Young Sword King Namgung Min (2)

"W-what exactly are you saying?"

"Ha. We're about the same age — no need to stand on ceremony."

"Alright."

"Men are scarce no matter how you slice it. Tying yourself down to a single woman just doesn't make any sense."

"That's true!"

"A woman of my sister's caliber needs an exceptional match. And she ought to conceive naturally, don't you think? We're holding a wedding with the daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan. If we're going to do this, a natural pregnancy is what matters."

"That's—!"

Namgung Min watched my face, then grinned and gave a knowing nod.

"Exactly. It's precisely what you're thinking. Lend me your seed. I can't do it myself — same blood, after all. But you? Young, brilliantly gifted, and a decent man on top of it. You couldn't be a better fit."

"Are you sure I'm really good enough?"

"Haha! Have you spent your whole life being deceived? A man this humble is bound to have excellent stock."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you for thinking so highly of me."

"Hahaha! My sister's wedding is in four days. We originally planned to hold it at the Namgung estate in Anhui Province, but His Majesty the Emperor announced he would personally come to the Wulin Alliance to offer his congratulations — a gesture of friendship with the Alliance."

"You mean His Majesty is coming to the Wulin Alliance in person?"

"That's right."

"Good heavens!"

It was an enormous opportunity. Catch the Emperor's eye, and neither the Imperial Court nor the Wulin Alliance would be able to sit still. The Emperor himself lending a hand to the Mount Hua Sect — and fellow martial artists of the Alliance pretending not to notice? Unthinkable.

"There is a condition, of course."

"I think I already have a fair idea what it is. Waiter — do you have Nuerhong?"

He put in an order for premium liquor with the attendant, then answered me.

"What you want is my clan's support, I take it."

He drained his cup.

"Khh. Bamboo Leaf Green is crisp, but it's coarse. Truth be told, a rustic brew like this doesn't suit my palate."

The waiter returned with a few simple side dishes and a bottle of Nuerhong — a costly spirit aged no less than twenty years. Namgung Min filled my cup. We emptied them together. The thick, fierce liquor burned its way down my throat.

"If she conceives this time, I will commit one-third of the Grand Yan Sword Corps and ten Azure Heaven Swordmasters to your cause."

The Grand Yan Sword Corps. Named for the royal title of the long-fallen nation of Yan, they were the Namgung Clan's supreme fighting force. Like the Plum Blossom Swordsmen of the Mount Hua Sect, they were the martial face of their house — but the Grand Yan Sword Corps were soldiers as much as they were martial artists, and their numbers were staggering. The Namgung Clan had devoted itself to the imperial military, and the Corps was the body that housed both the private troops they commanded and the military officers they trained.

"Azure Heaven Swordmasters as well?"

The Azure Heaven Swordmasters were first-rate masters who had inherited the Namgung Clan's secret arts. Every last one of them bore the Namgung name. An outsider who wished to join their ranks had no choice but to marry into the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠clan and take the surname. They were the finest swords the house possessed.

"That's right. Well? If anything, it's excessive. It certainly isn't lacking."

"You're well aware of the Mount Hua Sect's current situation, I assume?"

The Mount Hua Sect was as good as finished. Before the return of Chu Yang-hon — that once-in-a-generation master known as the First Sword of Mount Hua — the sect had all but formally accepted its own annihilation. It was only his reappearance that had made it possible for us to even show our faces at the Wulin Alliance.

"We are the Namgung Clan."

Namgung Min refilled his cup. The bastard had style. So the Namgung Clan didn't stoop to petty games. Refusing to hide like a coward — I had to respect that.

"Fine. If you want, I'll even give you twins."

"A household with many children never runs out of happiness. You have my thanks. And I like you."

"What?"

This bastard — is he into men?

"Don't take that the wrong way. I've hardly ever met a man my own age. A man whose social standing is comparable to mine? You're the first. If I had my way, I'd swear brotherhood with you here and now."

Well. A lifetime spent surrounded by women — of course a peer of the same sex would be a welcome sight.

"Alright. Shall we take care of your sister's matter right now?"

"No. I want you for the wedding night. Of course, I don't know whether you can manage conception in a single attempt. Heh heh heh."

"If I set my mind to it, I can put a child in a woman without fail."

"So this is the one subject you don't bother being humble about."

"That's because my virility is the finest in the Central Plains."

"Is that so? Hahaha — fortunate, then. My sister's first experience will be in the hands of a true stallion."

I took Namgung Ryeo's hand. A flush rose in her cheeks, and she smiled, just a little.

"Instead of waiting, why not give her a few lessons in advance?"

"What kind of lessons?"

"Let her watch what I do. If she ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠freezes up like a complete innocent on the wedding night, a day that ought to be beautiful could turn unpleasant. There are only a few days left, after all."

"Hmm. You think so? Will you be alright? If you spend yourself tonight, will you still have anything left for the real thing?"

"Hahaha. I told you. Finest virility in the Central Plains."

"Right. Come to think of it, I was being hasty. I made a decision this important based on nothing but your modest demeanor. I ought to confirm it with my own eyes. Indeed!"

"This was your plan from the start, wasn't it? I'll show you that you chose correctly."

I went with them to the guest room. Two beds stood inside — one mine, the other Hwa Mu-rin's.

"Mu-rin."

"Mmh…"

I shook the sleeping Hwa Mu-rin until her eyes drifted open. She pushed herself upright, and the blanket covering her slid down.

"Hah—!"

A staggering volume of semen welled from between her thighs and dripped to the floor in thick, steady drops.

"This is truly your doing?"

"It is."

"Good heavens. That's an extraordinary amount."

"Hmph. For me, this is just the baseline."

Namgung Min sniffed the air.

"Do you smell something strange? Something… fragrant?"

"He's right, Brother. It smells like flowers. Mmmn♡"

Namgung Ryeo closed her eyes and focused on the scent. Before I knew it, her face was hovering directly in front of Hwa Mu-rin's clit. She inhaled again, slow and deep.

"I think it's plum blossoms."

"Does Mount Hua semen smell of plum blossoms?"

"Heh. That's because I've cultivated a rather special inner art."

"Then that inner art — is it a dual-cultivation technique? A sexual art?"

"It is."

"Ahh! Teach it to me as well!"

Namgung Min's eyes rolled back and he lunged at me.

Why the sudden change in attitude? Don't tell me…

I slowly stripped off my lower garments. My heavy cock swung free. The Namgung siblings' mouths fell open. Namgung Min looked like his eyes were about to burst from his skull; he clutched at his own hair.

"I can't simply hand out a Mount Hua martial art. But it will enlarge you as well. Nothing better for making a woman happy — and once your virility grows, you'll find yourself considerably more popular in daily life."

"Please! I beg you — teach it to me!"

Namgung Min dropped to his knees before me. The man they called the Young Sword King, on his knees.

"Brother! You're going so far as to kneel?"

"Kh—!"

Tears ran down his face. He tore his trousers down, and a pitiful sight greeted us below.

A chrysalis…?

Namgung Min wept and could not lift his head.

"I'm handsome. I'm popular. But the truth is, I am a virgin. I have been one all my life."

"What?!"

A face like that, and he'd never been with anyone? He was a son of the Namgung Clan, no less. In a world with this extreme a gender ratio, a man who was still a virgin?

"Look at me. Every woman who has seen this has refused to share my bed."

"That's…"

A little finger. No — the size of a little toe.

"Please, save me! I will honor you as my elder brother!"

He slammed his forehead into the floor.

"Heh. Even for a close friend, leaking this sect's secret arts is an offense punishable by death."

"I am begging you!"

"Hmm. That said, it isn't as though there's no way at all."

"What? What do I have to do?"

I let the silence hang, just long enough for the desperation to eat him alive. To Namgung Min, every second stretched into ten minutes.

"The Mount Hua Sect stands on the brink of annihilation. If you throw your full weight behind helping us survive that crisis, the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Sect Leader will look the other way. And I could put in a special request on your behalf."

"A request for what?"

"The Namgung Clan may well produce another man with the same affliction. I would ask the Sect Leader's permission to teach the Plum Blossom Virility Art — but only to the sons of the Namgung house."

The Young Sword King's eyes shook violently.

I was reading him through and through with the Eye of Truth. So it wasn't that he was a young king of the sword — it was that the king of the sword had a very small one.

And it wasn't only Namgung Min. His younger sister Namgung Ryeo's clit was on the small side as well. For a woman, that simply meant a little less pleasure. But when a hard-won son turned out to be packing something no one could bear to look at, that was a different matter entirely.

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do! Say what they will — I am the next Clan Head. The weight of my word cannot be overruled by anyone except my grandfather, my mother, and the Grand Elder. And my grandfather will take my side. I am certain of it."

Namgung Min's grandfather. The Sword King himself. Two men in a single household. Had they used some rare sorcery? Perhaps that was exactly why this particular side effect had taken root. I had no doubt that the old man would clap his hands in delight the moment he learned what the Plum Blossom Virility Art actually was.

"Good. I'll teach you the Plum Blossom Virility Art on the road to the Wulin Alliance."

"Thank you!"

I pulled him to his feet and shoved him toward the door.

"A man watching me work at night is unpleasant, so wait outside. I'll take my time educating your sister until she's thoroughly familiar with the union of love."

"Understood!"

I sat Namgung Ryeo down on my bed.

"Lady Namgung. You will watch us have intercourse."

"Yes."

She answered with a shy flush blooming across her cheeks.

Hwa Mu-rin's body trembled. Every shiver sent another white bead of semen pattering to the floor. She touched herself as she spoke.

"Are we playing Rice-Barley again? I can't do any more! I mean it."

"Now, now. The future of the Mount Hua Sect is riding on this."

"Hiiing!"

I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked, slow and deliberate.

"You can't suck on it like that… nnh, huaaahn♡"

Behind me, Lady Namgung let out a breathless little sound as she watched.

Hwa Mu-rin shot hearts from her eyes and kissed me, deep and wet. For someone who claimed she couldn't go again, the moment my hands were on her she went into heat. Slick ran down between her thighs. I teased the seam of her with my fingers, light and unhurried.

"Haahn♡ I told you I can't take any more."

She bent ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at the waist and took my cock into her mouth.

Behind me, Namgung Ryeo was rubbing herself through her clothes. I crooked a finger and beckoned. She came to me, obedient as a lamb.

"Want to touch?"

She nodded. Shyly, she laid her hands on my chest, breathing hard. Those hands drifted lower, bit by bit.

"This is a cock."

"A cock. So this is a cock."

"Nnh — those are the balls. Be gentle."

"They're so soft."

Her skirt slid down of its own accord; I hadn't even asked. I stroked the small bud of her clit with my fingers. The instant she felt my touch there, her pussy shuddered.

An adorable reaction.

"Today I'll just touch you. Gently."

"Yes, Young Master."

I pulled my cock from Hwa Mu-rin's mouth.

"Want to try sucking it?"

"Pardon? Me?"

"That's right."

"No. I'd like to save that for the wedding night."

"It's not as though your hymen is going to break."

"That's true."

"Then it isn't real intercourse. Go on and suck. As long as it isn't your pussy, it's fine."

"Should I…?"

"No one will ever know."

I pushed my fingers into Hwa Mu-rin and stirred. She convulsed, a broken cry tearing out of her — she'd already been pushed to her limit taking me earlier in the day.

"Don't you want to feel this good?"

Namgung Ryeo swallowed. Something in her settled, and she nodded.

"Young Master Cheongsong is right! If it isn't there, it isn't real intercourse!"

And then, slowly, Namgung Ryeo began to lick my glans. She sucked at a head glazed with my semen and Hwa Mu-rin's juices, the two mixed cloudy as rice water, and wrapped her hand around the shaft to stroke.

"You learn fast."

"Thang you."

She answered with my cock still in her mouth, lips working in small, wet pulses. Hwa Mu-rin, half out of her mind, clenched and unclenched around nothing.

I pinched Hwa Mu-rin's clit. She couldn't hold it — a hard squirt burst out of her, spraying Namgung Ryeo's hair, her face, her clothes.

"Ah—!"

"Well. While we're at it, why not take everything off?"

"Yes… that would certainly be better."

I gathered the now-naked Namgung Ryeo into my arms and sucked at her breasts.

"Haaahn♡ The feeling — it's strange."

"A good strange, right?"

"Yes. My whole body is getting hot."

I caressed her pussy, slow and easy.

"Not there."

"I'm only touching. I'm not putting anything in."

"Y-yes. That's… that's alright♡"

Juice poured out of her in a shameless flood.

"Now. Want to get on all fours?"

"Pardon? Like this?"

Namgung Ryeo braced her hands on the table, folded her upper body forward, and offered up her hips. Clear, glistening slick welled from her untouched pussy and pattered to the floor. I swept my hand along her.

"Hiek!"

"How is it?"

"I-it's good…"

I spread her juices over my cock. Then I eased just the head against her rear and pressed the tip inside. Namgung Ryeo's eyes flew wide; she twisted to look back at me.

"What's wrong? If it isn't your pussy, you're still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Haa… haaaaa… that's right♡ If it isn't my pussy, I'm still a virgin. I think it's alright to use the other hole♡"

There it was. Permission granted. I smiled and began to move my hips, slow and sure.

I gripped Namgung Ryeo's soft ass in both hands and rolled my cock against her, unhurried. The head caught on the rim of her anus and slipped in, just barely, the juices and semen I'd already smeared along my length working her open in a slow, slick massage.

"Lady Namgung."

"Yes♡"

"I'm putting it in♡"