Chapter 11 – The Crazy Bitch is Coming (1)

It had been three weeks since the day Eun So-young decided not to resist pleasure.

Every night, I went to see Eun So-young and showed her the taste of my cock, and she didn’t refuse.

There were a few plays that I felt hesitant about, but for the most part, I convinced her with my dick.

I had become skilled at cleaning up afterwards.

I would bring replacement bedding with me when I went to see her, and after we were done, I would immediately take it and wash it, drying it like a natural flow of water.

Sex was sex, and my stamina was definitely increasing.

Except for the two hours of sleep, we would fuck all night long, so it was only natural that the results were satisfying.

Even Sabu admitted that my stamina was rapidly increasing, so there was no need to say more.

Stamina was increasing, sex was great, and now there was only one problem left.

“But didn’t you say it wasn’t like that!”

My martial arts skills weren’t improving. Specifically, my swordsmanship.

I was countering Sabu’s attacks while releasing the tension in my fingers and the wind in my hand.

Honestly, I thought I was doing well, but I couldn’t understand what Sabu’s criticism was about.

Is it like fucking around in the military? I didn’t know my fucking around was retarded until I learned it.

“Didn’t you say that the wind interrupts the opponent’s movements and restricts them, and the tension shoots out widely to force defense or counterattack!”

“…I will try again, Sabu.”

I understood the basic concept, of course. So I tried to do as he instructed.

But this was driving me fucking crazy.

Since this wasn’t always an absolute method, Sabu’s words kept changing.

As a result, after showing off my skills, Sabu would become frustrated and I would end up dropping my head.

What was even more mind-blowing was that I was still growing relatively fast.

Sabu said that my growth rate was a step or two below the top disciples of the prestigious factions.

It was just that my learning period was short, so my skills weren’t accumulating.

In the martial arts world, if you can grasp the basic meaning contained in swordsmanship and release it according to the situation, you are considered a top-notch expert.

Using the wind or the sword as a criterion for a top-notch expert is only from the perspective of stamina.

In terms of sheer strength, I was already at the top of the first-class, but in terms of finesse, I was considered second-class. It was generally believed that those with less finesse relied on things like external aids and potions due to their lack of internal strength.

It was just that my growth was happening in a distorted way.

Even Sabu, who knew all the circumstances, had expectations that were becoming increasingly unreasonable.

Anyway, Sabu, who had been pushing me hard for a while, kicked away my momentum and extended his hand to stop me.

“…Let’s take a break here. Use this time to review your finesse.”

“Yes, Sabu!”

As soon as I was granted permission to rest, I immediately lay down on the floor.

No matter how much internal strength I had, if I continued to exert my momentum and tension for a long time, I would inevitably reach my limit.

If I didn’t replenish my exhausted internal strength during the break, it would become even more difficult after the rest period ended. So, I couldn’t lie down for too long.

As I was about to get up and sit in a cross-legged position on the floor, I noticed Sabu looking intently at something in the distance.

“Sabu…?”

“…Never mind. Let’s end today’s training here. Make sure you don’t forget what I taught you today. Understood?”

“Yes, Sabu!”

What the fuck is this?

Here, there was no concept of a day off, let alone regular holidays!

Every day, from sunrise to sunset, I rolled and rolled, except for mealtime and short breaks.

Recently, as the basic characteristics of martial arts and theoretical education on techniques were almost completed, it was nothing short of hell.

It was an inevitable story that I would welcome the unexpected rest like sweet honey.

“Kid… Don’t get too excited. Make sure to rest properly during the break. You don’t need to bring anything, I’ll take care of the meals.”

“Yes!”

Sabu said that and quickly left.

From my rough estimation, it was around 11 a.m. now.

If I could skip lunch and dinner, I could have dream-like 20 hours of continuous sex.

And I didn’t even have to worry about bringing food? Was this Sabu’s reward for my hard work in mastering martial arts?

“Oh, Nam Gung-hye…”

But then I realized that there was another obstacle.

If Eun So-young and I skipped meals together or if she prepared food in advance, it would definitely raise suspicions.

It was a pity, but I decided to be satisfied with the fact that I could have sex during broad daylight.

First, I needed to recover my physical condition, so I closed my eyes and started cultivating my internal strength.

Yijaseong was performing the Gyeongsinbeop towards the red flag on the opposite mountain peak.

And it was the Nungong Heodo, also known as the Illusory Divine Technique.

Running through the air for a while, we were getting closer to our destination.

In front of Yijaseong, who had descended in front of the flag, a man knelt down on one knee.

“Elder! Have you been well during my absence?”

“How long has it been since I last saw you? What brings you here?”

The man lowered his head without saying a word.

If he knew the weight of the name “Blood Demon,” it was an obvious choice.

“Very well, what business do you have with me?”

In response to Yijaseong’s question, the man took out a small note from his pocket and presented it.

The note, with a red seal and gold lettering, indicated that every branch had put in their full effort to deliver it quickly and safely to the recipient.

It was an inevitable choice for him, the branch leader of the Haomun Four Heavenly Kings, to come all the way to this deep part of Amisan.

After reading the note and channeling my internal strength, I asked the branch leader.

“How did your disciple end up getting bitten by that crazy dog?”

“Unfortunately, it happened when he went to Anhwijeong… Didn’t Nam Gung Se-ga-ju die?”

“Hah, he came to pay his respects and immediately got a whiff and moved? And your disciple happened to be in Anhwi branch? Unlucky.”

“…”

“If you have such a good sense of smell, you should become a tracker… Anyway, is there anything else you received from your disciple?”

“I committed the sin of not being able to protect the secret even at the cost of my life…”

Yijaseong interrupted him with a click of his tongue.

“Enough of that nonsense. When do you think it will be resolved?”

“Soonest would be three days, but it would be difficult to exceed five days.”

“Understood. Then I’ll take my leave. Make sure you keep a close eye on your disciples if you don’t want them to get bitten by crazy dogs.”

After briefly finishing his business, Yijaseong turned around, but the branch leader grabbed him.

“Elder… What if that person threatens the existence of the main branch? What will you do?”

“That won’t happen. Don’t worry unnecessarily. That guy can never eliminate Haomun, nor will he.”

“I apologize, but I don’t understand what you mean…”

“You’ll hear the details from your disciple. I’m busy trying to resolve it within three days. See you next time.”

Yijaseong leaped into the air and disappeared, just as he had arrived.

The Haomun Four Heavenly Kings branch leader couldn’t help but wonder what evidence the Blood Demon had to guarantee that the Martial Arts Alliance would not eliminate Haomun.

Nam Gung Hye finished tidying up the kitchen after covering the remaining food with a cloth.

“There, all done!”

Nam Gung Hye muttered to herself. She had never felt so lonely in all her life, having been born and raised in seclusion, thanks to Nam Gung Se-ga-ju’s prohibition leaf.

Someone was always there to protect her in her secluded life, so she never knew what it was like to be alone, let alone imprisoned.

“Now, should I do some laundry…?”

Unlike the mysterious martial artist, Kang Yoon, who mostly received beatings, Gang Yoon’s clothes tended to get dirty quickly.

Thanks to that, there was always laundry left to do, and when Nam Gung Hye had nothing else to do, she would often do laundry by the nearby stream.

“The path here is like this…”

But the route to the stream was different every time. Nam Gung Hye was preparing for her escape in her own way.

She may not have been subjected to severe mistreatment, but she knew that being confined itself was an abnormal situation.

Even if it meant familiarizing herself with the surroundings and learning the geography by exploring the area, it might be helpful in finding an escape route.

Especially since she could catch a glimpse of her mother’s house from a distance on this path, it was comforting.

“Will my mother come out today too?”

The martial artist had forbidden her from meeting her mother, but she would pass by the house where her mother was, albeit briefly.

This time, the path she was taking was a little closer, but she reassured herself that it would surely be fine and carried the laundry slowly and cautiously.

Then, a strong gust of wind blew.

Holding onto the laundry so it wouldn’t fly away, Nam Gung Hye let out a relieved sigh after the wind passed and tried to continue walking.

But at that moment, she heard a voice pulling at her ankle from the cottage.

[Haang…!]

“Mother’s voice!?”

It seemed like the voice of her mother, Eon So Young.

As the distance had become closer, it was possible to hear the voice, but that wasn’t the most important thing.

“Why is my mother… could it be?”

[Ha-yuk…!]

Hearing the voice groaning in pain, Nam Gung Hye suddenly remembered the damp, sweat-soaked blanket that Kang Yoon had brought in a while ago.

“Is my mother… in a lot of pain?”

It had been several days since she had been imprisoned.

No one could guarantee the condition of Eon So Young’s body, which had been weakened for almost a month.

She had been complacent, thinking that she was receiving updates about her mother’s well-being from Kang Yoon every day.

“How could I be so foolish? I know who that person is!”

At first, she was captured along with Kang Yoon, but the guilt of abandoning her mother, trusting a stranger with her life, weighed heavily on her.

Nam Gung Hye immediately dropped the laundry carelessly and, holding her breath, stealthily approached the cottage.

“Kang So-hyeop will be at his own house. It seems like the old man is on leave.”

As long as she stayed quiet, there wouldn’t be any problems. The window happened to be open, so she thought she could see inside from there.

At that moment, her mother’s voice resurfaced once again.

[Sang-go-ong…♥]

Nam Gung Hye’s heart ached at the sight of her mother, who was usually gentle but now in such agony that she longed for her father.