The Shadow Beneath the Peace: A New Age of Chaos
Hwangbo Mujin’s wrinkled lips worked ceaselessly, sucking and slurping without pause. Even as his mind screamed that this was wrong, his body had slipped beyond his control. It kept drawing the plump, ripe nipple of his own daughter-in-law into his mouth, nursing with shameless hunger.
He was horrified at the depravity—seventy-one years old, paralyzed, drooling like a beast over the breast of his son’s wife. Yet the moment that rich, warm milk burst across his tongue, all shame dissolved. The sweet, heavy liquid poured down his throat in thick streams, and his body drank as though it were the very nectar of life itself.
“Ah… aah… gently, please… hngh—gently…”
Yeo Suhyang’s voice came out in a soft, pleading whimper. Her father-in-law latched on as if he would die without her milk, sucking with single-minded desperation. Strangely, it didn’t hurt. Instead, an itchy, tingling warmth spread through her chest and down her spine, leaving her dizzy and strangely feverish.
Hwangbo Mujin’s withered body, long fed nothing but thin, tasteless gruel, now trembled with ecstasy. The moment the thick, sweet milk slid down his throat, a surge of vitality flooded his veins. It was so deliciously rich that he didn’t even need to swallow—gulp, gulp—the liquid simply flowed into him, and his starving cells drank it in with frantic greed.
Slurp… suckle… schlurp…
“Ahn… Father… aah! Hngh…”
Yeo Suhyang, leaning over his face with her upper body, shuddered in a way that was anything but innocent. Each time she twitched, her enormous breasts swayed heavily, the blue veins beneath her pale skin standing out more prominently than before. It looked as though her entire breast, not just the nipple, had grown stiff with arousal. No woman’s chest could appear more lewd than this.
Ah… ah… hngh…! How can this feel… like this…?
Yeo Suhyang bit her lip hard, trying to trap the moans threatening to spill out. The heavy, aching fullness in her milk-swollen breasts was slowly easing, replaced by a strange, shameful relief. Because it was not a baby but a grown man suckling her, sharp sparks of heat kept shooting from her engorged nipple straight to her core, spreading through her entire body like wildfire.
A nursing mother’s breasts often felt painfully full. The pressure could become genuine agony if left unrelieved, which was why mothers offered the breast whenever the child was hungry. But once the baby had its fill, it stopped nursing. In those moments, a husband would sometimes help drain the rest—yet for the past month, her husband had been too busy stealing control of the family sect to spare even a glance at her body, let alone ease her aching breasts.
And so it was that the body of a woman whose lust had flared violently after childbirth was now being heated and soothed by her own father-in-law’s hungry mouth.
“Aah… haa… aaaaah……”
Yeo Suhyang gripped the railing with white-knuckled strength. Her lips parted helplessly as her body jerked and twitched like someone struck by lightning. All she could do was pant, weak and trembling.
Meanwhile, after the Blood Demon—the pillar of the demonic path—was defeated by the Tyrant King, one of the Three Kings of the righteous faction, the countless remnants of the Blood Cult scattered in every direction.
Some joined bandit troops, immediately slaughtering the old leaders and seizing control. Others descended upon peaceful villages, turning them into slaughter festivals for their own amusement. The righteous sects, though victorious, had suffered devastating losses. They chose not to pursue the scattered demonic remnants, preferring to preserve what little strength remained.
They all understood the truth: without the Tyrant King, the long era of righteous dominance would have already ended. Peace had come to the Murim, but its price was being paid in the blood of the powerless commoners. In truth, a new age of chaos had already begun.
“Yah! Yah!! Kill them all—!!”
“Uahaha! It’s been so long since I’ve had this much fun!”
“Kyaaaaaah!!”
“Run! Run—ugh!”
The village had been peaceful only moments before—farmers resting after tilling the fields, wives bringing out snacks, children laughing. Then disaster struck without warning.
A cloud of dust rolled in, carrying mounted riders howling with bloodlust. They swung crude blades and grotesque weapons overhead, cutting down every man regardless of age. Screams and the stench of blood filled the air as the village turned into a scene from hell.
The women who lost husbands and fathers in a single morning had no time to grieve. They were thrown to the ground and crushed beneath the weight of the invaders.
“Kyaaak…! Let me go, please—aaaah!”
“Ugh… sob…! Stop, I beg you…!”
The sobs and screams of faithful wives and young maidens about to be married echoed throughout the village.
The leader of the bandit group, Gu Cheonrak, had once been one of the demonic warriors gathered beneath the Blood Cult’s banner. Known in the past as the Black Blood Wolf, he slung his blood-soaked greatsword across his back, spread his arms wide, and took a deep breath.
“Huuu… haaa……”
The metallic tang of blood. The sweet symphony of agony and despair rising from every corner. A satisfied grin split his face.
This. This is it… Khehehe.
It had been far too long since he last tasted true satisfaction. The fact that he had sheathed his blade meant every man in the village was already dead. Slaughter came first. Plunder came second. And among all spoils, women were the greatest prize.
Gu Cheonrak watched his subordinates rutting atop the village women like animals, then strode deeper into the burning settlement, eyes scanning for fresh prey. If he wished, he could kick one of his men off a woman and take her for himself, but their numbers were small. There were still many untouched, tender fruits waiting to be claimed.
He stroked his hardening cock through his clothes as he walked, grinning with anticipation.
“Hic… sob… Darling… my darling……”
A woman’s faint weeping drifted from a larger house ahead. It looked like the home of someone who had once held status in the village. Gu Cheonrak adjusted his throbbing erection and headed straight for it.
Through the open gate he saw a woman collapsed over a man’s corpse, sobbing with her face buried against his chest. Her husband, clearly. Yet even from behind, her figure was enough to stop Gu Cheonrak in his tracks.
“Sob… Wake up, darling… Please wake up so we can run away together… sob, sob……”
She still couldn’t believe her husband was dead. She begged the corpse to rise so they could flee. The curve of her hips and the full, moon-like swell of her backside showed clearly beneath her disheveled skirt.
Saliva flooded Gu Cheonrak’s mouth. He laughed darkly, stepped through the gate, and stripped off his clothes in one fluid motion. His cock stood rigidly upright, twitching with eagerness. He gave it one appreciative glance, then approached the woman from behind with a predatory smile.
She was too lost in grief to notice him.
He sat behind her, yanked her skirt up without warning, and revealed two pale, plump buttocks. They were so large and luscious that her tiny undergarments could barely contain them.
“Kyaa—! Sob! Please don’t—don’t do this…!”
The woman jerked in terror. When she saw him, her tear-filled eyes widened and she begged in a voice thick with despair. She looked to be in her early forties, yet still possessed a refined beauty unusual for a rural woman. She had the gentle, virtuous appearance of a devoted wife who had only ever known one man.
“Stay still, you fucking bitch.”
Gu Cheonrak pinned her upper body down onto her dead husband’s corpse and ripped her undergarments away with a savage tug. She struggled, but her resistance was meaningless against a martial artist.
Her exposed rear was even more obscene than he had imagined. Her hips and ass were wide and full from childbirth, deliciously plump. Saliva pooled in his mouth again.
“Khaak—ptoo!”
He spat directly between her round cheeks. Her cunt was dry despite her tears. He rubbed the head of his rigid cock against her slit, and she convulsed, letting out a piercing scream.
Her dry folds glistened with his spit.
“Sob… please, stop… I lost my husband in a single day… sob! I beg you…”
“Heh heh, exactly. That’s why I’m offering to fill that emptiness for you. Look at how your ass is shining—wet and ready. What a lewd body you have!”
Smack!
“Aaaahk!”
When he slapped her ass hard, a bright red handprint bloomed across her pale flesh. Her buttocks continued to quiver from the sting.
“N-no… don’t—aaaahk—!”
Gu Cheonrak lined up his cock with her entrance and thrust in without mercy.
Schlup—thud!
Even though she was only wet with spit, the middle-aged woman—who had known only her husband for decades—swallowed his entire length in one brutal stroke.
“Aaaahk…! No, no, please nooo—!!”
Feeling a stranger’s cock invade the place that had only ever known her husband, the woman screamed and clutched desperately at the dead man’s collar. Gu Cheonrak began to move his hips. She sobbed and pleaded, but his thrusts only grew faster and more violent.
Slap-slap, squelch-squelch, squelch…!
“Hah, hah…! You say no, but your cunt is swallowing me just fine, you bitch—hah—hah!”
“Aahk! Aah! Stop, please stooop…! Sob, aahh…!”
Grabbing her hips with bruising force, Gu Cheonrak pounded into her without restraint.
Thud-thud, thud-thud-thud…!
Her body rocked helplessly back and forth, upper body draped over her husband’s corpse while her ass was held high. In a single morning she had lost both her husband and her chastity.
The shadow beneath the peace that had settled over the Murim was this deep, this cruel.