Peng Yuwol
Neither Body Remodeling Disguise nor Seobhon Technique (Soul Seizing Technique) nor any disguise by donning an Inpimyeon-gu mask can fool the eyes of family.
‘The Demonic Sect doesn’t observe for years when disguising people for nothing.’
Simply borrowing someone’s appearance for a moment can never perfectly mimic everything about them. Just as I’m not Chu Sogwang but Baek Seonggi, even if I can change my body to resemble nine-tenths of Sogwang’s form, I cannot deceive everyone completely.
‘Does Father really think he wouldn’t recognize Chu Sogwang?’
No matter how poor his eyesight, the Bureau Chief would surely know his own son. He would know Chu Sogwang is Chu Sogwang… After all, he forced a marriage contract with the Peng daughter under the pretext of the Cheonhwan Pill.
‘He must know I’m less useful than a loach, so there’s no way Chu Sogwang subdued Peng Yuwol downstairs and made her obedient. I’d be suspicious too.’
It would be strange not to suspect something.
He’d surely mention childhood memories or secrets only a father and son would know, and if things went wrong, a situation arranged for amusement could easily turn bloody.
“Hmm…”
“Is something the matter… my lord?”
Peng Yuwol lifted her hand onto my thigh, her face full of worry. Thanks to the passionate love I’ve lavished on her night after night these past days, she’s become completely dependent on me.
“It’s nothing.”
“Nothing? You seemed unfocused, different from usual.”
“Hmm? Heh heh, have you already learned to tell whether a man is focused or lost in thought?”
“…Really, must you embarrass a girl like that?”
Peng Yuwol has become the perfect woman.
Her masochistic nature played a considerable part in her subjugation, but as a martial scion of the Peng Clan, she favored bold, unreserved pleasures—while hiding behind the very art of speech that makes her the embodiment of femininity.
“At last… we shall meet your father.”
“Come to think of it, is this your first meeting?”
“First…? No, I have met him once. Your father personally came to the Peng estate to negotiate… Have you forgotten?”
“……”
A cold sweat broke out along my spine.
“Did I? I’ve been lost in happy dreams lately. I must have mixed things up.”
“Is that… so?”
I didn’t want her to think I could possibly be ignorant, and Peng Yuwol, ever perceptive, watched for any slip revealing Chu Sogwang instead of me.
“My lord…?”
“The air is cold. We must warm the night.”
I pounced on Peng Yuwol from above. She screamed in feigned surprise before welcoming me as if it were second nature.
“Heh heh, my lord appears heavy but feels surprisingly light.”
“A man only needs to be heavy in one place.”
“Your pride is impressive… ah, ah.”
I thrust my member into Peng Yuwol. She now stretches down to grip my legs herself, fully accustomed to intercourse. She no longer hesitates in this physical dialogue with me.
“My lord, my breasts… my breasts…”
“Didn’t you dislike breast-sucking?”
“You enjoy it…”
I buried my face in her bosom at once.
Supporting her breasts from below with my arms, the sensation was so exquisite I half-joked I’d travel the world carrying just Peng Yuwol’s breasts. They were large and beautiful beyond measure.
‘Come to think of it, I tucked in there the first time I held her too.’
I’ve encountered many ample women in my life, some I ravaged in the Blood Cult’s service, but even compared to all future women, Peng Yuwol’s breasts could be called the world’s greatest.
“Ah, haa… if you tease me so much…”
“I love it. These are breasts I could rest against forever.”
“Do you truly love them so? I find them awkward when performing techniques…”
“No. Your breasts are the symbol of your strength. How can you wield your art boldly and unreservedly worrying about bouncing breasts?”
I flicked her hardened nipple with my tongue. Peng Yuwol sighed, wrapping her legs around my waist. My qi-forged body pressed her thighs so tightly that my seed could not escape once released inside her.
“I thought you’d teach me the way of love, my lord, but I didn’t expect you’d teach me martial arts too.”
“Is that so? Heh heh. You should be proud of your breasts. If anyone criticizes them when you perform techniques, strike their head with them. There is no being in the world with a prettier bosom than yours.”
For now. I licked and nibbled her as from the mouth as one would a babe, stimulating desire. Though her breasts aren’t erogenous zones per se, I fully awakened Peng Yuwol’s potential as a mother.
Motherhood.
Peng Yuwol will be a fine mother.
So I hesitated not at all to pour my affection inside her. Even if this act leads to her bearing my child, she will raise it with love.
‘But I need to create the right circumstances for that.’
The plan is all laid out. I only need to execute it.
“Haaah! My lord, press me down more!”
“Heh heh, very well. Feel the power of my new secret martial art, the Cross-breeding Heaven-root Thrust.”
Like a boar rutting a sow, I pressed my body close atop Peng Yuwol and thrust my hips.
“Yes, ooh—hah! J-just right! Harder! Ahah—harder, crush me more!!”
Let it all go. I filled her until my testicles were empty, again and again.
Smack!
The sound of a slap filled the manor.
Everyone in the estate froze in shock and horror; the middle-aged man who’d been struck bowed his head in silence. His rough beard made him look almost like Peng Yuwol.
“You insolent bastard, Peng Iseon!”
The white-haired patriarch’s ugly visage showed he was far from appeased by a single strike; he lifted his leg and kicked Peng Iseon in the shin.
“Ugh…!”
Though Peng Iseon had far more internal power, the kick from one once ranked among the top martial masters in the land stung so little that his eyes watered at the indignity.
“Brother…!”
“Don’t call me brother! I’m not worthy of the name!”
Peng Iwang of Hebei Peng.
As head of the Peng Clan, he had fallen ill and lay crippled, but the Cheonhwan Pill revived him.
Though emaciated and far weaker—reduced to a second-rate warrior—his survival bolstered the clan’s spirit.
“I should have died! How dare you sacrifice our family to save me! Aren’t you ashamed to face Yuwol? Aren’t you her father?!”
“And also your brother, sir!”
“Shut your mouth, you whelp! If you were a father, you’d have protected your child first! How could you sell out your own flesh and blood to save me! The injustice… the injustice! Cough—”
Peng Iwang pounded his chest and collapsed. His hair already fully white, his coughs shook the estate’s retainers, who rushed to support him.
“Sir… the boy was prepared for this.”
“Preparedness isn’t the issue! No matter the hardship, you should have safeguarded the clan’s future!”
“…Sir, your future lies in your son and Young Bureau Chief Changdu—”
“Fool! The future of the Peng Clan is—”
Peng Iwang turned and saw his son, Changdu, watching him with complex eyes. Changdu’s grip on his wrist was white-knuckled; Peng Iwang sighed deeply and sank to the ground.
“Ah… the Peng Clan…”
Revived by the Cheonhwan Pill, Peng Iwang showed an unexpected fragility, and the Peng Clan’s prospects darkened.
“Yuwol will surely be unhappy…”
“Aaah! My lord, yes! Haaah!!”
Peng Yuwol fainted in the throes of ecstasy. I enjoyed her body from crown to soles until the arrival of the Bureau Chief of the border state, Chu Sogwang.
“Hah, hah…”
“Rest now. Tomorrow you must greet your father.”
“Yes…”
Tears streamed down Peng Yuwol’s face as she lay unconscious. The tears of pleasure soaked her bed. I wiped her with a silk cloth until she was spotless, then pressed the acupoints of her blood channel as she slept.
“……”
Peng Yuwol slept like the dead. Even a fire wouldn’t wake her unless someone shook her awake.
“Well fed.”
I smoothed her tousled hair and sat to write a note for her.
‘Having savored the world’s greatest breasts for nearly nine days straight, I cannot simply leave without payment.’
After feasting on Peng Yuwol’s body without respite, I owed her a price.
“She won’t hear this while asleep, but consider it child support.”
I imitated Chu Sogwang’s handwriting. Emotion would betray the fraud, but even a forger of emotions might be deceived by my trembling brush.
—I may die soon.
How could someone facing death write neat, steady characters? Leaving a heroic last testament doesn’t suit the base, cold, petty Chu Sogwang.
‘Might as well die in style. After all, I borrow this name at a cost.’
As martial artists leave behind manuals and men leave names, I’ll grant him honor in return for his borrowed name and body.
—Our time was short, but I was happy.
Though afraid of possible death, I summoned courage for my beloved, pretending to make a final resolve.
—In future matters, I entrust myself to the Celestial Guest.
For the sect’s lackeys who might find this and pry, I left just enough obfuscation.
Seal thud.
Chu Sogwang’s testament, complete.
‘If there’s the slightest hint of doubt, I’ll extinguish its spark.’
Worried his father would come and recognize him? Then I’d ensure we never meet again.
“Who’s there?”
I left Peng Yuwol’s room. The servants waited outside, their eyes newly filled with subtle respect.
“Allow no one inside. When she wakes, she will dress herself.”
“Her clothes… ah! Yes, my lord.”
They promptly understood my orders.
“I don’t need an escort, Young Bureau Chief.”
“No need, sir?”
“I’ll go to my room briefly.”
“My lord’s room?”
“Yes. I’ll summon a courtesan from the Red Jade Pavilion. …And allow no one into my room either. Understood?”
“Heh heh, yes.”
Putting a prospective bride to sleep before marriage and calling a courtesan for a raucous night—this epitomized Chu Sogwang’s public persona.
‘A very hot night awaits.’
I entered my room and immediately released the Body Remodeling Disguise.
How long did I sleep?
Peng Yuwol, groggy, slowly opened her eyes. The unfamiliar room was in the Chu border state’s estate, prepared for her, but it felt strange.
“Ah…”
She’d woken in a man’s room every time before. Returning to her own room felt as distant as days past—Peng Yuwol was submerged in bliss.
Discovering another side of herself, she felt like she had returned to her cultivation days.
“If one becomes a woman to reach the next realm… who would believe it?”
She sat on the bed in the posture of Breath Circulation and tried to gather her qi.
Her blocked meridians felt as if they’d been opened, and qi flowed unimpeded. She laughed in relief.
“Now I too… can become first-rate…”
“A–miss! There’s an emergency!”
No sooner had she gathered her qi than a Peng warrior burst in. Peng Yuwol half-opened her eyes and scolded him.
“Emergency? There are limits, soldier—”
“There’s fire in the pavilion! From the Young Bureau Chief’s room!”
“!!”
Peng Yuwol leapt from the bed and raced out. She vaulted over the estate’s pond, her heart sinking at the sight of flames raging in the midnight.
“Ah…?”
Roar, crackle.
The servants doused the manor with water, but it was no use.
The inferno devoured the building, barring entry, and only after sunrise did it burn half the border state to ashes.
Cough, crackle.
Without noticing her garment scorching black, Peng Yuwol stepped into the charred ruin.
“Ah, ahhh…!”
One casualty.
Inside Young Bureau Chief Chu Sogwang’s room lay a single charred corpse.
“……Huh?”
The burned remains of his loins were unnaturally small.