Chapter 183
Translator: penny
Chapter: 183
Chapter Title: Evil Flower
Sa Hye-rin, bearer of the nickname Evil Flower, the blossom of the unorthodox paths.
From the very start, she hadn't liked her moniker.
It felt just like they were praising her solely for her beauty.
'A flower? What's that supposed to mean? I'm a martial artist.'
That dissatisfaction grew especially when compared to the righteous faction's Five Phoenixes.
"The most outstanding female disciple of the younger generation? Has to be Sword Phoenix, right?"
"Evil Flower? Haha, how could a mere flower compare to a phoenix!"
Of course, no fool dared say such things to Sa Hye-rin's face, but public opinion had a way of seeping into one's ears all the same.
In the end, fed up with it all, the furious Sa Hye-rin sought out Moyong Hui—the very woman called Sword Phoenix...
"...I'll admit you're the superior one."
After a fair and proper spar, she was forced to acknowledge Sword Phoenix's edge.
Yet the proud Sa Hye-rin refused to accept it in her heart.
So she gritted her teeth, vowing to surpass Sword Phoenix one day, and threw herself into her training.
Then, one day.
On a mission to the Four Black Alliance for her Evil Spirit Sect, Sa Hye-rin found herself in peril—and there, she reunited with her longtime rival, Sword Phoenix.
But the woman she met again was utterly different from the one etched in Sa Hye-rin's memories.
"And if that's deemed the wrong choice... I won't let Gaga bear the blame alone."
She called Mok Jimyeong "Gaga" and took his side without question.
Parting ways, Sa Hye-rin mischievously left him an opening.
"Come alone, without Sword Phoenix."
Of course, it would be a lie to say she felt absolutely nothing for him.
After all, Mok Jimyeong was the one who had saved her life.
'And he's handsome, too...'
Not to mention the martial prowess he'd displayed while rescuing her.
Objectively speaking, he was a man it wouldn't be strange for Sword Phoenix to fall head over heels for.
But that wasn't the issue.
'Sword Phoenix has a lover now... I've been too buried in training to even fool around with a guy.'
She had devoted herself solely to daily practice.
Meanwhile, Sword Phoenix was sharing love with a charming man.
To anyone looking, it seemed Sword Phoenix had won at life.
'And her skills aren't even below mine.'
Sa Hye-rin began to deeply question all the training she'd poured her life into.
From that moment, she cut back a little on her practice time and started taking an interest in romance.
But romance doesn't bloom just because you pay it attention.
Right now, there wasn't a single decent man around her.
Even if a somewhat passable guy showed up...
'He seems leagues below Sword Phoenix's Young Master Mok.'
There were no men alluring enough to spark romance—but plenty of people nearby who could teach her the ropes.
One such person was her senior apprentice, Sa Yo-ryeong.
"How do you seduce a man? Hehe, has our little Hye-rin found someone she likes?"
Sa Yo-ryeong, more than ten years her senior, was a woman once dubbed the Enchantress for the countless men she'd bewitched.
The two were as close as blood sisters and soon delved into intimate secrets.
"The key is bedroom arts. You wouldn't get it yet, still being a virgin, but that's why they say pillow talk wins wars."
Sa Hye-rin's grasp of bedroom arts—gleaned purely from theory, no practice—was woefully inadequate.
But Sa Yo-ryeong found her eager efforts adorable and heaped on the praise.
"Aren't you picking it up too fast? I've got nothing left to teach you."
Around that time, Mok Jimyeong paid a visit to the Evil Spirit Sect.
Her master's permission came right on cue.
"He's a fine talent. If you two get together, Hye-rin, it'll be a boon to our sect."
Sa Yo-ryeong hadn't earned her Enchantress title for nothing; the lessons clicked perfectly.
"Hehe, so bashful..."
Mok Jimyeong floundered helplessly at every gesture from Sa Hye-rin.
Emboldened, she grew ever more daring.
"That's... Ngh!"
She succeeded with her first kiss.
His dazed, soul-lost expression sent her confidence skyrocketing.
"Doesn't seem like this satisfied you?"
Just as she'd been taught, she smiled seductively and placed her hand over his manhood.
It quivered faintly, but they were too far in to stop now.
When her hand slipped inside his pants to grasp the searing heat,
"It's... so big...?"
She realized his manhood was nothing like what she'd studied.
"This is way too huge..."
It seemed at least three times larger than Sa Yo-ryeong's examples.
As she panicked and hesitated, his voice whispered in her ear.
"We should stop. I have Hea, after all..."
Stop, after coming this far?
What kind of nonsense was that?
'No, I can't let that happen!'
"No. I was just startled for a second. Stay still, Young Master Mok."
Recalling her lessons in a flash, she slid down beneath the chair.
She reached to tug his pants down—but...
'Ugh, why won't these come off?'
Tension, perhaps.
The pants were caught on the chair leg.
She barely managed to yank them down at last.
And there it was—Mok Jimyeong's manhood, revealed.
"Wow..."
It was her first time seeing a real man's cock.
So massive and imposing, tension forced a swallow down her throat.
Gulp—
'This thing really goes inside a body?'
A rough measure suggested it reached well past the navel.
As she sized it up, his voice came again.
"We really should stop. Even Senior Sa doesn't seem to want this..."
He rose to pull his pants back on.
Sa Hye-rin jolted in alarm and shoved him back down.
"Stay still!"
She recalled Sa Yo-ryeong's words.
—Men go wild for oral. Swallow it whole and suck—they'll lose their minds.
'Can I pull this off?'
No. She had to.
It was far too late to back out.
'You got this, Hye-rin! Senior taught you!'
Mentally braced, she schooled her expression once more.
"Let me show you what real pleasure feels like."
And so began the true foreplay.
But theory and reality were worlds apart.
"Cough, cough."
She'd shoved it in too deep—tears pricked her eyes.
To cover her embarrassment, she tossed out a line at him.
"Sword Phoenix would never do this for you."
Ignoring any reply, she engulfed the massive manhood once more.
Slurp—
This time, she didn't push quite so deep.
It wasn't the method Sa Hye-rin had learned, but there was no helping it.
'Senior never mentioned anything this big.'
After sucking away for what felt like ages, her jaw began to ache.
'...So when does he cum?'
Sa Yo-ryeong had said it usually took less than half a gakje, but no reaction whatsoever.
In the end, she pulled off and asked point-blank.
"How's it feel? Close to cumming?"
"..."
His face had stiffened slightly—he was clearly holding back.
A proud smile crept onto her lips.
"You don't have to hold it in."
She persisted patiently with her ministrations until, at last,
"Senior Sa."
"Yes? What is it, Young Master Mok?"
"I can't hold back anymore."
Mok Jimyeong cried surrender.
"Hehe, I told you not to."
Or so she thought.
"Then I won't hold back any longer."
He shot to his feet and scooped her up in his arms.
"Young Master Mok?"
"This is what you and Senior Sa wanted."
He lifted her first and tossed her onto the nearby bed.
Before Sa Hye-rin could even process what was happening, Mok Jimyeong set to work.
"Ngh, Young Master Mok...?"
His hand grazed across her body.
In that instant, the clothes she wore slipped away like water.
'What in the...?'
Sa Hye-rin was naked in the blink of an eye.
Even as she fumbled for a reaction, his actions pressed on.
"Huh?"
His rough hand enveloped her breast.
At the same time, his lips crashed against hers.
Smack—
A fierce kiss, nothing like the one she'd given.
His devouring intensity sparked fear in Sa Hye-rin.
"Ngh, haa... Young Master! Wait a second!"
She barely shoved him off.
But the hesitant man from moments ago was gone.
"You told me not to hold back, Senior."
"That was... Ngh?!"
Ignoring her words, his fingers danced.
The unfamiliar sensation at her nipple sent a chill racing up her spine.
"And now, I can't hold back either."
Mok Jimyeong kissed her again.
She abandoned resistance, yielding her body to him.
'Maybe this is for the best.'
It was what she'd wanted, after all.
His sudden shift had startled her, but she'd steeled herself long ago.
As she ceased struggling, those alien sensations began morphing one by one into scorching heat.
Smack—
His touch, once rough and clumsy, now cradled her breasts tenderly. The kiss, so different from her imaginings, grew far more electric than she'd dreamed.
"Haa..."
In the brief parting of lips, a moan escaped her—lewd enough to startle even herself.
Mok Jimyeong grinned.
"Looks like the prep's about done..."
'Prep?'
Before she could parse his meaning.
"Then, bon appétit."
Mok Jimyeong's massive manhood thrust upward, piercing Sa Hye-rin from below in a single, devastating stroke.