Hwangbo Jeonghu Enters the Thunder Prison
Hwangbo Jun and his wife had a truly exhausting day. They informed the clan elders and every member of the family that their eldest son, Hwangbo Jeonghu, had returned. Orders were issued granting the great young master free access to every corner of the clan—including the forbidden zones—and letters were dispatched to all branch families connected to the Hwangbo Clan as well as to the various sects with which they shared close ties, proudly announcing that their son had completed his long period of closed-door cultivation.
They went to such obsessive lengths to spread the news, even though it wasn’t strictly necessary, for one clear reason: they needed everyone to accept that the father was now living as Hwangbo Jeonghu. This way, the thought of seizing the position of family head would never even occur to him. They intended to make certain that every soul in Murim thought of him only as the grandson, never as the former patriarch. If that foundation was laid, even if ambition stirred in him later, he would have to admit that he had been impersonating his own grandson—and how could any man of pride possibly do such a thing without losing all face?
The only people kept completely in the dark were his younger brother, Hwangbo Jin, and his wife. If the younger brother learned that their father had awakened, he would surely return harboring foolish dreams of power. They had also hidden the truth from their sister-in-law, Yeo Suhyang. Setting aside whether she might tell her husband, if she ever revealed what Hwangbo Jun had done to her, their father would never forgive him.
Instead, they sent her only a single letter claiming that the patriarch’s condition had worsened and he had been moved elsewhere to rest. There was no longer any need, the message said, for her to visit Mujingak to nurse him.
With so many matters demanding attention, the day passed in the blink of an eye.
The sound of water sloshing softly filled the room as someone soaked within the tub. Long, pitch-black hair spread elegantly across the surface like ink, somehow more beautiful than flower petals drifting on a pond. The woman lifted a small wooden bucket brimming with water and poured it slowly over her shoulder. The clear stream traced the elegant line of her collarbone and slid down her smooth skin. After repeating the motion once, then twice, she raised the bucket above her head and let the water cascade over her hair.
Her lustrous locks became thoroughly drenched. Then she rose from the bath.
Splash…
Could a woman’s body truly be this exquisite? A long, sleek frame. Perfectly round, full breasts. An irresistibly plump and firm backside. Water droplets clung to her skin, giving it a lustrous, almost luminous sheen. A face that radiated noble dignity, paired with cool, sharply slanted eyes. She was none other than the great matriarch of the clan, Eon Garyeong.
“Haa……”
A sigh that sounded almost like a moan slipped from between her crimson lips. Every night her body grew unbearably hot, impossible to ignore. To cool the fever raging through her, Eon Garyeong had ordered her maid to fill the tub with icy water and had immersed herself within it.
Yet the chill only made the burning heat inside her feel even more vivid. She scooped up another bucket of cold water and poured it over her head, but her body rebelled, flaring with even greater intensity. Despite the icy, aloof expression she always wore, she possessed a body that ignited easily and refused to be quenched.
Squeeze.
Irritated with herself, Eon Garyeong grabbed her left breast roughly. The abundant flesh spilled between her fingers, sending sharp, electric pleasure through her nerves.
She lifted her left leg. The long, graceful limb rose from the water as her foot braced against the outer rim of the tub.
— Shlurp…
“Ah…!”
Good heavens. With one leg brazenly hooked over the edge, Eon Garyeong drove her right hand straight into her own dripping pussy.
— Squeeze, squelch… Squelch, squelch, slurp, squish…
“Aah! Ah…!!”
One hand mercilessly kneaded her breast while the other moved relentlessly between her widely spread thighs. The sight was so bold, so vulgar, that it was hard to believe this was the proud matriarch of the Hwangbo Clan. This was a shameful, private act that no one must ever witness. Yet the very taboo of it excited her even more. After all, no one would ever imagine that the cold and haughty Eon Garyeong was fingering herself so shamelessly.
“Ah, it feels so good… Aah! More… deeper… Aaaah……!”
Her head tilted back, lips parted as lewd moans spilled freely. For some reason, the image that filled her mind at this very moment was the thick, dark-crimson, vicious-looking cock she had glimpsed on her father-in-law earlier that day. Its enormous size that made her wonder whether it could possibly fit inside her. The bulging veins that wrapped around the massive shaft like writhing serpents. The more vividly the memory surfaced, the wider her legs spread and the more violently her fingers thrust into her soaking cunt.
Sticky, obscene sounds of friction echoed through the bathroom.
Chirp. Tweet.
Dawn had arrived. Bright sunlight poured through the window along with the cheerful cries of nameless birds, illuminating the room. The man pushed aside the luxurious silk bedding and rose from the bed. He had slept completely naked; his bare body was revealed in all its glory. The primal, masculine beauty carved into his massive frame and rippling muscles would have shaken the composure of any woman who beheld it. And his face—bold and strikingly handsome, the very ideal of masculine strength, with perfect symmetry that somehow still retained a sculptural delicacy.
He threw the windows wide open with both hands.
Whoosh.
The flood of light pouring into the room felt like a blessing upon his new life. Overcome with emotion, he stood gazing outside for a long time before finally closing the window again.
Clack.
The bright room sank back into soft shadow.
“Hwangbo Jeonghu, is it? Hwangbo Jeonghu! Heh heh… Kuhahaha!”
The low murmur gradually gained strength until it erupted into booming laughter. From this day forward, he would live not as Hwangbo Mujin but as Hwangbo Jeonghu. The realization filled him with immense satisfaction. The scheme his cowardly son had devised out of fear of losing the family head position had instead granted him the perfect, unrestricted identity he had desired. All the chains of being the former patriarch and an old man had been cast off completely.
He recalled the speech patterns of his youth. Since he did not intend to play the part for only a short time but to truly live as Hwangbo Jeonghu, he would need to change the way he spoke. Strangely, however, memories and mannerisms from so long ago rose as clearly as if they had happened yesterday. When he tried speaking a few words aloud, they flowed naturally from his tongue without the slightest discomfort, as though they had always been his.
As a former master of martial arts, he surmised that his rejuvenated body had synchronized perfectly with his mind, achieving true unity of essence, energy, and spirit. If that was the case, he had not merely become an old man pretending to be young—he had genuinely become a young man once more.
“Haha, hahaha! Excellent. Very good indeed!”
Jeonghu lowered his gaze to his lower body. His massive cock stood proudly erect, throbbing with vigor.
“Heh heh… hehehe…”
Its size, shape, and powerful pulse were utterly transformed from before. Like the very incarnation of lust, it contained boundless stamina that would not subside no matter how many times he released.
In the past, during every humiliating episode when the maids had been forced to service him, he had thought that if only he could move his arms he would have handled it himself rather than expose such a pathetic sight. Yet now that he had risen from his sickbed, a new question arose: why should he have to handle it himself at all?
A woman. He needed a woman. More urgent than breakfast was the need to unleash the towering desire that had built up inside him.
‘A woman… a woman I can use however I wish, right now.’
After pondering for a moment, something seemed to occur to him. Jeonghu lifted his head, donned the long robe hanging on the bedpost, and left the room.
Most clans and sects in the Murim maintained their own thunder prisons. One might wonder whether it was necessary when the government already operated jails, but the non-aggression pact between the imperial authorities and the martial world had endured for centuries. As a result, ordinary criminals without martial training were imprisoned by the state, while vicious demonic cultivators and evil sect experts were confined either in the Murim Alliance’s dungeons or in the thunder prisons of the clans that had captured them.
The Hwangbo Clan naturally possessed its own thunder prison. And… if his memories were correct, a woman was locked away inside it.
“Who… Huh! Is that you, young master?”
The two guards stationed at the thunder prison—which had seen no visitors for a long time—watched the approaching figure carefully. When they realized the young man was of appropriate age and possessed the naturally imposing build of a Hwangbo direct descendant, the instructions issued the previous day flashed through their minds.
The great young master Hwangbo Jeonghu had completed his long seclusion and returned; therefore, he was to be granted unrestricted access to every area of the clan, including forbidden zones, without question. A direct descendant was a direct descendant for good reason. As the family head’s only son and the exalted future young clan leader, orders had clearly been given in advance so that no one would dare obstruct him.
“Yes. You’ve worked hard. I’d like to take a look around the thunder prison… Am I permitted to enter?”
There was no need to verify his identity. There was only one young male direct descendant in the entire Hwangbo Clan.
One guard hurriedly stepped aside while the other, who held the key, quickly fitted it into the lock and opened the heavy door.
Creeeeak—
The massive iron door swung outward as the guards pulled on the ring.
“Shall I… guide you, young master?”
“There’s no need. Ensure that no one enters until I come out on my own.”
“Y-yes, of course!”
As Jeonghu stepped inside and began descending the stairs into the underground darkness, a heavy bang echoed behind him as the iron door slammed shut.