A Filial Son
The Poison Butterfly Divine Art was certainly not a peerless, once-in-a-generation technique, but it was more than worthy of being counted among the orthodox divine arts. Tang Suryeon's genius in elevating the notoriously difficult poison arts to such a level could not be underestimated. However, Tang Hwi judged that this mastery was strictly limited to the realm of poisons.
Though she possessed some knowledge of medicine, her understanding was not particularly deep. This had been a proven fact ever since she failed to see through Tang Hwi's act of amnesia. Because of this, Tang Hwi had concluded that the best way to conquer Tang Suryeon was not with poison, but with medicine. If it was a medicine that mimicked the effects of a poison, her guard would be down, and she would fall for it.
In fact, even after falling into the Mudok Chae bandits' trap—which used an aphrodisiac disguised as smoke—she had remained careless, ultimately sending her body into a state of intense heat. Even now, as Tang Hwi stood guard, she was circulating her Poison Butterfly Divine Art behind him, desperately trying to detoxify herself. A master of the Transcendental Realm, so powerful she could instantly diagnose her own poisoning, was now completely in heat.
It is difficult to fill a vessel as vast as the Transcendental Realm with medicine. But once it is filled, emptying it is just as difficult. I'm glad Mother was so careless.
Tang Suryeon had continued to slaughter the Mudok Chae bandits while breathing in the smoke made from crushed aphrodisiacs. She must have prioritized eliminating the bandits above all else. The smoke had driven the bandits wild with lust as well, causing them to charge at her instead of fleeing. Believing it would be easier to dispatch them if they were focused on her, Tang Suryeon had deliberately fought inside the smoke without dispersing it. She had assumed that a mere poison would never affect a Transcendental master like herself.
Under normal circumstances, her judgment would have been correct.
The only problem was that what I made wasn't a poison, but a medicine.
If it had been a poison, the Poison Butterfly Divine Art would have blocked it completely, leaving her unharmed. However, because it was a medicine designed to boost vitality and swell one's vital essence, her divine art recognized it as a beneficial energy and allowed it to pass freely. And just as Tang Hwi had planned, Tang Suryeon was now suffering immensely.
The more I circulate my energy... the hotter my body gets. This is bad.
Like a lustful harlot, her lower abdomen throbbed and her private parts twitched with an unbearable itch. She could now understand, if only a little, why the bandits had lost their minds and charged at her so blindly. Her aroused body was screaming for a man to couple with. Cold sweat poured from her skin, and her eyes grew misty and unfocused, melting with desire. Her nipples, which rarely showed themselves under normal circumstances, had swelled and hardened to the point of protruding sharply. Even her clitoris had slipped from its hood, standing stiff and rubbing against her undergarments.
As she circulated her energy, she unconsciously writhed her hips. She wriggled her buttocks, trying to soothe the itch in her groin, and took deep breaths to expand her chest, forcing her hardened nipples to rub harder against her silk underwear. Yet, none of these actions brought any relief. Instead, the unquenched lust only swelled further, driving her to the brink of nymphomania.
This is terrible. It clings to my lower abdomen like a curse, refusing to leave until it is satisfied.
"Ah... hngh!"
Tang Suryeon shuddered at the soft moan that escaped her lips. If this continued, something truly disastrous would happen. She was even starting to catch a sweet, intoxicating scent drifting from Tang Hwi, who was standing guard nearby.
Come to think of it, I haven't seen his... size since he was a baby. He takes after his father, so it shouldn't be that large... No, has the poison reached my brain? This is madness...!
To feel lust toward her own son. If a drug could reduce a Transcendental master to this state, a normal person would have gone completely insane. She tried her best to endure, but her hips would not stop twitching.
Tang Hwi, watching her struggle so desperately, let out a quiet chuckle.
She won't have the spare capacity to notice her surroundings.
After confirming through his sensory perception that no one was nearby, Tang Hwi quickly set up a formation. He tossed five stones to form the Five Elements, sealing off the flow of energy between the inside and outside.
This formation was not meant to protect Tang Suryeon, but rather to prevent her from sensing the outside world. She must not know what he was about to do.
"I must apologize to you all. I will ensure your families are handsomely compensated later."
Tang Hwi approached the unconscious maids of the Cheongeuk Merchant Group. He drew a cow-hair needle from his waist—an emergency tool he always kept on hand—and pierced their Baekhoe acupoints. Up to this point, there was no harm done. But Tang Hwi did not stop there.
He channeled pure Demonic Qi through the needles, driving it directly into their minds. Simply injecting Demonic Qi would not kill them, nor would it turn them into demonic humans. However, when Demonic Qi was introduced to a mind already pushed to the brink of madness by an aphrodisiac, the story changed.
Becoming a demonic human usually required internal energy, which ordinary citizens who had never learned martial arts lacked. But now, their lust had been artificially swollen by his special aphrodisiac. Though it was a drug-induced energy, it could still be considered a form of internal force. The Demonic Qi Tang Hwi injected began to eat away at the maids' brains. The pure Demonic Qi compelled them, forcing them to surrender entirely to their desires. After injecting a sufficient amount of Demonic Qi, Tang Hwi stood up.
The dark, volatile energy invades the mind, fusing with the drug-induced lust to permanently warp the target's instincts into absolute submission and desire.
Next, he walked over to the unconscious, ugly man—his biological father, Namgung Bu-ryun.
"How pathetic, Father. To think this is the pathetic end you reached after pushing Mother away. No wonder you could never become the Patriarch of the Namgung Clan."
An unconscious man could not answer. This meant Namgung Bu-ryun's life and death were entirely in Tang Hwi's hands.
"I am truly glad Mother cannot see you like this."
Tang Hwi slowly reached out. His hand came to rest on his father's crown. His Demonic Qi began to destroy the Baekhoe acupoint. Unlike the gentle infiltration he used on the maids, this was pure destruction.
"Kuh... aaah..."
"You will become an idiot, unable to withstand the shock of your Dantian being shattered. And Mother will never suspect that I was the one who did it."
"Guh... ugh...!!"
"Do not worry, Father."
Tang Hwi gripped the heavy saber of the bandit chief. Swinging it like a club, he struck Namgung Bu-ryun across the head with the flat of the blade.
"You will be remembered as a righteous hero who discovered the evil deeds of the Mudok Chae bandits while welcoming the merchant group and died trying to stop them. At the very least, I will play the part of a filial son in your final moments."
That was the end of Namgung Bu-ryun.
This was bad.
Tang Suryeon was drenched in cold sweat, her clothes clinging to her skin, and she could not silence the alarm bells ringing in her head. Far from calming her down, circulating the Poison Butterfly Divine Art had only amplified her lust. If there were a man in front of her right now, she felt she would spread her legs without hesitation. At this moment, she felt she could even forgive Namgung Bu-ryun, her cold and estranged ex-husband.
But she held it in. The only conscious man nearby was her son, Tang Hwi. She could not let her lust defeat her and ravish her own son.
Fortunately, venting it like alcohol toxins seems to release a small amount at a time. If I can just hold out like this... I can purge it.
Sometimes, a drunken master would expel the alcohol from their body to sober up. Tang Suryeon was desperately clinging to her sanity, slowly venting the aphrodisiac's energy in a similar manner, when Tang Hwi, who was supposed to be guarding her, suddenly spoke.
"Mother."
"Hwi... Mother is still busy, so do not speak to—ah, gasp?!"
There stood Tang Hwi, his pants and undergarments completely pulled down.
Throb.
An incredibly massive, thick penis stood rigidly erect, pulsing with veins.
Is... is that a horse's member? Or a human's?
Namgung Bu-ryun's member was about six inches long, which was considered quite large compared to average men. That was why Tang Suryeon had been so fond of it in the past. But Tang Hwi's was far larger than Namgung Bu-ryun's, reaching nearly nine inches in length.
"I-I'm sorry... Mother. The medicine you expelled... it got to me...!"
"O-Oh no?!"
Hearing Tang Hwi's pained, breathless voice, Tang Suryeon finally understood the situation. In her desperate attempt to purge the aphrodisiac from her system, she had vented the energy outward—and it had poisoned Tang Hwi, who was standing guard right next to her. In reality, Tang Hwi had simply used his Yin-Yang Erotic Art to achieve his maximum erection, but Tang Suryeon had no choice but to believe her own logical deduction.
Even with her mind hazy from the drug, she tried to maintain rational thought, but her consciousness was quickly swept away.
Shadow.
"Ah."
The shadow of his massive penis fell over her face. Even though the sun was high in the sky, the shadow cast by his colossal member was imposing enough to strike awe and terror into her heart. Furthermore, as it was thrust right in front of her face, the distinct, musky scent of a mature man drifted into her nose, invading her senses.
"Mother. I'm sorry... I-I don't think I can hold back...!"
"What? What do you mean...?"
As if declaring his intent, Tang Hwi gripped his thick, long shaft with both hands and aimed the tip directly at Tang Suryeon's face. Just as Tang Suryeon realized what he meant and tried to recoil in horror—
Splurt! Spluuuurt!
A torrential flood of thick, hot semen erupted from his tip, completely blanketing her face.