CMW | Chapter 2.3

As Lee Hwasu hesitated, recalling this fact, Ju Ryongjin brought his hand down to his lower body. Lee Hwasu shuddered, thinking he was being made to assist with that again, but it didn’t seem to be purely out of lust. It appeared that Ju Ryongjin was trying to expel the demonic energy by releasing it.

With no other choice, Lee Hwasu grabbed his member and infused it with energy. Ju Ryongjin let out a gasp and fell backward. Gritting his teeth, Lee Hwasu averted his gaze and rubbed his shaft up and down. Ju Ryongjin’s breathing grew louder, as if he was finally feeling relief.

“Haa, haa.”

Lee Hwasu, thinking it would be better to finish quickly, hurried. He grabbed the member with both hands and shook it vigorously. Ju Ryongjin, whose breathing had calmed down, sighed and said,

“You’re really bad at this.”

Lee Hwasu, feeling a surge of anger, tightened his grip. Ju Ryongjin’s upper body jerked as if struck by lightning.

“Ugh!”

“Shut up. Do you think I’m doing this for your pleasure?”

“Ah… I get it, so ease up a bit.”

Lee Hwasu loosened his grip. It seemed unlikely that his clumsy hand movements would be enough to make the lecherous Ju Ryongjin release. So, while rubbing his member with one hand, he used the other to press the eight acupoints of the Demon-Sealing Blood Technique one by one. Each time he pressed, he infused enough energy to calm the energy channels that seemed ready to explode.

“Hmm…”

As the demonic energy subsided and the pure energy flowed in, Ju Ryongjin relaxed. The bloodshot eyes cleared, his skin returned to its original color, and his complexion improved as vitality returned.

In contrast, Lee Hwasu, who had lost his energy, became pale and slumped. The reason he felt unusually cold and tired while being dragged by Ju Ryongjin didn’t seem to be just because he had fallen into the water. It must have been because his energy was being drained by him.

As a result, Lee Hwasu’s hand, which had been rubbing, slowed down. His arm ached, and he felt he couldn’t shake it any longer, so he just held it. Ju Ryongjin, who was lying down, reached out and pulled the back of his head, causing Lee Hwasu to fall on top of him. Lee Hwasu placed his hands on Ju Ryongjin’s chest and ended up pressing his knee against his heated, stone-like member.

“Open your mouth.”

As their faces got closer, Ju Ryongjin spoke when he saw Lee Hwasu instinctively clench his teeth. Unable to comply with the request, Lee Hwasu rolled his eyes, and Ju Ryongjin stuck out his tongue to lick his lips.

The tongue, hot as if on fire, parted his lips and rubbed against his gums as it entered. Soon, it filled his mouth, gently sucking on his tongue.

Unlike the rough encounter before, it was a courteous movement. However, the situation below was different. Ju Ryongjin began rubbing his erect member against Lee Hwasu’s thigh with lewd hip movements. Occasionally, he would poke between his legs, causing Lee Hwasu to recoil and lift his hips. Ju Ryongjin then grabbed his buttocks with both hands.

“……!”

Lee Hwasu opened his eyes wide and struggled. But by then, he was already enveloped by Ju Ryongjin. Ignoring his rough resistance, Ju Ryongjin pressed Lee Hwasu down and rubbed his lower body against his thigh.

“Hmph…!”

With his mouth blocked, Lee Hwasu let out a muffled nasal sound and tried to push against Ju Ryongjin’s chest with both hands. But pushing against a chest as hard as a boulder was utterly futile. Realizing it was hopeless, he attempted to bite his tongue, but Ju Ryongjin, sensing his intention like a shadow, swiftly pulled away.

Then, with a chilling calmness, Ju Ryongjin spoke.

“Half-hearted resistance only fuels my lust.”

“……!”

“If you don’t behave, I really will assault you.”

At his threat, Lee Hwasu froze solid. Ju Ryongjin toyed with him as he pleased, sucking, biting, and rubbing his tongue while vigorously grinding his member. Lee Hwasu, thinking he didn’t understand why he had come to the Heavenly Dragon Hall, tightly closed his eyes, his eyelids trembling.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for Ju Ryongjin to reach his climax. He shuddered as he ejaculated, and feeling refreshed and in a good mood, he played with Lee Hwasu for quite some time. He teased him by tasting his plump upper and lower lips like fruit before finally letting him go.

“Ugh!”

As soon as Ju Ryongjin released him, Lee Hwasu tumbled off the bed, horrified at his clothes soaked in semen. He hurriedly threw off his outer garment, and Ju Ryongjin, still lying on the bed, shamelessly said,

“Seeing you throw off your clothes, are you asking for a hug?”

“Shut up. You were just about to die, and now you’re running your mouth!”

“Hmm… Thanks to you, I did avoid a near-death situation.”

“If you know it’s thanks to me, show some respect! Stop, stop mocking me!”

Lee Hwasu shouted with a flushed face. Having faced the threat of being assaulted by Ju Ryongjin twice, he was beyond caring.

Knowing that Ju Ryongjin needed the Demon-Sealing Blood Technique had emboldened him. He calculated that he might be able to negotiate with Ju Ryongjin using it.

Ju Ryongjin turned to his side and propped his head on one arm. Lying diagonally, he looked at Lee Hwasu and said,

“Show respect… What kind of respect?”

“I-I’ll perform the Demon-Sealing Blood Technique, so stop doing dirty things. Don’t touch my body recklessly or do that, that…”

“You mean kissing? Or groping your butt?”

“Was that groping? It was more like squeezing!”

Seeing Lee Hwasu jump up and get angry, Ju Ryongjin laughed heartily. Watching him laugh made Lee Hwasu’s face turn bright red, as if it would burst. Undoubtedly, Ju Ryongjin was the first person to make Lee Hwasu this angry. Every word he said was infuriating.

After laughing for a while, Ju Ryongjin narrowed his eyes and spoke.

“Fine. What I want from you is the Demon-Sealing Blood Technique anyway. If you manage my demonic energy at the right times, I won’t treat you recklessly. I don’t know what kind of respect you’re talking about, but I’ll try to show it.”

“…Swear it.”

“Swear?”

“Yes, swear! How can I trust just your words?”

Seeing Lee Hwasu demand with such spirit, Ju Ryongjin let out a snort.

“A swear is just words too. What power does it have?”

“It’s different from just words. It’s a promise made on your honor.”

“Honor? I have no such thing as honor.”

Seeing Ju Ryongjin respond indifferently, Lee Hwasu stomped his foot in frustration.

“Well, anyway, promise you’ll definitely keep your word!”

“Promise to promise? Hahaha…”

“Ugh…!”

Watching Lee Hwasu fume and stomp, Ju Ryongjin laughed heartily but soon wiped the smile off his face. Then, he looked at him with indifferent eyes, as if looking at something insignificant.

“Why should I? Here in Heavenly Mountain, everything goes my way.”

Unable to retort, Lee Hwasu gritted his teeth, and Ju Ryongjin spoke coldly.

“Remember this. If you try anything foolish without performing the Demon-Sealing Blood Technique, I won’t let it slide. I’ll shove my member into your rear and make you beg for mercy, so unless you want to plead for a hug, you’d better do as you’re told.”

His calm yet terrifying words made Lee Hwasu turn pale. He glanced at Tang Seoran, who still hadn’t come to his senses. Seeing the pride of the Tang Clan reduced to such a state was both painful and distressing, and he asked with a twisted face,

“What did you do to the young masters here? What kind of wicked trick did you use to bring them to this state?”

Ju Ryongjin chuckled at Lee Hwasu’s question.

“…Wicked trick? There’s no such thing.”

“Don’t lie! Otherwise, how, how…!”

“Maybe the holes I dug were just naturally shallow.”

Ju Ryongjin spoke with a crooked smile, and it felt like his words were rotting his ears. Lee Hwasu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, eyes blazing.

“Don’t you dare try anything foolish with me! If you don’t want to see me take my own life, you’d better keep your promise! If I die, the Demon-Sealing Blood Technique disappears with me, so it’s the same as you dying!”

“…Wasn’t that the secret of the Mount Hua Sect?”

“It was passed down to me by the late elder, and it’s a secret technique only given to me, the designated successor of the Mount Hua Sect. So even if you kidnap someone else from Mount Hua, it won’t help.”

“Hmm…”

Ju Ryongjin, as if gauging the truth of Lee Hwasu’s words, stared at him before suddenly laying his head back down and sprawling out. He mumbled while staring at the luxurious, almost dazzling ceiling of the chamber.

“I have no desire to embrace a stubborn brat like you, so don’t worry. As long as you keep your promise, I’ll keep mine.”

Hearing the assurance, Lee Hwasu turned his body. In just his inner clothes, he walked briskly out of the place, and the further he got from Ju Ryongjin, the more his knees trembled. By the time he passed through the eight layers of sliding doors and stood before the Sura Gate, he could no longer walk and collapsed to his knees.

Fortunately, all the doors had closed behind him. Lee Hwasu, kneeling and bowing, let out ragged breaths and broke into a cold sweat.

“Huff, huff, huff…”

The tension drained from his trembling limbs like an ebbing tide. It felt like he had survived a tiger’s den. No, even if it had been a tiger’s den, it wouldn’t have felt like he had come back from the brink of death like this.

A servant appeared beside him like a shadow. Having waited outside the door all along, instead of asking for an explanation, he offered a handkerchief and whispered.

“Well done. …You are the first to walk out on two feet after being taken to the leader’s chamber.”

“…”

Lee Hwasu accepted the handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and returned it before straightening his posture. With a face pale from exhaustion, he staggered out of the Heavenly Dragon Hall, which felt like a demon’s lair.

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As a result of performing the Demon-Sealing Blood Technique on Ju Ryongjin, Lee Hwasu fell seriously ill. It wasn’t just because his energy had been drained. The events of that day were shocking in many ways. Not only had he been subjected to various indecencies by someone who could rip off a person’s head with his bare hands, but he had also shouted and struggled in front of him, so it was understandable.

While he was bedridden, the physician and the servant diligently came and went, taking care of him. Thanks to their care, by the second day, he was able to sit up and eat porridge. Watching Lee Hwasu, with his chapped lips, swallow the porridge, the servant holding the spoon muttered with concern.

“Didn’t I tell you? Serving the leader is no easy task. You should take care of yourself. You fell ill because you overexerted yourself in training.”

Lee Hwasu, finding it absurd, retorted.

“If you had let me sleep that day, I wouldn’t have fallen ill. It’s all Ju Ryongjin’s fault, that scoundrel, so why blame me?”

“The leader is like the sky here in Heavenly Mountain. What’s the use of blaming the sky? It’s easier to think it’s all my fault.”

“You have a way with words.”

“Do I?”