Chapter 102 – Sword Empress (2)

“I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Yu-jin cried out, slamming his hips with a frenzied, ferocious intensity. Though he tried to grit his teeth and endure it, he soon felt a tremendous change occurring within his body.

“Haaaahng!”

Na Ye-jin experienced an overwhelming climax, feeling Yu-jin’s milky essence pour into her. Despite being filled by his member, a mixture of her clear nectar and his white fluid trickled down from her wide-open petals.

With a final, desperate moan, Ye-jin collapsed onto Yu-jin’s broad chest. Through their pressed chests, the two could hear each other’s ragged breaths.

“You truly have the best body.”

Savoring the feeling within Ye-jin, Yu-jin slowly withdrew his member and pushed it into her mouth, which was half-open in a lingering daze.

As if she had been waiting, Ye-jin began to suck on his member. As she moved her beautiful face, her fingers traced the base of his shaft.

“Cough! Cough!”

As Yu-jin’s massive member continued to thrust in and out of her mouth, her nectar, his seed, and her saliva mixed, causing Na Ye-jin to finally cough.

Each time she coughed, droplets of the now unidentifiable liquid fell to the floor.

Na Ye-jin, with a dazed expression, spread her legs once more. She no longer felt any shame before Yu-jin. All she wanted was him.

She opened her glistening, nectar-soaked petals wide, craving Yu-jin’s member.

“Yu-jin, please come to me…”

“Now, now, don’t be so impatient.”

Having just released himself, his member had not yet regained its strength. He could have instantly revived it by circulating the power of the Yin-Yang Lust Arts, but Yu-jin chose not to.

Instead, he lowered his head and moved between Ye-jin’s legs. He then thrust his tongue out and began to explore the inside of her petals.

“Haaaahng~ Uwaaah!”

Ye-jin thrashed about wildly. Yu-jin reached out again and squeezed her breasts. The resilience he felt in them excited him.

Yu-jin kneaded Ye-jin’s breasts firmly while licking her drenched petals. Unable to withstand the immense pleasure, Na Ye-jin continued to twist her body, and with each movement, a clear fluid splattered across Yu-jin’s face.

“Yu-jin… I can’t… take it anymore… hurry… hurry…”

“Then I shall obey your command.”

Yu-jin shifted his entire weight onto Ye-jin’s body and plunged his fully swollen member into her petals.

His member instantly pierced to her deepest core, and Yu-jin began to move his hips.

Ye-jin’s body shook continuously as she was fiercely impaled by Yu-jin. He grabbed her trembling breasts and bit down hard.

“Hyaaahng!”

A sharp cry of pleasure mixed with pain erupted from Na Ye-jin once more. Though she was a saintly, noble figure to the outside world, in Yu-jin’s arms, she was now no different from a seductress.

A siren who tempted and pleased men. Yu-jin was the one who had transformed her into such a creature.

And so, the two reached their climax once again.

* * *

Having thoroughly enjoyed himself in the rented room after a long while, Yu-jin was greatly satisfied. Indeed, Ye-jin’s body was a delicacy to him.

Na Ye-jin, too, seemed fully satisfied as she smiled brightly and linked her arm with his.

Her smile was so captivating that every man they passed in the hallway turned to look at her. The two then descended the stairs.

*Flinch!*

Yu-jin shuddered at the sudden presence he felt. For someone of his skill to be affected this way meant that an absolute master of the Profound Realm was here.

‘Why is it so easy to run into masters of the Profound Realm!’

It was one thing to encounter them elsewhere, but to meet an absolute master of the Profound Realm in a passing inn left Yu-jin feeling utterly dumbfounded.

Just then, Yu-jin felt a vibration in his arm.

“What’s wrong, Ye-jin?”

Puzzled, Yu-jin looked at Na Ye-jin. She was clutching his arm tightly, trembling uncontrollably. This was the Moon Empress, a master who had reached the Transformation Realm.

Her gaze was fixed on one spot. Yu-jin followed her line of sight. There, a middle-aged woman was dining elegantly.

A sword-like object hung at her waist, indicating she was a swordswoman of the martial world.

The middle-aged woman was remarkably beautiful, but even Yu-jin, who prided himself on being a lover of women, dared not take an interest in her appearance.

‘A woman with such a powerful aura, capable of making Ye-jin tremble in fear. And Ye-jin’s master… then that woman must be!’

Seeing Ye-jin so terrified for the first time, Yu-jin soon realized something. At that moment, the woman turned, smiled faintly, and gave a slight nod.

It seemed to be a greeting. Though her demeanor was incredibly elegant and graceful, Na Ye-jin trembled even more.

“It has been a while, Ye-jin. So lost in a man that you’ve forgotten the important matters of the martial world and even your own master. It makes this master so sad. I did not raise you to be this way.”

“M-Master!”

A title that startled Yu-jin escaped Ye-jin’s lips, and only then could he be certain.

He knew the woman’s identity. The middle-aged woman was the one known as the strongest female swordswoman in the Central Plains, the Sword Empress, Hwa Un-wol.

The Sword Empress, Hwa Un-wol.

Though she was already eighty years old, she looked no older than forty, and her figure maintained the ripened perfection of a woman in her early thirties.

Fifty years ago, she had earned the title of the greatest female swordswoman, becoming the most respected martial artist among countless women.

People called her the ‘Sword Empress’ with respect and reverence.

She had produced numerous female masters, including the Moon Empress, Na Ye-jin, and though she had faced many challenges, she still reigned firmly as the supreme female master.

‘Her reaction is a bit strange for someone meeting their master.’

Yu-jin looked at the trembling Na Ye-jin with a look of confusion. Her eyes were filled with terror.

No matter how powerful the opponent, for a master of the Transformation Realm to feel such fear, there had to be something more to it.

But Yu-jin couldn’t immediately recall how he had written this part in the original story. It was a minor detail, so his memory was faint. Soon, however, he had no time for such thoughts.

“Divine Sword Dragon, Kang Yu-jin. They say you are the strongest among the rising generation of the current martial world, don’t they? But don’t you think your name is far too lacking compared to my Ye-jin?”

Much like parents who disapprove of the son-in-law their daughter brings home, Hwa Un-wol did not look upon Yu-jin favorably.

To be precise, she did not acknowledge him.

Yu-jin looked at Hwa Un-wol, who was picking a fight with him, and thought to himself.

‘The heavens are on my side.’

He had just been thinking that he needed more masters to protect him in the battles to come, and now the Sword Empress, one of the candidates he had in mind, had appeared before him of her own accord. Yu-jin couldn’t help but think this way.

And apart from that, he liked that she was Ye-jin’s master. The fact that he could take both master and disciple.

“Why do you think my name is lacking? I am Kang Yu-jin.”

Hwa Un-wol was inwardly impressed by Yu-jin’s confident declaration of his name.

He was the first young man to be so bold in her presence. She also liked that he hadn’t used the True Dragon Sword Clan to introduce himself. She despised men who relied on their background.

‘He’s better than I thought.’

Though his reputation had improved recently, Yu-jin’s past reputation had been abysmal. As such, Hwa Un-wol had been observing him carefully. At least in terms of personality, he passed.

However, a martial artist couldn’t be judged solely on their character.

“Let us get up. We cannot have a proper conversation here.”

With those words, Hwa Un-wol rose from her seat and headed out of the inn first. Yu-jin gently embraced the still-trembling Ye-jin.

“I don’t know what happened, but don’t be so scared, Ye-jin. You have me by your side, don’t you?”

“Y-Yu-jin.”

As Yu-jin whispered softly in her ear, Ye-jin’s trembling finally subsided considerably.

‘To feel such fear, one must have been imprinted with a mental shock from a young age. The Sword Empress must have a peculiar past, then? A past… Ah!’

Finally understanding Hwa Un-wol’s preferences, Yu-jin laughed inwardly.

Hwa Un-wol was an extremely strict teacher who pursued perfection. This tendency became so excessive that she tried to mold her disciples into her own image, and the mental trauma they suffered in the process was immense.

It was enough to make even Na Ye-jin, who had reached the Transformation Realm and possessed a powerful mind, tremble.

If she was this affected, it was certain that her other disciples would be terrified if they saw the Sword Empress.

[What are you doing! Follow me!]

As the Sword Empress sent a telepathic message from outside, Yu-jin and Na Ye-jin hurried out. Seeing the two emerge, the Sword Empress moved swiftly using her lightness art.

Despite the streets being crowded with martial artists, which should have made it difficult to move, she ran forward without pause. The place she finally stopped was a secluded spot deep in the mountains.

“This place should be fine.”

The Sword Empress muttered as she looked around. She then slowly turned to face Yu-jin and Na Ye-jin, who were behind her, and extended her hand. A powerful gust of wind blew, lifting Na Ye-jin’s skirt.

“Kyaa!”

As her skirt flew up, a well-tended dark forest and her petals were revealed to the Sword Empress’s eyes. Though clean and not in a messy state, they were flushed red, proof of their vigorous activities.

The Sword Empress looked at Na Ye-jin with a cold expression and spoke.

“Well done. To think you’d walk around in such a state, with no shame as a woman.”

The Sword Empress taught her disciples not only martial arts but also the proper demeanor a woman should have. What Na Ye-jin was doing now was tantamount to ignoring all of the Sword Empress’s teachings.

“I told you to wield your sword for a great cause, yet you’ve fallen for a man. On top of that, you shamelessly parade around in such a state.”

As the Sword Empress continued her cold tirade, Na Ye-jin could only tremble, unable to say a word.

Yu-jin stepped forward, stroking Na Ye-jin’s hair once.

“She has done nothing wrong. She did it for me. If there is any fault, it lies with me. It is because of me that she does not wear mourning clothes, and it is because of me that she does not act for the great cause of the martial world.”

As Yu-jin spoke with a grin, the Sword Empress’s dark eyes, filled with profound wisdom, met his gaze directly. Most men would have immediately looked away, but Yu-jin did not.