The Etiquette Lesson
"Miss Dokgo."
"…What, you bastard."
"Please visit my quarters tonight."
"Y-you crazy son of a—! Why would I ever— Hyaaang!"
The moment Wi Ilcheong seized a certain part of her, Dokgo Ryeong's legs gave out beneath her.
"Y-you insane Lust Demon bastard!"
"…Any more than this and things will become rather inconvenient, so I'll stop here."
"You… you—! Someday I'm definitely gonna kill you!!"
Dokgo Ryeong shrieked at the top of her lungs, but Wi Ilcheong simply left her with a bright, untroubled smile and paid her no mind.
"Do be sure to come tonight, Miss. If you don't, I'll come find you myself."
"Y-y-y-you crazy bastard!!"
"And don't even think about running."
"Grrh…!"
Watching Wi Ilcheong walk away, Dokgo Ryeong slammed her fist into the floor.
"Fuck…! What the hell did I even do wrong!!!"
Unable to make any sense of the Sword God's request, Wi Ilcheong hurried after him. Fortunately the old man had not gone far, and Wi Ilcheong managed to stop him.
"Sword God, sir."
"…Just a moment. Soso, say that again for me?"
"The Tang Clan are fucking bastards, and the Moyong should be deep-fried in shit water and killed."
"Th-that red-haired sister told you that?"
"Yes. She said even if I grow up in a Murim without those sons of bitches, some other shitty bastards might still pop up someday, so I have to learn the sword…"
"…That's enough. You may stop now."
Namgung Woncheong forced down the heart demons that felt ready to swallow him whole, then spoke.
"Go on, Young Master Wi…"
"…Miss Dokgo has caused a considerable nuisance."
"No… bringing my granddaughter along was my mistake. Heh… heh heh heh…"
Looking at the Sword God, who seemed to have completely lost his wits, Wi Ilcheong felt his throat go bone-dry.
[I… I'll speak with her thoroughly.]
The moment Wi Ilcheong sent the message by sound transmission, Namgung Woncheong unleashed a waterfall of scolding.
[You will put that girl back in her right mind! A child who's barely past ten has a mouth like a filthy rag!!]
[…Yes, sir. But must it really be a spanking?]
[That Mad Demon bastard once thrashed my son's backside, so I'm entitled to thrash his!! No—better yet, I ought to do it myself!!]
[P-please compose yourself.]
[I should have cut that bastard down back then… I should have cut down that Dokgo Jin…]
[…]
Staring at the vacant-eyed Namgung Woncheong, Wi Ilcheong sighed and buried his face in both hands.
…Miss Dokgo, just what did you teach that child in such a short time…
Watching Wi Ilcheong wallow in despair, Namgung Woncheong spoke.
"…I'll look after Soso. You turn that brat into a proper human being."
"…Yes."
"Haa… honestly. How am I even supposed to look at my daughter-in-law after this…"
Namgung Woncheong turned his back and walked away once more. Watching him go, Wi Ilcheong let out a deep sigh of his own.
"Haa… what am I supposed to do with that hellion of a young lady…"
She caused trouble wherever she went, and Wi Ilcheong's stomach had been burning for days. He was grateful the Sword God had been so forbearing; any other great clan would have long since refused to leave Dokgo Ryeong alone. He began fretting over how best to keep her in hand.
…But why did the Sword God specifically insist I discipline Miss Dokgo at night?
For a fleeting moment he wondered whether the old man might have certain… preferences in that direction, then promptly abandoned the thought.
There must be a reason. He is the Sword God, after all…
Wi Ilcheong set about figuring out how to keep Dokgo Ryeong quietly in place.
Carrying Namgung Soso back to their room, Namgung Woncheong wore a faint smile the entire way.
All eight extraordinary meridians sealed, so she can't even thrash about properly—and every time Wi Ilcheong's name comes up, her face turns red…
Dokgo Ryeong was clearly wavering. Caught between the Mad Demon Dokgo Jin and Dokgo Ryeong. And so, presented with a perfect opportunity, Namgung Woncheong intended to give her one more gentle push.
Living on as a woman might not be so bad.
Namgung Woncheong had long carried a small debt of conscience toward Dokgo Jin. After slaying the Heavenly Demon Cheon Yongtaek, he had fallen into a deep, lingering emptiness—and though he still held the title of Alliance Leader, he had effectively washed his hands of managing the Wulin Alliance.
While the Demonic Cult loomed as a vast external enemy, the orthodox factions had stood united. Once that great foe vanished, they turned on one another with spite and slander—and he had looked the other way. The result was the present state of affairs.
In Sichuan the Tang Clan had begun devouring every nearby sect; in Liaoning the Moyong Clan was baring its fangs more openly by the day.
The Fist God will hold Sichuan… but whether that boy Doseon can hold Liaoning is another matter.
Namgung Woncheong found himself tempted to take a little trip. Dokgo Jin would no doubt howl that someone had stolen his prey—but what of it? Waiting for him to grow strong again would take far too long.
And besides…
Forgetting all that revenge nonsense and living sweetly together wouldn't be so bad either.
As Namgung Woncheong smiled contentedly, the little girl in his arms spoke up.
"Grandpa. Why are you smiling?"
"Hmm? It's nothing, dear."
"Did you find some bastards you want to kill?"
"…What?"
"Red Sister said that when a person finds a bastard worth killing, they start smiling!"
"…"
Namgung Woncheong began seriously reconsidering whether he should have disciplined Dokgo Ryeong himself.
As the sun gradually sank, Dokgo Ryeong could no longer contain the dread creeping over her.
"Fuck…. Fuckfuckfuck…!!"
She spat curses at the irritation surging up inside her, all the while frantically calculating how to escape.
How the hell do I run…?
She took a deep breath and calmly assessed her situation. Martial level? Roughly above Eun Gwanyeong's. Allies? Not a single one in this place. The enemy's strength? If she fled, the Sword God himself might come after her.
No matter how many times she ran the numbers, the odds were overwhelmingly hopeless.
Fuck, seriously. Damn old fossil! Keep your own house in order…!
She was scratching furiously at her scalp, convinced there was no way to slip out at night, when someone approached.
"Ryeong Mae, what are you doing?"
"…What were you doing, Dummy?"
"Took a nice long bath and rested a bit. Aren't you going to eat?"
"Eat, my ass…"
"What kind of trouble did you cause this time?"
"…"
When Dokgo Ryeong clamped her mouth shut, Baekri Sohyeon sighed.
"Haa… Ryeong Mae. Can't we just travel quietly for once?"
"Fuck, it wasn't my fault, okay?"
"…Whenever you say that, it usually means it was your fault."
"Eh, fuck. I don't even know."
"Want some tea? Divine Doctor Uncle gave me some really good tea."
"…Not tea. Booze."
"…"
Baekri Sohyeon hesitated a moment, then nodded.
"…Alright."
"Huh? What's this? You're actually letting me drink?"
"R-Ryeong Mae, you look like you're in really bad shape…"
"…Yeah, fuck. You're the only one who looks out for me, Dummy."
"…"
Baekri Sohyeon looked briefly flustered, then recovered her usual self.
"Th-that's right. Only me…"
"Let's go. You know what kind of booze it is?"
"U-um? You'll know once you drink it."
"Sure. Booze is booze."
As Dokgo Ryeong eagerly hurried her along, Baekri Sohyeon felt a twinge of guilt.
…Sorry, Ryeong Mae.
Baekri Sohyeon was on Wi Ilcheong's side too.
When Dokgo Ryeong opened her eyes again, the first thing she heard was a moan.
"Hngh…! Hyaaang…!"
A woman's languid, honeyed moans, rough breathing, and a familiar scent hit her all at once. Dokgo Ryeong panicked and tried to move.
"F-fuck, what the hell is this?!"
But she couldn't move. Realizing her arms and legs had been bent behind her back and bound with rope, she began thrashing wildly.
That was when a fully naked Wi Ilcheong approached her, his manhood—slick with a mixture of seed and love juices—swaying heavily between his legs.
"Ah… Miss Dokgo. You're awake."
"F-fuck! Put that disgusting thing away!!"
"It's something you'll need to grow accustomed to. Why make such a fuss?"
"Kyaaaaak!!"
Dokgo Ryeong drew up her inner energy, ready to snap the ropes at once—but the power inside her body refused to move at all.
"Wh-what the hell?!"
"…I mixed in a little energy-dispersing toxin, Ryeong Mae. You won't be able to move your inner energy freely."
"Dummy, you…!"
Baekri Sohyeon spoke from behind Wi Ilcheong, looking somewhat apologetic, and Dokgo Ryeong flew into a rage.
"I trusted you…! Dummy, you son of a bitch!!"
"…But Ryeong Mae, if we didn't do at least this much, you were definitely going to run."
"Fuck!! Fuuuuck!!!"
"Oppa Wi, should we put a gag on her too?"
"…That would be a bit much."
When Eun Gwanyeong popped out from the side as well, Dokgo Ryeong sank into despair.
"You… you bastards!!"
"Miss Dokgo, really… why do you keep running away when you secretly enjoy it so much~?"
"I-I don't enjoy anything!!"
"Enjoy what, you ask?"
Eun Gwanyeong dropped to her knees beside Wi Ilcheong and nuzzled her cheek lovingly against his manhood as she spoke.
"Dirty things, heheh. Haup…"
"Ah… Gwanyeong, that's mean. I was going to clean him up."
"Mmph… Unnie Sohyeon enjoyed herself plenty too~."
"Let's do it together."
Watching the two women cling to Wi Ilcheong's manhood from either side and lick it, Dokgo Ryeong's face flushed so red it looked ready to burst.
"Y-you shameless sluts!!"
Dokgo Ryeong's hair slowly began to lighten. Then, checking the color of her own hair, she seized upon a single thread of hope.
Even with the energy-dispersing toxin, my Yin energy still moves?
If she could just draw up her inner energy, she could escape. She racked her brain for ways to stir her lust further… and then despaired.
No, fuck. That just means I have to do dirty shit anyway, doesn't it?
No matter how she turned it over, she could see no way out. Around then, Wi Ilcheong rested his hands on Eun Gwanyeong's and Baekri Sohyeon's heads.
"You two young ladies, that will be enough. Would you like to go back and rest first?"
"Ehk? For real~?"
"…You're wrapping up early today."
"I'd like to have some time alone with Miss Dokgo from here on."
"Hiiik?!"
Hearing Wi Ilcheong's words, the two women turned to Dokgo Ryeong with wicked little smiles.
"Wh-what are you staring at, you bitches!"
"Ah, so that's why earlier he…"
"I totally knew he was gonna do that~!"
As they whispered about something only they understood, Dokgo Ryeong grew more and more uneasy.
"Wh-what is it?"
"It's a se~cret."
"I'm not telling, Ryeong Mae. But… you can look forward to it?"
"Wh-who's looking forward to anything!!"
Eun Gwanyeong and Baekri Sohyeon pulled on their clothes and left. Only Wi Ilcheong and Dokgo Ryeong remained in the room.
After downing a bowl of water and throwing on some clothes in a rough fashion, Wi Ilcheong slowly approached her.
Fuck… fuckfuckfuck!!
Whether from tension or excitement, her heart began to race. She could feel the pounding in her chest grow louder, her breathing grow rougher, and she struggled desperately to calm herself.
But…
Her throat kept going dry. She hadn't done anything yet—but the certainty of what was about to happen was already there. Between her legs, that familiar ticklish heat stirred again. The throbbing in her lower abdomen was slowly transforming into a sweet, aching need when—
"Miss Dokgo."
"Y-yes?! N-nyehet?!"
"Do you understand what you did wrong today?"
"Wh-what did I even do wrong…"
"You planted twisted knowledge in a young child's mind."
Wi Ilcheong untied the knot connecting her arms and legs. Her limbs remained bound, however.
"I-I didn't mean to…"
"Whether you meant to or not, one thing is certain: Miss Dokgo nearly caused a major incident today."
"N-nooo…, hnn—!"
Just as Dokgo Ryeong tried to protest, Wi Ilcheong seized her breast. Her lower abdomen throbbed hard, and her body twisted.
"I've come to feel that I've been far too lenient with you all this time."
"Wh-what are you trying to…"
"I've held back until now, but I've learned how to keep Miss Dokgo under control—so I intend to discipline you properly. I thought we might resume the etiquette education we left unfinished last time."
Wi Ilcheong lifted her into his arms.
"Hyehk?! D-don't—!"
"I've already raised a sound barrier, so there's no need to worry."
"Th-that's not the problem—aaah…!"
Still holding her, Wi Ilcheong sat down on the bed. He laid her upper body across his lap and rested a hand on her waist.
"From now on, we will converse only in polite speech, Miss."
"Wh-why should I…!"
The instant Dokgo Ryeong resisted, Wi Ilcheong's hand rose.
And then—
Smack!
"Hnn!!"
"Spanking isn't particularly to my taste, but the Sword God specifically requested it."
"Ahhngh…!"
A strange sensation washed over Dokgo Ryeong. The buttock that had taken Wi Ilcheong's palm burned as if set on fire. But deeper still, something that made her lower dantian tremble—a bizarre, unnameable feeling—set her whole body shivering.
Then Wi Ilcheong's hand slipped beneath her skirt.
"Wh-hey! Hey, you Lust Demon bastard!!"
"For the remainder of this night, I intend to thoroughly educate Miss Dokgo into a well-mannered young lady. The Mad Demon elder will be delighted when he next meets you."
"H-he won't be delighted, you crazy bastard!"
"Is that so? At the very least, Miss Dokgo seems rather delighted right now."
"Hyehk?!"
Wi Ilcheong dangled the undergarments he had just stripped from her before her eyes. Still faintly warm, the cloth was already soaked through with sticky fluid.
"…Truly. Seeing how easily you grow this wet, Miss Dokgo is quite remarkable."
"Th-that's not—!"
"Polite speech!"
Wi Ilcheong's hand struck her backside again.
Smack!
"Ahhnn…!"
This time he struck bare skin rather than through cloth, and a far sharper, wetter crack of flesh on flesh rang through the room.
"Hngh…!"
"Your answer, Miss Dokgo?"
Hearing the voice that demanded a reply, Dokgo Ryeong trembled from head to toe and opened her mouth.
"Y-yes… nyehet…"