Erection Special Forces
"Do you know what men like the most?"
Jegal Jiun's voice clung stickily to Hwa Yeon's ear.
"......"
Hwa Yeon didn't answer, but her silence was as good as a silent nudge for more.
"Women. Pretty. Ones."
Jegal Jiun whispered sinisterly, sliding her fingers down my spine.
"So let's take him to a brothel."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Hwa Yeon's voice sharpened instantly.
"No, first we gotta get him hard, right? Then he can stick it in a pussy, shove it down a throat, or bury it in those fancy tits—whatever."
Jegal Jiun spat it out irritably.
"I'm not saying drag him to fuck the whores. Just get him erect—that's it. I get it's a shame, but if Yi Yi gets it up again, I'll yield the first load to you."
"What? Yield the first ejaculation?"
Hwa Yeon's breathing grew ragged.
"What, you gonna hog it all? Obviously we take turns..."
Thwack!—Another crisp smack of flesh against bone echoed in the cramped room.
"Ah! Why...!"
Jegal Jiun let out an indignant shriek.
"You think our Yi Yi would let you touch him again? Once his dantian is fixed, I'm hauling your ass straight to the Murim Alliance, so get that through your head."
Hwa Yeon's declaration was firm as frostbite.
"Are you an idiot?"
Jegal Jiun snorted in disbelief.
"You say that now and expect me to help? You gotta promise to spare me if I fix the dantian—make me want to help, you know?"
She snarked from behind my back.
"Fine. Truth is, I don't care if I die. This fucked-up world? No color in it, no reason to stick around. And the only reason I'm even bothering to fix Yi Yi is 'cause his cock's the best I've ever had—the absolute pinnacle. But if you're not letting me taste that pinnacle again? Then you figure it out yourself."
Hwa Yeon had no comeback.
Soon, a heavy thud came from the bed as she lay back down. Her warm hand gripped mine tightly, and in that faint tremble, her confusion and helplessness flowed straight to me.
"You know it too."
Jegal Jiun's voice grew even stickier.
"How rock-hard it gets, that heavy feeling stuffing you full right to the womb..."
For a moment, suffocating silence filled the narrow room.
"Huh? What's with that look?"
Jegal Jiun's eyes widened, breaking the quiet. Then laughter burst from her lips.
"No way... you've never done it?"
Puhahaha! Jegal Jiun clutched her stomach and rolled behind my back, her breathless cackles shaking the rundown inn room.
"You crazy bitches! Sucking and biting each other like that, but never actually fucked? Hey, that's a crime! You know how torturous it is for a guy to hold back without pounding away properly?"
"Shut up..."
Hwa Yeon's voice quivered. Even in the dark, I could see her face flushing crimson with shame.
"That's... that's something you only do after marriage, between husband and wife..."
"Oh? So all that fancy foreplay's fair game even without marriage?"
Jegal Jiun wiped tears of laughter, mocking her.
"No...! I just... Yi Yi was suffering so much, so I only helped him regulate his energy..."
Hwa Yeon desperately defended herself, but her voice grew smaller.
"You can't just do that casually unless you're lovers."
"More ladylike than I thought, Sword Fairy."
Jegal Jiun chuckled, stroking my thigh.
"So Yi Yi's slamming that huge thing into me, thrusting like a madman, and you're just jerking him off? What a tearjerker pure love story. How laid-back are you, letting him get stolen by some other bitch? Sis is telling you, cocks like this bat are one in a million."
Hwa Yeon's breath hitched at the blatant provocation, but she forced composure.
"Stolen...? Yi Yi should naturally be with someone younger and prettier..."
Her voice sounded dry, painfully forced—resignation she couldn't suppress, mixed with forced self-control.
"Ha! With someone prettier?"
Jegal Jiun clicked her tongue in disbelief, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind and whispering snakelike into my ear.
"Anyway, hit up a brothel first in the next big city. A guy who can't get it up won't marry some young cutie."
Her mocking breath tickled my ear, her cool body heat and provocative tone clinging like honey.
Hwa Yeon rose from the bed, gently cupping my face. Even in the dark, her warm palms on my cheeks felt vivid.
"No... let's try a bit more between us first."
Reluctance lingered in her voice.
"Aigoo, you stubborn girl. We've done plenty already. What more is there to try with a limp dick?"
Jegal Jiun shot back incredulously.
"There's one more girl who's been with Yi Yi."
"What? Puhahaha! This kid's a total player? Where's she at?"
Over a fortnight passed since then.
The carriage rattled nonstop toward Hebei. Amid the boring, exhausting journey, Hwa Yeon tended to me with unwavering devotion, while Jegal Jiun teased with dirty talk whenever she got the chance, trying to tempt me.
My body remained stubbornly unresponsive, of course.
Three hours after leaving the last inn, the carriage finally stopped.
Through the window loomed a massive estate. Towering gates pierced the sky, topped by a hefty plaque: Hebei Paeng Family Manor.
"Please inform the young master that guests from Mount Hua have arrived—Hwa Yeon and Yi Yi. He'll know."
Hwa Yeon stepped down and approached the gatekeeper, her voice calm and resolute once more.
"Yes, understood. Please wait here."
The gatekeeper hurried inside.
I swallowed dryly, picturing Paeng So Yeon's face. What reaction would that firecracker show seeing me in this pathetic state? Cold sweat trickled down my spine.
Guided inside the grand gates, two figures came into view on the vast training ground: Hebei Paeng Family's young master Paeng Jeong Bo and his sister Paeng So Yeon.
"It's been a while, Hwa Yeon. Did things wrap up well at Wudang?"
"Yes, Young Master. Good to see you again."
Hwa Yeon politely cupped her fists in greeting.
Behind her, Paeng So Yeon—arms crossed—spotted me and snorted a laugh. Her arrogant, bold gaze hadn't changed a bit since the Dragon-Phoenix Tournament.
"Threatening to storm Shaanxi if I didn't come? But showing up on your own feet in under a month—how should I take that, kiddo?"
She strode over, smacking my shoulder teasingly.
"Just restarting my martial arts training, but a rematch would end the same, y'know?"
She glanced around, then bent low like a snake, lips brushing my ear.
"Or... couldn't forget my body instead of my skills, so you rushed here?"
Her hot breath tickled my ear, my face burning.
"Th-that's..."
As I stammered, Hwa Yeon sighed and stepped in.
"So Yeon. Actually, our Yi Yi..."
Hwa Yeon explained everything: the Wudang incident, Jegal Jiun's atrocity, my shattered dantian. She skipped the impotence detail, but the dantian alone stunned the Paeng household.
"What?! Some psycho bitch did that? Where is she? I'll rip her throat out right now! Sis, lead the way!"
Paeng So Yeon flew into a rage, grabbing her broadsword hilt. Murderous intent blazed in her eyes.
Paeng Jeong Bo, listening beside her, stroked his chin beard grimly.
"So the young hero's dantian is unstable? Sigh... No time more critical for a martial artist's growth."
Shing!—Paeng Jeong Bo shot up, drawing his massive broadsword.
"Hwa Yeon! Let's exterminate those vile scum now! The Paeng Family will lead the charge to tear apart the Black Dao filth that ruined Yi Yi, who gave me great insight into the martial path!"
His roar boomed across the training ground, Hebei Paeng's fierce aura radiating everywhere.
Overwhelmed by the pressure? Jegal Jiun, usually so cocky as Bi Seon Mun's expert, clung shadow-like to my back—her snide tongue and slithery hands gone, just blinking like a scared maid.
Even a Black Dao heavyweight like her looked comically innocent amid the Paeng siblings' fury, smack in their home turf.
"Y-Young Master, So Yeon. Um."
Hwa Yeon scratched her head awkwardly.
"That Black Dao bitch? She's right behind me."
"......What?"
Paeng Jeong Bo's bellow cut off.
Paeng So Yeon's eyes slowly turned to Jegal Jiun hiding behind me.
"That... rat-faced bitch?"
Her pupils shook, then ignited scarlet with rage. Her hand crushed the broadsword hilt.
"This runt made you like that?!"
Shring!—The blade flashed free. Paeng So Yeon lunged to behead Jegal Jiun.
"Eek!"
Jegal Jiun clutched my clothes, burrowing deeper behind me.
"Wait! Hold on, So Yeon! Stop!"
Hwa Yeon desperately blocked her path.
"Move, sis! She shattered Yi Yi's dantian! Toss that bitch to the dogs right—!"
"Calm down! We still need her!"
Paeng So Yeon's blade halted mid-air at Hwa Yeon's desperate cry.
"Need her? What the hell for?!"
Paeng Jeong Bo's thick brows twitched in disbelief.
"She knows how to fix Yi Yi's dantian. We have to go to the North Sea Ice Palace."
Heavy silence fell over the training ground.
Paeng So Yeon sheathed her sword with huffs, still glaring daggers at Jegal Jiun.
"North Sea Ice Palace?"
She muttered, chewing her lip.
"So why come here? No reason to detour to Hebei on the way north."
Her voice had cooled, but the edge remained.
Hwa Yeon glanced at me cautiously before speaking.
"So Yeon. We... need your help."