The Lustful Sword (5)
After swinging her sword until she was soaked in sweat, Dokgo Ryeong sank into the bath.
"Hwaaah~."
It had been a long time since she'd enjoyed water this warm.
They would reach the Divine Doctor's Valley in a day, and that wretched period of hers was finally over. With no more bandit bastards harassing them and charging in for a fight, Dokgo Ryeong felt a weight lift from her chest.
All but one thing.
…Fuck.
The moment she thought she would never run into those bandits again, a faint regret stirred in her.
…Sparring with Wi Ilcheong wasn't half bad, either…
A martial artist gained far more from staking their life against a single strong opponent than from fighting a hundred weaklings. And over the past three days of brawling with Wi Ilcheong, Dokgo Ryeong had felt her own martial skill advance so clearly even she could tell.
She had swung a saber her whole life, so it felt natural in her hands — but the soft sword he had given her was still, in many ways, an unsatisfactory weapon. Fighting him, though, she had grown steadily more familiar with the Yeon-geom. He had used one for so long that he kept showing her techniques she had never known, and he was a martial artist she could throw everything at without either of them coming to harm.
It's what comes after that pisses me off… Fuck.
Remembering how he groped her most sensitive places every time she threw a tantrum made her lower dantian throb all over again.
"Ugh… Fuck!!"
She couldn't even imagine what face she was supposed to show Unyeong after this.
Dokgo Ryeong splashed water over her face several times, shook her head hard, and stood up.
"Huuu…"
There was truly nothing she liked about this body.
By the time Dokgo Ryeong finished washing and came down to the first floor of the inn, the sun was already setting beyond the windows, painting the sky in dusk.
Unyeong spotted her and waved.
"Oh, come for a meal?"
"Ugh…"
"What's with the 'ugh' when you look at a person's face?"
"Fuck…"
"Uhahaha, ease up on the swearing a little, Mad Demon."
"I'll ease up when shitty things stop happening. Why are you alone, though?"
"Everyone else seemed to have something to take care of. I've just been drinking by myself. Care to join?"
Unyeong held up his cup. Dokgo Ryeong sat across from him.
"…Fine."
"Uhahaha, I thought you'd run for it. Guess not?"
"What?"
"You've been dodging me for days. I figured I'd become awkward for you."
"Th… that's…"
"Forget it. Don't say another word. Now that I've said it out loud, I'm a little embarrassed myself."
Unyeong covered his eyes with one hand and shook his head. Dokgo Ryeong screeched.
"You're… you're fucking dead!"
"Have a drink. If I were in your position… well, I'd have given up entirely and jumped off a cliff. Truly remarkable mental fortitude."
"Kyaaaaah!!"
"Whoa, whoa… shall I call Young Master Wi?"
"…"
Dokgo Ryeong half-rose to lunge at him, then instantly went quiet. Unyeong grinned from ear to ear.
"So Young Master Wi is scarier than the Sword God, huh? Uhahaha!!"
"Which hand do you like better?"
"Pardon?"
"You put needles in with your right hand, so I can take the left one, yeah?"
"…I'm sorry. I'll stop joking."
"Just pour the damn wine, you bastard."
"Yes."
Unyeong filled her cup, still smiling.
"This is nice, too."
"…What is?"
"We've talked now and then, but mostly it was just me rambling."
"…Was it?"
"Yes. Just shooting the breeze like this is enjoyable."
"…"
Dokgo Ryeong swallowed her wine in silence.
"…'I killed so-and-so this time. Next I'm going to kill so-and-so.' Outside of that, there was nothing to talk about."
"Uhahaha, so that was your idea of consideration. Fair enough… hard to dump that kind of talk on a doctor."
"…Think whatever you want. Just give me more wine."
"They did say not to drink too much, you know?"
"Fuck, this much is fine."
Dokgo Ryeong snatched the bottle, filled her own cup, then poured for Unyeong and asked,
"…You going after Moyong Byeok?"
"I have to. Once I make the inner core."
"Then why not go on the way? You said Sohong inherited it."
"My daughter still doesn't know how to make an inner core. I was planning to teach her the method soon anyway. Might as well pass it on while I'm at it, then wander around a bit myself."
"Hell… I'm going to wreck him anyway, so why bother fixing him up?"
"Uhahaha, then I'll treat him so thoroughly you'll have a hard time wrecking him."
"…"
Seeing that Unyeong had no intention of changing his mind, Dokgo Ryeong muttered,
"…Watch your mouth. Don't die. That bastard's a lunatic, so just keep your head down no matter what."
"Uhahaha, are you worried about me?"
"Yeah, you bastard. If you die, what's Sohong supposed to do?"
"She's about the age to get married soon, isn't she?"
"You used to say you'd keep her by your side for life…"
"Heh. If I did that, Sohong would hate me for it."
After that, the two of them talked about this and that for a long while — ordinary, everyday things, nothing special.
By the time Unyeong's face was flushed with drink and Dokgo Ryeong was starting to feel the wine herself, Unyeong shook the empty bottle.
"…Huh? We're out of wine?"
"One more bottle…"
"No. Any more and it'll be rough. Uhahaha."
"Guess I'll head up and sleep."
"Ah, Mad Demon. Will you be sleeping in our room?"
"Huh? We already split the rooms by men and women earlier."
"Ahem, ahem… well, you see… I heard Young Master Wi has business with the other two young ladies."
At those words, Dokgo Ryeong's mind slowly went blank.
"Fuck… What about No Geukmyeong?"
"I made Young Hero No a sleeping draught earlier and put him under. He won't wake until midday tomorrow."
"Goddammit, that Lust Demon bastard for real…"
"Uhahaha, he's in his prime, isn't he?"
"Let's go up. Guess I'm sleeping in your room, fuck."
"Yes."
She propped up the swaying Unyeong and helped him upstairs. Just as he had said, No Geukmyeong was dead to the world.
"…This bastard won't wake up halfway through, will he?"
"Go ahead and slap him a few times if you want. The sleeping draught I make is extremely effective."
"…"
She put a little force into a blow to No Geukmyeong's side. He twitched once, then went right back to snoring. Dokgo Ryeong relaxed.
"…Yeah, he's not waking up from that. Anyway, go to sleep already. I'm going to circulate my energy a bit first."
"Uhahaha, as you wish."
Once she confirmed that Unyeong had flopped into place, pulled up the blanket, and settled in to sleep, Dokgo Ryeong quietly drew up her internal energy and burned off the alcohol.
"This part's convenient, at least."
With both the Yangqiao and Yinqiao meridians opened and her mastery of the Moon Shadow Divine Art rising, the internal energy she could control had naturally increased. At the same time, the constraints on her body had fallen away — she could now send sound transmissions, and, as she just had, burn off the effects of wine. A thought flickered through her mind.
…If I just do it a few more times like before, wouldn't that open all eight extraordinary meridians…?
She entertained the idea for a moment, then quickly shook her head and banished it.
Fuck…
She had no desire to do that again just to erase some temporary inconvenience. The biggest reason was the feeling that every time she did something lewd, "Dokgo Jin" grew a little fainter.
I am Dokgo Jin… Mad Demon Dokgo Jin.
She repeated it to herself, steeled her resolve, and approached the window. Sitting cross-legged in a patch of moonlight, Dokgo Ryeong began examining the inside of her body.
…Definitely better than before.
The Yin energy settled in her lower dantian was still wild enough to be hard to control, but after learning the Moon Shadow Divine Art she could draw on a certain amount of it. At this level, she wouldn't find herself in trouble no matter where she went. She began carefully drawing out her energy and starting a full circulation of qi…
"Hnn…"
A faint moan drifted from somewhere far off.
…What was that? A hallucination?
Thinking she might have misheard, she focused a little harder — and the sound came again.
"Brother Wi… hnnngh…!"
The voice was clearer this time. Dokgo Ryeong understood the situation at once.
Fuck… Dull-witted and the Lust Demon.
She couldn't understand why those two would do something like that when she might walk into the room at any moment — but she kept moving her Yin energy all the same.
Each time she completed a full circulation, she increased the amount of Yin energy a little more. After several rounds, she reached the point where drawing any more would make the Yin energy in her lower dantian go berserk.
Dokgo Ryeong stopped her cultivation and opened her eyes.
Tsk… Everything's fine except for that damn side effect.
She clicked her tongue in frustration, found a decent spot to sleep, and lay down. Just as she was trying to drift off, two sounds grated on her ears.
One was Unyeong's ridiculously loud snoring and teeth-grinding. She was used to that and could ignore it. The other, however, was violently sabotaging her sleep.
"Hyaaah…! Deeper… deeper, yoo…!"
It was Eun Gwanyeong's moaning.
Baekri Sohyeon at least showed some restraint. Eun Gwanyeong had none whatsoever. The almost deliberate, wailing sounds kept coming as if she were advertising it on purpose, and Dokgo Ryeong's sleep fled in an instant.
Fuck, a little…! Put up a sound barrier or something, you bastards!!
Hearing Eun Gwanyeong's voice made Dokgo Ryeong feel herself getting worked up for no good reason.
"Hnnngh…! Th… thrusting like that… haaah!"
Every time the voice reached her, memories of the night she had spent with Wi Ilcheong came flooding back. Her lower dantian throbbed for no reason, and her face burned.
Fuck, for real…!
She had thought she'd finally shaken off the lust that had been building the entire time Wi Ilcheong tormented her during her period. She was wrong. Feeling her underclothes grow damp little by little, Dokgo Ryeong finally sat up and checked the room.
"Grrrk… kuh. Crrrk…"
Unyeong was still deep asleep, snoring and grinding his teeth. No Geukmyeong beside him was equally dead to the world. Reassured, Dokgo Ryeong quietly pulled the blanket up over her face and slid a hand between her legs.
Just a little… just enough to calm the lust…
The moment her hand settled over her underclothes, she could feel how thoroughly soaked her sex already was.
"Nn…"
A moan slipped out the instant her fingers moved. Afraid of being heard, she bit down hard on the blanket and began to move her hand slowly.
"Mmph…!"
She traced slow circles, teasing the slightly swollen peak, and a strange ticklishness made her rub her thighs together. Savoring that hazy, restless, tingling feeling, Dokgo Ryeong gradually lost herself in the act.
"Hnnngh…! Mmph…!"
Naturally, Wi Ilcheong came to mind as she touched herself. Remembering the feel of his member pressed beneath her sex, she rubbed harder — and every so often a jolt of pleasure shot through her entire body, making her tremble.
"Haah…! Hnn…!"
Just a little more… just a little more… she repeated, moving her hand. But the sharp, thrilling pleasure of before never came.
…What's missing?
Compared to the night she had spent with Wi Ilcheong, something felt lacking. Carefully, Dokgo Ryeong slipped a finger inside herself.
"Haahk…!"
The sudden moan startled her. She bit down on the blanket again and forced her racing heart to settle.
"Nn…!"
Feeling her own finger enter her body filled her with a strange wonder. When she clenched, she could feel her insides tighten around it — and shame and the sense that this was a filthy, unspeakable act surged up, telling her she shouldn't go any further.
But another part of her was curious. Curious what it would feel like to push deeper.
"Hnn…!"
As she worked her finger further in, wet sounds echoed under the blanket.
J-just a little more…
She pushed in about two knuckles deep — and something like a membrane caught at her fingertip.
"Hngh…!"
Just a little more… just a little more…
She was carefully pressing against that membrane, trying to go deeper, when—
"Ugh…!"
A powerful conviction seized her that she must not push any further. A sharp internal pain mixed with fear, and Dokgo Ryeong finally gave up and pulled her finger out.
"Haa… haah…!"
Feeling the slick wetness of her own fluids on her fingers, she was about to return her hand to her sex when—
"Hngh…! I-it's touching meee…!"
Eun Gwanyeong's moan came again. Hearing her voice, Dokgo Ryeong grew curious. Exactly what was touching her, and where?
She quietly sat up, meaning to press her ear to the next room — and found a sliver of light leaking through a slightly open door. Dokgo Ryeong caught the gap, widened it, and put her eye to it…
"Hnn…!"
There was Baekri Sohyeon, naked and collapsed as if exhausted, her hips occasionally twitching; Eun Gwanyeong, straddling Wi Ilcheong and panting hard; and Wi Ilcheong himself, gripping Eun Gwanyeong and thrusting his hips with tireless energy.
"Hnn…!"
The sight made Dokgo Ryeong's lower dantian throb all over again.
"Haugh…! Wi… Brother Wiii…!"
"Haa…! Shall we change positions?"
"Yeees… hngh…!"
As if entranced, Dokgo Ryeong slipped her hand into her underclothes and rolled her clit between her fingers as she watched. Watched Wi Ilcheong lift Eun Gwanyeong from behind and drive himself into her.
"I'm putting it in?"
"Hnn… yes…"
Th-that huge thing goes all the way in?!
Seeing Wi Ilcheong's massive member disappear between Eun Gwanyeong's legs nearly made Dokgo Ryeong jump out of her skin.
Th-that thing… inside…
Of all things, Eun Gwanyeong was facing her with her legs spread, so Dokgo Ryeong could see every last detail with perfect clarity.
"Haugh…!"
"Kh…! It's been a while, so… you're tighter than usual, Young Lady Eun…!"
"Hnn… hurryyy… give me your cummm…!"
Watching Eun Gwanyeong stick her tongue out long and wear a dazed expression of pure pleasure made Dokgo Ryeong's heart pound. Unable to tear her eyes from Wi Ilcheong's member plunging in and out of Eun Gwanyeong again and again, she unconsciously pushed a finger back inside herself — and brushed against that membrane…
"Hngh…! Mmph!"
A moan burst out. She clamped a hand over her mouth in a panic, but the sound that had already escaped was beyond her control.
Huh…?
Dokgo Ryeong's instincts screamed that something was wrong. The sudden silence hit her, and her heart plummeted.
D-don't tell me…
She put her eye back to the light-leaking gap — and in that instant,
"Were you peeping?"
"Kyaaaaah!!"
Her eyes met Wi Ilcheong's.
He yanked the door open. Seeing Dokgo Ryeong with her hand down her pants and her hair flushed pink, he understood the situation at once.
"Ah… so you were masturbating."
"Aaaah… n-no… th-that's…!"
"Come join us."
"Hweh?!"
Dokgo Ryeong recoiled in horror. Wi Ilcheong smiled and held out his hand.
"Don't peek from the shadows. Watch properly, openly — and do it while you watch."