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🕑 Added 2025-07-05 20:57:23 +0000 UTCEP.250 Common Sense-Altering Yongbongjihoe (2)
“I’m participating in the Yongbongjihoe?”
On the way to watch the tournament, Hwayeon suddenly blurted out something ridiculous.
Me, participating in the Yongbongjihoe?
I’m just an ordinary guy who’s never learned martial arts!
Why should I fight among late bloomers who’ve trained since childhood?
I looked at Hwayeon, flustered, and she insisted it wasn’t a thoughtless decision.
“Actually, I heard the winner’s prize this time is… Gongcheong Seokyu.”
“Gongcheong Seokyu?”
What’s that?
Another term I don’t know.
Jeong Sahwa, standing next to me, got excited and explained.
“If it’s Gongcheong Seokyu… you mean the elixir that gathers the earth’s energy into droplets?”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“Kim Jinwoo, this is a chance. It’s something you can’t get easily!”
I thought she was only interested in SM play, so I smiled at this new side of her.
Honestly, I don’t know how amazing Gongcheong Seokyu is,
but it should be good enough to give to Katar, the secret shop owner.
I wasn’t sure if I could just jump in, but I couldn’t pass up good luck that landed in my lap.
“Alright, I’ll participate.”
“Good choice. I’ve registered you as a member of the Mount Hua Sect, so don’t worry.”
Mount Hua Sect.
I’m in the Mount Hua Sect now?
It felt odd, but it’s not like I’d be using the title for long.
As long as participating wasn’t a problem, it was fine.
“But is it really okay? I don’t know any martial arts.”
“That’s why I signed you up. Besides, you seem confident in your skills.”
Hwayeon looked at my lower half
no, at the sword hanging at my waist.
It was the sword optimized for the Natsuki style I learned from Najjang.
She must have seen me reach for it during my standoff with Cheongran,
because Hwayeon had a faint, knowing smile.
“Sigh, well, I don’t know if I’ll win, but I’ll do my best.”
“Kim Jinwoo, you must win. Promise!”
Jeong Sahwa was noisy beside me, so I smacked her breast with all my might.
“Ugh♥! Ohoook♥!”
Pshuuuut! Pshuuuut! Pshuut!
She squirted hard and climaxed.
Just leave the masochist alone for a while.
Is there anything I need before the tournament?
“If you need anything, it’s a personal weapon, but you seem set. The tournament will provide the uniform.”
Hwayeon looked at my sword and gave her approval.
Najjang said it was just lying around her family’s house, but it’s clearly not an ordinary blade.
It came from the prestigious Setsuki family, after all.
“So when does the tournament start? Is it okay to just hang around?”
“It’s fine as long as you’re not first up…”
“Here’s the Yongbongjihoe match bracket. Ten coins each.”
A kid came over selling news.
Gayoun handed over money without hesitation,
and the kid thanked us and left the bracket.
Curious, I checked the bracket
and saw my alias, Seonchun, right at the top.
I glared at Hwayeon.
“So how long until the first match?”
“………About half a quarter.”
A quarter is about 15 minutes, so half is 7–8 minutes.
We were far from the arena.
In short
‘I’m screwed.’
Did she do this on purpose?
She always drops these bombs at the last minute.
“I’ll take responsibility. Excuse me!”
“Wha ?”
She suddenly picked me up and sprinted through the sky.
I was so shocked I made a dumb sound,
but honestly, this was impressive enough to be surprising.
So this is what martial arts are like.
It was my first time experiencing real martial arts, and I was amazed.
We made it to the arena in time, and I was able to participate without any problems.
‘This is crazy.’
Hwayeon’s careless timing almost caused trouble, but I barely made it to the Yongbongjihoe.
So far, so good.
‘But what’s with this outfit!’
I’ve walked around naked before,
but I’ve never worn something this perverted.
It barely covers my upper body, and there’s almost nothing on the lower half.
Even the upper body is mostly exposed.
If this is the official uniform, the Yongbongjihoe must be on its last legs.
“Seonchun of the Plum Blossom Sect, please come up.”
“Sigh, okay.”
I sighed and stepped into the arena,
and my suspicions were confirmed.
“Gu Sawol of Shaolin! I’ll defeat you and take the Gongcheong Seokyu for Shaolin!”
‘Right, this is the common sense-altering world.’
Maybe I’ve gone soft from living quietly.
Seeing these half-dressed competitors reminded me that this is normal here.
So there’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
I stood tall, my cock rising proudly toward the sky.
“Hmph. Getting hard in front of me? You’ll regret it.”
“Regret? Sorry, but I never lose to women.”
Did she think I’d be intimidated by a little provocation?
If anything, seeing her half-naked and ready to be fucked just made me smile.
“Let’s begin the first match of the Yongbongjihoe!”
Boom !
A majestic drum echoed in the air,
and the tension snapped like a blade.
Gu Sawol, as she was introduced, rushed at me.
I wondered what kind of martial arts she’d show
maybe something as amazing as Hwayeon’s air-walking?
I was excited, but my expectations were shattered.
“Uhuum♥! Whirlwind Kick♥!”
Thrust!
Gu Sawol suddenly leapt with her legs spread,
her pussy landing squarely on my cock.
She used my cock as a pivot and spun like a propeller.
This is martial arts?
My illusions about martial arts shattered,
but it actually felt pretty good, so I watched calmly.
“Kuh♥! Your cock is so big♥, let’s see how long you can last♥!”
She kept spinning, but
I’ve conquered even S-rank onahole pussies.
No amount of spinning is going to make me cum easily.
“Hnnngh♥!”
Pshuut! Pshuut!
In the end, Gu Sawol couldn’t handle my cock and self-destructed.
How dare you go after my cock?
As her spinning slowed, I grabbed her legs,
switched positions, and started thrusting.
“Ohoook♥!”
Thrust!
Gu Sawol moaned in my arms.
Rough sex is best for rebellious women.
“N-no way…♥! Shaolin’s techniques don’t work…♥!”
Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
The more I pounded, the louder her moans got.
She was flustered that her technique didn’t work,
and even as I fucked her, she couldn’t believe it and started denying reality.
But I’d already fucked her, and she was in my arms.
What else matters?
“Ohoot♥! Unhoot…♥! No…♥! At this rate I’ll become a defrocked monk♥!”
Thrust thrust thrust thrust!
The harder I thrust, the heavier her breathing got.
Her breasts bounced in my arms, her eyes rolled back,
and her cervix opened wide, ready to take my cum.
“I’m cumming!”
“Hgh♥! Uuuugh♥!”
Viewwwwwut! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt!
Gu Sawol was creampied in front of a huge crowd.
She seemed to climax from being filled,
her hips trembling rhythmically as she moaned.
Psssh.
Then, as if her bladder gave out, a yellow stream arced through the air.
“The winner: Seonchun of the Mount Hua Sect!”
“Waaaaaah!”
As soon as the result was announced, the crowd erupted in cheers.
I’d have liked to take my time with Gu Sawol,
but there was another match coming up.
I wiped off my cock and headed confidently to the waiting room.
The Yongbongjihoe was more boring than I expected.
At least, that’s how it felt to me.
For the spectators, it must have been a dopamine rush,
since they cheered like crazy every time someone won.
As the finals approached, Dan Yul came to see me.
“What’s up?”
“I came to give you a warning.”
She looked more serious than when we first met.
After catching her breath, she spoke gravely.
“The Namgung Clan’s techniques are extraordinary. Dodging is important, too.”
“Hm.”
Is Cheongran really that strong?
Honestly, I don’t feel it at all.
No matter how strong she is, could she be stronger than Najjang?
Najjang is something beyond human.
Still, Dan Yul coming all this way to give advice means she’s changed a bit.
“Don’t worry. I’m no pushover.”
“I guess you must be, if even I, the Tang Clan’s young mistress, think so.”
She was talking herself up, but honestly, she’s only impressive because of her family.
Anyway, that’s not important now.
Time to prepare for the final against Cheongran.
I’ve won so far with just my cock,
but I don’t know how well that’ll work against Cheongran.
I’ll just have to prepare everything I can.
“Seonchun, it’s almost time to start.”
“……………”
Dan Yul was she here to sabotage me?
I looked at her again, but she shook her head, saying that wasn’t her intention.
Yeah, she’s not that clever.
I reassured her and headed to the arena, where Cheongran was waiting.
She was dressed much like the other competitors.
When I stepped onto the stage, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at me.
“At last, the time has come. Let’s see whose sword is superior yours or mine!”
Cheongran drew her sword, slicing through the air.
I drew mine as well.
We hadn’t even started,
but sweat dripped down my trembling hand in the tense atmosphere.
“Now, for the final match of the Yongbongjihoe: Namgung Cheongran, young mistress of the Namgung Clan, versus Seonchun of the Mount Hua Sect, the tournament’s only man! Let the duel begin!”
Boom!
The drum echoed through the arena.
As I rushed toward Cheongran,
she did something strange with her sword.
“Behold, the sword technique passed down in the Namgung Clan.”
She turned her butt toward me,
and stuck the sword hilt into her pussy.
My brain refused to process what was happening,
but Cheongran proudly announced the move’s name.
“Ambo Sword! The Namgung Clan’s blade will cut you down!”
“What the hell?!”
Swoosh! Swoosh!
She twisted her hips, sending a flurry of sword strikes at me.
The pose was ridiculous, but her skill was real.
If I let my guard down, I’d die to this absurd technique.
It’s terrifying that you wouldn’t even win a Darwin Award for dying this way.
“I’m not just going to stand here and take it!”
Setsuki-ryu Quick Sword.
I gripped my sword and swung at high speed.
The stone arena shattered and debris flew into the stands.
Cheongran smiled, amused, and her attacks grew fiercer.
I’d seen plenty of ridiculous techniques on my way to the finals,
but Cheongran had proven her skill despite her bizarre moves.
That means her physical ability is truly impressive.
“Hm!”
I parried Cheongran’s attack and countered with a swing of my own,
but she was much faster.
She blocked my strike as if she’d expected it.
It sounds cool when described,
but it’s weird when you’re staring at her butt.
‘Still, if I’m not careful, I might actually lose.’
Lose to a move like that?
If I do, I’ll have to wear the loser’s tail forever.
No way I’m losing to a technique like that.
“How do you like my Ambo Sword?”
With each hip twist, her juices sprayed everywhere.
Maybe she’s used to this technique,
or maybe she’s numb to pleasure, because Cheongran spoke calmly, with no hint of a moan.
But even Cheongran can’t endure this forever.
“Just give up and admit defeat…”
“Hmph!”
“Hiiit♥!”
Pshuut! Pshut! Pshuut!
Thankfully, she’s not numb she squirted hard.
Sensing this was my chance, I pressed the attack.
Cheongran swallowed hard and responded desperately.
Clashing swords was nothing,
but every time I used my special technique, she reacted.
Her juices started to flow, and her pussy’s grip weakened as she neared climax.
I waited for an opening and swung my sword.
“Auuuugh♥!”
Pshuuuut! Pshuuuut!
Her sword flew from her pussy as she squirted.
