The Prisoner in the Thunder Prison, Southern Flower Demoness Eum Gyoryeong
Though the door closed completely, it seemed as if darkness would swallow the world, but that wasn’t the case. The notoriously expensive night pearls—far more than just one or two—were embedded at regular intervals along the long ceiling, bathing the passage in a soft, steady glow. The Hwangbo Family Manor, renowned for its martial supremacy, possessed wealth equal to its reputation.
He descended the stairs with purposeful strides. His destination was the Thunder Prison on the first underground level. The reason he had come here was simple. Though he had never seen her himself, his sons’ earlier reports claimed that…
Right now, two women were locked inside the Hwangbo Family Manor’s Thunder Prison. The first was the Southern Flower Demoness. Was her sect the Yohwa Sect?
In the Murim, there existed several sects composed entirely of women. Among the righteous factions, the most well-known were the Amitabha Sect—whose middle-aged practitioners refused to shave their heads—and the Sword Pavilion, home to sword-obsessed women. Even among the mysterious sects that secretly guarded the Murim, there was the Divine Maiden Sect made up solely of females. The Yohwa Sect stood in direct opposition to such groups.
Like the others, its members were all women who rarely showed themselves. But their true arts were the Beauty Preservation Technique and Chaeum-boyang-sul. They only accepted girls with exceptional looks as disciples from a young age. Any foolish novice who encountered them in the Murim would be utterly seduced and have every last bit of his cultivation stolen.
Shouldn’t a sect that practiced such vicious techniques be wiped out? Many voices had demanded to know why the Yohwa Sect was never declared a public enemy of the Murim, yet the final decision was to leave them alone. There were two reasons.
First, although their method resembled the Absorption Great Law—a forbidden demonic art that forcibly drained cultivation—it was achieved through consensual intercourse and did not endanger lives. One of the most famous proverbs in the Murim warned to beware old men, women, and children. Respect an elder and avoid trouble; a woman’s seduction always carried hidden thorns; and sparing a child prevented future grudges. In the end, those who fell for female temptation bore their own share of the blame.
The second reason was more surprising: a great many people actually defended the Yohwa Sect. Most of them were men with little to no martial cultivation. Just think about it. A woman who approached and seduced you first, without any need for clumsy courtship? They had no cultivation to lose, so intercourse brought them no harm. They required no money, and their partner possessed a beauty rarely seen in the world. To martial artists they were objects of terror, but to ordinary men they became idols one desperately hoped to meet at least once in a lifetime.
Step. Step.
After descending the stairs, the path split into two corridors. Left and right. Each held ten iron cells. Jeonghu strode forward without hesitation and entered the left passage. His sons, who competed fiercely over who was superior, would never have placed the prisoners in the same corridor out of some misguided sense of brotherhood. Whichever way he chose, one of the two women would be here.
It had happened a year ago, when the eldest son Hwangbo Jun and the second son Hwangbo Jin were desperately trying to impress their father in their race for the position of family head.
“Father! This son has captured that wicked Southern Flower Demoness! Haha! A vicious woman who cannot live without men deserves a death that denies her the taste of any man for the rest of her life. I therefore sealed her dantian and imprisoned her in the Thunder Prison.”
“Well done.”
Hwangbo Jun, furious that his younger brother Hwangbo Jin had earned their father’s praise, returned exactly one week later.
“Father. Do you remember the demonic witch Ok Su-hyeol-pyeon of the evil faction who slaughtered countless righteous experts ten years ago? This son has captured her! The brazen woman had been hiding her identity, living as a wife and mother. She married a mere villager, bore him a son, and shamelessly played the role of a devoted mother. Hahaha!”
“Hmm… I understand. You may leave.”
Though the eldest’s boasting was unpleasant, the woman had already been brought in. There was nothing to be done.
The Murim had its own unwritten rules. A martial artist’s life was too unpredictable; one never knew when or how it might end. Consider a hero famous for his chivalry who annihilates an enemy’s entire clan. Among the dead would surely be innocents. Would one then brand that hero a murderer? The Murim did not operate on such simple logic. Here, power was law. With sufficient justification, anything could be done. Conversely, even those declared public enemies for their atrocities could reform and live new lives through the right opportunity. That was the way of the Murim.
Therefore, unless one was directly related to the victim, one could not point fingers if justification existed. And if the person had truly reformed, only those with a personal grudge or their immediate family would dare touch them. Everyone understood this. Causality was complicated, and anyone could find themselves in the same position one day.
The eldest son’s capture of Ok Su-hyeol-pyeon had broken that unwritten rule. There had been no need to hunt her down, but since she was indeed guilty, Jeonghu had simply clicked his tongue and let the matter pass.
Even while lost in these thoughts, his feet never stopped. He continued past the long row of iron cells, moving deeper inside.
Heh… Who would have thought that fool’s actions would prove this useful?
Of course. One woman was good, but two was better.
He kept walking. Despite being a Thunder Prison, every cell he had passed so far was empty. The last time anyone had been imprisoned here was a year ago, and before that, five years earlier. Aside from the two recently captured women—the demoness and the witch—all the previous prisoners were dead. It was called a prison, yet who bothered dragging criminals back alive? Most were simply killed on the spot. Only his achievement-hungry sons had bothered to bring them back as so-called evidence.
He passed the ninth cell. The deeper one went into the Thunder Prison, the more heinous or famous the prisoner placed there. It seemed his sons had shoved both women into the final cell. Did they actually think the females they had captured were Murim public enemies? The absurdity of it almost made him laugh.
And so he arrived at the tenth iron cell.
A woman was inside.
Through bars set at precise half-inch intervals, he saw her. She wore faded red robes and sat with her face buried between her drawn-up knees. The outfit appeared custom-made; the lower skirt was slit high at the sides, shamelessly exposing her lush thighs.
She looked utterly drained of all will. Perhaps because her dantian was sealed, she hadn’t even noticed Jeonghu’s presence. Being the deepest cell underground, the air carried a damp chill. Or perhaps it was because a woman had been locked here alone for an entire year… A thick, sweet, lewd scent lingered in the air. The concentrated aroma of female flesh.
“Hmm… Which one of the two are you?”
Jeonghu studied the woman with her head lowered and spoke with open curiosity. At the sound of his voice, her head snapped up.
“Ah… ah… A man… A man…!”
Even her filthy, unwashed state could not conceal her beauty. A small, delicate face. Provocative, upturned eyes. Lips that were slightly dry yet still plump. She scrambled forward on all fours, grabbed the iron bars, and pressed herself against them.
“Come here… Come closer… Yes? Hurry…!”
She stretched her slender arm desperately between the bars. It was the gesture of a woman who had been starved of men for far too long.
This one… was the Southern Flower Demoness Eum Gyoryeong.
The male guards stationed at the Thunder Prison were only responsible for opening, closing, and watching the entrance. Meals for the prisoners were usually handled by rotating servants and maids. But after all the previous inmates had died, he had heard that the two newest arrivals were being fed by the maids.
A woman who used to devour men almost every single day had gone an entire year without seeing one. How could she not be in heat?
Step.
“Like this?”
He took one step closer to the bars.
“Aah… Ah……”
Eum Gyoryeong grabbed his thigh with both hands. She pulled hard, trying to drag him closer, but when he didn’t move, her hands immediately slid up his inner thigh toward the prominent bulge in his pants.
“Ah… Cock… So… so big… Aah… Good, it’s so good……”
Any trace of her earlier lethargy vanished. With a flushed face, she greedily stroked the massive shaft—the largest she had seen since entering the Murim. She rubbed the thick glans, sometimes gripped the entire length through the fabric and shook it vigorously, then lifted the head with one hand while the other caressed the thick veins running along the underside.
“Cock… Cock… Ah… I’m losing my mind… What do I do? It feels too good……”
With an ecstatic expression, Eum Gyoryeong kept moving her hands while murmuring the word “cock” like a chant.
“Haha, hahaha!”
Laughter erupted from him. The first words out of her mouth upon seeing a man were “man” and “cock.” How perfectly the title “flower that devours men” suited her! Now that he thought about it, the vulgar word “cock” had first spread from this very woman’s mouth and was now known throughout the Murim.
While he was distracted by the thought, Eum Gyoryeong grew impatient from touching him through the cloth. She frantically reached for the tie at his waist. Jeonghu stepped back, watching with an amused smile as she desperately stretched her hand toward him again.
“Is touching not enough? Do you want to see it?”
“Ah, please!… Show me… Let me suck it…!”
Eum Gyoryeong pressed her face between the bars and opened her mouth wide, tongue wriggling visibly as if begging him to thrust inside.
“Puhaha… This bitch is really in heat. Hey, slut. If you’re that desperate, you should strip first.”
“You want to see my body? Look all you want. Look as much as you like.”
At his words, she immediately loosened her jeogori and yanked it open, then pulled her red breast band down in one smooth motion.
—Jiggle.
Her breasts spilled out. Two large, white-and-rosy peaches sat side by side, crowned with perky, vivid crimson nipples.
Eum Gyoryeong looked up at him with sticky, lust-filled eyes and squeezed her breasts together with both hands.
Squish.
The deep cleavage and the soft flesh bulging between her fingers created an obscene sight no ordinary woman would dare display.
“How is it? Aren’t my breasts pretty? Shall I show you my pussy too?”
“Haha! Yes, show me. Let’s see what the Southern Flower Demoness’s cunt looks like.”
Still sitting, Eum Gyoryeong neatly drew her legs together, then bent and spread them to the side. She reached under her skirt, pulled her underwear down, and spread her long labia apart with both hands.
“Hoo……”
Jeonghu’s eyes gleamed. A low gasp escaped him.
The Southern Flower Demoness, now in her late twenties. It was red. Eum Gyoryeong’s pussy glowed with such a seductive crimson hue that it was hard to believe it had welcomed countless men. Even the neatly arranged inner lips below her protruding clit were a vivid red. The seemingly tight entrance glistened with transparent nectar, resembling a vibrant, gorgeous flower… an alluring blossom that sucked men in and never let them go.
That was the pussy of the Southern Flower Demoness Eum Gyoryeong.