65. The Shard of Musin (3)

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In conclusion, we killed all the soldiers. Not a single one was left alive.

“How was that? I did well, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, you did.”

The problem is that Han Su-ji was the one who did all the killing.

She went on a rampage, killing everyone in sight. The fortress was turned into a bloodbath.

Originally, in history, only a few would have been killed, and the Goryeo army would have been inspired to capture the fortress.

But now, Han Su-ji and I, the Chul-ja-mae, had turned the fortress into a slaughterhouse and returned to the main camp to report to Yoon-sul.

“So, you two killed them all.”

“Yes.”

“There were over a thousand Jurchen soldiers. You killed all of them?”

“Did any escape?”

“Not a single Jurchen was seen. They were preparing to attack if any escaped, but none did.”

“It seems all were eliminated.”

This is inexcusable. These fools are all dead. But I’ve been curious about something for a while now.

“Hahaha! Chul-ja-mae, you’ve done great work.”

Why is Yoon-sul a woman? And younger than expected?

[Note: This is a fragment of memory, not the actual Yoon Gwan, but a fictional character named Yoon-sul.]

“Oh?”

[More accurately, Musin’s memory shard is connected to the high-level master’s mind. Originally, Musin was older during the Balhae campaigns, but the Chul-ja-mae are set to be much younger in appearance.]

“So, does that mean my preferences influenced this?”

“Perhaps.”

Indeed, the female warriors are dressed in revealing outfits, typical of Korean-style armor, with only the essential parts covered. It’s reminiscent of female characters from the Three Kingdoms.

Should I take advantage of this?

“Anyway, your blood-soaked appearance is impressive. But I can’t fully trust it. There might be hidden troops, so I’ll send scouts to confirm. There could be more soldiers hiding.”

“Yes, General.”

“Once confirmed, we’ll divide our forces and attack Iwido.”

He doesn’t trust us.

“Yes, General.”

Han Su-ji and I left, leaving Yoon-sul deep in thought.

“Is this going to follow the original history?”

“No?”

Clearly, it’s not. Even if I don’t know the original history as the former Demon King, I’ve lived for decades and respect Yoon Gwan. But this Yoon-sul is just a fictional character in Yoon Gwan’s position.

So, the flow of history is similar, but the names and characters are different.

“What should we do?”

“I have an idea.”

“How?”

“We’ll go with the flow for now.”

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Following history, the Goryeo army achieved a great victory and captured the fortress, killing thousands of Jurchen soldiers and destroying hundreds of villages.

Han Su-ji and I were responsible for a significant portion of the carnage.

Yoon-sul’s army was thriving thanks to our efforts.

“Hahaha! Chul-ja-mae, you’ve worked hard. Now, we should establish the nine forts and retreat.”

What? Retreat? That’s not right. I want to escape this shard as soon as possible.

“We can’t. We must see this through. Let’s finish this.”

If we stop here, I might end up repeating this like I’ve done hundreds of times before. I can’t let that happen. I need to see this through.

Yoon-sul looked at me with a pained expression, rubbing his temples.

“Listen, Chul-ja-mae.”

“Yes.”

“Goryeo’s population is less than 4 million. We’ve brought 170,000 elite troops, all of them. If we cross the Amrok River, we’ll face the Jurchen in an all-out war. Supply lines will be difficult to maintain, and provisions from the homeland will be scarce. Your plan assumes minimal casualties and uninterrupted victories.”

“Yes.”

Let it go in one ear and out the other. That’s what you do with orders from fools.

“So, you’re saying you want to go all the way to Wanju and destroy it?”

“Yes.”

“Wanju is far to the north. Are you serious?”

“Yes, General. We’ll take care of it. You just deal with the remnants and plant the flag.”

That’s the plan. Han Su-ji and I, the Chul-ja-mae, will sweep through and eliminate everything. That will be the end of this shard.

“But that’s impossible. If we fail, I’ll lose my head. Not just me, but you as well. Do you think 170,000 soldiers are nothing?”

Considering the number of people I’ve killed, 170,000 is nothing.

“Please, let’s not. I have a better idea.”

My only convincing method is the one I possess.

“General, may I have a word with you in private?”

Yoon-sul nodded and waved his hand.

“Everyone, leave us.”

“Su-ji, you too.”

“Alright, I’ll leave.”

Once everyone was gone, only Yoon-sul and I remained.

“General, please reconsider. Let us handle this.”

“No, you’re just a low-ranking officer. How dare you disobey orders? Do you know the consequences of insubordination?”

I know well. That’s why I’m asking for permission.

“So, you’re asking for permission. What do you plan to do?”

“Well, considering how far we’ve come, I thought you might need some relief.”

It’s a battlefield, after all. He must be pent up.

“What are you doing? Why are you taking off your armor?”

For a thick, juicy fuck, of course.

“You should take yours off too, General.”

“Wait, I’m not into women!”

Yoon-sul’s face turned red as he covered himself.

He’s just a weak woman masquerading as a general. No wonder he’d be easy prey for any wolf.

“I’ll take care of it. Let’s do it properly. I’ll make you feel good. Let’s remove your insignia and make you human again.”

“You dare defy me? Ughhh!”

Yoon-sul was powerless against me. As soon as he removed his armor, his muscular body was fully exposed, a perfect MILF.

Even though he’s just a character in this shard, my mental resonance should be enough to make him respond to my advances.

“Enjoy your meal.”

“You crazy bastard!”

“Bastard? I’m a woman.”

All the women I’ve encountered have been turned into lesbians. You’re no exception.

I initiated a mutiny, taking advantage of my low rank to dominate the supreme commander.

Yoon-sul’s untouched pink pussy was adorable. It was tightly closed, showing no signs of penetration.

“Ugh! Stop! This is wrong!”

“How does it feel? Does it feel good to serve your superior like this?”

“It’s… it’s good…”

She’s moaning, which means she’s enjoying it.

“Stop! This is wrong! Hiiing!”

“Why? You’re responding well. Should I make it even better?”

“No! Don’t! Haaa!”

Two hours passed. Yoon-sul reached climax multiple times, but I intentionally kept her on edge, giving her ambiguous pleasure.

This is possible because I possess god-like fingering skills that can turn any woman into a submissive bitch.

“Remember what I said? When you feel good, what do you say?”

“P-please fuck me! Please!”

The once-proud general was now begging like a submissive woman. It’s a lovely reaction, but I need to torment her more to get what I want.

I licked Yoon-sul’s neck and whispered in her ear.

“What will you do? Will you follow my orders? If you do, I’ll make you feel even better. I’ll make you human again.”

“D-do as you wish! I’ll do anything! Just let me come!”

“Heh, you value your pleasure over the lives of tens of thousands? As a general, you’re a failure. But as a hedonist, you’re perfect. Very well, as you wish.”

I stimulated her clitoris and the inside of her vagina simultaneously, teasing the shallow, bumpy areas just enough to keep her on edge.

“Tchik-tchik-tchik! Pshuuuu!”

“Hiiing! Fuck me!♥”

“Pshuu! Pshuu!”

“Our general is quite the expert at water attacks.”

Yoon-sul had become a submissive woman, obeying my every command.