The Harvest Begins
Ever since the day the tension between his dear sisters reached its peak, most of Tang Hwi’s life had been replaced by voluptuous, carnal hours. "This is the chest your brother loves so much, isn't it?! Fufu. You can cum all over it to your heart's content." Using the excuse that she couldn't just stand by and watch her younger siblings engage in incest, Tang Ga-hui would extract as much as she could through breast-fucking and oral sex. Tang Hwi couldn't help but admire her; even after swallowing mouthfuls of his Yin-Yang Semen, she still refused to surrender her pussy to him.
After being milked dry like that, when night fell...
"Brother♡ Do it inside your superior younger sister♡"
Without fail, his perverted younger sister, who didn't even wear underwear, would pounce on him while he was unable to move. She would climb on top of his prone body and grind her well-shaped pelvis against him, matching her own rhythm and stamina. Since Tang Ga-in had reached the Super-Peak Realm through the harmony of accepting his Yin-Yang Semen, her pussy was even more supple and addictive than before. The only downside was that Tang Hwi had to act like he was still a child, pretending he couldn't move, so he couldn't fully enjoy it. The one who truly enjoyed herself to the fullest was Tang Ga-in, who simply swayed to her own beat.
Being milked day and night like this, Tang Hwi was finally certain.
'It’s about time I harvested my older sister.'
She hadn't fallen yet simply because she hadn't accepted his Yin-Yang Semen into her womb. But because she had swallowed so much of it orally, she was already long addicted to his essence. That was exactly why she interfered with Tang Ga-in’s attempts to seduce him—she was desperate not to be separated from him. He had cast enough bait; now was the time to catch the big fish. Tang Ga-in was already a hooked fish, so it was time to focus more on Tang Ga-hui.
However, his past-life experience told him that things wouldn't go smoothly if he just kept at it.
'Incest isn't exactly easy. The resistance is no joke.'
Even after consuming so much of his Yin-Yang Semen, Tang Ga-hui still refused to fully commit to him. If she had steeled her heart that firmly, he had to assume that testing the waters wouldn't be enough to make her cross the line. His experience as a Seduction Demon in his previous life gave weight to this assumption.
'If my memories return, she’ll probably act as if everything she did was just for the sake of treatment, with no personal feelings involved. I had planned to lure her in under the pretext of curing her face... but Ga-in’s intervention made me miss the timing.'
If he confessed for no reason and got rejected, it would be the end. Just like trying to poke a fruit you can't eat only to have it burst and become inedible, Tang Ga-hui would never give him another opening if he pushed too hard. Just as torn muscles become tougher and more resilient as they heal, Tang Ga-hui’s resolve would only harden.
What he needed now was a change that would create a crack in her heart. Since she would never show a weakness first, an external change had to stimulate her.
"Hwi-ya. Let’s go for a walk today. The sunlight is just right; you have to go out at times like this to refresh your mood."
"Okay, Sister."
As usual, he grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and pushed her from behind. Perhaps because she was thinking about how she needed to extract Tang Hwi’s semen, she leaned her head back, letting it be cradled by her massive breasts as she pushed. Just as he was contemplating whether to get an erection and receive a bit of breast-fucking from the soft sensation felt against the back of his head...
"Hmph. I suspected as much, but it really was true."
A familiar but unpleasant voice. The moment he heard it, he felt the back of his head shake—he couldn't miss how violently Tang Ga-hui was trembling. Turning his head toward the voice, he saw a middle-aged man with a tall, handsome appearance, much like Tang Hwi’s.
Namgung Bu-ryun. He was the biological father of the siblings, who had fled to the Sichuan Tang Clan as a Chueseo (matrilocal husband) after losing the succession battle for the Namgung Clan. But it was safe to say that no one in the Sichuan Tang Clan liked him.
"To think my only son has become an idiot. Tsk. I don't know why all my children are becoming cripples."
Well, with a personality like that, what did he expect? Who would like a Chueseo who was handsome but had the temperament of a Super-Peak Realm martial artist who resorted to violence at the drop of a hat? When Tang Hwi and Tang Ga-hui were young, they had loved him endlessly simply because he was their father... but that affection had withered as they grew up.
If he had at least taken a concubine, they might have understood. But he wasn't even a proper husband; while the Clan Leader Tang Suryeon was still alive and well, he wasted the family’s wealth by constantly frequenting brothels. Who could understand such a reckless, good-for-nothing Chueseo? The only saving grace was that the Namgung Clan seemed to have a shred of conscience, as they covered the costs of his brothel visits. If not for that, Namgung Bu-ryun would have been divorced and sent back to the Namgung Clan long ago. Although he didn't lay a hand on his children for fear of Tang Suryeon, his sharp tongue remained uncorrected.
'Judging by the scent of another woman on him, he must have spent the last few days out. ...Hmm? Perhaps this... could be useful.'
As Tang Hwi fell into thought, Namgung Bu-ryun glared at him.
"You unfilial brat. You don't even greet your father when you see him?"
"Father. Hwi is very sick right now. Forget moving around, his memory isn't even intact..."
"And you say that’s all because of you, girl. What face do you have to act so confidently?"
He poked at her sore spot without hesitation. It was verbal abuse that was hard to believe coming from within the Sichuan Tang Clan, which valued its own blood so dearly.
"You, whose only merit was a pretty face, tried to act tough by learning martial arts, only to end up ugly, and now you’ve even turned your brother into a cripple. You’ve done a fine job. A truly fine job."
"......"
Even as such terrible abuse was hurled at her, Tang Ga-hui remained silent, as if she had nothing to say. It was true that Tang Hwi had ended up like this because of her mistake. No matter how much her father spewed vitriol, he was still her biological father, and since it was a fact that she had caused Tang Hwi’s condition, Tang Ga-hui couldn't even offer a shred of resistance.
Perhaps thinking he had the upper hand as Tang Ga-hui listened in silence, Namgung Bu-ryun wore a look of twisted pleasure and puffed himself up, belittling her further.
"I’m sure you’re taking care of your brother not out of responsibility, but out of guilt. Well, you’re the one who’s pathetic, so who else is there to blame—!"
It was in the middle of this verbal abuse, which was hard to believe was directed at one's own family, that it happened.
"SHUT UP───────!!!"
Tang Hwi, who had been sitting in the chair, unleashed a Lion's Roar. The shout, filled with internal energy, was focused entirely on Namgung Bu-ryun. As the man stood there, stunned and bewildered by the sudden blast of energy, Tang Hwi screamed at the top of his lungs.
"Why are you saying such mean things to my sister! Take it back right now! Take it back!"
"Y-you insolent brat! I’ve been too lenient with you because you’re my son...!"
Only then did his face contort in rage as he realized he had been overwhelmed in presence by a son who had become a mere fool. Unable to control his emotions, the veins on his flushed face bulged. Just as his hostility toward his child was about to become clear, Tang Hwi spoke again.
"Father. Hwi is a sick child right now. Even if you are my father, I will stop you if you try to use force against Hwi as he is now."
"Grrr! These brats, really...!"
He didn't actually attack, despite his words. There was no need to go out of his way to fight his children. Besides, he was in a position where there was already a lot of talk about him within the main family, so Namgung Bu-ryun suppressed his anger. He could vent this unresolved frustration at a brothel later; there was no need to vent it on his children and face the humiliating future of being suppressed by Tang Suryeon.
Eventually, he calmed down, suppressed his hostility, and looked at the siblings with a look of extreme disgust.
"Morons flocking together, I see. Tsk. I’m leaving!"
"Goodbye."
"......"
"What a lack of manners."
When Tang Hwi didn't say goodbye until the end, he clicked his tongue and turned around to head toward his room. Tang Ga-hui felt a complex mix of emotions as she watched Namgung Bu-ryun go. She knew he had ignored her ever since her face became like this, but she never dreamed he would show such hostility toward Tang Hwi as well. Could her relationship with Namgung Bu-ryun never return to what it once was? The days when they weren't exactly harmonious but at least didn't ignore each other or hurl abuse vanished like a mirage. Accepting that fact, Tang Ga-hui let out a long, suppressed breath.
Perhaps because her energy was drained along with her sigh, her legs gave out, and she crouched down on the spot.
"Huuuuuu."
"Sister, are you okay?"
"...Yes. Sister is fine. Hwi, are you okay?"
"I’m fine too!"
Tang Hwi answered boldly, but Tang Ga-hui could see it. His shoulders were trembling slightly. He had been terrified by Namgung Bu-ryun’s presence.
'It’s no wonder. A five-year-old child took the full brunt of the presence of someone in the early stages of the Super-Peak Realm.'
The only fortunate thing was that while he had lost his memory, his body had reacted in time, so Tang Hwi hadn't been deeply scarred mentally. In the worst-case scenario, one’s mind could be crushed by the spirit emitted by a martial artist, preventing any recovery. Tang Ga-hui couldn't help but feel relieved that Tang Hwi was safe.
"Why did you defy Father? If he had really laid a hand on you, I might not have been able to stop him."
Tang Ga-hui was at the late stage of the Peak Realm. It was difficult to fight and win against Namgung Bu-ryun, who was in the early stages of the Super-Peak Realm, having crossed the wall. Her poison arts were focused more on life-or-death battles than suppression, and since Namgung Bu-ryun was a step ahead in cultivation, protecting Tang Hwi would have been impossible.
"Then why did you try to protect me when you said you couldn't stop him?"
"Th-that is..."
"Right? Your body just moved on its own, didn't it? I’m the same!"
"...The same?"
"Yes. It’s the same."
Tang Hwi smiled innocently with his handsome face.
"I like Sister more than Dad!"
Thump. Thump.
At Tang Hwi’s innocent confession, her heart pounded uncontrollably. Her heart raced so much that she worried it would become difficult to suppress her emotions any longer. But Tang Ga-hui was shocked enough to ignore her own feelings.
"Hwi-ya?! Y-your hands are moving!"
"Huh? ...Huh?"
Tang Hwi’s arms were moving.