Chapter 12 – King of Assassins (2)

The King of Assassins.

The strongest assassin, whose identity was unknown to all. They were known only to belong to the Blood Wolf Society. People believed the King of Assassins to be a man, but in truth, she was a stunning beauty who could rival even the Five Flowers of the Righteous Path.

The King of Assassins looked at Kang Yu-jin and began to emit a tremendous aura.

The killing intent of the King of Assassins, who had earned the title of ‘King’ and reached the Transformation Realm, was potent enough to kill the weak-willed on its own. Of course, it meant nothing to Yu-jin.

“It was you! You’re the one who framed me, Kang Yu-jin!”

At her cry, Yu-jin gave a light nod. He had no intention of denying his actions. Still smiling, Yu-jin looked at the King of Assassins.

“I don’t know why you’re bothering to confirm it now. Is there anyone else who carries your symbol? Anyway, how about you take off that cumbersome mask? Have you thought about the offer I made before, Seol-rin?”

The moment Yu-jin spoke her real name, the King of Assassins charged at him. She moved with such incredible speed that the five women guarding Yu-jin could not even comprehend it.

In that state, the King of Assassins thrust a dagger imbued with red energy straight at Yu-jin’s heart. In response, Yu-jin simply held out his hand.

A hand against an energy-laden dagger. His hand should have been shattered in an instant, but a black energy had already formed around it. He had unleashed the Art of the Black Heaven Hand.

*CRACK!*

“Aaargh!”

As the red and black energies collided, the King of Assassins was sent flying back. However, she quickly regained her balance and charged at Yu-jin again.

Red energy embroidered the air, surging forward to pierce Yu-jin, but he blocked all of her attacks with his bare hands.

*He’s so much stronger than he was five years ago!*

Five years ago, the two had met once and crossed blades. At that time, they had fought to a draw.

Impressed, the King of Assassins had told Yu-jin her real name: Eun Seol-rin. But in just five years, Yu-jin had grown so powerful he could face her with ease.

Moreover, Yu-jin completely neutralized the impact of her attacks, preventing any aftershocks from their battle from spreading through the annex. The King of Assassins felt an inexplicable sense of despair.

*CLANG!*

After about seventy seconds, Yu-jin thrust his hand forward forcefully and shattered her dagger.

The King of Assassins collapsed to the floor. Smiling, Yu-jin approached and removed her mask, revealing the face of a beautiful woman with long, silky hair.

The women standing behind Yu-jin could not hide their bewilderment at the fact that the world’s greatest assassin was a woman.

“Things are a little different from when we met five years ago, aren’t they, Seol-rin? You should be a little grateful, though. Honestly, if I’d wanted to kill you, I could have taken your life in a single move.”

The King of Assassins, called Seol-rin, once again revealed her killing intent toward Yu-jin. She may have lost in a direct confrontation, but she was an assassin—not someone who was meant to fight head-on. As if to prove this, she vanished into the shadows right before his eyes.

“Young Master!”

The women cried out in alarm, but Yu-jin raised a hand to reassure them.

“There’s no need to worry. Still, your stealth skills are as excellent as ever, aren’t they, Seol-rin?”

No sooner had Yu-jin finished speaking than silver threads rained down on him from all directions.

The sharp silver threads could easily slice through flesh and bone, but as Yu-jin moved his hands using the Art of the Black Heaven Hand, they were all torn to shreds. Then came a barrage of hidden weapons from every direction.

“It seems you still don’t understand that it’s useless.”

As he spoke, Yu-jin conjured the Verdant Poison Flame around his body. The flame protected him like a guardian aura, melting all the hidden weapons. And the effects of the Verdant Poison Flame didn’t end there.

“Found you.”

It had revealed Seol-rin’s location to him. Without hesitation, Yu-jin lunged toward her.

Seol-rin tried to flee, but it was futile. Yu-jin’s hand had already closed tightly around her neck.

Astonishment filled Seol-rin’s face at his unbelievable speed. Yu-jin looked at her for a moment before tearing her top, revealing her full, milky-white breasts.

“Wh-what are you doing!”

“I’m taking what I couldn’t have five years ago. I’ll need many skilled masters to survive in the future. You’re a skilled master and a woman. For me, you’re a talent with the best possible combination.”

“Don’t be ridiculous! Do you think I’d follow you, the enemy of my brothers!”

Seol-rin said, trying to throw a punch. But her fist was caught by Yu-jin before it could even reach him.

“I don’t care about your opinion. What’s important is my survival and my plans. Now, then.”

Yu-jin took something from his robes, put it in Seol-rin’s mouth, and forced her to swallow.

“Ugh! You, don’t tell me!”

As her body suddenly grew hot, Seol-rin realized with horror that what Yu-jin had fed her was an aphrodisiac. Yu-jin caressed her face and spoke again.

“Normally, taking a woman like this and forcing her to submit isn’t my style, but I have no choice.”

Yu-jin picked up Eun Seol-rin, laid her on the bed, and began to knead her exquisitely shaped breasts.

He then removed her pants and undergarments. Before his eyes, Eun Seol-rin’s beautiful flower was revealed.

Yu-jin lowered his mouth to her flower. His tongue curled and entered it. As his tongue licked and delved inside, Seol-rin’s petals writhed and quivered.

“This martial art is useful, but honestly, it’s not to my taste.”

The Yin-Yang Lust Arts, one of the Nine Heavens Divine Demonic Arts, had no destructive power on its own, but it had the effect of greatly enhancing the internal energy of both the man and woman when they engaged in intercourse.

It also had the additional effect of making the woman submit to Yu-jin. It was a martial art he truly hated to use, but he had no other choice to control an absolute master like the King of Assassins.

“I’ll finish this quickly.”

Yu-jin slowly pushed his member into Eun Seol-rin’s flower. As her petals curled around and squeezed him, Yu-jin closed his eyes and let out a moan steeped in pleasure.

Already beginning to fall under the sway of the Yin-Yang Lust Arts, Seol-rin sat up, wrapped her arms tightly around Yu-jin, and kissed him.

“What is this…! Why… why am I doing this…”

Eun Seol-rin herself couldn’t understand why her body was reacting so strongly. But the emotion she felt for Yu-jin now was not hatred, but love.

A fervent love, so strong she could sacrifice everything for this man.

Yu-jin lowered his mouth to Seol-rin’s breast and sucked, while his hand caressed her buttocks. The pleasure coursing through her from her bottom and chest made it impossible for Seol-rin to think straight.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

At his words, Seol-rin frantically shook her head. To feel pleasure and love from the caresses of the man who had framed her and sent countless of her brothers to their deaths.

Believing it to be impossible, she denied her own feelings.

*Resistance is futile.*

Once caught by the Yin-Yang Lust Arts, there was no way to escape.

Though he had no choice, Yu-jin had already subjugated countless women with this art. Once subdued, they acted as if they would give him their very souls. And Eun Seol-rin was no exception.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?”

When Yu-jin asked again, Eun Seol-rin nodded and cried out.

“It does! It does! It feels so good!”

The completely broken Eun Seol-rin cried out loudly. Yu-jin smiled and moved his hips faster, and she soon reached her climax.

“I’m coming.”

With those words, Yu-jin poured his white fluid inside her. And thus, the King of Assassins, Eun Seol-rin, completely submitted to him.

* * *

Yu-jin parted the front of Eun Seol-rin’s top, reached inside, and grasped her pale breast, lightly twisting the nipple. His other hand groped her thigh.

Seol-rin entrusted her body to him. Yu-jin stroked the black bush surrounding her flower, then began to toy with the petals with his fingers.

“Hnnngh!”

Eun Seol-rin let out a loud, lustful cry. Looking at her, Yu-jin spoke.

“The attack on the Blood Wolf Society will end soon. Of course, my father will be after you, but he can’t move directly. The head of the True Dragon Sword Clan cannot act recklessly. And honestly, he went too far.”

Asking for help from the powers of other provinces was one thing, but the local hegemons did not welcome it and sent letters of protest to the True Dragon Sword Clan.

Individually, they were no match for the True Dragon Sword Clan, but it was a different story when they were united. Thus, the clan head, Kang Yu-hyeon, grit his teeth and accepted their demands.

At Yu-jin’s words, Eun Seol-rin briefly regained her senses and looked at him.

“Let me ask you one thing, Yu-jin. Why did you frame me and drive my brothers to their deaths?”

Apart from her feelings for Yu-jin, the sorrow she felt for her brothers’ deaths remained, so she had to ask.

“Would it be enough to say it was for my own survival? I can’t bring back the dead, but I will help you rebuild the Blood Wolf Society in the future.”

Seol-rin nodded at his words and kissed him. Yu-jin pulled her close and once again plunged his member inside her.

The two made love. But Yu-jin wore a cold expression as he glared in the direction of the clan head’s residence.

*Things have moved faster than I expected, but I’ve achieved everything I wanted. I will never stand by and watch everything go your way, Father.*

Originally, he had taken everything that should have belonged to his younger brother, Kang Yong-hoon. As a result, he had effectively become the protagonist.

And that had been made clear by his father’s pronouncement regarding the successor.

It meant that he himself had become his father’s target.

To survive from now on, he needed not only martial arts but also a power base to rival his father’s.

The King of Assassins, Eun Seol-rin, was only the beginning.