Chapter 57 – Mad Demonic King (7)

Yu-jin could see that the Mad Demonic King’s eyes were clear, unlike before.

Cough!

The inside of Yu-jin’s body was as much of a wreck as the Mad Demonic King’s, but for some reason, he felt compelled to approach him. Yu-jin managed to move his body and draw near.

“I was lost in delusion and illusion, drunk on revenge… but… I have no regrets…”

The Mad Demonic King spoke in a serene voice. However, as he spoke, dark red blood burst from his mouth with a cough, proving that his death was imminent.

“I do not regret killing so many people… I have no regrets, but I know there is no longer a need for this meaningless slaughter. Now that my revenge is complete, there is no meaning in living any longer… So… I wanted… to say… thank you… For stopping me… Now… I think… I can face… my family… the villagers… with a smile…”

The Mad Demonic King’s words grew more and more fragmented.

Yu-jin asked hurriedly.

“What is your name…?”

“I am… already… a dead… man. What use… is there… in knowing… a dead… man’s… name. But before I die… let me say… one thing… Beware… the Heavenly… Demon…”

With those final words, the Mad Demonic King turned to ash and vanished completely. Yu-jin watched him with a bitter expression, then opened his mouth.

“If there is a next life, I hope you find happiness…”

Thud!

Unable to bear the pain any longer, Yu-jin lost consciousness and collapsed.

* * *

A wave of pleasure washed over his body, and Yu-jin’s eyes fluttered open.

‘Am I… alive…?’

The last thing he remembered was the feeling of his consciousness fading amidst the agony of his body breaking apart. It wouldn’t have been an exaggeration to say he had died, his internal injuries were so severe, yet here he was, alive. Moreover, his injuries had surprisingly healed a great deal.

‘I’m a tough one to kill.’

Yu-jin marveled at his own tenacity. But his admiration was short-lived. Feeling a warm sensation on his member, Yu-jin strenuously turned his head to look down. There, he saw Na Ye-jin licking him.

“Hah… hah…”

She took his member into her mouth, her head moving back and forth, deep enough for the tip to touch the back of her throat.

It was clearly strenuous, but Ye-jin didn’t stop her rhythmic movements. Her beautiful, well-proportioned body writhed as she skillfully stimulated him with her lips and tongue.

Her body was already a mess, covered in milky white fluid. Only then did Yu-jin realize she had pounced on him to save him(!).

‘So this is the Yin-Yang Lust Arts? To heal such life-threatening injuries so quickly.’

Yu-jin nodded, impressed by the power of the Yin-Yang Lust Arts. As if sensing his reaction, Na Ye-jin pulled her mouth away from his member.

“Do you have any idea how worried I was, Yu-jin? I really thought… you were going to die…”

“As if I’d die and leave you behind. And thank you for saving me, Ye-jin.”

Yu-jin slowly reached out and caressed Na Ye-jin’s soft cheek. Then, he slowly sat up.

His body wasn’t yet in a state to use his martial arts, but he was well enough for daily activities and making love.

Yu-jin moved to embrace the naked Ye-jin, who was sitting up. But Na Ye-jin pushed his hands away and spoke.

“I have no strength left. Do you know how long I’ve been taking you in to heal your body? Three whole days. After holding you for three days, I’m completely exhausted. So, I’ve prepared a gift for you in the next room. Use it to satisfy your desires.”

Yu-jin was startled by her words. He couldn’t believe he had been unconscious for three whole days. He leaned in and kissed the lips of the utterly exhausted Ye-jin.

This, at least, Ye-jin did not refuse, sharing a deep kiss with Yu-jin. Their tongues intertwined, saliva mixing. They kissed until their faces flushed red, breathless.

“Well then, you should get going…”

With those words, the exhausted Ye-jin collapsed and fell asleep. Yu-jin covered her body with a blanket and left the room.

‘A gift in the next room? What could she have prepared?’

His curiosity piqued, Yu-jin opened the door to the next room and couldn’t hide his surprise.

“I’m grateful, but this is a bit shocking.”

Inside the room stood Jo Hye-jin and Lee Hwi-yeon, their entire bodies bound by ropes in lewd poses.

It was a masterpiece Na Ye-jin had created just before Yu-jin woke up. Normally, when one is consumed by the Yin-Yang Lust Arts, they don’t mind their man touching other women.

But even the great Yu-jin was flustered, never having expected Na Ye-jin to create such a work of art.

“D-don’t look!”

Jo Hye-jin and Lee Hwi-yeon spoke in small voices. They had never imagined they would suffer such a fate at the hands of Na Ye-jin, whom they had trusted.

Na Ye-jin had called them aside, saying she had something to discuss about Yu-jin, then swiftly subdued them with a strike to their pressure points.

Though Jo Hye-jin’s martial arts were formidable, she was at least two levels beneath Na Ye-jin, so the two of them were overpowered without putting up any real resistance.

And then Na Ye-jin had forced the two subdued women into lewd poses and bound their bodies with ropes.

“My beloved has prepared such a thoughtful gift. I can’t possibly refuse to enjoy it.”

“Wh-what are you going to do?”

Lee Hwi-yeon felt a chill run down her spine and screamed.

“You ask the obvious, Lady Hwi-yeon. How can I not indulge when you are both seducing me in such lewd positions?”

The two had made love with Yu-jin when his power was diminished, so they weren’t yet fully consumed by the Yin-Yang Lust Arts. Of course, Yu-jin was finding great pleasure in that very fact.

“Don’t do it. P-please, just don’t do it anymore.”

They tried to resist, but their bodies, with their pressure points sealed, were completely powerless. Na Ye-jin’s pressure point technique was her unique art, impossible for the two women to break.

“I won’t resist, Young Master Kang. So please, I beg you, just untie these ropes before you take me.”

Jo Hye-jin pleaded desperately, as if she had given up on everything, but Yu-jin had no intention of granting her plea.

Yu-jin approached the two women and fondled their full breasts, which were taut and accentuated by the ropes.

It was a truly erotic sight, watching the voluptuous bodies of the two women bound in layers of rope.

‘I never thought I had this kind of taste. No, this is just because it’s a gift from Ye-jin. Yes, that’s all it is.’

Yu-jin deceived himself, even as he felt his heart pound with a sadistic pleasure he had never experienced before.

Yu-jin fondled their breasts, savoring the two women’s pitiful reactions. After their breasts, he moved on to their buttocks. The two women said nothing, merely lowering their flushed faces.

“Your bodies are so fine. Binding them up makes them look incredible.”

Yu-jin praised them, but the two women remained silent, their heads still bowed. However, the sight of the red ropes digging deep into their soft skin was the pinnacle of masochistic beauty, stimulating Yu-jin’s desire.

Unable to hold back any longer, Yu-jin lowered his pants and revealed his member. He then slowly brought it to Lee Hwi-yeon’s body.

Lee Hwi-yeon tried to pull her unnaturally bound body back, but there was no escaping Yu-jin.

“Your futile efforts are meaningless.”

Yu-jin said, lifting one of Lee Hwi-yeon’s legs. With her hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to entrust her body to Yu-jin’s hands.

As Yu-jin spread her legs, Hwi-yeon’s smooth thighs parted as wide as possible, exposing her beautiful petals in their entirety.

Her petals, slick with lustful juices, were engorged and parted.

“You say no, yet you’re already so wet. You’re a lewd one, Lady Hwi-yeon.”

Yu-jin pressed his swollen member against Hwi-yeon’s pink petals and thrust in hard.

“No. No! Not that… Aaaah!”

The sensation of being pierced so forcefully made Hwi-yeon’s beautiful face turn pale. Seeing her disciple being taken by force, Jo Hye-jin finally closed her eyes.

“Y-Young Master Kang… please…”

Hwi-yeon’s beautiful hair flew about as she turned her head. Her pleading voice slowly began to change into a moan of despair.

Yu-jin slowly began to move his hips. His member parted the two petals, disappearing little by little into the furrow between them until it was buried to the hilt.

“Such a magnificent body.”

Yu-jin said, fondling her breasts, which bulged from the ropes binding her top and bottom. With each touch, the inside of Hwi-yeon’s petals twitched in response, delighting Yu-jin even more.

“Haang! Haaang!”

With every thrust, Hwi-yeon couldn’t hold back her moans of pleasure, her hips moving up and down violently.

No matter how much she wanted to refuse mentally, she could not reject the encroaching energy of the Yin-Yang Lust Arts. Hwi-yeon’s face flushed red as she continuously let out cries and moans of pleasure.

“Excellent, Lady Hwi-yeon.”

“I-I don’t want this… I really don’t… but it feels… it feels…”

Each time his member stirred the depths of her body, Hwi-yeon felt a pleasure so intense it made her mind go blank. To send her over the edge, Yu-jin thrust his hips relentlessly.

Unable to endure any longer, Hwi-yeon’s naked, tightly bound body trembled as she let out a scream-like cry of ecstasy.

A transparent fluid gushed from her petals like a flood, and at almost the same time, Yu-jin’s milky white fluid entered deep inside Hwi-yeon’s body.

“Hah… hah…”

Unlike the utterly exhausted Hwi-yeon, Yu-jin felt his body healing even further. He pulled out his member and gazed at Hwi-yeon’s petals, ravaged by his assault.

Her petals were smeared with white fluid. Through the wide-open hole, her crimson inner flesh was visible, writhing lewdly as if it were alive.

“Who needs medicine to heal internal injuries?”

To him, women were the ultimate elixir, the medicine that healed his wounds. Cheonmuja had set up formations and grand techniques to prevent anyone from taking the Primordial Chaos Divine Arts.

To break through Cheonmuja’s traps, he needed to recover his body as quickly as possible. No, more than that, he had to recover his body, if only to surpass Cheonmuja’s final arrangement.

“Now then, shall we begin?”