Chapter 1 — The Nun's Crisis

At dawn, when the main gate creaked open, Daniel Han slipped quickly out of the Hwangsan Clan estate, clinging to the faint hope of returning someday—spurred by his aunt Sarah Tang's cryptic offer—as he began his solitary trek down the mountain path.

It would take two days on horseback to reach his home, Singi Fortress, nestled in the peaks of Cheonju Mountain. Unwilling to waste time on the main roads, Daniel chose a narrow mountain trail, cutting through the wilds.

He had walked half a day along the desolate path when a man's voice, loud and coarse as boiling metal, rang through the trees.

"Damn it! Are you telling me I can't perform the Six Bodhisattva Rites now?!"

"...Sir, I am one who serves the Buddha."

"Bullshit! Fuck your frozen Buddha. With this body of mine, I'll show you heaven right here! Kukkukkuk."

A chorus of raucous male laughter followed the crude jest.

(Bandits?)

Curious, Daniel halted and pushed through the underbrush toward the sound. There, in a small clearing, he saw a middle-aged nun surrounded by five or six rough-looking men.

"Soft flesh beneath the robes—now that's a delicacy! Uhahaha!"

A towering brute, eight feet tall with a face like a leopard and a thick tiger's mustache, his body massive as a bear, stared at the nun with lust-glazed eyes. With a predator's grace, he lunged at her, crashing into her front.

The nun was thrown roughly onto the dirt. Before the brute could further assault her—

Swishhh!

"Kyaaak!"

"Gwaaah!"

A white flash tore across the clearing, and the bandits screamed like pigs being slaughtered. One by one, they collapsed, clutching their throats, lifeless as husks. In a single blink, a female swordsman had cut them all down with one stroke.

She landed with cold, emotionless grace.

A woman in her twenties, dressed in a plain white martial robe, held a gleaming longsword.

"Who the hell are you?!"

The brute, frozen in terror, roared and scrambled to his feet.

"Hmph! At least die knowing my name. I am Yongneungpa of Mount Emei!"

Yongneungpa, the Sword Queen of Annihilation.

A prodigy who had emerged like a comet three years prior, slaughtering over a hundred rapist bandits. The direct disciple of Jeongjeol Suseo, the head nun of Emei Sect, and one of the Ten Dragons of the Righteous Heaven—she was a rising master representing the orthodox sects.

"Haaak!"

The brute paled upon recognizing her. He stumbled backward, then turned to flee. Facing Yongneungpa meant certain death—her reputation for merciless, decisive action was legendary.

Seeing him run, Yongneungpa sneered coldly and hurled her sword.

Shweeet— a sharp whistle cut the air.

"No… Kyaak!"

Thud!

Crack! Crack!

A gruesome spray of white brain matter burst into the air as the brute's skull exploded like a melon smashed by a hammer.

(Brutal.)

Daniel flinched at the bloody carnage, his brow furrowing.

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"Beasts worse than animals."

Yongneungpa glared at the headless corpse, her voice icy. Then—

"Ahh… Hnngh…"

A soft moan came from beside her.

The nun, her hands clutching her own breasts, writhed in torment. Her eyes were glazed, her plump legs spread wide. With every twist of her hips, her inner folds—red and glistening like a ripe pomegranate—fluttered openly before Yongneungpa's eyes.

"Ahh… My body… it's burning."

There was no antidote for such an aphrodisiac. Only sexual union could relieve it. If not satisfied quickly, her blood vessels would rupture—death would follow.

Yongneungpa hesitated, her expression conflicted. Then, abruptly, she turned her head toward the bushes.

"How long do you plan to hide like a rat?"

Her sharp ki pierced the foliage. Daniel, who had been watching from the shadows, felt his breath catch under her cold gaze. Reluctantly, he stepped into the clearing.

"Are you from the Hwangsan Clan?"

Sensing his aura, Yongneungpa's expression softened slightly. Her eyes swept over him, then locked onto the sword at his waist—her gaze flickered with recognition.

A broad-bladed sword… The Hwangsan Clan favored powerful slashing techniques, and their sword design was distinct.

"I am Daniel Han of Hwangsan."

"I am Yongneungpa of Emei. Can you help me?"

She spoke without hesitation.

Though only a few years older, she was already a rising star among the orthodox sects—compared to him, a mere junior disciple.

Her eyes briefly flicked down to his lower body.

"You're young, so it won't be easy. But you must know of such drugs. In these mountains, you're the only one who can save her."

Her neck flushed red as she forced the words out.

Though her voice had dropped to a whisper, Daniel understood perfectly—what she feared, what she needed.

"I'll keep watch. Whether you save her or not… is your choice."

Yongneungpa glanced at his face, then vanished into the forest with a shhht.

Only Daniel and the nun, writhing in feverish agony, remained.

"Ahh… Hurry…"

Hesitating at the nun's desperate moan, Daniel steeled himself. He began to undress. With a clank, his cock—long and thick like a laundry bat—sprang out, already engorged.

"Ahh… Hurry…"

The moment Daniel's hand touched her plump, pale thigh, her body convulsed violently.

Her legs instinctively opened, inviting him. He stared at the source of her pleasure—hidden deep within—and pressed his tip against her slick folds.

The hairless mound, the deeply cleft passage, opened weakly. As his glans sank in, her lower body twitched in agony—like a branding iron searing her most sensitive flesh.

"So hot… Ugh… Is it because she's a virgin? Incredibly tight."

Her inner walls spasmed violently, resisting the intrusion. Daniel felt his cock buried in a narrow, wet tunnel—and shivered with indescribable pleasure. At last, the mature woman's ripe cunt had been filled with the cock it so desperately craved.

"Ahh… It hurts… Ahh…"

The middle-aged nun winced, her brows furrowed at the strange, pleasurable pain spreading through her body.

Her passage stretched wide, and as Daniel's massive cock plunged in to the root, she let out a gasping cry and clung to his neck. Beneath him, she stiffened—her body trapped under a boy who felt like her son. Her inner walls clamped around him like octopus suckers.

He pulled back slowly—squelch—until only the tip remained at the entrance. His cock, slick with her juices and virgin blood, glistened. Then, in one swift motion, he drove back in.

Thwack!

"Aaah! Ah, it hurts… Hnngh…"

His violent thrust buried him to the hilt. Her eyes flew open.

The sudden impact against her cervix made her pull him closer instinctively. Regaining a sliver of clarity, she realized the man pounding into her was barely more than a boy—shame and strange excitement surged within her.

Slap, slap! The lewd sound of their coupling echoed through the clearing.

"Ahh… It's so hot… My body… feels strange…"

With each brutal thrust, the nun's full body rocked violently. Her sweat-slick face slackened, her arms around his waist trembling.

Daniel, gripping her armpits, thrust with practiced rhythm. The nun bit her lip, surrendering to his movements—until her back arched like a bow, her lips parted, and a hot moan escaped.

"Ahh… Please… stop… No… more… Ah… I don't know… Aaang…"

Her thighs and calves tensed perfectly. Her expression radiated pure pleasure.

Thud, thud, thud! As Daniel pounded her depths, the nun's full breasts jiggled like waves, drenched in sweat.

Overwhelmed by pleasure she'd never known, her nails dug into Daniel's back.

"Ahh… So good… Faster… What have I done… Ahhng…"

A wave of scorching desire crashed over them.

Panting fiercely, Daniel slammed into her one final time—his cock swelling deep inside her. The nun shuddered, mouth gaping.

"I'm… coming!"

"Wha—?! No!!!"

Daniel pulled her close and erupted. Hot semen flooded her womb. The nun stiffened, overwhelmed by the searing sensation, and let out a cry of despair.

"Ahh… No… You came inside… Ahh…"

Again and again, the boy's massive release pounded her insides. His seed filled her body.

The nun closed her eyes, staring at the boy's face—pressed against her, twisted in the ecstasy of release.

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The nun said nothing. She only trembled occasionally, catching her breath. Her tightly shut eyes glistened with sweat, quivering faintly.

Amid the thick, messy languor of a body spent from passion, an inexplicable heaviness hung over her—something starkly at odds with the scene.

Daniel stared at her limp, exposed body, his face bloated with the smug satisfaction of a conqueror—and the lingering, lecherous hunger of a predator who couldn't resist the sensual allure of a middle-aged woman.

His gaze drifted downward, finally settling on one spot: between her spread legs, her swollen sex gaping open, oozing a mix of his white semen and her own fluids. Heat flared in Daniel's eyes once more.

"Did you enjoy yourself enough?"

Then—cold eyes piercing the back of his skull. A sharp ki slicing through the air.

Yongneungpa. She was back.

Daniel finally realized his cock was still buried deep inside the nun. He scrambled away in panic. A thick trail of red virgin blood and milky semen oozed from her opening.

"S-Sorry!"

Yongneungpa remained expressionless.

In truth, she had assumed Daniel was a virgin boy—worried, she had stayed nearby, hidden in the bushes. Instead, she had witnessed everything: his massive cock, his skilled movements, the way he expertly drove the nun to climax again and again.

(Disgusting! Men…)

Yongneungpa shuddered involuntarily, recalling the image of Daniel's burning cock ravaging the nun's depths.

She stepped past Daniel, who stood awkwardly with his hands covering himself, and approached the nun, limp as a soaked rag.

"Are you awake?"

"...Yes."

Helped to sit up, the nun flinched at the sharp pain in her lower abdomen—another reminder of her lost purity.

"I am Yongneungpa of Emei…"

"I am Soo-kyeong of Baekhwa Hermitage."

The nun, her robes torn by the bandits, covered her private area with her palm, blushing. Yongneungpa ripped a long strip from a bandit’s discarded robe and draped it over her.

"This won't do. I'll escort you back to the hermitage."

"Yes… I'm in no state to travel alone."

Their eyes turned to Daniel, standing awkwardly aside.

"You may go your way."

Stung by her icy tone, Daniel flinched and turned to leave—when Soo-kyeong suddenly called out.

"W-Wait, young master."

"Yes?"

"Please… come visit Baekhwa Hermitage someday. I wish to repay your kindness."

Soo-kyeong's face flushed like sunset. She knew, too—she had not just endured, but responded, burning with desire under the boy's touch.