Just Spread Them Once - (5)
Dokgo Ryeong headed for the manor, desperate to clear her head.
Ah, fuck… is this even right?
Her mind was a complete mess of tangled thoughts. The more she replayed Eun Yakbyeok’s words, the more they felt both completely wrong and somehow completely right. At least the woman had said she didn’t have to spread her legs—just sleeping beside him would be enough. That felt like a halfway decent compromise.
On another level, she told herself there was no real reason to feel ashamed.
Fuck it. Yeah. I used to be a guy anyway, so two guys sleeping together—what’s the big deal… right? Wait, is that right?
No matter how she turned it over, the thoughts refused to settle. The frustration finally made her give up thinking altogether.
Fuck it. We’re already on this boat. Might as well ride it out…
It wasn’t like she actually had to open her legs. Just share a blanket, circulate energy, and be done with it. Dokgo Ryeong decided to just go through with it. The longer she kept chewing on the idea, the more her lower dantian throbbed, and she was terrified that would only stir up more lust.
Right then—
“Oh, daughter of Dokgo Jin. You’re awake?”
“…Blade Immortal.”
She ran into Paeng Yudeok’s party. Paeng Munhwi stepped forward from behind his father and greeted her.
“…Young lady, you’ve regained consciousness.”
“Yeah. Fuck, sorry.”
“Pardon?”
“Must’ve scared the hell out of you when I suddenly collapsed.”
“Ah… it’s quite all right. Seeing you healthy again puts my mind at ease.”
“Hahaha! As expected of Dokgo Jin’s daughter—what spirit!”
“Fuck… that laugh of yours is disgustingly loud.”
“That foul mouth of yours… hah…”
Watching Hwangbo Gi visibly swallow his anger, Dokgo Ryeong’s face twisted slightly.
What a pain in the ass.
Hwangbo Gi snarled.
“…Next time we meet, I’ll teach you what proper manners look like, you little bitch.”
“Go ahead and try.”
Paeng Munhwi spoke to her again.
“…Young lady.”
“What?”
“I’ve entrusted the Meteor Saber to your companions. Please make good use of it, and I sincerely hope you will visit our clan someday.”
“…Fine.”
“And I had no idea you already had a destined partner. Please accept my apology.”
“…What the hell are you talking about?”
Dokgo Ryeong tilted her head. Paeng Munhwi simply offered a bright, refreshing smile.
“If you don’t know what I mean, then I must have misspoken. In any case, I look forward to meeting you again.”
“…Creepy bastard.”
Next, Hwangbo Gi passed by and glared daggers at her. Dokgo Ryeong met his stare without flinching until he looked away first.
“Like father, like daughter.”
“Hmph.”
“Value your life while you still have it.”
“…”
She vowed that once she recovered her strength she would pay the Hwangbo Clan a visit, eyes still locked on him.
“Disgusting little bitch. If it weren’t for the Blade Immortal, I’d have already tanned your hide.”
The second I get my power back, you’re first on the list, you bastard.
With that silent promise she watched Paeng Yudeok, the last to pass. Noticing the luggage in his hands, she asked,
“So… where are you headed?”
“Ah, trouble’s cropped up at the main house. Come to think of it, you wouldn’t have heard yet.”
“…Huh?”
The Blade Immortal said,
“The Sword Venerable has defeated Mukseon.”
“Mukseon… that was the Beggar Sect’s chief. Sword Venerable… Sword Venerable?! Moyong Byeok?”
“…That’s right.”
At those words, Dokgo Ryeong’s blood boiled.
“Moyong Byeok beat the Beggar Sect chief…? How?!”
“I don’t know the details myself. The Hao Sect Leader would know better, wouldn’t she?”
“…”
“In any case, I need to head back early because of it. It was good to meet you, daughter of Dokgo Jin. Do give your father my regards.”
“…Yeah.”
Watching Paeng Yudeok’s retreating back, Dokgo Ryeong clenched her fists so hard her knuckles went white.
Moyong Byeok…!
The knowledge that he had crushed Mukseon made her blood surge—and with it, a crushing sense of self-loathing.
That bastard keeps climbing higher, and what the hell am I doing stuck here…
Her feet, which had been carrying her toward the manor, spun around and headed straight for the Hao Sect Leader’s private chambers.
The moment Dokgo Ryeong stepped into the inner chamber, Eun Yakbyeok paused mid-stroke over her writing.
“…What brings you here? You look rather furious.”
“Moyong Byeok.”
“…So you’ve heard. Did the Blade Immortal tell you?”
“Why did you hide it?”
“I never hid anything. You simply never asked…”
“Cut the word games!”
Thud.
Dokgo Ryeong slammed her fist into the wall.
“Something like that happens and you don’t tell me right away?”
“…I used to, for Mad Demon Dokgo Jin.”
“What?”
“Haa…”
Eun Yakbyeok closed the book, propped her chin on her hands atop the desk, and spoke.
“Yes. Moyong Byeok killed Mukseon. And so?”
“Huh?”
“What exactly can you do about it, guest?”
“…”
Dokgo Ryeong’s fists clenched tighter.
“Right now I’d—!”
“Go throw your life away like a dog? I didn’t think you were that stupid.”
“…”
“Mukseon was said to be the fastest man in the martial world. They didn’t call him the Shadowless Beggar for nothing. He was so fast even his own shadow couldn’t keep up. And that same Mukseon died to Moyong Byeok?”
“I took down the Heavenly Flying Beggar Elder too—!”
“Yes. You did catch that elder. But that was Dokgo Jin.”
With a flick of telekinetic force, Eun Yakbyeok lifted Dokgo Ryeong into the air and pulled her close.
“Ugh…!”
“Right now you’re just Miss Dokgo Ryeong, with no power at all.”
“Let go…!”
“I rather like that towering pride and fighting spirit of yours. But this is the time to lower your head, and watching you refuse makes me truly frustrated.”
“You fucking—!!”
Veins bulged on Dokgo Ryeong’s forehead. The yang energy at her Heavenly Convergence point seethed as if ready to explode. It was a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Madness.
One of Dokgo Jin’s oldest companions.
Just as something was about to snap inside her skull—
Eun Yakbyeok’s flat voice cut through.
“Offer your virginity to Wi Ilcheong.”
“…Again!”
“Yes, I’ll keep saying it. No matter how I look at it, pinning your hopes on the vague chance that you might become a man again once you reach the Thunder Sound Temple in Tianzhu is far worse than swallowing your pride right now and reclaiming your old strength in a woman’s body.”
“Bullshit…! I’m Dokgo Jin!”
“No. You’re Dokgo Ryeong.”
Eun Yakbyeok’s cold fingers brushed Dokgo Ryeong’s cheek.
“Vast yin energy, a martial art free of the side effect of madness, and once the turbid energy is cleared, a physique better than before. You have everything, so why deny it?”
“What the hell am I denying!”
“You already know, don’t you? If you dual cultivate with Young Master Wi in this body, clear the turbid energy with the Classic of the Plain Girl, and open all eight extraordinary meridians, you will become even stronger.”
“N… no!”
“You’re afraid of the pleasure, aren’t you?”
When Eun Yakbyeok locked eyes with her, Dokgo Ryeong looked away. The woman caught her cheek and forced her face back.
“Don’t look away.”
“I… I…”
“It’s unfamiliar. I know. I was the same at first.”
“What…”
“It might hurt a little. The day after you lose your virginity, even sitting is uncomfortable. But after that, you find yourself seeking a man again. Because the pleasure feels too good.”
“Wh… what nonsense!”
Dokgo Ryeong thrashed and struggled, but she couldn’t block out the words pouring into her ears.
“Tonight. Just entrust everything to Young Master Wi and lean on him. He’ll take care of the rest for you.”
“Are you insane?!!”
“This is the answer I’ve reached. And I am certain of my answer.”
Eun Yakbyeok sealed Dokgo Ryeong’s pressure points; the girl crumpled like a puppet with cut strings.
“Forgive me for cutting our conversation short. You’ve already cost me two full days. I have a great deal of work to finish in that time.”
“Guh…!”
“I promise you this: Young Master Wi will make Miss Dokgo feel very good. Even if you’re a little afraid, just surrender yourself to the pleasure. Then… it will become easier.”
“…”
As Dokgo Ryeong’s consciousness faded, she caught Eun Yakbyeok’s quiet murmur.
“I… am truly running out of time as well.”
Running out of time for what… you crazy bitch…
Unfortunately, the thought never made it past her lips. Dokgo Ryeong blacked out.
When Dokgo Ryeong opened her eyes again, the first thing she felt was the soft caress of thick blankets.
…Huh?
She sat up. The next thing she saw was the already-dark landscape beyond the window.
…Night? Already?!
A great deal of time had passed while she was unconscious.
Fuck, don’t tell me…?
A bad feeling hit her just as she tried to rise—and only then did she notice what she was wearing.
“Th… this fucking—! That crazy bitch…!!”
The clothes clinging to her body were sheer silk so thin everything showed through. By Dokgo Ryeong’s standards they weren’t clothes at all—just the most lewd scraps of fabric imaginable.
“Crazy bitch… crazy bitch…!”
She started to strip them off, then realized that would leave her completely naked, and frantically searched the room for something else to wear. That was when she spotted the neatly folded letter lying on the very blanket she had just been lying on.
The moment she unfolded and read it, Dokgo Ryeong tore the letter to shreds.
“Hao Sect Leader… you absolute fucking lunatic…!”
The letter contained only a single short line.
Just close your eyes and spread your legs.
“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!!”
Wrapping the blanket around herself, Dokgo Ryeong staggered toward the door, determined to get out of the room somehow—
“Ah, Miss Dokgo. You’re already here.”
“Hyeek!”
Wi Ilcheong stepped inside.
“I…! That…!”
“Please don’t worry. Nothing of the sort you’re imagining will happen.”
“Huh?”
Wi Ilcheong entered fully as he spoke.
“We made a promise, did we not? That I would not be the first to take the young lady’s virginity.”
“…”
“The Hao Sect Leader asked me to, but I have no intention of doing so. And the young lady would prefer to leave that for later as well, correct?”
“Th… that’s right.”
“Then let’s simply lie our way through it.”
“Why bother…”
“Hao Sect disciples are gathered outside standing guard.”
“…”
Dokgo Ryeong ground her teeth.
Eun Yakbyeok, you crazy fucking bitch…!
Clearly the Hao Sect Leader had made up her mind for real.
“Since it’s come to this, I’ll simply claim I already took the young lady’s virginity and we’ll leave it at that. The Sect Leader seemed quite serious.”
“…Fuck.”
“More importantly, do you intend to keep the blanket all to yourself?”
“Y… yeah!”
“…Very well. Then I’ll sleep first?”
“Huh?”
Wi Ilcheong flopped down without ceremony, hugged a pillow, and closed his eyes.
“Young lady, don’t waste your strength either—just rest. Ah, will you be circulating the Moon Shadow Divine Art?”
“A… a little…. I have to do it at least once…. They said it has to be at night…”
“Then I’ll stay awake a while longer. If any side effects appear, we’ll need to summon the Divine Physician.”
“Y… yeah.”
The moment she saw Wi Ilcheong her heart had dropped into her stomach, yet when he insisted he would do nothing, a strange, unsettled feeling took its place. That feeling didn’t last long.
Moyong Byeok…!
The memory of that bastard crushing Mukseon flared up again. This was no time to be lying around useless. She needed to fix this goddamn body as fast as possible and reach Tianzhu. Only then could she become a man again and tear that son of a bitch apart.
With that thought, Dokgo Ryeong settled into a spot where the moonlight fell clearly, crossed her legs, and sat in meditation.
“H… hey, Lust Demon.”
“Yes, Miss Dokgo.”
“…Hold me.”
“Pardon?”
“No… fuck! They said the yin energy goes crazy less if you’re stuck to me…”
“I… see. Understood.”
Wi Ilcheong moved behind her.
“…How exactly shall I hold you?”
“J… just figure it out!”
“Yes. Then excuse me…”
“Kyaaak! Hey…!”
Wi Ilcheong lifted her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.
“…This is the only way that works.”
“F… fuck!!”
“Shall I change positions?”
“N… no! It’s fine….”
Somehow Dokgo Ryeong managed to keep her legs crossed on top of him and squeezed her eyes shut. She began recalling the formulas of the Moon Shadow Divine Art, trying to coax her yin energy into motion—
Something poked her squarely in the backside.
“You hiding something in your ass?”
“…My apologies. It’s simply a natural… reaction.”
“What?”
“…Never mind. Please ignore it.”
“It keeps fucking poking me and it’s annoying as hell—can’t you move it?”
“Well… that…!”
The instant Dokgo Ryeong grabbed whatever was jabbing her rear—
“Huh?”
A familiar sensation met her palm. She twisted around on a hunch and saw Wi Ilcheong’s…
“Y… you m-m-m-m…. you crazy bastard!!!”
“No, young lady, that…”
“Why why why… why the hell is that thing standing up!!!”
“Please look at your own clothes…”
“Hyeek…!”
Only then did Dokgo Ryeong realize exactly what kind of state she was in. The sheer scraps of fabric left nothing to the imagination. When she looked down, her pink nipples stood out clearly even through the cloth; she clapped her hands over them and shrieked.
“Y… you should’ve said something!!”
“…I assumed you already knew.”
“Y… you filthy bastard! You piece of trash!!”
“…You’re the one who asked me to hold you.”
“Ugh…!!!”
“In any case, I truly will only help you circulate the Moon Shadow Divine Art. As for this… well, it can’t be helped. It’s a natural phenomenon…”
“Fuck…! Fuck fuck fuck!!!”
As Dokgo Ryeong stamped her feet in fury, Wi Ilcheong spoke.
“Um… young lady…”
“What!”
“I can see… the lower part as well…”
“Hyeek!!”
Dokgo Ryeong frantically covered her crotch.
“You…!”
“…I’m sorry. You didn’t seem to realize…”
“Uuuugh…!”
Watching her face flush crimson with shame, Wi Ilcheong tore a strip from his own clothing.
“…Let’s do it this way.”
He wrapped the torn cloth tightly around his eyes and spread his arms.
“I will do nothing. I will look at nothing. Please finish your mental cultivation quickly.”
“Fuck…. seriously…”
“…If you keep acting like this, it’s difficult for me as well.”
“F…. fine, you bastard! Stop rushing me!!”
“…Yes.”
Dokgo Ryeong carefully settled herself between Wi Ilcheong’s legs once more.
“Fuck… fuck fuck fuck!”
“…Please concentrate and finish qui— urk!”
She slammed the top of her head into his chin.
“Sh… shut up! I’ll do it myself!”
“…Yes.”
Dokgo Ryeong crossed her legs again, closed her eyes, and tried to draw up her yin energy. But Wi Ilcheong’s yang root pressing against her backside continued to make everything extremely uncomfortable.
Fuck… it’s ridiculously huge!!
As she kept shifting, searching for a less awkward position, Wi Ilcheong let out a low groan.
“Nn… um… young lady…”
“W… what, you bastard!”
“If you keep rubbing your hips like that…”
“Y-y-y… you crazy fucker! When the hell did I rub my ass!!”
“…That’s how it feels.”
“Fuck… it’s just big and useless…!”
“…I’m sorry.”
“Damn it…”
Then Wi Ilcheong voiced the idea that had just occurred to him.
“…Young lady.”
“What?”
“I have a thought.”
“…Spit it out.”
“A yang root usually softens after a single ejaculation.”
“And?”
“…”
Fully expecting another headbutt at any second, Wi Ilcheong carefully continued.
“…Would you mind helping me release once?”