Chapter 40 – Do You Want to Sleep with Your Mother? (1)
Shingang.
Everyone in the Kangho Mulin region knows about the group that is often classified as the “outsiders,” but few people actually know where their headquarters are located.
This group, known as the Mingyo (Bright Teachings) to themselves and commonly referred to as the Magyo (Dark Teachings) by the Mulin, was led by a person who was also known as the Shinma (God Demon).
Some say that this person’s tongue was split into three and they had four pupils in their sharp eyes, with small holes in their fangs that could suck in the blood of their enemies.
The owner of such rumors, Shinma, furrowed his handsome face in displeasure and pronounced the four characters as if cutting them off.
“Hyeol, ma, ji, jae?”
Despite being over seventy, his face still maintained the tautness of someone in their early thirties.
But the old man in front of him bowed his head with as much respect as possible and replied, “Yes. They are called that, referring to those who caught the eye of the Hyeolma in Kangho.”
“What is that old man trying to do now? I kindly told him the location of the main branch of our religion, so shouldn’t he tell me what he plans to do?”
Kidnapping children with exceptional bone structure from Sapa and raising them was not an uncommon practice.
Children around three or four years old were usually taken because they had not yet formed their values or memories.
The problem was that they had already kidnapped young adults who had already established their values, and they hadn’t even caught them properly.
He couldn’t imagine what kind of trickery was going on.
“If he wanted to increase his power, he should have joined our religion or at least gathered the Sapa gangsters.”
Shinma imagined himself calling the Sapa faction members and shouting, “You are all my subordinates.”
If there was any resistance, he would put them to sleep with a few blows of the wind and then kill those who pretended to surrender and ran away.
Then he would choose a famous faction and attack it, burning it down and intimidating the women until they surrendered, and then he would rewrite the faction’s sign and write “Blood Demon Sect.” Ta-da! The power of the Blood Demon would be complete.
“I wonder what that person is thinking and doing.”
“…I am not unfamiliar with what you said, but shouldn’t we come up with a plan now?”
“A plan?”
“Perhaps the elder is already moving. The Blood Demon, who had been quiet, is now starting to stir up his power.”
Shinma furrowed his brow.
Chapter 40 – Do You Want to Sleep with Your Mother? (1)
Shingang.
Everyone in the Kangho Mulin region knows about the group that is often classified as the “outsiders,” but few people actually know where their headquarters are located.
This group, known as the Mingyo (Bright Teachings) to themselves and commonly referred to as the Magyo (Dark Teachings) by the Mulin, was led by a person who was also known as the Shinma (God Demon).
Some say that this person’s tongue was split into three and they had four pupils in their sharp eyes, with small holes in their fangs that could suck in the blood of their enemies.
The owner of such rumors, Shinma, furrowed his handsome face in displeasure and pronounced the four characters as if cutting them off.
“Hyeol, ma, ji, jae?”
Despite being over seventy, his face still maintained the tautness of someone in their early thirties.
But the old man in front of him bowed his head with as much respect as possible and replied, “Yes. They are called that, referring to those who caught the eye of the Hyeolma in Kangho.”
“What is that old man trying to do now? I kindly told him the location of the main branch of our religion, so shouldn’t he tell me what he plans to do?”
Kidnapping children with exceptional bone structure from Sapa and raising them was not an uncommon practice.
Children around three or four years old were usually taken because they had not yet formed their values or memories.
The problem was that they had already kidnapped young adults who had already established their values, and they hadn’t even caught them properly.
He couldn’t imagine what kind of trickery was going on.
“If he wanted to increase his power, he should have joined our religion or at least gathered the Sapa gangsters.”
Shinma imagined himself calling the Sapa faction members and shouting, “You are all my subordinates.”
If there was any resistance, he would put them to sleep with a few blows of the wind and then kill those who pretended to surrender and ran away.
Then he would choose a famous faction and attack it, burning it down and intimidating the women until they surrendered, and then he would rewrite the faction’s sign and write “Blood Demon Sect.” Ta-da! The power of the Blood Demon would be complete.
“I wonder what that person is thinking and doing.”
“…I am not unfamiliar with what you said, but shouldn’t we come up with a plan now?”
“A plan?”
“Perhaps the elder is already moving. The Blood Demon, who had been quiet, is now starting to stir up his power.”
Shinma furrowed his brow.
“That old man, what is he up to? Instead of handing over Mulin to the Blood Demon, he should let us take over.”
“That’s right.”
“I have already sent a clear signal to the head elder. I have no interest in Mulin.”
“…”
“What the hell is this Mulin anyway? Do those people even know what it is?”
As Shinma’s voice mixed with clear displeasure, the head elder immediately bowed his head.
“That Mulin… If we erase the Jingpa faction and the Gupa faction and the Odaeseoga, would that be enough?”
“…But it won’t end there.”
“Yes, even after that, it won’t be over.”
“Yeah, even in the past, there were many who wanted to put Mulin under the main religion. They trampled on the orthodox Mulin with overwhelming power. That’s how we made the world a Bright Teachings world. It lasted for decades!”
Clang.
As Shinma slammed the armrest of his chair, the head elder moved his hands gently and politely.
“So what’s left now? In the end, we were driven out of this remote place by the faction members who had been building up their power for decades! How many times do we have to repeat this!”
“…”
“Tell the head elder this. If he wants to do something about Mulin, he should either find a way to make sure that Mulin won’t collapse, at least for hundreds of years, or shut up and not waste the time of the disciples.”
“…I will do that. And what about Miss Gyeong-a?”
“If she has any complaints, tell her to come and take my place as the head of the religion.”
Even as they exchanged such harsh words, the gentle relationship between the two women was still maintained, and the head elder wondered how such a relationship was formed.
“Strong power. The strong are not always right, but the strong have the ability to clean up their own mess. That’s why you have to listen to what the strong say.”
“…Yes.”
“You are free to ignore what the head elder says, but if you want to twist my words, you need to have the power to do so.”
“Then, what about investigating what the Blood Demon is doing?”
“If you investigateChapter 40 – Do You Want to Sleep with Your Mother? (1)
Shingang.
The group known as the Mingyo, or the Magyo to the Mulin, was led by a person known as the Shinma, or God Demon. Shinma was a handsome man in his seventies, but his face still maintained the tautness of someone in their early thirties. The old man in front of him bowed his head with respect and informed him of the Hyeolma, a group that had caught the eye of the Kangho Mulin.
Shinma was displeased with the news and wondered what the old man was planning. Kidnapping children with exceptional bone structure from Sapa and raising them was not uncommon, but they had already kidnapped young adults who had already established their values. Shinma couldn’t imagine what kind of trickery was going on.
The head elder suggested coming up with a plan, as the Blood Demon, who had been quiet, was now starting to stir up his power. Shinma wondered what the old man was up to and why he was not letting them take over Mulin instead of handing it over to the Blood Demon.
Shinma slammed the armrest of his chair in frustration, and the head elder suggested investigating what the Blood Demon was doing. Shinma agreed but reminded the head elder that the strong have the ability to clean up their own mess and that they should either find a way to make sure that Mulin won’t collapse or shut up and not waste the time of the disciples.
The conversation then turned to Miss Gyeong-a, and Shinma suggested that if she had any complaints, she should come and take his place as the head of the religion. Despite their harsh words, the gentle relationship between the two women was still maintained, and the head elder wondered how such a relationship was formed.
As the conversation ended, Shinma thought about the power of the strong and how they have the ability to twist words. He instructed the head elder to investigate the Blood Demon and report back to him.
“I believe I’ll catch up to him someday, without a doubt… It’s only natural for sewage to bow down before a master. Whether that sewage becomes the sword of the nobleman Hwangbo Ungeom or the divine horse Yeonghosang, it’s all the same.”
Iljangro called himself sewage, and looking at his eyes that sparkled with ambition sent shivers down my spine.
“Hyulmaji-jae?”
What’s that? Does it mean something like “the taste approved by Hyulma”?
“Yes! Some of the top martial artists, including Kang Daehyeop, are called that!”
This young boy, who looked to be in his mid-teens, was named Dang Mu-hon.
He was the son of Baek Yeon-hwa and the younger brother of Dang Yeong, meaning he was destined to inherit the next Dangga.
After finishing a pleasant sex session with Baek Yeon-hwa, I was stopped by Dang Yeong, who had brought this kid along.
“I heard that Kang Daehyeop is an incredible master! That’s why my mother is personally receiving training from him…”
“It’s not quite like that. He just points out the shortcomings in my martial arts.”
He meant that he was receiving guidance from a master, but Baek Yeon-hwa wasn’t my master.
Dang Mu-hon corrected himself, hitting his forehead as if he had made a mistake.
“I see, not quite like that… Anyway, I really wanted to meet you!”
What’s with this attitude, like asking a baseball player for an autograph? It’s burdensome.
Not only did it annoy me that Dang Yeong was twitching when we first met, but this was even more burdensome.
Moreover, I felt the guilt I had felt when I met Nam Gung-hye come back to me.
No, it’s still less than back then. Does that mean my conscience has decreased as I indulge in milf?
“Hon-ah, let’s go now. Kang So-hyeop must be very tired after training all day. He’ll be staying at the Dangga for a while, so we’ll see him again.”
Surprisingly, Dang Yeong was playing the role of a proper older sister.
Dang Mu-hon nodded his head, saying that he hadn’t thought of that and would rest comfortably.
“If one Hyulma is enough to get this kind of treatment…”
As I continued to bow down as sewage and a young man, I couldn’t figure out what to do when I received such admiring glances.
As the Dang siblings moved away, I walked towards the building, and soon I could see it.
Since I had already washed my body in the bathroom attached to the practice room, I didn’t need to wash up again. I needed to eat dinner and take a short nap.
Tonight, Dang Hye-won was coming, so it would be easier to enjoy the night if I took a sleeping pill beforehand.
After asking Sibi to prepare a simple dinner, the sun had already completely set.
If I had to say, it was around 7:30 in the evening. Now that I had seen the sun and moon and matched the time, everyone was here.
Before going to bed, I took a quick walk around the guesthouse to digest my food and clear my mind. As I walked, a servant named Sibi approached me.
“Kang So-hyeop, may I have a moment of your time?”
“Yes, what is it?”
Sibi looked disgusted by my formal language at first, but then proceeded to tell me that Jegal Myeong was having a nightmare and calling out for her son.
Apparently, this had been happening frequently since I was last dragged to see the old woman by Sabu. But tonight, her condition was particularly serious, and she had called for me.
I told Sibi to follow me slowly and used my martial arts to rush to Jegal Myeong’s location.
“Hyeon-ah… Hyeon-ah…”
I could hear Jegal Myeong’s cries even before entering the room. The servants were already wiping away her tears and sweat, but she was still frantically searching for her son.
“Hyeon-ah, Hyeon-ah… Take me with you too… Take me with you…!”
It seemed as though her memories of her real son had resurfaced in her dream, and she was now crying and begging to be taken with him.
I pushed the servants aside and reached out to hold Jegal Myeong’s flailing hand.
“Mother, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere, so don’t worry.”
“Hyeon-ah, Hyeon-ah…”
Even as she held my hand, Jegal Myeong continued to search for her son. But soon, her breathing slowed, and she fell into a peaceful sleep.
One of the servants handed me a clean cloth to wipe away the tears and drool on my face.
“Thank you, Kang So-hyeop. Jegal Myeong was really struggling…”
“It’s okay. If anything like this happens again, just call me.”
Although her husband had tried to assign someone else to take care of Jegal Myeong’s mental health, he wasn’t here tonight.
I didn’t know why he kept going back and forth between Seomseo and Sacheon, even though they were neighboring regions.
“For now, I’ll keep an eye on her tonight. You can go rest or attend to other matters.”
“Sohyeop, I don’t think I can ask you to do all that…”
The servants tried to dissuade me, but I waved them off.
Even though I was just a milf hunter, I couldn’t bring myself to take advantage of a mother who couldn’t even sleep properly because of her son. I decided to sit by her side and watch over her.
As I thought about this, I tried to let go of her hand, but it wouldn’t budge. I was using so much strength!
“Umm…”
Jegal Myeong felt the morning sun on her eyelids and opened her eyes. She had another nightmare last night, but unlike usual, she felt refreshed this morning.
After a warm hand held hers, Jegal Myeong was able to sleep comfortably.
As she thought about it, she felt the sensation of a hand holding hers.
“Hyeon-ah, my son…”
She turned her head to see her son sleeping next to her bed, holding her hand.
He had a sturdy build like his father, and seeing him crouched like that brought up complicated emotions of admiration and regret.
It was clear that he had discovered his mother having a nightmare last night and had been holding her hand ever since.
“I didn’t want to let him know…”
She didn’t want to burden her son, who was already busy learning martial arts from Paeng Yeon-hwa, but since he already knew, she decided to accept his grateful heart for holding her hand all night.
To let her son rest as comfortably as possible, Jegal Myeong shook his shoulder to wake him up.