36.Martial Arts Appearance

Unfortunately, poison doesn’t work on Yu-eun, who’s blatantly favored by the system.

Even if it did work, he has so much mana that the time it takes to naturally dissipate would be incredibly long, and of course, dealing with Hwa-wol in the meantime would be a piece of cake.

 

Tak.

 

 

Seo-hyun slammed her glass down roughly and abruptly reached out towards Hwa-wol.

Her target was Hwa-wol’s hair.

 

Even if Yu-eun didn’t actually suffer any harm, the mere attempt to cause harm was already a crime punishable by death.

Since Hwa-wol is a pretty woman, she gets the eternal cum receptacle sentence.

 

 

Having reached that conclusion, Seo-hyun unhesitatingly grabbed Hwa-wol’s hair.

 

 

“?!”

“Are you fucking crazy?”

 

As she yanked her head towards herself, Hwa-wol’s voluptuous body fell onto Yu-eun’s lap where she was sitting.

 

“Kyaa!!”

“Oops.”

 

Feeling the squishy sensation, Yu-eun chuckled and put down his glass.

He was going to bang her anyway, but if she provided the justification like this, wouldn’t he be able to get even more deliciously drunk?

That little bit of poison was nothing to him.

 

 

 

 

“Wh-what are you doing…!”

 

Hwa-wol, her hair still in Seo-hyun’s grip, belatedly expressed her anger.

But Seo-hyun didn’t give a shit about that.

Whether she was angry or not, the important thing was that she had tried to do something harmful to Yu-eun.

 

“What am I doing?”

 

 

Seo-hyun smirked and forcibly pried open Hwa-wol’s mouth, then grabbed the liquor bottle and poured it all down her throat.

It wasn’t easy to drink since she was face up with only her head tilted back.

 

The liquor trickled down.

 

 

Hwa-wol felt the rough, irritating sensation in her throat and realized something was wrong.

 

‘H-how did she know…?’

 

 

Unless she knew that the Mountain Air Poison was mixed in the liquor, there was no way she would grab her hair and force the entire bottle into her mouth as soon as she drank it, right?

She definitely knew.

 

 

“Master-nim, what should we do with this bitch?”

“Hmm~ I wonder. What should we do to her?”

“She dared to defy Master-nim, and she doesn’t seem to be good for much besides her face, so how about we make her a sex toy?”

“A sex toy, huh. Hehe.”

 

 

Yu-eun chuckled lewdly and stroked Hwa-wol’s buttocks as she lay there.

Imagining the soft skin hidden beneath the fine silk clothes, he applied a little pressure each time he felt a curve, checking every contour.

 

 

Kkyuk.

 

 

“Gasp…!”

 

 

Around that time, Hwa-wol had forcibly swallowed all the liquor.

Seo-hyun took the bottle away from her lips and casually tossed it aside.

 

 

“Cough… Kahak… I, I am…”

 

 

Hwa-wol, terrified, coughed and hurriedly continued.

 

 

“I’m the wife of the Seoan Manor Lord!! If you touch me-”

“Seoan Manor Lord? What’s that?”

“Well, probably just some local bigwig.”

 

 

Manor Lord or whatever, even if she were the wife of the Murim Alliance Leader, he wouldn’t be intimidated; he’d probably be even happier.

Not knowing that Yu-eun was an NTL enthusiast even more extreme than Cao Cao, she had said something she shouldn’t have.

 

 

“So, anyway, she’s a married woman, right?”

 

 

As expected, Yu-eun couldn’t hide the corners of his mouth turning up as he sat Hwa-wol up.

Misunderstanding this and thinking that her words had worked, Hwa-wol tried to continue speaking with renewed confidence, but….

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Seo-hyun, I’ll take the front, you take the back. I’m giving you the back virgin specially because it’s you.”

“Thank you, Master-nim.”

 

 

 

 

 

From Yu-eun and Seo-hyun’s conversation, she realized that her assumptions were wrong.

She didn’t know what it meant to give the back to a woman, nor did she want to know, but it was definitely the biggest crisis of her life.

 

“Someone!! Someone come in!! Hurry!!!!”

 

 

She called out to the people outside with a voice even louder than when she was born.

Then, the warriors who had been waiting to subdue Yu-eun and the others, who were supposed to be collapsed from the Mountain Air Poison, immediately burst into the room.

 

 

“Madam Boss?!”

 

 

Gwae-dong was there too, and he looked at Hwa-wol with a flustered expression when he saw Yu-eun and the others, who should have been listlessly collapsed, moving around just fine.

 

 

“Oh. What’s this? Warriors?”

“Save me!! Hurry!!! Kill these bastards!!!!”

“Yes?”

“Oh my. Killing is too much, Hwa-wol-jjang.”

 

 

Yu-eun grinned and hugged Hwa-wol tightly, then kneaded her buttocks like he was making rice cakes.

 

 

“Hiiiik!!”

“Master-nim!!”

 

 

Only then did the warriors grasp the situation, draw their swords, and rush in all at once.

 

But,

 

 

 

 

“Seiko, you handle them. Seo-hyun, get ready.”

“”Yes, Master-nim.””

 

 

There was no way that mere warriors from a brothel could stand against Yu-eun and the others.

 

 

 

Seo-hyun began searching for something useful to use while violating Hwa-wol, and Seiko got up from her seat to face the warriors.

 

 

“Die!!”

 

 

A fierce warrior swung his sharply honed sword.

He drooled over Seiko’s seductive appearance, but faithfully carried out his mission.

 

Or, maybe “faithfully” isn’t quite the right word.

 

 

Hwa-wol had clearly told them to kill them, but they had no intention of killing Seiko and Seo-hyun at all.

The two women were too beautiful to kill.

 

Their plan was to subdue them with minor injuries and then take turns enjoying them.

 

 

‘I’ll take over this brothel while I’m at it!’

 

 

Gwae-dong, who was the leader of these men, was thinking the same thing.

He was planning to subdue the other Madam Boss and strip her naked.

 

 

Her husband, the Seoan Manor Lord? He didn’t care. He was just a local notable anyway. He wasn’t even part of a Murim sect, just a rich guy in the neighborhood.

If that was the case, then the plan was simple.

 

He would violate Hwa-wol to his heart’s content, then force her to sign a contract and swallow Hwa-wol House whole. After that, he would register with the Demonic Murim and receive protection from a suitable sect, and then even a Manor Lord wouldn’t be able to touch him.

 

 

‘Hehe. Now my world is here!’

 

 

Gwae-dong, having finished his pleasant fantasy, stretched his hand forward and shouted.

 

“Don’t kill them! Just cut off their arms… Huh?”

 

 

Pu-hwak!

 

 

But all of that was just a delusion.

The man who had been fighting Seiko was already split in half and dead, and Gwae-dong’s arm, which he had boldly extended, was also cut off with a swish, spewing a fountain of blood.

 

 

“Wh-wha…?”

 

Then, a flashing vision.

From Seiko’s perspective, she had just casually swung the sword she had taken from the man, but in a situation where the stat difference was overwhelmingly large, her attack was a guaranteed kill.

 

In the end, Gwae-dong was split in half.

 

“Huk… Mu, mu, mu… Murim expert!!!”

 

The terrified warriors threw down their swords and surrendered, while some turned and ran away.

But Seiko had no interest in any man other than Yu-eun, so she cut off all their heads and chased down and killed those who had fled.

 

 

-Kyaaaak!!

 

The problem was that it was a hallway.

 

People were already gathering because of Hwa-wol’s screams, and with the addition of murder, the courtesans and people nearby screamed.

 

 

-Wh-what is the meaning of this!!

 

 

There must have been some martial artists among them, as the sound of weapons being drawn could be heard.

 

 

Yu-eun judged that additional orders were needed and spoke loudly.

 

 

“Seiko~! You can kill anyone who picks a fight! Except for the women.”

-Understood.

 

 

Seiko’s immediate response.

In an instant, a desperate scream erupted.

 

 

 

Waddle waddle.

 

 

 

 

By this point, Hwa-wol, realizing that this was a situation she couldn’t handle, was trembling.

 

 

“S-s-save me… Please save me….”

 

Yu-eun embraced her, who was pathetically shedding tears, with a kind smile and patted her back.

 

 

“Don’t cry, shh! This oppa will never kill a beauty. Especially if she’s married.”

 

 

At the same time, he grabbed his already swollen dick with his other hand and brought it to Hwa-wol’s crotch.

 

 

“Ah….”

 

The enormous presence felt between her thighs.

Hwa-wol could guess what was going to happen to her, but she couldn’t muster the courage to refuse.

 

 

Yu-eun noticed her apprehension and brought his mouth to her ear.

 

 

“Hwa-wol. Should I fuck you or not?”

“….”

 

 

A forced choice.

Hwa-wol, who had always thought of herself as a chaste woman, knew very well what answer she had to give here.

She had to abandon her beliefs, betray her husband, and shamelessly spread her legs in order to survive.

 

 

Droplet.

 

 

Tears welled up and fell from her eyes.

At the same time, her lips parted.

 

 

“F-fuck… me….”

“Ooh!”

 

 

Hearing her answer, Yu-eun lifted her butt slightly and aimed his glans at her underwear. And-,

 

 

“If our Hwa-wol wants to be fucked, then I have to fuck her.”

 

 

 

Pu-wook!

 

 

 

 

 

He thrust his massive dick in all the way to the root in one go.

To be accurate, it would be more accurate to say that he lowered her body.

 

 

“Cough… Keoeuk… Too… big…!”

 

 

It was the facing position, where a man and a woman sit facing each other and pat pat pat.

 

 

“Seo-hyun, are you ready?”

 

 

This was a sufficiently arousing position, but that wasn’t the end of it.

One more addition.

 

“Yes, Master-nim.”

 

 

It was Seo-hyun’s assistance.

She was sticking a flute she had found somewhere into her pussy.

 

 

“It’s a little uncomfortable because it’s straight… but I can do it.”

“Good.”

“Eh…? What…?”

 

 

Hwa-wol felt an immense sense of unease.

Yu-eun smirked and spread her buttocks to the left and right.

 

 

Although hidden by the silk clothes, her spreading buttocks were clearly visible.

 

 

“Then, excuse me.”

 

 

Seo-hyun grabbed the flute stuck in her pussy and approached Hwa-wol from behind.

 

 

“Ah… Aaaah….”

 

 

Only then did Hwa-wol realize what they were talking about.

No, in fact, she already knew.

She just didn’t want to face it.

 

 

“No… I don’t want to… Save me… I was wrong! Please save me!!”

 

She pleaded with tears streaming down her face, but it was already over.

Seo-hyun, with emotionless eyes, removed the cloth covering Hwa-wol’s buttocks and aimed the flute at the small, barely visible asshole.

 

 

“Gasp!”

 

 

 

 

Jjeu-kuk!!

 

 

 

 

 

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!!”