The Villain Was Me (1)

A tremendous victory.

This was before the imperial army or the Nine Great Sects had even joined them. A coalition of no-name martial artists and the battered remnants of the Mount Hua Sect had magnificently crushed the Mighty Hybrid Clan—one of the Demon King's Four Great Dark Sects—along with their entire vanguard. And that was not all. They had seized a staggering haul of supplies intended for the enemy's forward base.

"At this rate, do we even need the Wulin Alliance?"

"I heard Mount Hua produced the next greatest master under heaven. Cheongsong, was it?"

"This Cheongsong fellow drew up the whole plan. The young master of the Zhuge Clan couldn't even get a word in."

"Martial artists who heard the news are still pouring into Mount Hua. If too many people show up, won't it be hard for the rest of us to stand out?"

Mount Hua's stunning victory had begun to shift the way the martial world looked at them. The Mount Hua Sect still stood strong. The Demon King would fail. The Emperor would seize this chance to sweep the Demon King and Black Demon Valley from the face of the earth.

Black Demon Valley had lost a massive portion of its fighting strength, and their grand scheme had been left hanging in midair. A ragtag band of Mount Hua leftovers had slaughtered every last one of their Iron Soul Soldiers and stolen the supplies meant to build a depot. Even the most ingenious strategy on earth should not have made such a thing possible.

"Haaang♡ Haaang♡ It feels so good. Slurp♡"

A woman famous throughout the martial world as a master sat before me with her legs spread wide. Someone's nipple—I had no idea whose—was stuffed between her lips.

"Haaang♡ Haaang♡ Haa..."

"Cheongsong♡ Look at this! Nngh!"

Splurt!

In Mount Hua's largest hot spring, hundreds of women—naked or dressed in nothing but scraps of lingerie—were tangled together in a massive orgy. Ordinarily the place would have been packed wall-to-wall with pleasure-seekers, not an inch of space to spare. But the war had driven every last tourist away, so we had the whole spring to ourselves, as if we'd rented it out for the season.

"Sect Leader?"

The Sect Leader of Mount Hua stepped inside, stripped down, a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠towel wrapped around her body.

"Your courage has been truly admirable. As the master of this sect, I could scarcely remain idle."

The towel slipped away. Hwa Jeok-gyeol, Sect Leader of Mount Hua, let it fall.

"Whoa."

"So that's what a rejuvenated body looks like."

"Incredible. I'd suck on those just once if I could."

Hwa Jeok-gyeol sashayed over with a little wiggle of her hips and sat down beside me. Splash. Her enormous breasts bobbed up and floated on the surface of the spring. She looked up at me with a pleading expression in her eyes.

"Mama! You came alone again!"

Hwa Mu-rin darted over and plopped down beside her.

"Thanks for the meal!"

Hwa Mu-rin said it while staring at the head of my cock. I was so massive that the tip stuck up out of the water.

"Mmm, Mu-rin. You're getting better and better at Rice-Barley, aren't you?"

"Yep!"

Hwa Mu-rin herself was innocent, but her tongue was anything but. It was as if she spent every waking moment thinking about this the way you'd grind a video game—every time she sucked me, her technique had evolved.

"Mmph!"

I latched onto Hwa Jeok-gyeol's breast.

"Haaa♡ Cheongsong♡"

The moment she moaned, several women started fingering each other's pussies, and the orgy kicked up another notch.

"Holy shit. The Sect Leader I've been crushing on is moaning like that."

"How does a woman that beautiful even have sex?"

"Hah! Haa♡ Haa♡ Sect Leader! Nngh!"

Spluuurt!

A few disciples were already squirting, furiously rubbing their clits.

"The Sect Leader's here, but where's Senior Sister?"

"Senior Sister? What about her?"

"You haven't noticed how Senior Sister's been glowing lately? She trimmed her hair, took off those compression bandages, and her figure is just—ungh."

"I jerked off the second I got out of the shower with her."

The Sect Leader's arrival had more people asking after Ryu Su-gyeong.

"I heard Senior Sister isn't coming."

"Why not?"

"She wants to save her first time for after they get married."

"No way! People like that still exist?"

"She's a total romantic."

"Romantic? She's just naive."

Hmm. A virgin in body, mind, and spirit, just as I thought.

I closed my eyes, pictured Ryu Su-gyeong, and sucked on the Sect Leader's nipple.

"Mmph! Slurp♡"

"Haa♡ Nngh!"

The Sect Leader rose up on her own and sank down onto my cock. A wicked idea crossed my mind.

"Haaang♡ W-what do you think you're doing, Cheongsong!"

I scooped up both her legs and hooked them behind my neck like a yoga pose. She was a master-level martial artist, flexible enough that they locked on easily. The position put the Sect Leader's secret, exquisite body on full display, right in everyone's faces.

"Hngh! Holy shit!"

"You can see the Sect Leader's pussy dead-on!"

"She's got his cock in her!"

"The Sect Leader dripping juice like that... I can't take it."

With Hwa Jeok-gyeol's legs locked behind my neck, her massive breasts and sex were laid bare for all to see. Watching her, several disciples and martial artists started touching themselves.

"The Mount Hua Sect Leader's pussy is truly a work of art."

"I-I should start shaving like that too."

Even martial artists who weren't Mount Hua disciples began masturbating as they watched me fuck Hwa Jeok-gyeol.

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

"Haaang♡ Haa-nngh! Cheongsong♡ Too rough♡ Aaang♡"

Instead of slowing down, I stood up with her still impaled on me.

"Aaa♡ This is far too shameful!"

A standing carry. Nothing beats it.

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Hee♡ Aaaah! Kyaaang♡ Hngh! Gyaaaaah! I cannot endure it down there! Cheongsong♡ To let everyone see me like this... Haaaaaang♡"

Hwa Jeok-gyeol sprayed breast milk into the air as she bounced on my cock, rising ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and slamming back down over and over.

"Slurp! Slurp!"

Hwa Mu-rin lapped up my precum mixed with Hwa Jeok-gyeol's juices.

"Whoa! I'm cumming!"

"Eek! I can't believe I'm seeing something this filthy with my own two eyes!"

"As of today, our sect is relocating to Shaanxi. We're becoming a subsidiary of Mount Hua."

"If I could greet a Sect Leader like that every day, I'd move my hometown too."

The martial artists stared, slack-jawed, at the mother-daughter threesome unfolding between me, Hwa Jeok-gyeol, and Hwa Mu-rin. I was the only man here, so naturally every gaze and every offer of sex gravitated toward me. But with the Mount Hua Sect Leader in the mix, everyone else's turn got pushed back. Even so, just getting to watch a plum-blossom-scented pussy in action was an event in itself.

That was when it happened.

"Brother! I've arrived!"

A man's voice rang out from a distance.

"Brother?"

It was Namgung Min.

Dangle, dangle. Compared to mine, the thing swinging between his legs was like a sparrow next to an eagle. He waded into the crowd of women with that pitiful equipment dangling.

If he's here... does that mean his little sister came too?

Namgung Ryeo and Peng Ha-yun followed him in.

"Such a lewd place... I've never been anywhere like this."

Namgung Ryeo said it in a trembling voice.

"This is a battlefield where we could die at any moment, so I understand. Mother always said that when death is near, the urge to reproduce grows stronger."

Peng Ha-yun stepped carefully into the spring.

"Would you join me?"

"I refuse!"

Namgung Min got rejected in real time and kept chasing after women's asses anyway.

"Shall we enjoy ourselves together?"

"I'm sorry. Compared to Hero Cheongsong, the Young Sword King's equipment is far too lacking."

Namgung Min started propositioning progressively less attractive women. Anyone even remotely pretty still had a shot at sleeping with me, so he was circling like a vulture, hoping to scavenge the leftovers.

"Would you do me the honor?"

"Fine. But you can't move. Lie there like a corpse."

"Gladly!"

A grand total of thirty-one bouts: thirty losses, one win.

"Lie down here."

"Yes."

Namgung Min lay down on the floor as ordered by a woman who looked to be in her forties. She was a bit past her prime, but her martial skill was first-rate. I'd tried her once myself, thinking she'd be a novelty—and I had absolutely no desire to go back for seconds. Which is why she was one of the women who'd signed a support contract but never gotten a turn with me.

Schlick! Squish!

Namgung Min's tiny cock slid into her pussy.

"Hah!"

Namgung Min concentrated with everything he had, trying not to cum. Feeling like he was about to blow the instant he went in.

Damn. I almost feel sorry for the guy. Getting used like a corpse by a woman I wouldn't even touch. On top of that, she was watching me have sex and clearly imagining it was me inside her. He was basically a living dildo, but if he was happy, that was fine by me.

Namgung Min seemed satisfied with even that much. He was grinning from ear to ear as he fucked. The women I couldn't get around to started calling him over to have sex with them. They say you learn from watching ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠others. Looks like I accidentally owed him one.

Namgung Ryeo and Peng Ha-yun drifted over to my side as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Hwa Mu-rin was lost in ecstasy, rolling her hips in slow, rippling waves on my cock.

"Want a sip?"

I sucked on Mama's left breast and lifted her right one toward them.

"Thank you."

They shared a deep kiss with the Mount Hua Sect Leader's nipple caught between their lips.

"Haaaang♡ Haaang♡ Nnnngh!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Hwa Jeok-gyeol came hard, spraying milk.

"Ngh! I'm cumming!"

"Hwaaaaang♡ Heeeng♡"

Splurt! Spurt!

The moment I came inside Hwa Mu-rin, Namgung Ryeo and Peng Ha-yun dove in as if they'd been waiting for it, sandwiching my cockhead between their lips in a deep kiss.

"Well. Hopefully this gives the martial artists a bit of a morale boost."

The Eye of Truth confirmed it: their morale had shot through the roof. In later years, when historians tried to explain the secret behind Mount Hua's sky-piercing fighting spirit, they would point to Lust King Cheongsong's cock.

The council chamber was packed with the leaders of various factions. The Namgung Clan, the Zhuge Clan, the Hebei Peng Clan, the Sichuan Tang Clan, and the Murong Clan. These were the pillars of the imperial court, and they had rushed here on the Emperor's orders.

"The Nine Great Sects are scattered across the Central Plains and beyond. They'll be quite late."

That was when it happened. Whoosh! A white bird flew in through the window and let out a cry.

"A letter from the Quanzhen Sect."

"The Quanzhen Sect? There are still people there?"

"Yes. Thanks to Cheongsong."

I read the note.

"Hmm."

"What's it say?"

The martial artists of the Five Great Clans looked at me. A spy's intelligence was always critical.

"The Demon King. The Demon King has made his move. He's coming to Mount Hua himself to crush us."

"The Demon King?!"

"Damn it! The Nine Great Sects haven't even assembled yet!"

The news of the Demon King's advance put the Five Great Clans on edge.

"Still, reports say the Nine Great Sects and the imperial army will mobilize soon. If we can just hold out a little longer, we can't lose."

"And if we fail to hold out that 'little longer,' Mount Hua will be wiped off the map."

"Cheongsong. I've heard you have a gift for strategy. Might we hear your thoughts?"

I drummed my fingers on the table, sinking into thought. Or rather, I pretended to.

Ah. My bag of tricks needs a minute to boot up.

"Give me a moment. I don't have enough information. You can't cook up a scheme without intel."

At that moment, new guests arrived at the council chamber. Monks with freshly shaved heads filed in, hands pressed together in silent greeting.

"Amitabha."

The others returned the gesture and bowed.

"Guests from Shaolin."

"It should take quite some time for the Nine Great Sects to assemble."

One of the Four Great Vajras, representing Shaolin Temple, offered a greeting.

"Because so many of the Nine Great Sects lie far from the Central Plains, the Wulin Alliance instructed them not to gather first, but to proceed directly to Mount Hua. Though even receiving that message will take an age."

The Kunlun Sect and Diancang Sect, for instance, were staggeringly far away. Kunlun sat at the foot of the Heavenly Mountains, and Diancang was in Yunnan Province. In modern geography, that was practically Tibet and Vietnam—an enormous distance. By the time their reinforcements arrived, the war would most likely already be over.

"The same goes for the imperial court. The army will deploy as soon as it's ready."

Tap-tap-tap. My fingers drummed a rapid rhythm across the table.

The Eye of Truth laid out the operation I was about to present.

"If that's the case, then we don't need to overextend ourselves."

An unprecedented alliance had been born: the Nine Great Sects, the Unorthodox Alliance, and the imperial court, all joining hands. In terms of total numbers, we had the advantage. Which is why the enemy wanted to hit us fast, even if it meant overextending. That was why they'd tried to use their vanguard to throw up a forward base immediately.

But that only worked if we were already gathered. Human forces were scattered across every corner of the Central Plains and beyond. Just assembling them would take an age. The moment their supply lines connected, they would have stormed Mount Hua and dug in against the imperial court and the Nine Great Sects.

"I have a plan."

The moment I said it with confidence, the mood in the room brightened.

"Oh! Cheongsong's cooked up a scheme!"

"Cheongsong! What's the plan this time?"

Following the Eye of Truth's instructions, I slowly drew lines across the map and shifted the wooden horse tokens.

"Deceiving the enemy. That's the heart of this entire operation."

I split the forces in two.

"One group will engage the Demon King's main force. Take the bulk of our strength and prepare. But do not let him fight a pitched battle. Harass him relentlessly with skirmishes and traps."

"And then?"

"If the Demon King commits his full strength, run immediately. Don't forget: we need to buy time."

Scratch, scratch. I marked troop positions and terrain exactly as the Eye of Truth dictated, laying out supply lines and trap placements.

"The Zhuge Clan has plenty of illusionists. Cast illusions here, then fall back to Mount Hua immediately. First-rate masters among the martial artists should peel off from the main force and raid the enemy. That will make them overestimate our strategy ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and waste even more time."

The masters of the Nine Great Sects nodded as they listened.

"They call him the Lust King of the martial world, but it turns out Cheongsong's strategy outstrips even his appetites."

"Seated on a chair no wider than a handspan, yet gazing down upon all under heaven."

"Is there anything Young Master Cheongsong can't do?"

They marveled at my performance and committed the plan to memory.

"The allied forces will keep the Demon King in check. I'll take a small detachment and go deal with the Heavenly Mountain Grandmaster—one of the Four Great Dark Sects."

An enemy officer operating independently. That one was my next target.