Young Sword King Namgung Min (3)
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Nngh! Nnhaah♡ Ugh-ugh-wheeehee!"
My enormous cock churned through Namgung Ryeo's tiny ass, and she lolled her tongue out, completely gone. Saliva dripped from that tongue in fat, glistening droplets, but she never even noticed. Every last scrap of her mind was locked on the tight, dainty virgin hole I was wrecking.
Thrust. Thrust. Thrust.
"Haaang♡ Hweeuuugh-gghk!"
Through the power of the Purple Cloud Extreme Art, my cock had been custom-fitted into the perfect stirring-rod for her ass alone.
"Euaang♡ It's incredible! My head's going to split open! Euhah-hweuu♡"
This was Namgung Ryeo's first time taking it in the ass — her first time having sex at all — and she was already rolling her hips on her own, matching my rhythm.
"Nngh! Damn, this ass is no joke!"
"Thank you! Haaaang!"
Thrust. Thrust.
"Ugh! I'm coming!"
"Yes! Please fill my hole to the brim with your white seed!"
I pumped so much into her that her belly swelled outward.
"Haaaaaaaaah!"
A thick, wet surge followed, pulse after pulse, and she collapsed to the floor, unable to hold herself up against the pleasure. My cock slipped free of her ass with a bright, obscene pop, and an enormous quantity of semen came sloshing out of her in heavy, rolling waves.
"Hnnn… to think I lived this long without knowing anything could feel this good."
Namgung Ryeo lay trembling in the afterglow of her first time, her legs twitching and shivering.
"Four days from now is going to be fun."
I wiped the semen running down between her cheeks with my fingers.
"Thank you, darling♡"
"We're not done. I've got a lot left to teach you."
"Yes!"
"Obviously I won't touch your virginity."
"That's right. As long as you don't use that place, it's perfectly fine."
"Yeah."
She squatted down to hold me, and a long white string of semen came trickling out of her ass.
"Shhlurp♡ Shhluck!"
This time Namgung Ryeo cleaned my cock with a noticeably surer hand.
"Now please fill my other holes with your seed, darling♡"
"Sure. As long as it's not your pussy, you're still a virgin."
"Hee♡ That's right♡ If it's any hole but my pussy, you're welcome to have a taste in advance♡"
"Namgung Ryeo."
"Yes."
"I'm putting it in♡"
That night, Namgung Ryeo and I had sex until dawn. And yet Namgung Ryeo was still a virgin(?).
The next day we set out at an easy pace toward the Wulin Alliance.
"So. Circulate the energy from your dantian, through the perineum, and into your manhood."
"Mmh."
Namgung Min and I traded notes from horseback. He was recognized, alongside Ryu Su-gyeong, as one of the finest prodigies among the great orthodox sects. His martial realm was already high enough that the moment I taught him the Plum Blossom Extreme Art, he began absorbing it on the spot. In half a day he had already reached the second star. He was already at the late stage of the first-rate realm; all I had to do was explain it and he picked it up as if the art had been waiting for him.
"Mmh. I rushed the cultivation a little. Everything down below is itching like mad."
"That's just the growing pains as that little worm of yours starts to sprout. It's a good sign."
"Kh… I never thought a day like this would come. You have my thanks! My deepest thanks!"
"Hahaha. You just make sure you wring every bit of support you can out of them."
"Set your worries aside, brother!"
We rode on slowly, talking martial arts the whole way. Everyone else had pushed far ahead of us. We had to take our time so Namgung Min could keep cultivating the Plum Blossom Extreme Art, and the rest of the party had gone on to the Wulin Alliance without us.
Eye of Truth
A fated opportunity is nearby!
Oh. So reading those opportunity records back at the Mount Hua Sect hadn't been a waste after all.
"Hold on. I feel like I've seen this place before."
"What are you talking about?"
"I remember this spot from a book. Follow me."
"From a book?"
Namgung Min and I pushed through the undergrowth and down into a ravine. I hunted hard in the direction the Eye of Truth was pointing.
"Wait. This insect…"
Even at a glance, it was a black-patterned caterpillar bigger than the palm of my hand.
"A Black-Eyed Green Worm. A legendary medicine that cures most illnesses in a single dose. Especially good for the heart."
"To a martial artist, the heart is life itself!"
"Are you an idiot? The heart is life itself to ordinary people too."
"Ah! So it is."
I turned the Eye of Truth on the worm.
A-Rank Medicinal Ingredient
Cures most illnesses in a single dose. Especially beneficial for the heart.
An A-rank ingredient. Straight into the inventory.
"You've a talent for medicine as well, I see?"
I'm the director of the Golden Cock Clinic.
"Of course. They don't call me the next Greatest Sword Under Heaven for nothing."
"Remarkable. Orthodox medicine on top of everything else. You never stop surprising me."
I scooped up the Black-Eyed Green Worm, made a show of tucking it into my pouch, and slipped it into my inventory instead.
"You aren't just gifted at martial arts. You've got a sharp mind too. At the rate you're growing, you'll catch me soon enough. I like you even more now."
"Like me for what?"
"I'm more convinced than ever that I made the right decision, asking you to get my sister pregnant."
Well. That was definitely a compliment. So why does this guy look like a complete lunatic?
"And on top of that, you taught me the Plum Blossom Extreme Art. Kh…! You are my benefactor!"
Young Sword King Namgung Min
Affinity has reached Trust Lv.10
"Hey. You two see any kind of bug around here?"
"We've been searching for three years. It's definitely somewhere in this area."
A pair of strangers had spotted us. One of them scowled as she called out. She had enormous eyes and enormous hands. The one beside her was a hunchback with a nose of truly spectacular size.
"What kind of bug?"
"A black caterpillar with a strange smell. Black eyeball markings on a green body, and huge."
The hunchback sniffed the air, then pointed straight at my hand.
"Mad Eye. That one is holding it."
"High Nose's sense of smell never misses. They already have it, and they've been playing dumb."
Namgung Min heard the names and quietly set his hand on his sword hilt.
"Mad Eye. High Nose. A pair of unorthodox demonic cultivators — one with exceptional eyes, the other with an exceptional nose. Their bounty was about a thousand taels of silver, as I recall?"
"Ohh. You know us? Then you also know that no one who recognized us has ever walked away alive?"
Steel whispered from its sheath as Namgung Min drew his sword.
"Look at the crest on this blade. Do you know who I am?"
"The Namgung Clan?"
Mad Eye blinked those huge eyes at us.
"If he's a man of the Namgung Clan, he's either the Sword King or the Young Sword King."
"Then this is the Young Sword King."
"Kill him?"
"No."
"Then what?"
"He's a man. Let's rape him. Tie him up in a cave and wring him dry until he dies."
"Heeheehee! That's much better."
Become a semen-extraction slave for a pair of women that ugly until I die? Absolutely not.
A crushing wave of killing intent slammed toward us. The two unorthodox women let their auras surge, eyes shining with naked greed.
Then Namgung Min closed his hand around the hilt, and their pressure stopped dead, as if it had never existed.
"My friend. Allow me to show you why they call me the Young Sword King."
The Namgung Clan's sword was the Orthodox Sword. Heavy, honest steel, like a king who never bothered to hide his intent. And that honest swordsmanship never once went to its knees.
A thunderous crash rang out.
"Urgh!"
"The Young Sword King is stronger than we thought."
The two grotesquely misshapen women flung hidden weapons. Steel rang on steel as Namgung Min knocked every one of them aside.
"Die!"
A rapid-fire volley of projectiles.
"Hmph! Laughable. You dare lay a hand on the young master of the Great Namgung Clan? You've picked the wrong opponent."
"You little—!"
While Mad Eye locked up with Namgung Min, High Nose slipped past him and came straight for Namgung Ryeo and me.
"Take the hostages!"
Her eyes met mine. She had already relaxed, having noticed that the sword at my waist was still in its sheath.
I grabbed her by the collar.
A heavy, bone-deep impact.
"Aaaagh!"
After raising the Taiyu Extreme Way to the fourth star, I had learned a technique that was perfect for a target like this. Her martial realm was high enough that her body looked plenty durable.
A chain of crushing detonations tore through the air.
"KRAAAAAAGH! Mad Eye! Save me!"
"High Nose!"
High Nose screamed as my grip whipped her through the air like a paper sack. Raging Heaven was the evolved form of Heaven's Plunge. Anyone caught in my hand could not escape until the technique had finished them.
Another series of bone-shattering impacts.
"Uurrrgh!"
"High Nose!"
Namgung Min's sword punched through Mad Eye's chest the instant High Nose's death cry sent a thrill of excitement through her.
"Urgh!"
High Nose and Mad Eye were both dead.
"Ohh. So you can use grappling arts as well as the sword. And they're strong."
"A man should always keep one card hidden."
"You really are first-rate at startling people. Hahahaha! Magnificent! Truly magnificent!"
The next day, we entered the main compound of the Wulin Alliance.
It was a complex larger than any building I had seen so far. We of the Mount Hua Sect walked in under a mixture of hospitality and openly uncomfortable stares. The atmosphere was heavy, cold, and deeply unpleasant. We were one of the leading sects of the Nine Great Sects, and this was the greeting we received.
The main compound had convened a formal assembly to receive us. Namgung Min was there as well, of course, representing the Namgung Clan.
"Did you know? The semen of a Mount Hua disciple carries the fragrance of plum blossoms."
"What? And how would Brother Namgung happen to know that?"
"Ahem. That, well…"
The hall was packed. Disciples of the Nine Great Sects, the Five Great Clans, and a swarm of lesser factions. Today would decide the future of the Mount Hua Sect, a lineage eight hundred years old. People who never considered their own standing, and people who almost never showed their faces in public, had all come out to the Wulin Alliance just to look at the disciples of Mount Hua.
"Amitabha."
A high monk who had been listening to Namgung Min's careless remark recited a Buddha's name under his breath.
"I beg of you, please lend Mount Hua your aid! When Hubei was struck by that great disaster five years ago, was it not the Plum Blossom Swordsmen who came to help?"
"Ahem! Amitabha of Infinite Life."
A Taoist of the Wudang Sect cleared his throat and recited an epithet. When the great flood had swept Hubei Province, the Mount Hua Sect had sent its Plum Blossom Swordsmen and its disciples to aid both the Wudang Sect and the common people.
"It was our sect that put down the Guanyin Killing Fiend after that monster fled the Diancang Sect! And when the young mistress of the Iron Flower Hall was abducted, whose hand reached out when no one else's would? Was it not Mount Hua? Please. I beg you. Help us!"
Ryu Su-gyeong named every person and every faction that owed the Mount Hua Sect a debt.
"That does not mean we can send our disciples to their deaths."
The First Elder of the Emei Sect spoke, and others around the hall nodded with her.
"Deaths? The First Sword of Mt. Hua, Chu Yang-hon, has returned. Do you truly believe any of those monsters can stand against him?"
"There are simply too many of them."
"Then we stand together, do we not?"
"You want us to throw our disciples into a pit of monsters? Why doesn't Mount Hua simply leave Shaanxi?"
They said it as if it were the easiest thing in the world.
"Last time it was Zhongnan. This time it is Mount Hua. Who can say who it will be next?"
"No. The imperial court is already mustering soldiers. And if the Demon King has a brain in his skull, he will not stir up any further chaos."
Reasonable answers. Then Namgung Min quietly raised his hand.
The assembly erupted into chaos.
"What? He's going to split the Great Swallow Sword Corps in half?"
"The Young Sword King is the heir. He's sending the heir into a death trap? What is he thinking?"
"Do they actually believe Mount Hua has a chance?"
"This is a fight that would barely be even if half the Nine Great Sects took the field. To win it properly, every last one of them would have to march."
The martial artists buzzed and whispered, stunned by the Namgung Clan's reckless move.
"You have my deepest gratitude, Young Sword King!"
"I have merely done what ought to be done, White Plum Sword Flower!"
Ryu Su-gyeong and Namgung Min exchanged a cupped-fist salute, each observing the proper courtesies. His declaration had broken the hall's stubborn refusal — and still not a single other person stepped forward.
"So this is the Wulin Alliance. A pack of small-minded cowards. How is tucking your tail because you're afraid of a fight any different from a frightened dog?"
A few people flushed and bristled at my words. Not one of them raised their voice. I wasn't wrong.
"Enough. This gathering is nothing but a waste of time."
I was the first to shove back my seat and stand. Ryu Su-gyeong startled as I rose, then clenched her jaw, swept a glare across the hall, and followed me out.
"Mount Hua's lone man has quite the temper."
"Heh. A sharp-tongued man has a charm of his own. Hohoho."
"Hmm. He would do well to join our sect. I hear his talent is extraordinary. Especially in the bedroom, they say he is…"
"What kind of shameless talk is that? Gray as your sect may be, sitting between the orthodox and the unorthodox, there are still things one does not say. This is the Wulin Alliance. Watch your mouth."
"Ahem! What, you don't like a big cock?"
"Honestly! You hussy! Are you in heat?!"
The gazes of countless female martial masters pinned themselves to me.
"As for Shaolin…"
The high monk of Shaolin, who had been chanting in silence until now, suddenly opened his eyes. He gripped his prayer beads as if he had reached a grave decision. Shaolin was the greatest sect in the Wulin, and the only one composed entirely of men. In its prime it had numbered as many as one hundred and eight disciples; now it could barely fill the ranks of the Arhat monks with thirty-six.
A roar of voices swept the hall. Shaolin's choice set off a shockwave.
"What? Shaolin is going to save Mount Hua?"
"Those terrifying warrior-monks are throwing open the mountain gate."
Shaolin's decision carried the same weight as a decision by the Wulin Alliance itself. Because the sect was made up entirely of men, the sheer caliber of its martial arts was unmatched. This was the place of legend where a single child-monk had once walked out and smashed an entire Green Forest stronghold by himself.
That was when a few people with working brains started placing their bets on Mount Hua's survival.
"Geochang Hall will send two thousand taels of silver in supplies."
"The Henan Five Wolves will stand with Mount Hua as well."
"The Azure-White Gate. We are a nameless martial hall, but we will stand on the side of justice."
Most of them were low-name wanderers and minor sects, but they were people willing to risk themselves for a chance to make their names — or to do Mount Hua a favor and ride that gratitude to something greater.
"Hmm. The board is turning in a rather curious direction."
Jegal Yu-eun of the Jegal Clan fanned herself as she watched Cheongsong, lost in thought.
"I do believe I see something here that could benefit the clan."
She pushed her glasses up and sank deeper into calculation. Then she drew a spirit tablet from her robes — the Soyo-gyeong — and began to read the future. The moment the glasses-wearing, enormous-breasted beauty pulled the mirror from her bosom, her chest heaved heavily.
Magical Spirit Mirror
Reveals fragments of the future to its wielder.
A sharp crack. The brush in her hand snapped clean in two. Fragments pattered to the floor, and she did not so much as flinch. Instead, a smile touched her lips, as if she had just found something genuinely entertaining. What future had she seen in that mirror?