Fucking Recruits (1)

"Cheongsong! Are you really going to do this? You might die! I don't want you to die! I want to play Ssalbori with you every single day until we drop dead!"

Hwa Mu-rin fidgeted in place, stealing nervous glances at the crowd, her face pale with fright.

"We're doing it! Even if it kills me!"

I threw the words out like a banner. Hwa Mu-rin swallowed her grief and obeyed. We had taken up position along the busiest thoroughfare in the heart of the Wulin Alliance, where the traffic of martial artists never thinned, and there we laid out a bedroll and raised a wooden signboard.

"Are you sure this is okay? If Eldest Senior Brother finds out, he'll have our heads. You could get wrung dry as a mummy and actually die!"

"I'll do whatever it takes to save the Mount Hua Sect."

"Cheongsong... *sob*..."

Tears welled in her eyes as she looked at me.

"If it's for you, I'll give it everything I've got!"

With a snap of cloth she unfurled a bolt of white cotton. Red characters had been brushed across both the signboard and the banner.

I stripped my robes off and flung them aside. A murmur rolled through the martial artists packing the street, then detonated ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠into an uproar the instant they saw what I was working with.

"Good heavens. Look at that body."

This physique had been sculpted by the authority of an Absolute. Models did not enter the conversation. Most paintings and sculptures ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠could not hold a candle to it. And the face? I had sunk even more S-Points into the face than the body. In this world, if a man was too ugly, women simply left him for a pretty girl. Mine, naturally, was the finest face alive.

The sects that had volunteered yesterday to save Mount Hua, knowing full well it was a death trap, had not done so out of charity. What kind of person throws their own sect into the fire as if they had been bewitched? They really had been bewitched. By this face.

A tremendous aura rolled off me. The greatest aura in the world was a damn good-looking face.

"S-so if I really help the Mount Hua Sect... you'll do me? Just once?"

"That's right. And if Mount Hua comes through unharmed, I'll do you again."

"What?! Truly?!"

Male virility in this world was pathetically thin. Even Namgung Min, a martial artist, carried a genetic defect, and all the training in the world had left him with stamina that sad.

"And if you happen to be a first-rate expert or higher, I'll get you pregnant as well!"

"Heavens! So you'll keep going until it takes?!"

"Wow. If I'd known, I would have trained harder."

A woman chose that moment to walk straight up to us.

"I'll go first."

Hwa Mu-rin took up her brush and stepped toward her.

"Your name?"

"I am known less by my name than by my epithet. They call me the Bloodless Sword."

"I'm sorry? The Bloodless Sword?"

A master of the swift blade so clean that even when she ran a person through, not a drop of blood stained the steel. She sat in the upper ranks of the first-rate — a genuine heavyweight.

"If I aid the Mount Hua Sect, you will truly get me with child?"

"Of course."

"Hoh. Someone is very sure of himself."

I held out the contract and had her read it.

"Affix your seal here."

"A seal? I do not carry one."

"Hmph. I happen to have an excellent seal right here."

I closed my hand over the mound between her legs. I had raised the Violet ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Sunset Activity Divine Art to its highest level; a mere touch would send her into heat.

"Hnnn♡ That's... good."

Her skirt whispered to the ground. A lifetime of martial training had carved her lower body into something almost unreal.

"A beautiful lower half."

"Where do I stamp?"

"Right here, please!"

Hwa Mu-rin darted in and smeared the ink pad across the woman's pussy. The broad pad pressed into the soft mound and worked the vermilion evenly over every fold. The Bloodless Sword climbed onto the table and pressed herself down onto the paper.

A wet, heavy stamp. Her pussy printed itself onto the contract in raw, unmistakable detail. Anyone looking would have known it was hers — the way a fisherman presses his catch onto paper for a rubbing. I took a pussy print from every applicant who came.

"Whoa! The Bloodless Sword just stamped it!"

"What advertising. I haven't seen anything this shameless since I first set out into the martial world."

"They say the jianghu is wide. The eccentrics never do run out."

"The Bloodless Sword's cunt, drawn on paper in perfect detail! Incredible!"

Hwa Mu-rin carried the freshly stamped contract to the board beside the sign and hung it in plain view. The name Bloodless Sword sat beside the vivid imprint of her pussy. Contracts from names like hers had to be displayed up front. People needed to see them before they would line up with any peace of mind.

I delivered the line as if I were minting a proverb. It was just filth.

"N-now... take me..."

The Bloodless Sword climbed onto the bedroll, suddenly shy.

"Then I shall enter."

"Please do, young hero."

I pushed in. My thick cock sank into her, and she sucked in a sharp, startled breath. A hot little jolt ran through her.

"Hah—!"

"Well now. A virgin."

"Y-yes. Hnnh!"

"To be the one who takes your first time. I am truly honored."

"I'm the one who should be thanking yooou! Nnnnh♡"

My cock drove in and out of the Bloodless Sword, churning a froth of white slick around the stretch. I gave the skill its order.

"Kyaaah♡ Haaahn! Hnnh! Haaaaauuunnnh♡"

The cold-eyed swordmaster from a moment ago was gone. She screamed like a girl and shook from head to toe.

"Bloodless Sword, was it? Your pussy seems to be leaking virgin blood just fine. Unlike your blade, this particular weapon is soaked."

"Haiing, if you say it like that... i-it's embarrassing♡"

Slap. Slap. Squelch. Between our hips a tide of semen I had deliberately pumped out was crashing in heavy waves. All of it courtesy of the Golden Cock. I wanted the visual to be overwhelming. I wanted the audience hooked.

"Ghhk! Ghhhhhk! Please! Be gentle— no, harder! Haaaaahn♡"

The Bloodless Sword wept like a child.

"Heavens! What is that white tide?!"

"I have lived a long time and I have never seen virility like that."

"They say Mount Hua's seed carries the scent of plum blossoms. So the rumor was true."

"Brother Namgung wasn't lying! But wait — how does he know that?"

I had driven into her hard on purpose, forcing semen to overflow from the Bloodless Sword's pussy in thick, rolling pulses, and the mix of her slick ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and my spend had the gathered experts staring as if they had been hexed.

"Nnh-hhh-hhh!"

She squirted, messy and helpless, tears running down her face like a little girl's.

"Haaahn♡ I can't live without cock anymore."

"Come to the Mount Hua Sect and I can fuck you again."

"Then I'll have to place myself in Mount Hua's care♡"

I pulled out with a long, wet drag. Her legs trembled so hard she could barely try to stand.

"Wait."

I flicked a look at Hwa Mu-rin. She dug into a large box and came up with an oak Vaginal Plug.

"You're an expert, so I'll give you one I made myself. A gift."

"Haaah♡"

She looked so moved you would have thought she was the one presenting a treasure. I told her I would put it in for her, then took the oak flag in my hand and raised it high, as solemn as a standard on a battlefield.

"Ah."

"Whoa."

"To receive a gift like that from a man..."

"When is it my turn?"

Envious eyes fixed on my hands from every direction. I kissed the oak flag, then slicked it thoroughly in the semen and juices still running across the bedroll, and eased it into the Bloodless Sword. Her pussy seized it like an octopus, clamping down hard.

"It suits you perfectly." I kissed the air above it. "Mm♡"

The moment the plug was seated, the Bloodless Sword leaned in and kissed my cheek. I eased her up onto her feet. For a first-rate expert she could not stand on her own; her whole body shivered as Hwa Mu-rin helped her back into her clothes, her face still lost in a daze of pleasure.

"Good lord. How good was it, to put a look like that on her face?"

"Look at her. Have you ever seen anyone that happy?"

"She's still dripping. Ugh, I'm so jealous."

The other women watched the Bloodless Sword's retreating back with naked envy. That was the opening. While the silence of shock still held the street, I put the Lion's Roar behind my voice and let it carry.

The martial artists snapped out of their stupor and scrambled over one another to form a line.

"Cut the line and you go to the very back! You there, young lady! A pussy stamp does not save you if you cut — get to the rear. Now."

The street boiled. Just as I had planned, one person breaking the seal was all it took. Applicants sprouted like bamboo after rain.

"Twin Jet-Black Scythes."

"Stamp it!"

A martial artist carrying a pair of sickles pressed her pussy to the paper. Killing intent rolled off her in waves; she had at least one foot in the unorthodox path, no question. Her face was carved into a permanent scowl, and a patch hid one eye.

I gave her ass a firm smack.

"Aing! Why are you hitting my ass?"

"It looked too tempting not to."

"Tch. At least you've got eyes."

She was a rough woman, and it showed. However good the figure, her skin had a coarse, weathered grain the others had not.

I looked at the front of her pussy and stopped.

"What's this? All that tough talk, and yet."

I turned her around.

"Kyah!"

"Screaming like a little girl, too."

I had a clear view of the Twin Jet-Black Scythes' pubic hair.

"W-why are you turning me? I want it from behind!"

Her face went scarlet as she fought me, but in front of my cock she was not going anywhere.

"Now what do we have here? Nothing like the reputation of the fearsome Twin Jet-Black Scythes."

I ran my fingers through the hair between her legs. She squirmed.

"Hwing♡"

"You spent all that energy acting hard, and you've been grooming this? Into a shape this precious, no less."

"It's just a small... hobby..."

Her pubic hair had been trimmed into a neat little heart.

"So this is what you show a lover in private, while you play the terror outdoors. I have never seen such a filthy, two-faced pervert."

"Please don't look at me like that."

"Your pubic hair is going on the contract separately."

"N-no!"

I inked the heart and pressed it to the paper. A tight, curling heart of pubic hair printed itself on the contract.

"Hiiing!"

"Pretty bush."

"Th-that kind of compliment does not make me happy! Write me a new contract!"

"Cute."

I pushed in. The Twin Jet-Black Scythes' heavy breasts bounced hard with the first thrust, and then I started driving.

"Hnnh! Hggguuuunnnh♡"

She covered her shame-flushed face with both hands. Every roll of my hips jolted her body, and I felt her pussy clench whenever she remembered the crowd was watching.

"I never knew the Twin Scythes had a side like this."

"That's how it is. The ones who act toughest in daylight are the meekest at night."

"Heh. Coming here today was the right decision."

"Kekeke. So the private life of the terrifying Twin Jet-Black Scythes is actually that of a shy little girl."

Wet, slapping thrusts filled the street. I gave the skill another order.

"Kyahng!"

"Ugh! I'm—!"

"Aah! No! I'm not ready— hnnnnnh♡"

The instant I started to come, the Twin Jet-Black Scythes pissed herself.

"No! Twin Jet-Black Scythes! She was that much of a soft touch?!"

"Khh. I cannot hold it in anymore."

"As of today, the Twin Jet-Black Scythes' ranking on the martial world's popularity list is going to climb."

I grinned and closed a hand over her breast. She did not resist. She just looked away. I kissed her.

"Th-this was not in the contract."

She clung to her pride until the last possible second. It was insanely hot.

I kissed her deeper, sucking at her mouth, and after a muffled sound of protest she took my tongue and quietly shut her eyes. Like a girl, she let me in and kissed me back with both eyes closed. I came inside her in a thick, messy flood.

"Haa♡ Haa♡ Haa♡"

Nothing remained of the tough act she had walked in with. All that lay on the bedroll was one shy little bitch, panting.

"Next!"

There were a great many martial artists still waiting.