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Moonlit Night Chapter 157
🕑 Added 2024-12-21 15:14:21 +0000 UTCChapter 157
"Lord Dang, but this humble monk is a defrocked monk. Aren't you also seen as an enemy by the disciples of the main temple? There's no way the two of us can pass through the main gate without resistance."
"Yes, I know that well too. If hundreds of monks come rushing at me, what can I do?"
Dang Ran-yeong joked, pointing to Cheong-ra who was gulping down tea.
"We can pretend that Beauty is not in his right mind and use that as an excuse. In fact, he's still not in his right mind, right?"
"...What?"
Cheong-ra, who had missed the conversation while enjoying his tea and imagining getting rid of all the Demon Soul Insects, asked back in disbelief. Dang Ran-yeong threw him a pill. Cheong-ra glumly received the pill and obediently chewed and swallowed it. Dang Ran-yeong had given him the pill as if bestowing a favor only after fully enjoying his suffering while drinking the decoction.
"Beauty, didn't you do a favor for Shaolin?"
Cheong-ra had to think for a moment before he could nod. In the past, when he had gone on a journey with his martial brothers and sisters, he had saved Shaolin monks who were being killed by an evil faction. However, he had never asked Shaolin for anything in return. He had just thought he was doing what was right.
"But I didn't do it wanting anything in return."
"Ah, it's fine. I'll ask for the reward."
The one who had done the favor was himself, but the one asking for the reward was Dang Ran-yeong. How shameless... Still, wasn't he trying to do something for Shaolin anyway? Cheong-ra, though dumbfounded, had no choice but to accept it. Dang Ran-yeong continued,
"To properly prepare for an attack from within Shaolin, we need to be on standby inside too, right?"
"That's true, but..."
"So if Beauty says he was affected by the Blood Cult and lost his mind, and asks to be treated with Buddhist power, we can officially and legitimately enter. It's not really a lie either, right? Once something happens, Shaolin's security will be tight, so if we enter secretly and the monks who don't know about it consider us enemies and attack, it would be troublesome."
"Hmm... That makes sense. Besides, if Devotee Baek actually receives treatment with Buddhist power, it would greatly improve his state of being entranced by the Blood Cult's sound technique."
Nam Gang-ryong, convinced by Dang Ran-yeong's words, nodded in agreement. Cheong-ra also thought it was a good idea and put down his teacup, asking,
"So what should I do?"
He asked, not knowing if he should pretend to be controlled by Demon Soul Insects or just pretend to be affected by the Blood Cult's sound technique. Dang Ran-yeong smiled brightly.
"There's not much for Beauty to do. You just need to be carried in quietly."
***
The carriage rattled and shook as it traveled. Cheong-ra's body also swayed back and forth, painfully bumping into Dang Ran-yeong's body, but there was nothing he could do about it. His wrists and ankles were tightly bound. Not only that, but his upper body and thighs were also tied up, so all he could do was blink and wriggle.
Once again, the carriage jolted, and Cheong-ra painfully hit his head on Dang Ran-yeong's firm thigh. He glared at Dang Ran-yeong with all his might. Of course, it had no impact on the other.
He wanted to ask why he had to be tied up from now when they were still far from reaching Mount Song, but he couldn't. A gag was also stuffed in his mouth. Unable to even move his lips, he could only send fierce glares.
"Our Beauty will need to be in a slightly better condition at Shaolin."
With Cheong-ra's head resting on his thigh, Dang Ran-yeong caressed him as he pleased. His touch on Cheong-ra's eyes, cheeks, and earlobes was strangely lewd. He must have deliberately taken a different carriage from Nam Gang-ryong for this reason. Sighing inwardly, a sharp voice fell on his ear.
"You recited the formula again yesterday even though I told you not to, didn't you?"
His heart sank. He had recited it in his mind so it wouldn't be heard, but how did he know...
Cheong-ra also knew in his head that he shouldn't recite the Moonlight on Snow, Mind and Heart Formula, which the Blood Cult had clearly taught him. But even if he held back, he would suddenly have delusions of his appearance becoming unsightly and feel very anxious. After enduring like that, his mind would soon become hazy, and he would find himself mindlessly reciting the formula.
Until then, he had recited the formula every day without fail, so these abnormal symptoms were new to him. After experiencing this, Cheong-ra finally realized, as Dang Ran-yeong and Nam Gang-ryong had said, that there was something evil about the formula. He also realized for the first time how weak his own will was. Realizing that a part of his life had been connected to the Blood Cult all along, it felt like a part of his heart was collapsing.
"You deserve to be punished before we arrive at Shaolin."
Startled by the word "punishment," Cheong-ra desperately shook his head from side to side. He twisted his body with all his might to resist, but this was someone who could handle Cheong-ra effortlessly even when he wasn't tied up. Dang Ran-yeong easily pinned Cheong-ra down like a child and took off his pants.
The pants got caught on the bindings on his thighs, exposing only his pale buttocks. Dang Ran-yeong struck him hard, making a cruel sound, and Cheong-ra's face flushed red.
Making me an excuse to enter Shaolin was just a pretext, and he clearly just wanted to do perverted things!
Based on his past experiences, Cheong-ra couldn't predict how terribly he would be treated, and his body trembled with tension. Enjoying that trembling leisurely, Dang Ran-yeong firmly grasped his buttocks. Cheong-ra, flustered by the blood rushing to his lower body, squeezed his eyes shut. He hoped Dang Ran-yeong wouldn't notice, but he pulled down the front, revealing Cheong-ra's half-erect member.
"Lustful Beauty, already dripping with pleasure. Are you going to go to the sacred place where the Buddha resides in this state? Hm?"
As a hot hand grasped between his legs, Cheong-ra's chest heaved. Then the hand moved slowly, lewdly caressing from his testicles to his shaft. Cheong-ra panted, lying face down on the firm thighs. Before long, he became fully erect in Dang Ran-yeong's hand.
"Mmph..."
A muffled moan escaped from his gagged mouth. Dang Ran-yeong's touch was so skillful and deft that the feeling of rapidly approaching climax was incomparably blissful. His tightly closed eyelids trembled, and his bound body tensed up stiffly.
Just as the pleasure was about to burst out after rising sharply, at that moment, Dang Ran-yeong's hand suddenly grasped tightly between his legs, causing pain.
He didn't just grasp it, but firmly squeezed the area where the testicles and shaft connected with his strong fingers like a ring. A gasp escaped from Cheong-ra's mouth. It wasn't unbearably painful, but it was enough to prevent him from climaxing.
It wasn't surprising, as it had been too ordinary until now. Cheong-ra relaxed his body and waited for the next cruel act to follow. However, Dang Ran-yeong did nothing. He just waited for the object in his hand to soften a bit while kneading Cheong-ra's buttocks as he pleased. It was puzzling for Cheong-ra.
When the pleasure that had been rising to the peak had receded about halfway like an ebb tide, Dang Ran-yeong began moving his hand again. The pre-fluid that had been drying flowed again, and the soft shaft hardened. The member passed between his fingers, and the reddened glans became slick with moisture. Then, just before reaching the peak, he stopped again.
Although it left a deep sense of frustration, it was more bearable than he had thought. Nevertheless, Cheong-ra began to feel not just puzzled but anxious. He knew well that Dang Ran-yeong, who had said he would punish him with his mouth, wouldn't end it at this level.
Sure enough.
Gradually, the intervals of rising to the brink of climax, coming down, and rising again became shorter. At first, he had waited until it had cooled down sufficiently, but now he would stop briefly and then skillfully caress and shake it again before the flesh had softened. Beads of hot sweat began to form on Cheong-ra's forehead.
As the pleasure surged like a tide and receded like an ebb, repeating several times, his whole body became unbearably hot. The thumb and index finger slid slickly over the pre-fluid-soaked glans. The hand gripped the shaft with just the right pressure to feel good and stroked upward.
Then, just before reaching the peak, it uncannily stopped.
Next, Dang Ran-yeong gently rubbed the tense perineum, then stroked again from the testicles to the shaft and up to the urethra. The pleasure, falling just short of the peak, swelled as if it would cross the line. The testicles were so full of semen that they became taut, and the member that couldn't release twitched long.
After continuing this for nearly two hours, Cheong-ra felt like he was going crazy. Now even the irregular jolting of the carriage was a stimulation.
Comments
Jesse Gibson
Yeaaaaa knew that was coming haha
