Chapter 317 – Have You Been Deceiving Me All Along? (3)
As soon as her lips parted, Dang Hye-won let out a sweet moan and I grabbed her waist, thrusting deeply into her until she reached her limit. Even though her round ass had already reached its limit, it continued to jiggle and please me, making me even more excited as I pushed deeper inside her.
“I’m cumming…!”
As soon as I said this, my cock exploded inside her, filling her deep pussy with my thick cum.
“Ugh…♥”
Dang Hye-won’s body trembled as she struggled to catch her breath, but her tight pussy didn’t stop moving. Even if she didn’t want to, her lewd body was still moving to the pleasure of my cock and eagerly accepting my sticky cum.
“Ah…♥”
Her breathing was ragged and she seemed to be struggling to breathe properly. When I released my grip on her waist, she collapsed onto the bed like a limp rag.
Now, it’s time to deal with the next one.
“Why, why are you doing this? I already…”
“You received your punishment, didn’t you? Now it’s time for the rest of it.”
“But, but…”
Pyeong Yeon-hwa had twisted the two of them into this mess, but now she was in the same position. She looked upset.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle since you cooperated.”
I tried to reassure her, but Pyeong Yeon-hwa was still hesitant.
“Are you sure? If I get hurt like that again, I…”
“It’s okay. I’m thinking about everything.”
Anyway, Pyeong Yeon-hwa’s pussy was so weak that it would probably collapse soon. Even if I went a little easy on her, it would still be enough punishment.
Pyeong Yeon-hwa wavered for a moment before being led back to the bed by my arm.
The three women took turns being punished until they had released every drop of liquid from their bodies.
If I had used a sword instead of a whip, the court ladies would have called me a great warrior.
As the remaining two women felt a sense of betrayal from Pyeong Yeon-hwa, they eventually realized that they were all victims of the same man’s lust and desire. They all washed themselves off and returned to their rooms, feeling both fear and anticipation at the thought of what the man could do to them next.
“Well, son. You’re not going to completely forget about the story I used as bait, are you?”
As soon as the sun rose, the four of them gathered again, carrying breakfast with them.
Fahrenheit Jumju felt ashamed that she couldn’t properly entertain her guests and gracefully passed it off as a joke. The man had called the women to him last night as bait, to tell them a story about their future.
When Jegal Mireyeong asked a question, the man nodded his head.
“We have to. We can’t make a complete decision here, but…”
“Well, there’s one thing we need to check first… Hwa Unni?”
“Yeah, the most important thing is who that woman behind the mask is.”
Pyeong Yeon-hwa, who was stronger in martial arts than anyone else in the room, spoke up.
“Everyone probably has an idea, but she’s probably a traitor.”
If there was a Hwajeol Pyeong Yeon-hwa in the orthodox faction, there was a traitor graffiti artist in the unorthodox faction.
As the princess of Hwalak Palace, she was known as a master of deceit (whip), and because she was older than Pyeong Yeon-hwa, the nobles treated her slightly better than Pyeong Yeon-hwa.
Also, as can be seen from her name ‘Seosi’, she was famous for being a great beauty, but this fact was not mentioned by the women.
“Of course, she’s a woman and a top-notch martial artist, so we guessed that way, but there’s a possibility that it could be someone else.”
“…This question may be rude, but if we compare her to Sae Unni, who would be superior?”
“I don’t know. If it was in the past, I probably would have lost nine out of ten times, but now I guess I won’t be a complete loser. At least I won’t be defeated miserably.”
Dang Hye-won’s face visibly relaxed at his words, but her expression changed to a tense one again at Jegal Mireyeong’s words.
“The problem is that she’s probably not the best among them.”
“…What do you mean?”
“Didn’t the son say it clearly? Even though countless of his subordinates were killed, she remained calm.”
“Yes.”
The man remembered it clearly. He remembered her protecting them only after the situation became dangerous, even though he had killed dozens of her subordinates in the fog.
“That means there’s a high probability that they’re not under her command. Moreover, Hwalak Palace… most of them are women, so it’s even more likely.”
Jegal Mireyeong pointed out that all the enemies except for the traitor were his subordinates.
“She’s probably a high-ranking member, but it’s highly likely that she’s not the leader of the organization. There may be someone higher than her, or at least other peers.”
“At least two top-notch martial artists…”
“It’s safer to assume that there are more.”
The interrogator didn’t hold a high position, so there wasn’t much information available, but their primary goal was to incite a war between the orthodox and unorthodox factions, causing chaos in the river region.
But would that be the end of it? Perhaps one of the weakened factions, or even both, had enough power to subdue them in the worst-case scenario.
“So, what do we do? We’re only three, realistically two…”
“Don’t worry too much. Once the news of Fahrenheit Jumju’s infiltration and what we’ve learned gets out, the Muryeong League won’t just sit still, and it’ll be difficult for them to focus all their power on us.”
“Well, I’m actually more worried because of that.”
When Jegal Mireyeong cautiously denied the man’s words, all the women’s gazes turned to her.
“We’ve confirmed two things. The swordsmen who use the unique swordsmanship of the unorthodox faction, belonging to a group called the Eunryeong Society. And the traitorous graffiti artist of the unorthodox faction.”
“…”
“We have a reason to trust the Mago, but if we look at it from the perspective of the Muryeong League, how would they react to the fact that members of the unorthodox faction were wandering around and gossiping about the orthodox faction? That’s what worries me.”
“…It’s a headache.”
Pyeong Yeon-hwa muttered with a bitter expression. She had already endured it a few times, and adding what happened to the Pyeong family, the Muryeong League had already suffered three defeats.
The Pyeong family, Namgung Se-ga, Fahrenheit Jumju.
The Muryeong League, which was supposed to represent the orthodox faction of the martial arts world, couldn’t just sit still after suffering so many defeats, so they would eventually have to draw their swords. But the problem was that it was what the enemies wanted.
“Can’t we just say that the enemy we caught was planning to incite a war and be done with it?”
“That won’t work, Unni. People who think they’re smarter than everyone else tend to add their own reasoning to what they want to believe.”
There were probably more than a few people who deliberately made false statements to suppress the Muryeong League and then spread rumors about cutting down the power of the orthodox faction.
If there was someone in the Eunryeong Society who calculated all of this and was beating them up, they would undoubtedly be called a divine strategist.
“Speaking the truth might be a way, but…”
“Then we’ll be the problem.”
There was a way to reveal their connection to the Mago and persuade them why they could trust them for a moment. If they did that, they could avoid the war and unite against the Eunryeong Society, but they would undoubtedly be expelled from the orthodox faction of the martial arts world as Mago’s weeds.
The option of not saying anything at all was completely out of the question. They couldn’t guarantee their safety, and there was no way to control the Fahrenheit Jumju’s entrance inspection to contact the Muryeong League.
“Well, if there’s someone inside the Muryeong League… someone we can trust, there might be a way to get help…”
Jegal Mireyeong sighed, thinking that if they could provide information only to that person, they might be able to control the Muryeong League. But there was no such person.
None of them had connections like that, whether it was Dang Hye-won, who had been doing the dirty work for the Oraebiin Sachendangga, Pyeong Yeon-hwa, who was hiding in the underground armed forces, or Jegal Mireyeong, who was serving as the hostess of the Gogapyoguk.
“Hmm?”
When the man’s eyes widened, as if to say ‘that method might be possible,’ the women frowned.
It was a wrinkle created by the unpleasant realization that there might be another woman they didn’t know about.
