Lust Demon's Promise (2)
As Baekri Sohyeon stripped off her clothes, Dokgo Ryeong could only stare blankly at her naked body.
It was not the same dazed girl she had first met. There was a different, almost bewitching allure to her now.
Even with those enormous breasts, their shape never sagged—firm and proud—while still preserving the delicate, slender lines unique to a woman. Watching her, Dokgo Ryeong felt anew the mystery of the female form.
"…Can we bathe together?"
As Baekri Sohyeon spoke those words, a milky white fluid stretched in a thin string between her thighs.
Dokgo Ryeong knew exactly what that liquid was.
"Bathe together?"
"…Yeah."
Baekri Sohyeon scooped water with a gourd, poured it over her own body, then stepped into the tub.
The tub was so narrow that their legs inevitably pressed together, and through the naturally parted gap Dokgo Ryeong found herself staring straight at Baekri Sohyeon's private place.
A faint smear of that pale fluid clung to the parted slit.
Dokgo Ryeong could not tear her eyes away. Suddenly Baekri Sohyeon's hand appeared and covered her sex.
"…"
"…Don't stare so hard."
"W-what?! What? What did I even see?"
"…My… there."
"Hah… When the hell did I ever stare at your lower gate?!"
"…Your eyes were glued to it."
"…"
Dokgo Ryeong had nothing left to say.
In all her years as a man she had never once seen a woman's genitals; the sheer novelty only sharpened her curiosity.
"…Miss Dokgo."
"Huh?"
"…It's pretty."
"W-what kind of nonsense are you spouting?!"
"…You looked at mine, so I looked at yours."
"!!"
Flustered, Dokgo Ryeong tried to snap her legs shut, but Baekri Sohyeon slipped her own leg into the gap and blocked her from closing them.
"…Brother Wi would like it. That pretty peach-pink…"
"Sh-shut up! You filthy little slut!"
"…I heard Brother Wi likes women like that."
"Fuck, why the hell are you telling me that?!"
The moment Dokgo Ryeong tried to climb out of the tub, Baekri Sohyeon caught her wrist and pulled her straight into her embrace.
Dokgo Ryeong's head sank between those massive breasts.
"Hehe… Miss Dokgo, your body is really beautiful."
"L-let go!"
Despite Dokgo Ryeong's struggles, Baekri Sohyeon's slender fingers slowly traced down her body.
Past the neck, along the collarbone, down to the swell of her chest—when those fingers brushed the peaked nipple at the center of Dokgo Ryeong's breast—
"Hnn…!"
Dokgo Ryeong's waist trembled of its own accord and a soft, feminine moan slipped out.
"Hup…!"
She clapped a hand over her mouth in panic, but the sound had already echoed through the bath chamber.
"Hehe… Even the sounds you make when you cry out are cute, Miss Dokgo."
"I-I told you to stop!"
"Ahh… So this is why Brother Wi teases me so often…"
"You crazy bitch!"
Dokgo Ryeong's face burned crimson.
It was not merely the heat of the bath; an indescribable shame was boiling up from deep inside her body, raising her temperature.
And there was another strange sensation—ever since a while ago her crotch had been itching so badly she thought she might go mad.
"I-I'm getting out now, so you take your time, you dumb—"
"Unnie."
"…What?"
"Call me Sohyeon Unnie… Then I'll call you Ryeong Mae."
"…"
"…If you do, I'll let go. Ryeong Mae."
"S-Sohyeon…"
Just as Dokgo Ryeong, hearing Baekri Sohyeon's words, slowly opened her mouth—
"…Huh?"
Dokgo Ryeong crumpled and collapsed.
"…"
In the end she could not endure the shame and the heat of the bath; dizziness claimed her and she fainted.
A pleasant breeze brushed steadily across her forehead. Dokgo Ryeong opened her eyes.
"…"
"…Ah. You're awake, Ryeong Mae?"
"Fuck… Did I pass out?"
"…Yeah. Brother Wi said it was dizziness…"
"Haa… This fucking body."
Dizziness, of all things.
She missed her old body—the one that could fight three days and nights without sleep or food and still not flinch.
"…Sorry, Ryeong Mae."
"What?"
"…I think I gave you too strong a stimulus…"
"Aaagh! D-don't fucking talk about it!"
The moment the events in the bath flooded back, Dokgo Ryeong's face flushed red again.
Seeing a face as scarlet as her hair, Baekri Sohyeon fanned her even harder.
"…Sorry. I'll tease you less from now on."
"You fucking bitch! Don't tease me at all!"
"…Is it cooler?"
"Don't change the subject!"
Just as Dokgo Ryeong's temper was about to boil over again, the guest-room door opened.
"Oh, Miss Dokgo. You're awake. You faint rather often, don't you?"
"…You fucking bastard. Are you mocking me?"
"…I was worried. Please don't twist a person's goodwill."
"Fuck…"
"In any case, I'm glad you're up. We should move soon."
"…Already?"
"How far do you think it is to Noeum Temple? I've prepared a carriage for Miss Dokgo, since your body is unwell. We can talk while we travel."
Then Wi Ilcheong held something out to her.
"…What's this?"
"A medicinal decoction. You seemed short of qi, so I brought one."
"Hah, fuck. To think I've fallen so low I have to drink this shit…"
She grumbled, but right now she would take anything she could get.
Dokgo Ryeong downed the decoction without much thought. Wi Ilcheong's eyes gleamed.
…She doesn't refuse what she's given. More than I expected.
Next time, he vowed, he would gradually mix in a little of the Dual Cultivation elixir for her treatment. He held out his hand.
"Shall we go? Allow me to support you."
Tak.
"Fuck off. I'm not that much of a cripple."
"…Please accept goodwill as goodwill…"
"Shut up for a second."
"Haa…"
Dokgo Ryeong stubbornly insisted and stood on her own.
"…Huh?"
"Is something the matter?"
She gave her clothes a quick once-over.
A green women's outfit.
No wonder my lower half felt so airy…
Dokgo Ryeong glared at Wi Ilcheong with murderous eyes.
"…Did you put this on me?"
"I'm better at taking clothes off."
"You fucking bastard—did the dumb one do it?"
"…Sohyeon Unnie."
"Gyaaaaaaah!!!!!"
Dokgo Ryeong clutched her head and had a full-blown fit.
"This fucking!! Both of you nearby are complete lunatics!!! Uwaaaaah!!!!"
She screamed at the top of her lungs, yet the ones looking more bewildered were Wi Ilcheong and Baekri Sohyeon.
…The craziest one here seems to be Miss Dokgo…
But neither of them dared say it out loud.
They had no idea how she might explode next.
Once they boarded the carriage, Baekri Sohyeon, apparently exhausted, spent the whole time lying down and sleeping.
Watching Wi Ilcheong give her a lap pillow and gently stroke her hair, Dokgo Ryeong spoke.
"…Hey, Lust Demon."
"Yes, Miss Dokgo."
"You're from the Wi Clan, right?"
"…Yes, that is correct. Just in case you're about to curse my parents…"
"Tch, fuck. Even when I swear I don't usually go for the unfilial stuff, you bastard."
"…Please ask your question."
Dokgo Ryeong glanced around the interior of the carriage.
"…Was your family pretty well-off? I've never heard of the Wi Clan being that big."
"Our household is merely a small sect."
"Then where the hell did you get a carriage like this?"
"That would be the Hao Sect."
"?"
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Dokgo Ryeong tilted her head in confusion; Wi Ilcheong tilted his head right back at her.
"Fuck, stop copying me."
"…I simply don't understand."
"No, fuck—what do you have to do with the Hao Sect… Ah!"
Only then did Dokgo Ryeong recall the rumor she had once heard about the Hao Sect Leader.
"You! Don't tell me… you're that…?"
"…Yes. The story about a greenhorn who just entered the jianghu spending a night with the Hao Sect Leader… that was me."
"You actually fucked that silver fox?!"
"…Miss, could you lower your voice a little when using such vulgar language…"
"No, fuck—that rumor was real?!"
"Haa…"
Wi Ilcheong gave up trying to correct her with words.
"Whoa… fuck. You're seriously amazing. With that fox bitch… ha."
"…It was the foolish recklessness of my youth. Embarrassing, really."
"Whoa… even so, damn. Ha!"
Dokgo Ryeong could not hide her continuous admiration.
Back when she was still the Mad Demon Dokgo Jin, she had never paid much attention to Murim gossip. Even so, any incident that set the entire martial world abuzz always reached her ears eventually.
Many of those tales were nothing more than the idle nonsense of local storytellers, and the most ridiculous of them all had been the rumor about the Hao Sect Leader.
The Hao Sect—the most secretive, quiet, and dangerous information guild in the jianghu.
Founded by gathering the lowest of the low—courtesans, coachmen, shop boys, thieves—yet under the genius strategy of its leader it rivaled even the Beggar's Sect as the greatest intelligence network in the martial world.
Dokgo Jin herself had purchased information from the Hao Sect several times; on occasion the Sect Leader had delivered it in person.
So when she heard the rumor that the Hao Sect Leader had spent a single night with some wet-behind-the-ears brat who had just entered the jianghu, then become so addicted to the young man's stamina that she mobilized the entire sect to hunt him down—the Mad Demon had personally rearranged the jaw of the unorthodox scum who had spouted such garbage.
Never in her wildest dreams had she imagined the man in question would be the Lust Demon Wi Ilcheong.
"Whoa… you're the real deal. From now on I'll call you Great Hero Wi! I acknowledge you!"
"…Thank you."
"Khh… Crazy bastard. Turns out the real Mad Demon was right here."
Dokgo Ryeong even clapped and cackled. Wi Ilcheong hurriedly changed the subject.
If he let her keep talking, there was no telling how many days she would spend rambling about the Hao Sect Leader.
"Speaking of the Mad Demon, Miss—have you by any chance learned the Saber of Asura Rakshasa?"
"What?"
"…"
The sly, admiring smile vanished from Dokgo Ryeong's face, replaced by pure coldness.
"…Why are you asking me that?"
"My apologies. I saw traces of sword practice at the manor."
"Ah… fuck."
Realizing she had left the training marks behind without erasing them, Dokgo Ryeong cursed her own stupidity and smacked her forehead.
A master of Wi Ilcheong's caliber could roughly identify a technique from residual traces alone. Even if she had performed it with a soft sword, there was no way he would miss the fundamental principles of weight and speed that formed the core of saber arts.
"…So what are you trying to say?"
"First, I apologize for presumptuously examining another martial artist's technique."
"I'm the idiot who didn't clean up the traces."
"I'm glad you don't mind."
Wi Ilcheong smiled faintly, then grew serious again.
"Miss, a soft sword may suit a swift sword style, but it is ill-matched with a heavy sword style."
"I know."
"Then do you possess another saber?"
"…Why do you care?"
"Traveling with me, Miss may encounter another crisis like last time. At the very least, I thought it would be good for you to learn some swordsmanship for self-defense."
"…"
Catching the unspoken meaning behind Wi Ilcheong's words, Dokgo Ryeong felt a small lift in her mood.
In short, he was offering to teach her swordsmanship.
"What kind of sword art?"
"…Ideally a Transforming Sword or Illusion Sword style, but those are usually difficult for groups to master, so they may be hard for you, Miss."
"Understanding the principles is fine—I just don't have the stamina."
"Pardon?"
"You have to create variations with the wrist to confuse the enemy, and I don't fucking have that kind of stamina."
"…You are more well-versed in martial arts than I expected."
"Ha!"
Dokgo Ryeong let out a hollow laugh at his words.
You little shit, I've been swinging a saber half a century longer than you—how the hell would I not know?
She could never say it aloud, but the thought that she had scored one on Wi Ilcheong put her in a good mood.
"…Then, Miss, do you have a particular sword art in mind? Or perhaps you learned something separately from the Mad Demon elder…"
"Nothing. But since I'm using a sword, I've been thinking mainly about thrusting techniques."
"Thrusting…"
"My stamina is complete garbage anyway, so long fights are impossible. I'm thinking of a one-hit kill thrust for short decisive battles—but how common is a sword art like that in this world?"
"…"
Hearing her words, Wi Ilcheong's face hardened.
"…It shares the same characteristics as a sword art I know."
"Then shut your mouth. The dumb one's waking up."
"…"
The moment Dokgo Ryeong spoke, Baekri Sohyeon opened her eyes.
"…How long have you known?"
"A sleeping person's breathing is different, dumbass."
"…Sohyeon Unnie."
"Ah, fuck, whatever. Anyway, I'll figure out the sword art myself…"
"…Want me to teach you?"
At Baekri Sohyeon's words, Dokgo Ryeong's body went rigid.
"…The Shoot the Sun Sword Art. The secret technique of the Diancang Sect… I can teach it to Ryeong Mae."