The Lust Demon's Promise (1)
While Baekri Sohyeon was out, Dokgo Ryeong was going completely berserk.
"Get lost! I said get the fuck out!! Ah, shit! Don't touch me!"
"Miss Dokgo! Please…! Just…!!"
"You fucking bastard! Kyaaah!!! He's trying to rape a woman here—mmph…!"
To calm the thrashing Dokgo Ryeong, Wi Ilcheong finally employed the subtleties of the Golden Seize Hand and clamped her mouth shut.
"…Please be quiet for a moment, Miss. I'm not trying to rape you… What are you doing?"
Dokgo Ryeong gnawed viciously on Wi Ilcheong's hand, yet his expression remained utterly serene.
"…Miss. If you stop screaming, I'll let go. First, I beg of you—please calm down and listen to what I have to say."
"…"
When Dokgo Ryeong nodded, Wi Ilcheong released the hand covering her mouth.
She glared at him for a long moment, then spat the words out as if chewing them.
"If you rape me here, I swear to the heavens I'll take both your fucking balls with me."
"…What a terrifying thing to say. I haven't forgotten our earlier contract."
"You said you wouldn't take my virginity until we reach Noeum Temple."
"But at the same time, I also promised to do my utmost to treat your severed meridians."
"…And what the hell is that treatment supposed to be?"
"Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation."
"That's just fucking, you son of a bitch!!"
Dokgo Ryeong swung her arm to draw her soft sword—but Wi Ilcheong caught her hand before she could finish the motion.
"…Miss, as I said. I will not take your virginity before we arrive at Noeum Temple. But preparation is necessary."
"What preparation?"
"…There needs to be mutual rapport between us."
"Huh?"
Dokgo Ryeong frowned.
"Rap-port~?"
"…Is something about that not to your liking?"
"Shit, don't you just stick it in me, cum, and call it done? Rapport my ass…."
"…The Classic of the Plain Girl is not that kind of art. It is a method that maximizes the sensory connection between man and woman to achieve the highest pleasure, and through that, pursue each other's health…."
"Bullshit. Immortal parlor games popping up in the middle of fucking."
"…Miss. What I intend to do today is truly nothing much."
"But it's prep for fucking me."
"…I won't deny that."
"But shit…!"
"You already promised to give me your virginity once we reach Noeum Temple, did you not?"
"…"
Dokgo Ryeong instinctively realized she had dug her own grave.
Ah, shit. How the hell do I get out of this….
Just then the guest-room door opened and Baekri Sohyeon stepped inside.
"…I'm back."
"Ah, Miss Baekri. You've returned?"
"…Yeah. But… why haven't you started yet…?"
The instant Dokgo Ryeong saw her, she shot to her feet and ducked behind Baekri Sohyeon's back.
"Hey, Big Tits…. That Lust Demon bastard is trying to fuck me."
"…Huh?"
"Help me out here! That son of a bitch is about to—?!"
Baekri Sohyeon turned around and, in a blink, subdued Dokgo Ryeong completely.
…Crazy bitch. What kind of speed is that?!
"…Got her."
"…Thank you, Miss Baekri."
"…Mm."
"Shit!!!! You're both in on it!!! Shit!!! Kyaaaa—mmph!"
"Miss Baekri, please cover her mouth for a moment. No—just gag her."
"…Okay."
Baekri Sohyeon unwound the bandage from her own arm and stuffed it into Dokgo Ryeong's mouth as a gag.
"Mmph! Mmmph!! Mmmpph!!!"
"…Please stay still. I won't do anything bad."
"Mmmpph!!!"
Dokgo Ryeong tried to overpower the approaching Wi Ilcheong, but Baekri Sohyeon's absurd strength pinned her utterly motionless.
Shit!
As Wi Ilcheong drew near and reached out a hand, Dokgo Ryeong squeezed her eyes shut.
Shit!!
His fingertips touched her head.
And then….
"…Mmph?"
"I told you I wouldn't do anything special."
"…Mmph! Mmmph!"
When Dokgo Ryeong glared at Baekri Sohyeon and mumbled furiously, Wi Ilcheong removed the gag.
"…What the hell are you doing?"
"As I said. The Classic of the Plain Girl maximizes the sensory connection between man and woman…"
"Ah, shit. Enough."
Dokgo Ryeong jabbed a finger at the hand resting on her head.
"Shit, what's this."
Then she pointed downward—at the space between Wi Ilcheong's legs where she was sitting.
"And what's with this pose?"
"…First, it is about heightening the sensory connection between you and me. You are a virgin, after all."
"So what."
"…Taking a virgin's virginity without any preparation leaves a poor memory for the woman as well. The Classic of the Plain Girl contains methods to make a woman's first time the finest experience possible. That is what I am doing now."
"…And that involves holding me in this fucked-up position?"
"Please bear with it a little. Increased contact increases rapport, and improves your sensory acuity."
"…Shit, still, this pose is too fucking weird."
Dokgo Ryeong was seated between Wi Ilcheong's legs while he embraced her from behind—one hand wrapped around her waist, the other resting atop her head in an unusual posture.
"…Miss, this posture channels the two energies into the Baihui point, where Yin energy is strongest, and the Tianhui point, where Yang energy is strongest."
"…I can barely feel any internal energy."
"That would be because the internal energy you possess is so powerful. Did the Mad Demon elder often pour Yang energy directly into your Tianhui point?"
"…"
At those words Dokgo Ryeong remembered the time of her Bone and Body Reconstitution.
…Back then I forced Yang energy into my head somehow to keep the Tianhui point alive… so that's what's left….
"…Yeah. Father did that."
"Then we can skip this stage."
"…What's the next stage after this fucked-up one?"
Wi Ilcheong wrapped both arms around her from behind.
"Shit! What the hell are you doing, you crazy bastard!!"
"…This is the next stage. The stage of recognizing each other's scent."
"You fucking! Piece of shit…! Hey! Crazy bastard, let go!!"
Dokgo Ryeong thrashed so violently that Wi Ilcheong finally gave up and released her.
"…When I carried you from the mountain stronghold you barely resisted. Why now?"
"This fucking…! Ugh…."
Unable to suppress the surging revulsion, Dokgo Ryeong scratched furiously all over her body.
"Shit, the only time a man ever hugged me from behind was when some assassin bastard came to slit my throat!"
"…You've lived a harsh life."
"No…! Fuck…, haah…."
Dokgo Ryeong sighed and clutched her forehead.
"…I have to do this fucked-up shit every day?"
"…We need to proceed step by step on the way to Noeum Temple."
"Shit…."
"…If you truly dislike it that much, shall I prepare a separate medicine? Something like a virginity-loss drug…"
"Shut up!"
"…Miss."
"I know! Shit! But not now! Later!"
Desperately hunting for any excuse to escape the situation, Dokgo Ryeong thrust a hand out and pointed at Baekri Sohyeon.
"Hey! Yeah—why aren't you doing Big Tits?! Do Big Tits first!"
"…Miss Baekri has already fully recovered."
"No, shit. That… show me a demonstration. I need to know what the fuck I'm getting into so I can… prepare myself mentally."
"…Miss Baekri, would that be all right?"
When Wi Ilcheong looked at her and asked, Baekri Sohyeon smiled sweetly.
"…Yeah, it's fine…."
Her face was still vacant, yet when she smiled Dokgo Ryeong's senses picked up something strange.
…Huh?
Baekri Sohyeon's cheeks flushed faintly. The look carried a strangely mature feminine allure… and felt seductive.
"…It's a little embarrassing first thing in the morning…, but it's fine."
"Then I leave it to you, Miss Baekri."
"…Mm."
Rustle.
Baekri Sohyeon began to undress.
"Wh… what the hell are you doing, you crazy bitch!"
"…Huh?"
In an instant she stood completely naked, then tilted her head at Dokgo Ryeong.
"…Yin-Yang Dual Cultivation?"
"No…, shit. Why the hell from bright and early in the morning…"
"But… Miss Dokgo is going to do it someday too, right?"
"…What?"
"I watched and learned too…, from Sister Eun. Miss Dokgo… watch and learn."
Baekri Sohyeon knelt before Wi Ilcheong.
Her breasts had looked enormous even through her clothes, but when the undergarments that had compressed them came free they spilled into their full glory. Kneeling and bowing her head, those breasts traced beautiful curves as they hung toward the floor.
"…Big Brother Wi… likes being served like this the most."
The moment Baekri Sohyeon undid his waistband and pulled down his underclothes—
"Cra… crazy! Shit!!"
Dokgo Ryeong flung the door open and fled outside.
After watching her go for a beat, Baekri Sohyeon spoke.
"…Ah."
She looked up at Wi Ilcheong.
"…What do we do?"
"What do you mean, Miss Baekri."
Wi Ilcheong gently pressed her head down between his legs.
"We have to finish what we started. You know I hate stopping halfway more than anything, don't you?"
"…Yeah. Haah…."
Baekri Sohyeon took Wi Ilcheong's massive yang root into her mouth.
For a long while afterward, the guest room rang with nothing but Baekri Sohyeon's moans of ecstasy, Wi Ilcheong's ragged breathing, the slap of flesh on flesh—and wet, squelching sounds.
"Hnn…! Haaang…! More… hnnk…!"
"Shit! Aaaargh, shit!!"
Dokgo Ryeong burst out into the inn's courtyard and swung her sword like a madwoman—trying to forget the naked Baekri Sohyeon and Wi Ilcheong she had just seen.
But because her senses had become bizarrely acute after Bone and Body Reconstitution, the sounds from the room kept reaching her whether she wanted them or not.
Squelch. Squelch.
"Hnn…! Big Brother Wi…! This position… hnn…!"
"What's wrong, Miss Baekri."
"Hnnk…!"
"You like being pounded like this the most, don't you."
"Haaaang…!"
"Those… those crazy bastards! What the hell are they doing in broad daylight, shit!!"
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Dokgo Ryeong swung her sword frantically, yet her heightened senses missed not a single word of the conversation echoing from the guest room.
"Hnn…! Hurry…! Hurry up and cum for meee…!"
"Huff…, almost there! Just a little more…!"
"Ahnn…!"
Just as Dokgo Ryeong was seriously considering cutting off her own ears—
"Hnnnn…!"
"Haah…, haah…."
"…Sons of bitches. Looks like they're finally done."
Dokgo Ryeong finally lowered her blade.
"Haah…, shit. This is filthy exhausting."
In her desperate effort not to hear the guest room she had swung her sword like a madwoman, and before she knew it she was pouring sweat like rain.
"…Shit. Do I have to wash again?"
If she headed to the bath now she felt certain she would run into Baekri Sohyeon or Wi Ilcheong, so she simply plopped down where she was.
Sitting there, her eyes fell on the traces she had left swinging her sword across the courtyard moments earlier.
…Even with a changed body, I haven't forgotten.
Saber of Asura Rakshasa.
The saber art the Mad Demon Dokgo Jin had used as his mainstay—the fortuitous encounter he had stumbled upon by chance.
…The saber.
An art that primarily used weight, focused on cutting—that had been the Mad Demon Dokgo Jin's saber method. But with this frail woman's body now, it would be hard to recreate.
…I'll have to tweak it a little to suit a woman's body.
As she concentrated on martial arts for a long while, recalling a few forms that might still be usable with a woman's frame—and with a soft sword at that—someone spoke to her.
It was Wi Ilcheong.
"Ah, so you were here, Miss Dokgo."
"…You done washing?"
"Yes. You've worked up a sweat yourself, Miss."
"…Shit. I'm washing too. And after I wash, buy me some clothes."
"Of course. Something that suits you…"
"I don't need any of that. Just something that's easy to move in, no matter what."
"…You put that outstanding beauty of yours to waste."
"Shit, what's a martial artist supposed to do with being pretty. Anyway, I'm washing."
"Yes. I'll see you again in the guest room."
Watching Dokgo Ryeong's back as she headed for the bath, Wi Ilcheong rested a hand on his chin.
"Haah…, was the stimulation too intense for the Miss?"
He had thought it would be fine to show her in advance since they would do it someday anyway—but he hadn't expected her to run away before they even started.
…Maybe I really should look into a virginity-loss drug.
As he tried to recall whether there was an apothecary nearby that sold the necessary ingredients, Wi Ilcheong looked at the ground where she had been training until moments ago.
It had been a crude sword, yet the principles contained in those trajectories were no ordinary thing.
"…"
He stared at the spot for a long time, then erased every trace of swordsmanship left in the courtyard and returned to the room.
"Haah…, stiff as hell."
Even after becoming a master, the Mad Demon Dokgo Jin had never neglected training—but trembling legs were something he hadn't felt in a very long time.
In that sense, at least this trash body would be fun to train, Dokgo Ryeong thought with a grin.
…It's been a while. Body hurting like this.
Her arms and legs trembled; blisters stung her hands. Yet those pains were actually a joy to her. She too was a martial artist to the core, so she knew full well how much stronger one became by enduring such pain. Pain turned into pleasure, and that sense of elevation was a great driving force that advanced a martial artist.
"Shit. Maybe after about two years of grinding I'll move like a proper person…."
As Dokgo Ryeong was calculating roughly how long it would take before she could thrash ordinary martial artists—
Thud. Thud.
Footsteps approached her bath.
"Someone's in here, so get lost."
"…I came to wash with you."
The one who entered was Baekri Sohyeon.
She stripped off the clothes she had thrown on and stood naked.
"…Can I wash with you?"
Whitish fluid trailing from between her legs, she asked.