Strike When She's Weakest
The Mad Demon Dokgo Jin was a man who knew defeat.
He was a martial artist forged by an endless chain of losses — losing, losing, and losing again.
But at the same time, Dokgo Jin was someone who knew how to rise from defeat.
With every defeat he overcame, he grew stronger, until one day the entire Murim began to fear him.
A martial artist who, if you failed to cut his throat and kill him completely, would return even stronger.
That was the Mad Demon Dokgo Jin.
Though he had now become a woman — Dokgo Ryeong — that temperament of his had not gone anywhere else.
"I should tell them I'm going to wreck Eun Gwanyeong."
"…For real?"
"Hey, you little shit… you think I'd say one thing and mean another?"
"…How are you going to win? Gwanyeong's stronger than me…."
"Obviously by slamming into her until I win. And I've got a plan, so trust me."
"…?"
Baekri Sohyeon tilted her head and trailed after Dokgo Ryeong.
"After I did that… what do you call it, quasi Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation? with the Lust Demon, my Yang meridians opened up."
"…Mm."
"So then… fuck…. If I do it one more time, wouldn't the other meridians open too?"
"…And so?"
"…To win, I just grit my teeth and do it once. Whatever."
"Hehehe, Ryeong Mae."
"What?"
"Did it feel good?"
"You—!"
Dokgo Ryeong spun around at Baekri Sohyeon's words, bristling.
"…Hey. Did that really feel… that good to you?"
"…Hm? It didn't feel good?"
"It didn't feel good, you brat."
"…That's weird~."
Baekri Sohyeon stroked her lower dantian as she spoke.
"…Doesn't it go thump-thump right here?"
"What…?"
"Didn't you feel it pounding, saying it wants his yang root right now…?"
"!!"
The instant she heard those words, Dokgo Ryeong's lower dantian throbbed again.
To hide that bizarre sensation, Dokgo Ryeong let out a furious yell.
"You… you crazy bitch!"
"…You don't have to be embarrassed."
Baekri Sohyeon wrapped her arms around Dokgo Ryeong.
"If you just get honest… it feels amazing."
"Ugh… you lewd little wench! Get off me!"
"Hiiing…."
"A girl who doesn't even know shame…! This…! Hah…."
Dokgo Ryeong, too frustrated to find the right words, finally gave up and whirled around.
The closer they drew to the inn where the Lust Demon and Eun Gwanyeong were staying, the faster Dokgo Ryeong's heart pounded.
His yang root? Shoving it into… that place?
She had figured that if he just worked her a little more with his hands, her meridians would open on their own.
There had been a part of Dokgo Ryeong that was taking it a bit lightly.
But in the end the Lust Demon wanted Dokgo Ryeong's virginity — which meant that someday that yang root of his would go into her….
"Aaaargh!!!"
Dokgo Ryeong suddenly stopped dead and clawed at her hair.
Even though they had already arrived in front of the inn where the Lust Demon and Eun Gwanyeong were staying, she could not bring herself to go inside.
"Fuck…. Fuck…! Fuck!!!"
"…Ryeong Mae. Calm down a little…."
"Kyaaaaargh!!!"
"…"
Watching Dokgo Ryeong steadily lose the power of human speech, Baekri Sohyeon looked at her with fond, pitying eyes.
…Did Gwanyeong really put her through that much?
Knowing how much Eun Gwanyeong cherished, respected, and practically deified Wi Ilcheong, Baekri Sohyeon had always expected Dokgo Ryeong and Eun Gwanyeong would clash someday.
But seeing Dokgo Ryeong thrashing around like someone in the grip of madness, she was just thinking she ought to do something when—
"…Let's go! I'm ready."
"…Hm?"
"I-I'm ready, I said! Let's go!!"
Dokgo Ryeong spoke through clenched teeth, her face flushed bright red.
"…Okay. Heehee."
"Why… why are you laughing!"
"…You're cute. Heehee."
"You… crazy bitch."
"Let's hurry and go ask them to let us join in. Think Gwanyeong will mind a little?"
"Wh-what do you mean?"
"You'll see when we get there. Heehee."
Taking Baekri Sohyeon's hand, Dokgo Ryeong stepped into the inn.
Worried they might walk in on the Lust Demon mid-act the way they had last time, she cranked her qi sense all the way up and listened carefully toward his room.
…No sounds. Is he asleep?
Well, he had been fretting the whole way about whether they were being tracked, so of course he would be exhausted. With that thought, Dokgo Ryeong headed up to the second floor.
"…Why do you keep making that face?"
"…Hm?"
"…Never mind."
Baekri Sohyeon's constant soft smiling was oddly unsettling.
But her head was so full of Wi Ilcheong and everything she was about to do that she could not spare any more attention for it.
"…Hoo."
Standing before Wi Ilcheong's room, Dokgo Ryeong steeled herself one more time.
I'm doing this to get stronger…. I only came here to get stronger…. Yeah, fuck it. Just think of it as stealing a spiritual beast's inner core.
After repeating the vow to herself several times, Dokgo Ryeong flung Wi Ilcheong's door wide open.
"Hey, Lust Demon! Me and—"
"Ahhk! Hnnngh…! Oppaaa…, I'm gonna dieee…!!"
Squish. Squish.
The first thing that hit her when the door opened was the air inside the room, thick and fever-hot.
And then she saw it — Eun Gwanyeong, completely naked, her back to Wi Ilcheong as she straddled him with her legs spread wide, working her hips with desperate enthusiasm.
"You… crazy bitch!"
"Haauu…! Hwaaang!!"
Eun Gwanyeong's eyes were unfocused, her tongue lolling out as drool ran down her chin, hips rolling on top of Wi Ilcheong.
From behind, Wi Ilcheong had caught her arms and arched her waist like a drawn bow.
"Haaang…! Hnn…! Oppaaa…! Fasteeer…! Hnn!!"
And most overwhelming of all was Wi Ilcheong's member, plunging in and out of her.
Because Eun Gwanyeong's legs were spread so wide, the sight of it sliding in and out was all the clearer.
Squish. Squish.
Dokgo Ryeong stood frozen for a moment, staring blankly at the lewd wet sounds of love juices friction, until Wi Ilcheong, sensing something off, turned his head.
"Oh? Young Lady Baekri and Young Lady Dokgo have arrived as well?"
"…Mm. Ryeong Mae has something to—"
"No!! I'm leaving!! Sorry!!!"
"Ryeong…."
Before Baekri Sohyeon could stop her, Dokgo Ryeong leapt straight down from the second floor of the inn.
For a second Baekri Sohyeon fretted she might be hurt — but Dokgo Ryeong landed silently on the ground and bolted straight out of the inn.
…Now that she can use internal energy, she's putting it to work right away.
Baekri Sohyeon watched Dokgo Ryeong recede into the distance, then looked back into the room.
"Haauu…. Unnie Sohyeon… want to join tooo?"
"…I can wait until tomorrow. I'll leave today to little sister Eun."
"Nye… nyeheh…. Hnn…!"
Watching Eun Gwanyeong shift into a face-to-face position and start moving her hips again, Baekri Sohyeon quietly closed the door.
…Gwanyeong's moans are so loud — I should have told Ryeong Mae that Oppa Wi always puts up a qi barrier beforehand.
Remembering Dokgo Ryeong's back, ears scarlet the moment the door opened, a smile curved Baekri Sohyeon's lips.
"Hehe…."
Every single one of Dokgo Ryeong's reactions was so adorable she wanted to tease her every time.
…Is this what it feels like to have a family?
Gwanyeong was a little sister, but she never really felt like one. She was closer to a friend.
But Ryeong Mae somehow felt like a little sister.
…I should head out again too.
If she stayed any longer she would be stealing Gwanyeong's time — and she herself might end up in Wi Ilcheong's arms.
Just that brief glimpse had already left her underclothes damp.
Where would Ryeong Mae be? Hehe.
Treating it like a game of hide-and-seek, Baekri Sohyeon stepped out of the inn.
As she approached the seashore, Baekri Sohyeon quickly caught the sound of a loud, angry voice.
"Argh, fuck! There isn't a single boat?!"
"…My, for such a young lady to be so fiery."
"Can't you just put one out for me?"
"Come now. The boat would flip right over. Any boat that goes out to sea has to be big. You don't know a thing…."
"Haa…."
Dokgo Ryeong, shoulders slumped as she walked back, spotted Baekri Sohyeon.
"…When'd you get here, Dunce?"
"Just now. Hehe…, Ryeong Mae really does have a big voice."
"…Thanks. I'll take that as a compliment."
"Heehee."
When Baekri Sohyeon moved to hug her again, Dokgo Ryeong twisted her body and slipped free of her arms.
"Damn it, I cut you a little slack and you go straight for the hug."
"…If you let me hold you, I'll teach you something good."
"What now?"
"Really…."
"…"
Dokgo Ryeong eyed Baekri Sohyeon with deep suspicion.
Ah, shit… I feel like I'm getting played by the Dunce again.
Despite the uneasy feeling, Dokgo Ryeong finally decided to let herself be taken in.
"…Fine."
"Heehee, good girl. Our Ryeong Mae."
"Bullshit. If it isn't something good, I won't let it go."
"…Heeheehee, Ryeong Mae~."
"…"
Dokgo Ryeong's face was buried in Baekri Sohyeon's enormous chest.
…Uselessly huge, seriously.
Those massive breasts were soft and pleasant enough, but from a martial artist's standpoint they were nothing but obstructive lumps of flesh.
…How the hell does she swing a sword with things that big in the way.
Thinking in thoroughly practical terms, Dokgo Ryeong waited for Baekri Sohyeon's embrace to end.
"Haa…, how is Ryeong Mae this soft?"
"What are you talking about?"
"…I'm so jealous."
"Enough. Tell me the good thing."
"…You want to beat Gwanyeong, right?"
"…"
That was definitely a good topic.
"…Aren't you weaker than her?"
"Mm…. Gwanyeong's just too strong."
"So? How am I supposed to believe a weaker martial artist knows a way to beat someone stronger than her?"
"I know when Gwanyeong gets weak."
"…Spit it out."
Baekri Sohyeon leaned in close to Dokgo Ryeong's ear and whispered.
"Gwanyeong is at her weakest right after Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation with Oppa Wi."
"…Hey!"
"…It's true…."
"…"
Hearing Baekri Sohyeon's words, Dokgo Ryeong's face twisted.
"…That's a cheap shot. It's not fair and square."
"…Then are you going to wait until you're fairly and squarely stronger than Gwanyeong?"
"I'd rather do it that way…."
"Then how about just throwing yourself into Oppa Wi's arms instead?"
"You… crazy bitch!"
Dokgo Ryeong flushed red and snapped at her.
"Wh-why would I throw myself at the Lust Demon!"
"Well… you already decided to offer Oppa Wi your virginity, didn't you, Ryeong Mae? What difference does it make if you offer it a little earlier?"
"Th-that's…."
Baekri Sohyeon laid a hand against Dokgo Ryeong's cheek.
"…If you just spend one night with Oppa Wi… even your blocked meridians will heal right away."
"Th-that—!"
"And besides… it feels incredible?"
"Wh-what…!"
"If you just close your eyes and leave your body to Oppa Wi…."
Baekri Sohyeon lightly nipped Dokgo Ryeong's ear with her lips.
"Kyaah!"
Startled by the sudden soft bite on her ear, Dokgo Ryeong let out a cry.
"Hehe…, Ryeong Mae is so cute."
"Ugh… you lewd little wench! Running around with the Lust Demon has turned you into this!"
"Heehee…. Anyway… I hope things work out well with Gwanyeong, Ryeong Mae."
"…"
Baekri Sohyeon stroked Dokgo Ryeong's hair.
The touch felt good, but somehow it also rubbed her the wrong way, so Dokgo Ryeong forced her hand up and swatted Baekri Sohyeon's away.
"Damn it…. You gonna keep treating me like a kid?"
"Heehee…, Ryeong Mae is just too cute, that's all. Sorry."
"This is really…."
"Anyway… by now Gwanyeong should have headed back to the room, so why don't you go see her, Ryeong Mae?"
"…"
Dokgo Ryeong fell silent for a moment, turning the words over.
Honestly, unless she landed at least one hit on Eun Gwanyeong, the anger burning in her right now was not going to cool.
But was it really right to take a cheap shot and ambush an enemy when she was weakened?
…Wait.
The thought reached that far, and Dokgo Ryeong began to rationalize it for herself.
…I'm the weak one anyway. When the weak go after the strong, wouldn't it be weirder not to pick their timing?
She had been strong until recently, so she had forgotten for a while — but she had spent most of her life as the weak one.
A slash-and-burn farmer who had never learned martial arts.
A lone martial artist standing against the great sects.
That was the Mad Demon Dokgo Jin.
…I'm hitting Eun Gwanyeong.
Ambushing your opponent when she is weak — that is the proper way of fighting, if anything.
As long as you win, what does it matter?
Having sorted her thoughts, Dokgo Ryeong spoke to Baekri Sohyeon with a cleared expression.
"Dunce, lead the way."
"…Hm?"
"To the inn. I'm going to wreck Eun Gwanyeong."
"Hehe…, okay. Just don't fight too hard, alright?"
"…"
Listening to Baekri Sohyeon talk like a mother mediating a children's quarrel, Dokgo Ryeong made another silent resolution.
…Do I need to grab this one and straighten her out a little too?
Kids these days had no manners.
Damn it.