Peng Yuwol
When Peng Yuwol was a child, she saw with her own eyes the members of her clan making love.
“Ah ah, Young Master! Harder, harder!”
At first, she thought her mother was ill—panting like that against her father. She assumed it was some treatment for an illness and felt sorry for her dying mother.
“Mom, why is Dad trying to kill you?”
“W-what are you talking about?”
“But last night you said I was going to die…”
“That’s different. It may be a bit early, but soon you’ll come of age. I’ll explain.”
Peng Yuwol was taught about sex.
“You must devote yourself entirely to the husband whose body you have given. That is the mindset a woman of this clan must have.”
Though the daughter of a martial family, Peng Yuwol had long been expected to marry into another powerful house or the child of a noble, so she learned not martial arts but the etiquette a lady must observe.
“Your body belongs to your husband for life.”
That was what she learned—and then she welcomed her husband. Chu Sogwang was a filthy, repulsive man who tried to force himself on her, using his martial power to grope her.
He must die.
He must—but…
“Ung, haahng, hrrng…!”
No matter how hard Peng Yuwol tried to stifle her cries, she couldn’t. The member thrusting into her was so enormous it defied description.
“A man’s thing is like a finger! At most it’s like a sheath!”
She would scold her servant the moment she got free. What finger? What sheath? It was more like a club—or even worse, a burning iron rod. Hot as if set aflame, it jabbed roughly into her and scraped her insides on the way out.
“Ahhaak!”
Every time the curved tip gouged her, she screamed. This couldn’t be the effect of aphrodisiac alone—she knew that herself.
“Haah, haah.”
From the rough sounds of his breath, she realized she had already come many times. Even after she expelled the evidence of him from within, he didn’t withdraw.
They say a man’s vigor subsides after he climaxes, but his only hardened further.
“Hrrng, ugh, tastes good. A body I want all to myself forever.”
His filthy words squeezed her even tighter. Had anyone ever desired her so fervently? She, who was nothing but a screen wall within her clan, sold for her lord’s sake—had any man ever proven himself to her like this?
“No, Yewol! He’s a cultivator of martial power! He beat you from behind, bound you by force!”
Clinging to herself, Peng Yuwol ground her teeth. Her jaw trembled with the rising climax, and each time she moaned he plunged in more forcefully.
As if he were a true master of his clan.
“Huh?”
Creak, creak-creak.
The thrusts into her followed a rhythm. He simulated bold jabs with variation, then relentlessly drove in and out—movements uncannily like the martial art of the Peng family.
“Impossible.”
It had to be her imagination. A man wielding martial art through his member—using combat principles on a woman’s body—was an insult to martial arts itself, an abomination.
Yet—
“Ah, haang, haa….”
Even though she hated the thought, it felt good. The unknown sensations swelling within awoke something in her, and Peng Yuwol, before a warrior, became a woman.
“There’s no going back now.”
She admitted her defeat deep inside. It was the aphrodisiac. It was all his sorcery and martial power.
“Ah, aahng, haaahng!!”
She murmured it to herself. Even after he released her blood lock and bindings, she remained tied to the frame, reveling in the pleasure of their union.
Ting.
A bird’s song echoed in the warehouse. The air was thick with their scent, and I, released from the stocks, brushed my hand over Peng Yuwol’s soft naked body as she lay on the futon.
“Keh.”
Her vulva was swollen red. Whoever did this to a virgin—what a cruel devil.
“She started moving her hips herself halfway through.”
When I felt she’d dropped enough into pleasure, I released the blood lock to change position from the frame to missionary. Then I untied her irons and bonds—and she wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me close.
“If my Body Remodeling Disguise had held…”
Her limbs squeezing my qi channels prompted me to thrust harder. Peng Yuwol, on the brink of climax again, stuck out her tongue and fainted—and only after I finished inside her three times did she let me go.
“If I’d done more, she might’ve died.”
I could have gone on, but overindulgence ruins the body. There will be other times. I sat beside Peng Yuwol, lit a cigarette, and waited for her to regain her senses.
“She really is something.”
Her womb is remarkable, but as a martial artist she has the potential to rival the world’s elite. If I untangle the blocked meridians in her pelvis, she could become first-rate within a year.
“Pelvis…ah.”
Another revelation struck me. Now I understood why Peng Yuwol achieved fame only after growing older.
“A pregnant woman’s body and channels shift at birth.”
Without proper postpartum care, a cultivator’s growth stalls or they must rebuild inner strength. But for Peng Yuwol, childbirth is another opportunity.
“No wonder she was desperate to get pregnant.”
Her body instinctively knew she must carry his seed to advance beyond this level. Using her thighs wrapped around me, I adjusted my scattered qi channels and tapped her breasts to wake her.
“We’re here….”
“Are you awake?”
“Ah….”
Peng Yuwol frowned at me, but when she saw my still-firm lower body, her strength drained away. How easy she is to read. I rose beside her.
“Put your clothes on.”
I fetched a bolt of cloth from the warehouse and threw it to her. Naked and disheveled, Peng Yuwol glared at me, then snatched up the fabric.
“And who are you?”
“Who am I? Shouldn’t you call me ‘Your Young Master’? Hmm, but ‘you’ isn’t so bad either.”
“Ugh….”
Her face reddened as she dressed. I had already washed her undergarments in the river; her outer robe was far finer than the torn one she’d worn.
Her sweat-damp body was clean now. The only trace left on her was my semen still in her womb.
“Today marks the start of a century-long bond. Do you like it?”
“.......”
If only our first time hadn’t been drugged, Peng Yuwol might have been far more compliant. Her flushed cheeks were not shame but marks of pleasure.
“All right. Here.”
I knelt with a thin jade ring from my chest and held it before her. Peng Yuwol’s eyes opened wide at my kneeling.
“Peng Yuwol. Hand.”
“........”
After hesitating, she offered her right hand. I took her left and set her fingers straight.
“Bear my child.”
“You want me to bear the child of a martial-power wielder?”
Damn it.
Chu Sogwang, you bastard. If you’d only demanded it without martial power, I could’ve dismissed it as mere desire—but now with power involved, there’s no escape.
I needed an excuse—right now.
“Martial power? Ha ha. It’s not martial power. It’s our clan’s poison-art.”
“Then what’s that demonic energy?”
“You’re mistaken. Did I scare you too much? Heh heh. If so, sorry. I just wanted my first time with my woman to be special.”
“Insane….”
She verbally despised me, but Peng Yuwol’s hostility waned. She glared at me like garbage, but things were clearly different.
“How could you do that to a woman….”
Her eyes flicked down to my lower body repeatedly. There was no hatred of a man who assaulted her by force.
“It’s nothing.”
Despite what was tantamount to date-rape, Peng Yuwol was enthralled by my member.
“One question.”
“Next time, don’t ask—just say it.”
“Did you want to hold me so much you’d go this far?”
“.......”
I stubbed out my cigarette and rose. If I asked Chu Sogwang, that’d be the obvious answer.
“Let’s go home. Button up.”
My reply came with my back. If the answer needs no words, I needn’t speak it.
Step, step, step.
On the third step, I felt Peng Yuwol following me. Perhaps still reeling from her first experience, she limped painfully.
“Take my arm.”
“Ugh.”
“Do you think you’ll get home before you fall if you walk like that?”
“Home…ah, my elixir case!”
As Peng Yuwol tried to grab my arm, she cried out.
“Where’s my elixir case? Look at me…! My elixir case!!”
“Here.”
I slipped my hand between her breasts as if retrieving something. Of course I held her elixir case: a taiji-shaped vial glowing with azure energy.
“Would I leave something to give to my elders in a place where thieves might steal it?”
I pocketed the case.
“A celebration now that you’re my woman. Tomorrow, I’ll have Peng family warriors prepare your trousseau.”
“Th-that can’t be?”
“Peng Yuwol.”
I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew her close. She recoiled, clearly disgusted, but flinched at my lower body pressing her abdomen, her eyes flicking to mine.
“I keep my promises. Do you?”
“.......”
Peng Yuwol watched me, silent—but her hesitant gaze answered clearly. She needed time to process this tangled situation.
“Think it over. Let’s go.”
“Yes…ugh, wait.”
She slipped from my grasp, bowed her head, and pointed to the riverbank.
“Wait…!”
“All right. Go on.”
Peng Yuwol darted toward the river. The lingering scent of me made my lips curl.
“We’ll continue when we get back.”
Splash, creak.
“Hrrng….“
Peng Yuwol sank to her haunches by the river, wetting her hand in the water and sliding it into her underwear to cleanse herself.
“Uuugh… it keeps leaking out.”
Her hand came away slick with his sticky evidence. The tangy smell—and the heat still inside her—made her shiver. If she walked back like this, her undergarments would be sodden with semen.
“.......”
Creak. She inserted two delicate fingers and gauged its size from memory.
“Not…enough?”
Carefully, she added another finger. Only when she pressed index through ring finger together did it come close to the size of his member.
“How… could something that huge go in me?”
Her face burning, Peng Yuwol could say nothing.
“…I guess we’ll keep doing this from now on?”
There’s no turning back. A man once accepted by the body must become her husband. Peng Yuwol had learned that; it was her duty. A woman’s role is to her man’s pleasure—her fate.
“.......”
In the throes of climax, still joined to him, Peng Yuwol dreamed. She wielded the Peng family sword, repelling cultists with Five Tigers Sever the Gate Saber techniques—an epic heroine.
“…pfft.”
Had she been that master, none of this would have happened. She wouldn’t have been blindsided, bound, and violated as a virgin.
“That man has vile tastes…hah. Do I really have to keep going like this? …Not entirely bad. But next time, rougher…hah.”
Peng Yuwol washed her hand and rose. Unable to flush all of him out, she pressed her wet fingers to her lips.
“…Wait, am I…?”
Creak.
“Could it be…?”
Peng Yuwol once more felt his presence inside her.