Chapter 135 – 135 – Recovery and Spying
Before the era of the Hualien Taiga, who reorganized the Hwagyogok into a notorious mercenary group, poets described the Tigris as a tribe of noble immortals.
He is said to be an ideal superman who has no interest in anything other than becoming stronger, has pale desires, does not persecute the weak, and is not bewitched by whiteness.
Even today, many people who do not know the situation are deceived by the description in literature and praise the customs of Hwanhwagok. As Yeongrak, the new leader who had no choice but to come into close contact with them, he could only laugh at them.
Cargon Taiga’s decision to isolate its people deep in the mountains may have actually been for the public good. In Yeongrak’s opinion, the true nature of those with tiger blood was nothing more than strong, crazy brats.
Don’t persecute the weak? Because he is a noble warrior, he is not easily captivated by the off-white color? There is nothing so funny. They also have a sense of beauty, so they don’t reject things that are pretty and handsome. They just prefer the strong as targets to overlap their bodies.
He is so obsessed with the genes of the strong that even if the object of his desire is a married woman 20 years his senior and a powerful man feared by everyone, he has no hesitation in attacking Catnip Night. Wouldn’t it be enough to kill her husband, a weak human who was nothing more than Hwa-ryeon’s pet, and take his place?
If such a beast-like race were immortals and flew through the sky on clouds as the poet said, the world would probably have been submerged in a sea of blood long ago.
“Is something going on outside, Youngrak?”
And Hualien Taiga is considered to be by far the strongest among the superhuman robbers. It can be said to be the genetic perfection of Tigris in every respect, from its physical strength and technology to its developed five senses.
So there’s no way he wouldn’t have noticed the brawl taking place beyond the wall. He must have sensed the scent of greed and impulse emanating from those disgusting young people.
In other words, it is clear that he asked this on purpose. Shingyoju Yeongrak was disgusted inside.
“Nothing’s going on.”
As the sand dust in the villa yard slowly settled, the messy lines drawn by the stampede and blood stains were revealed. The final red stroke came out from the nose of the challenger who stood firm until the end.
Youngrak caught his breath and pushed the guy’s face with the top of his foot. His kick made the 220-pound massive body collapse like a felled pine tree.
Yeongrak, who spat bloody spit on the face of the young challenger who had fainted, straightened his tangled hair, took out a pipe and asked.
“And nothing will happen.”
“Then come on in. The night is long and I’m bored.”
Gokju’s command is absolute. Yeongrak, who threw the cigarette that was not even half-smoked at the challenger’s head in anger, obediently turned around and headed toward the main building of the villa. While intentionally trampling on the twenty Tigris challengers who had personally spread catfish in my yard.
Every time he put his weight on his bones, a sound rang out, but Yeongrak ignored it. If Yeongrak had been defeated, they would have ridiculed Yeongrak by stripping the bride of her inner garments as if it were natural.
Perhaps because they are grateful that they were spared, or because they are ashamed of the fact that they lost to an outsider, they usually do not attack again. But generations change. While the beasts, who shed their boyish appearance and awakened to womanhood, always pounce and swing their fists vividly, Yeongrak’s body, tested to its limits every night of catnip, wears out as the years go by.
Only Hwa-ryeon’s beauty and strength, which all Hwan-hwa-gok covets, stand firm despite the passage of time.
Anyone who steals prey from a wild beast must pay in blood. Yeongrak was prepared for that. But how long can he last?
Yellow eyes flash in the darkness of the villa with all the lights turned off. As if he wanted to know the answer himself.
“Was it difficult?”
“The last guy’s muscles were so strong that it actually hurt when I hit him.”
“Oh my.”
“But that’s it. Even if ten more guys attack, we can still crush all of them.”
Jeondae Gokju, who gave the mansion to her daughter and settled in the villa, laughed lowly. He seemed to regard his companion’s words as slyness rather than confidence.
Yeongrak was filled with jealousy. ‘What really bothers me is grain wine.’
“Isn’t it actually me who is giving you a hard time?”
Youngrak fell into doubt for a moment. Could it be that Hwa-ryun has acquired a rare item that allows her to read the thoughts of others?
It wasn’t supposed to be like that. If that were really the case, there was no way a person as fiery as Hwa-ryeon would have tolerated all the complaints and insults that Yeongrak poured out on his wife.
Hwa-ryeon’s hand slowly protruded from the darkness and did not grab Yeongnak’s collar as he had imagined. Instead, he warmly held Yeongrak’s bloody sleeve and adjusted it.
“If I hadn’t been Hwalyeon Taiga, the head of the Compassionate Valley. If I hadn’t always been in a position where I had to treat you like a subject or servant.”
“Don’t say that.”
“If I had left Hyanghwagok and lived as a wild man and never met you, I wouldn’t have been as burdened by the fact that you were someone’s companion as I am today.”
“Then one of those idiotic elders must have been Hyanghwagokju. I would have had to deal with the person who sold out the noble family to the demon king’s clone.”
“You are always eager to comfort me, while I am eager to push you.”
“Don’t mock yourself. I’m afraid someone will listen. This is not something the greatest croaker since Cargon would say.”
“There is no great Gokju here. In the end, I was just a woman who hurt her husband and children with self-righteousness.”
Yeong-rak, who would not enter her room until she gave him permission, took off her shoes as if he could not resist Hwa-ryeon’s pleading pull. It seems that the strongest woman in martial arts decided to become infinitely weaker today.
Her attitude, which was not typical of Hwa-ryeon, melted Yeongnak’s anger. The kindness, as rare as the rain during the drought, always made Yeongrak as relaxed as the honeymoon night. Her fate cursed her own self-reliance, which was no better than her slave.
On the other hand, Hwa-ryeon looked over her Young-rak’s shoulder and discovered the devastation her husband had unleashed.
“It’s really surprising. Now that I’m no longer Gokju and I’m quite old, I thought the interest would turn to Eshen and the heat of courtship would die down.”
“I’m surprised too. I thought that one day I would be the first to lose my position as Gokju’s companion, but I didn’t know that you would be the first to give up that position.”
“Don’t say that.”
“I’m trying my best to hold on to old age, but that’s only for a moment. One day, when I get too tired, I might have to make way for the green guys-“
“Rather than see things like that, I would have left this land like Eshen. Wouldn’t you know if I didn’t tell you?”
When Hwa-ryeon’s voice trembled slightly, Young-rak was taken aback. When her hand on her arm became tense, her husband quickly consoled her by saying that it was only a joke.
Gokju, who was wheezing out of breath, perhaps because her full moon catnip had shaken her heart, laid her head on Yeongnak’s shoulder and said,
“It was only you from the beginning.”
“When I was young, I really wanted to believe that, but these days I have doubts. Back when we first met, didn’t you declare that you would give your body to the strongest?”
“And you, who were only a boy, defeated all powerful enemies in Bimu. Just as I had hoped. So, I couldn’t help but fall in love with you even more.”
“Do you know that my first resentment towards Gokju began back then? If I had lost even one breath as a child, you would have become one of those vicious Hwangogok elders or the Protestant murderers. Actually.”
“Do you think so?”
“Even though she clearly knew that they had feelings for each other, she would have mercilessly rejected the boy in front of her and taken a strong man as her companion. Just like Gokju’s ancestor who made Cheonma her fourth husband in the distant past!”
“No, I believed you had a chance.”
“Do you have a romantic idea that you will break the wall and become stronger because you love you? Even if those who were a few levels higher than me had not let their guard down, I would already be a corpse-“
“I personally added a slightly diluted arsenic poison to the water your competitors drink.”
Youngrak could not hide his astonishment at the truth revealed for the first time in decades. When her husband, who always hid his expression, lost his composure, Hwa-ryeon chuckled softly.
“The reason I kept that fact a secret from you and your daughters was not just out of consideration for your pride in overcoming the ordeal. If the whole story of the deception ever reaches the ears of those insidious elders, they will hold an irreversible grudge against you. “I was scared that it would happen.”
“Oh my god, that was it.”
“But somehow one of the elders discovered the trick and has been sharpening his sword for revenge behind the scenes. I colluded with the demon lord’s fragments and let him consume the demon’s energy for a long time, and then, after being controlled by his mind, I achieved the happiness I achieved with you. “It looks like he was planning to destroy me with my own hands. Then, he was planning to take over me while I was in despair.”
“…The bastard who will tear you to death…”
“He was already torn to death by the hands of our eldest daughter. So there is no need to be angry anymore.”
“All right.”
Youngrak tried to suppress his anger and kissed Hwaryeon’s forehead in his arms. Hwa-ryeon looked up in ecstasy at her husband, who was pouring out her murderous intent.
“Then I have a question. Why do you allow young things to attack me to this day? Isn’t it because you put the laws of the Compassionate Valley above your own life?”
“The experience of being defeated by an overwhelmingly strong person will serve as a lesson to the troublemakers of Hwanhwagok, and it is also because you still have enough room to hug me even after defeating them alone, then and now.”
Hwa-ryeon guided her Youngnak’s hand towards herself. With the same movements as when we first slept together long ago.
Youngrak’s pupils, who had returned to the boy he had been back then, shook.
“What girl in the world wouldn’t love a boy who sheds his blood and fights for her?”
“···You are a madman, Hwa-ryeon.”
“What about you who desires a madman?”
Yongrak saw the burning desire in Hwa-ryeon’s eyes.
When the religious leader, who was glaring at Hwa-ryeon, let out a sharp whistle, the Protestants who were collecting and moving the late-life members of the noble family scattered in the yard widened their eyes and climbed over the wall and disappeared.
Although we would be completely defenseless, there was no need for an escort. The blood scattered in the yard would scare away the remaining tigers.
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“I really hate it the most in the world.”
It was a very unfortunate incident for Garam, who closely guarded the Gokju mansion, but the soundproofing of the villa not far from the main house was worse than the couple expected. Thanks to this, the whisper was clearly heard in the daughter’s ears even though the voice was sufficiently muffled.
Garam Taiga looked in the direction of the villa with an expression as if he had witnessed a disaster. Although she was glad that her parents had let go of old feelings, the rest of them were not so happy.
Soon, when a coquettish exclamation, presumed to be her mother’s, was heard, Garam had no choice but to tremble and cover her ears.
One of Gokju’s guards asked anxiously.
“What’s wrong, Garam? What’s wrong?”
“It looks like my father sorted out all the idiots who wanted to sleep with my mother a little while ago.”
“···You’ve started.”
Some of the SS members sympathized with Garam, who had sharp ears. And the rest grinned.
Garam glared at the smirking group with sharp eyes. Most people were conscious of their rank and avoided eye contact and smiled, but someone couldn’t hold back their curiosity and asked.
“Don’t be offended, just listen, Garam.”
“I’m already feeling bad because you seem to be asking a bad question.”
“I’ve always wondered. How on earth do humans other than Tigris survive Catnip Night?”
“Don’t make me think. It’s gross!”
“He is weak, but it is not common to have an outsider as a companion, even if it is because of his stamina. Especially if someone as big as Hualien Taiga makes that choice…”
The questioner noticed the mistake and trailed off. As Garam’s eyebrows rose upward, the SS members were shocked.
“You’re crossing the line. If it had been Eshen instead of Garam, you would have really gotten rid of the body. That’s enough.”
“What I’m saying is, I got beat up for asking that question a few years ago.”
“You’re so curious? Usually, my father prepares somehow by eating everything that’s good for his body, and after about two hours, he gets too tired and asks me to take a look. My mother doesn’t pay any attention and keeps my father captive for two whole days and makes an elixir that’s even better than the one he found. I fed him, and it ended a few days later with my father crawling out of the bedroom dead. Is that okay? I didn’t want to know either. Don’t ask me again. And don’t spread rumors.”
“···That’s very detailed. Why did I get hit?”
One Tigris muttered as if it was unfair, but the others were giggling and having fun. And some people were surprised, asking if they thought Garam, who had been complaining, could share obscenities like an ordinary Tigris.
It is common knowledge in the outside world that people are reluctant to ask and answer questions about their parents, but this level of conversation is not taboo among the Tigris of the Companion Valley. Because they are always passionate when it comes to choosing a good partner.
However, Garam did not like that atmosphere. This was especially true for him because just recently he had suffered a great disappointment.
‘Tan Bhan Thai, you damn bastard.’
The moonlight wavered and the night deepened. As the hustle and bustle of the street gradually changed into an expression of muffled lewdness, the parents’ passion, which had been harsh to the ears, melted into the gap and became indistinguishable.
Garam was so annoyed that he impulsively covered his ears harder. And because of that, the parts of the gas mask separated and fell off.
The SS members wearing the same gas masks as Garam were scared.
“What, the strainer fell off?”
“I was in big trouble. I must have inhaled raw air.”
“Holy shit…”
As the hazy scent poured into his nose, Garam touched his forehead.
Gokju’s personal guards and adult Tigris who do not want to go into heat for some reason wear gas masks that filter out the powder to avoid being intoxicated by the scent of catnip. And it takes on the role of a security organization that regulates the remaining Tigris to prevent accidents.
The Tigris, drunk on catnip and impulse, their legs shaking, will never be able to defeat the sane Tigris, regardless of their rank.
“But if it’s at the level of catnip, there’s no problem if you put catnip powder in front of your nose and inhale it, right? It’s incredibly strong.”
“Is that a problem? Soon your body will start throbbing just like any other guy out there!”
“…Is affected by catnip powder? Oh my god, is Garam already old enough to feel heat pain?”
“Why are you wearing eyeballs? Does he look like a child with a runny nose?”
While the Tigris of the cult’s royal guard were bickering, Garam was furious and tried to fix the gas mask somehow.
The Shingyo warriors who had been quietly watching the futile attempt approached and whispered.
“Miss, just so you know, if you’ve already inhaled the full moon catnip, that’s it. I could get you a new gas mask, but it’s no use.”
“Shit···.”
“This may be your first time dealing with this, so I advise you to take it easy. We will take good care of the mansion. Just in case, I am asking, do you have a partner in mind?”
“···Nothing like that. I have no intention of joining in on the frivolous festival that my sister has arbitrarily started!”
“In that case, please rest in peace. Maybe even a sleeping pill to help you get some rest-“
“There’s no need!”
Garam shouted without realizing it and was embarrassed. And then he walked briskly and headed to the bedroom of the main house.
Several concerned looks tickled the back of Garam’s head. Garam’s anxiety grew even more.
‘Damn it, damn it!’
A feeling of intuition that penetrates my intestines as if stabbing me tells me. Soon, an unwanted kind of sensation will overtake my body.
It was fortunate that there were no men of the same race in the mansion. Since I had just experienced a heartbreak, I had no intention of being subjected to courtship that I had no intention of accepting.
But then pain becomes a problem. A desire that cannot be satisfied, as much as it is unwanted, will turn into pain and turn you inside out.
I don’t know if I made this mistake at the last minute, but it was the first day of the festival. There are still six days left until the catnip wind blankets Hwanhwa Valley.
‘···I need to get some bisan poison. A lot. And all I do is sleep all week.’
Garam cursed himself for doing such a foolish thing. The focus of my thoughts naturally shifted to another foolish thing.
Garam suppressed his anger as he remembered the incident not long ago when he courted Lan Bantai. The guy despicably deceived Garam. The affection I had for a little while was thrown into vain as if I were laughing at it.
And, even more despicably, he saved Garam, his family, and Hyanghwagok. Garam struggled to prevent the destruction of everything he loved.
‘I’d rather just go ahead and leave. ‘So that I can properly handle my grievances!’
Garam, who thought that the heat that was gradually boiling up was a tantrum, realized that it was a lost desire and gritted his teeth.
There were only a few dozen steps left to reach the bedroom where her sister’s colleagues were staying. Garam encouraged himself that he would be able to sleep with comfort from them at least.
···And some of them will secretly go to the villa to treat Tan Bantai. And she will smell of her bond with him.
Garam twitched his eyes and looked to the side. The guest house of the mansion where Tan Bhan Thai, who came back from the dead, would be located was nearby.
My sister said that Bantai, who rode there, would be hanging out with a woman. Just like the Cargon taiga of old, he will take the virgins who come to him on their own.
But the guest house was locked in silence.
‘Why?’
Outside, there is a lot of chatting between men and women, and even in Gokjuchae, you can hear the laughter of the extermination party members chatting among themselves. However, the guest house was strangely quiet. Are sexual healing rituals supposed to be done in complete silence?
If not, is it possible that he has already fallen asleep?
‘···I guess so. Injuries are injuries, but in the end, you are a weak ordinary person.’
Garam smiled bitterly. He can’t even get sex from a woman, and yet he embraces several women like an alpha male. Is this anything but play?
In that case, Eshen’s boasts that he would generously embrace many women are, unfortunately, nothing more than a boast to protect his mate’s pride.
Tigris mating is generally hard work for men. The same applies to those who have trained their bodies to the limit like my father.
Perhaps Eshen will not get as much pleasure from his companion as his mother.
‘Maybe we’ll break up sooner or later.’
Garam took comfort in the thought, even if he thought it was mean, and forced himself to walk unsteadily.
As a guest.
Garam walked absentmindedly until he reached the door of the guest house and was once again embarrassed by his own stupidity.
This was the first time I had come so close to a scene where someone might be having sex since I happened to peek into my mother’s bedroom when I was a kid who didn’t even know what sex was.
‘···At that time, I didn’t even know that the paper covering the bars could be pierced with a finger. I didn’t even know what the two of you were doing. ‘She thought her mother was trying to harm her father because her father was having a hard time as if he was dying.’
Garam, who was hesitating, momentarily glanced at the door of the guest house. It, like all the other doors in the mansion, had bars filled with paper.
After hesitating for a while, Garam finally stepped up to the door without even knowing what he was thinking. And he squatted down, feeling as if he had returned to his childhood.
Of course, then and now are different. There is a difference between an immature child and a woman who is just around the corner from becoming an adult.
At that time, my parents blushed and made excuses, but now, if they catch me trying to spy, it will be difficult for Garam to get away with it no matter what excuse he makes.
However, it is too quiet. So much so that I doubt if he is even alive. In the end, Garam found an excuse for that.
If there is an assassin who is thorough enough to pierce all the eyes and ears of Shingyo and Tigris, shouldn’t they at least take care of the corpse before it rots?
His conscience whispered that he was trying to disguise his curiosity with nonsense, but Garam did his best to ignore it. And he ended up gently sticking his finger into the crack in the door.
Then a heavy breathing sound came out, as if someone was really being murdered. As if the trapped and suppressed air was coming out.
Garam was embarrassed and turned his eyes to the hole in the paper. And he saw an incredible sight.
Tan Bantai was playing the sounds of two women crying at the same time.
“Like that… Ah, just touching it as if you were just grazing it…!”
“Ahh, ugh, ugh, ah, ah, huh…!”
An exhausted Morgan Tomko leans his chin on Isilun’s shoulder and cries out. Isilun sighed as her lovely breasts were caressed by the porter’s fingers.
And the porter was straddling Morgan Tomko behind him, swinging his hips like an animal. In an attitude that did not suit his usual appearance, as if his rank was at the bottom.
I gently grabbed the back of the sailor’s neck, which had been healthy from the sea sun, between my teeth, and held her slender waist tightly with one veiny hand and placed it on my silence followed.
And they pushed ahead without mercy. Every time she heard the sound of sweaty flesh slapping and falling, Morgan let the water pool in her eyes and bite her tongue.
The sight of him struggling as if he could no longer control his body was pitiful. A mouth that opens and closes between the sweat-soaked blue hair quietly lets out several pleas, but only Garam’s eyes can see those earnest pleas.
‘Stop, please, I don’t like it.’ And ironically, ‘Okay, I love you, there.’
Isil Rune was patting Morgan’s back soothingly as she seemed to be having a breakdown. In the end, it seemed she couldn’t overcome her sense of teasing and she arched her back and made a sound of her breathing falling out.
Not long after Isilun’s fingers lifted up as if electrocuted, Morgan’s entire body began to convulse as a sob escaped her lips.
The porter stopped, hugging Morgan behind her back. Then, he waited until Isilun and Morgan’s trembling stopped, and then slowly pulled the male penis out of Morgan’s silence followed.
Garam rubbed his eyes without realizing it. A monster that could not be inferred from its pretty appearance, which at first glance could be mistaken for a woman, was sprouting between its legs.
‘···Is it really okay to have something like that on a person’s body?’
Morgan, who was shedding tears with her heart pounding loudly, hugged the porter’s body as if pleading, not knowing where to put those lingering tears. And she flexibly wrapped her thighs and calves around the porter’s penis, which was wet and shiny with her love juices.
The porter, who was gritting his teeth at her unquenched sexual desire, seemed to understand the goodwill of the exhausted Morgan and gently hugged her and kissed her. Then he started moving the thick object into the crevices of his thighs, which were thick and elastic with fat.
Isilun, drenched in sweat, collapsed next to them and stroked the tip of the porter’s genitals with his hand, giggling.
“I understand what Eshen said. They say fiction can’t beat the real thing.”
“···I didn’t know that I would become as crazy about sex as I am now… Wait a minute, I’m sensitive to that.”
“For someone so crazy, he was quite kind.”
As Isilun whispered and kissed his cheek, the porter suddenly shook his back and let out a suffocating breath.
Ejaculation exploded between Isilun’s hand and Morgan’s legs. The results of the lewd act were scattered on the two women’s skin.
Isilun slowly touched the mucus that had splattered all over his chest. Then, as if she was curious, she lightly touched her tongue and smiled softly.
“Thanks to you, I had fun. It didn’t really hurt at the end. Instead, I felt like my insides were floating, as if someone had thrown me into the air.”
“That’s… Ugh, I’m glad…!”
“So, I’d like to try one more time. I’m a little resentful of the fact that I haven’t been able to enjoy the pleasures of women to the fullest like Morgan.”
When Morgan, wheezing and leaning against her tan, smiled, Isilun kissed her on the cheek and climbed onto the porter’s boat.
Then, slowly adjusting the angle of her silence followed, she slowly lowered her waist, dripping sweat onto the porter’s chest.
The clumsy back and forth became a little more proficient each time it was repeated. The porter held onto the plump buttocks tightly, as if expressing his unresolved desire to conquer. Soon, Isil Rune began to let out her moans, heavily laden with the scent of her pleasure.
That groan broke Garam’s shaky patience.
Garam, who was looking at her as she shed a cold sweat, unconsciously matched the tempo of her breathing with Isilun’s. Her natural thought that she should suppress her breathing for fear of being caught suddenly evaporated and flew away along with her reason.
Garam’s hand, moving instinctively, was about to reach out between his own crotch.
“Saw?”
Goosebumps ran up Garam’s spine. Garam, who almost jumped up screaming on the spot, was as stiff as a frozen tree branch.
Garam barely looked back after a few seconds. The identity of the person who appeared like a ghost without any trace was Monica, a healer.
The suspicious woman with a somewhat uneasy look had a faint smile on her sleepy face.
“I woke up because someone broke the sanctuary I had created. What should I do if a hole is made? All the lust I had built up is leaking out.”
“···Uh, since when was it there…”
“From the beginning. How was it?”
Monica, who had been tilting her head, tilted her head in the opposite direction. Garam Taiga forcibly suppressed the hiccup that came out.
“Have you by any chance become interested?”
