Cheonniwa (3)
After one intense round of pleasure had passed, Eun Gwanyeong and Wi Ilcheong were catching their breath.
"Haa.... Heut...!"
Eun Gwanyeong rested her head against Wi Ilcheong's leg, her waist trembling intermittently as if replaying everything that had just happened. The afterglow still hadn't fully faded; saliva trailed long from her lips as she steadied her breathing with unfocused eyes.
Wi Ilcheong, by contrast, stroked her hair while leisurely regulating his roughened breath.
"Was it that good?"
"... Yes. Heut.... When I do it with Oppa Wi, my waist really... goes out every single time, you know?"
"I'm glad to hear you say that."
"Hehet...."
When Wi Ilcheong stroked Eun Gwanyeong's cheek, she rubbed her face against his hand like a cat. Watching her, Wi Ilcheong spoke.
"... More than that — how is it with Miss Dokgo?"
"I don't like it when you bring up another woman's name in bed...."
"Didn't you rejoice at first when you heard we'd have a new companion?"
"... That was before I knew Miss Dokgo would be like that."
Eun Gwanyeong puffed out her cheeks and vented her complaints.
"I really don't know how the Mad Demon Elder raised his child! She's so hot-tempered, eccentric, and foul-mouthed — and yet she's so weak."
"You know she has talent, don't you?"
"... A little."
Eun Gwanyeong avoided answering Wi Ilcheong directly. And for good reason — she had been pushed back in the bare-handed combat she was most confident in, and even after deciding not to use internal energy, being overwhelmed by it still didn't sit well with her.
"Do you truly think it's only a little?"
"... I don't know. I won't answer."
"Haha. Please try not to fight too much."
"... I'll handle it well on my own."
"Understood. Then we should wrap things up soon."
"... Yes."
Eun Gwanyeong's voice, which had briefly sharpened at the mention of Dokgo Ryeong, softened.
"I'll... clean you up."
Eun Gwanyeong licked along the inside of Wi Ilcheong's thigh with her tongue and turned her head toward his center.
"Ha-eup..., chuuup...."
She carefully licked and swallowed Wi Ilcheong's manhood, which was coated in her own love juices and the semen he had just released.
"Chuuup..., mm...."
"It seems there's still some left inside."
"Nyehe...."
Eun Gwanyeong gripped Wi Ilcheong's manhood, lifted it up, and ran her raised tongue firmly up the vein beneath it. A bit of semen remaining in the urethra came out and beaded on his manhood.
"I almost let something precious go to waste...."
Eun Gwanyeong licked up that semen with her tongue and gulped it down.
"Hehe... Did I do well?"
"Yes. Miss Eun picks things up so quickly when taught."
"Hehet...."
When Wi Ilcheong stroked her head, Eun Gwanyeong grinned foolishly. It was merely the act of stroking her hair, yet that small gesture alone sent a powerful pleasure like electricity racing down her spine. Feeling herself grow wet again below, she asked him.
"Um... Oppa Wi."
"Yes, Miss Eun."
"Um... You're going to take Miss Dokgo as well, of course, right?"
"Yes. Something I realized this time — even without dual cultivation, I obtained a considerable amount of internal energy. Despite suffering from severed meridians for so long, her Yin energy was remarkably pure."
"... Then should I teach Miss Dokgo a little in advance?"
"You, Miss Eun?"
"... Yes. I learned from Sister Sohyeon too, after all."
"Hmm...."
Wi Ilcheong pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"If you're fine with it, Miss Eun, then by all means. However — no violence."
"Hiiing... Oppa Wi, you're so mean. What do you take me for?"
"... I'm saying this because you two have already fought once. Miss Dokgo is already physically frail as it is."
"I knooow...."
"Then I'll leave it in your capable hands, Miss Eun."
When Wi Ilcheong rose from his seat, Eun Gwanyeong looked up at him and asked.
"Um...!"
"What is it?"
"Um... I... um...."
"Hm?"
Eun Gwanyeong placed both hands on her knees and mumbled in a small voice.
"If... if I... um... teach Miss Dokgo well... will you... praise me... again?"
"Ahaha, so that's what this was about?"
"..."
When Wi Ilcheong burst out laughing, Eun Gwanyeong shrank slightly and lowered her head. Wi Ilcheong's hand settled carefully atop her head.
"Of course. Miss Eun is a good girl, after all. I'll praise you plenty again."
"Yes.... Yes!"
"I'm counting on you. I'll go wash up first."
When Wi Ilcheong roughly threw on his clothes and went outside, Eun Gwanyeong sprawled out on the floor.
"Haa...."
She let out a long sigh, then placed a hand over her chest.
My heart's still racing....
Despite doing all sorts of lewd things with Wi Ilcheong and speaking freely about Hao Sect business, asking him for something was still an incredibly difficult task for her. She already considered herself to have received more grace than she deserved. Just being allowed to share a bed with her savior, just being able to be of help to him, was joy enough — yet he cherished her this often, to the point of making her feel guilty.
Eun Gwanyeong didn't even hope to become his wife. Nor a concubine. Even being a plaything he toyed with for a while would be fine. She just wanted to stay by his side. She wanted to hear him call her name, look at her, and see that smile of his just one more time.
From the day Wi Ilcheong had helped her, Eun Gwanyeong's life had existed solely for him. And once again, he had made a promise. If she taught Dokgo Ryeong, he would praise her plenty once more. Knowing Wi Ilcheong well, Eun Gwanyeong's heart raced at his words. How faithfully Wi Ilcheong kept his promises — she knew better than anyone.
After washing herself, Eun Gwanyeong fell into thought.
"... Where am I supposed to find this little hellion?"
She had already stormed outside earlier in a huff of anger. Thinking she might be guzzling alcohol somewhere by now, Eun Gwanyeong checked the inn, but Dokgo Ryeong wasn't there.
Haa... What a world-class troublemaker....
It would be better if she just stayed in her room, but the moment you tried to find her, she was nowhere to be seen. Where could she go to find her? As she was deep in thought — in the distance, she spotted Dokgo Ryeong walking alongside Baekri Sohyeon. With her upper garment half-undone, she looked no different from some middle-aged man who'd just come from having a drink.
What a waste of such a pretty face....
Wondering why Wi Ilcheong would take interest in a woman like that, Eun Gwanyeong called out to Dokgo Ryeong.
"Miss Dokgo!"
Hearing Eun Gwanyeong's voice, Dokgo Ryeong turned her head and furrowed her brow.
"... Hao Sect."
"I have something to say..."
"Let's spar."
"What?"
"Spar. Let's do it one more time."
"..."
Eun Gwanyeong had fretted a great deal over how she might teach Dokgo Ryeong. She had considered secretly binding her while she slept or sealing her pressure points, or even just overpowering her with force. But thankfully, Dokgo Ryeong had offered a method first. Eun Gwanyeong struggled to hide her excitement as she began to act.
"Haa... Miss Dokgo. You've already done it once, haven't you?"
"Scared?"
"... What?"
"I said, are you scared?"
"Ha.... Haha...."
But Dokgo Ryeong was far more of a crazy bitch than Eun Gwanyeong.
"Think you can't beat someone you've already beaten once? Ah... well, yeah, that makes sense. At the end, when you chickened out and agreed to a match without internal energy, then pulled up your internal energy..."
"That's not true!!"
"Ah, shut up."
Dokgo Ryeong dug a finger in her ear, blew on it, and said,
"They say a scared dog barks the loudest. You know that?"
"..."
Scared? Me?
"Hu... huhuhu.... Miss Dokgo's goading tactics truly are the best under heaven...."
"How is stating facts a provocation? I don't get it."
"..."
Eun Gwanyeong forcibly swallowed her anger and strove hard to maintain her composure.
Stay calm... If we fight, I win.... There's no way my fist techniques will lose....
Eun Gwanyeong took a deep breath, exhaled, and said,
"Hoo... Miss Dokgo. I'm really tired right now, so how about we set some conditions?"
"Bark it out."
"You sure do speak... so prettily...."
"A scared dog..."
"If I win!"
Eun Gwanyeong pointed a finger at her and declared.
"You'll call Sister Sohyeon 'Unnie,' and you'll accept everything I do!"
"Want me to be your slave or something?"
"... I won't go that far. I just want to teach you a few things."
"Hmm... Fine. But I'll set one too."
"Go ahead."
"If I win, stop acting up and crawl on your own from now on."
"Sure. Heh."
Eun Gwanyeong smiled and took her stance. Her waist was still a bit sore, but it was fine. Eun Gwanyeong believed in herself. She believed in the effort she had put in and in Dokgo Ryeong's impatient temperament. No matter how much talent Dokgo Ryeong had for bare-handed combat, she had been careless last time. She had treated her as a complete beginner who had never trained in martial arts at all, and been hit with a surprise blow. This time would be different.
Dokgo Ryeong also loosened her wrists and took her stance.
"Ah, Hao Sect. You know, right? You without internal energy."
"Without internal energy. Agreed."
"Good."
One of Dokgo Ryeong's hands rose, and her body slowly lowered. Watching that, Eun Gwanyeong inhaled — and the moment she exhaled again —
"!!"
Dokgo Ryeong flung off her upper garment.
A cheap trick...!
For an instant, her vision was blocked. There had been a reason she'd slightly loosened her upper clothes earlier.
... But I have to watch the other parts too!
A First-rate martial artist never fought relying on sight alone. Eun Gwanyeong focused and sharpened her senses. The subtle change in the wind touching her skin. The sound of Dokgo Ryeong's footsteps moving. Then, a sound that should not have reached her ears did.
Clang.
"Weapons are against the rules!!"
Even as she said that, Eun Gwanyeong threw a fist toward the direction of the sound beyond the clothes. She didn't use internal energy, but it was a sharp fist tempered for over ten years.
I won...!
If she thought merely drawing a weapon would give her the upper hand, that was a mistake — a victorious smile rose on Eun Gwanyeong's lips the moment —
"... Huh?"
Beyond the clothes, there was only a soft sword discarded on the ground.
A decoy...!
Eun Gwanyeong urgently turned her head, but it was already too late.
"It's over, you bitch!"
"Internal energy is against the—!"
Dokgo Ryeong's fist, loaded with internal energy, flew toward her side.
Too late! I have to take the hit...!
She tried to raise her legs and arms to protect herself, but she was a step too slow. Feeling the heavy fist land on her right abdomen, Eun Gwanyeong clenched her teeth.
Underhanded...!
Taking Dokgo Ryeong's full-powered blow head-on, Eun Gwanyeong went flying.
"Keuk...!"
"Kya! That solid hit feels good!!"
"Un... underhanded...!"
"What, you brat. I told you not to use internal energy. I never said I wouldn't."
"That's...."
"Brat, if you're strong, cut some slack. Desperately clawing to win no matter what... ugh."
Seeing Eun Gwanyeong stagger to her feet, Dokgo Ryeong laughed.
"Ha! Wanna go more? Didn't I win?"
"Hu... huhuhu...."
"What, one hit and you've lost it?"
When Eun Gwanyeong undid her upper garment, Dokgo Ryeong was flustered.
"Y... you crazy bitch! What are you doing on the main street..."
When Eun Gwanyeong removed her clothes, a black sleeping armor was revealed underneath.
"Ah...."
It was sleeping armor made from the hide of a Dokgakhwa-mang.
"Shit...."
One of the supreme protective gear that ordinary blades couldn't casually pierce.
Ah, shit. Am I an idiot? Why did I forget about that?
"I thought you wouldn't be wearing it, but you were."
"We get ambushed so often.... Like just now."
"..."
"Still, that really hurt. Miss Dokgo, you really do seem talented."
A sinister glint flowed from Eun Gwanyeong's eyes.
"I... unlike Miss Dokgo, am not an underhanded bitch. I won't use internal energy. I promise."
"Ha... shit. This isn't how it was supposed to go...."
"Instead... I'll make you beg me to spare you!"
Eun Gwanyeong launched herself forward.
"Ah, fuck it.... Shit, come at me!!"
Dokgo Ryeong also launched herself at her. Watching the two start trading blows, Baekri Sohyeon let out a sigh.
... The apothecary. Good thing I noted its location....