Chapter 159

As he started rubbing the soft cloth back and forth again, Cheong-ra's chest rose and fell rapidly. As his head jerked back, blue veins stood out on his exposed neck. The pleasure that sparked and crackled cruelly slashed through his lower body.

"...Hu, ...! Uh, mmph!"

His vision grew dizzyingly distant. Some unknown fluid leaked from his heated urethra, endlessly soaking the soft cloth. The thoroughly wet cloth wrapped around the glans more and more smoothly, delivering spine-tingling pleasure. At times it was unbearably torturous, at times the sensation made his mind hazy.

When he came to his senses at some point, the gag was loose again. Cheong-ra barely managed to stammer out a plea.

"Auu, hu, I'm, going to, die..."

"That's not the answer."

When the string was tightened and the gag put back in, Cheong-ra let out a suffocating scream. This time it was because Dang Ran-yeong had covered the soft cloth with his palm, completely grasping the glans. Then he quickly rubbed the flesh in his hand with a motion like kneading in circles. Unlike before, no sound came from his mouth at all. His waist jerked spasmodically and his thighs stiffened.

It was truly terrible torment. Without leaving a single wound on his body, Cheong-ra learned firsthand another new way to torture someone so lewdly and cruelly. Dang Ran-yeong seemed like someone who spent all day thinking about how to torment him. Cheong-ra's eyes became completely wet with tears from the agony.

Still trapped, firmly pressed down by the other's legs, there was nothing Cheong-ra could do except stamp his feet and sob. When he was about to lose his breath, unable to bear the terrible stimulation, Dang Ran-yeong would briefly show mercy by stopping, only to move his hand again soon after. How many times did he repeat this?

"Huu, kko...!"

Now even his crying and moaning were muffled by the gag, unable to come out properly. No, what was being crushed was his mind. Only after briefly losing consciousness and coming back did Cheong-ra finally realize what Dang Ran-yeong had been demanding.

However, the chance to answer hadn't come yet. As soon as Cheong-ra regained his senses, Dang Ran-yeong moved the hand that had been checking his pulse back down.

Again, pitiful moans that seemed about to lose breath continued. Only when the soft cloth was completely soaked and clinging to the glans and shaft did Dang Ran-yeong loosen the gag again. Ragged breathing escaped first.

"Does it feel good?"

"Uh, huu, yes, it, huk, feels good, ah..."

Afraid of missing the opportunity, Cheong-ra nodded and admitted it. Only after saying it felt good several times with slurred pronunciation did Dang Ran-yeong's eyes curve gently. He seemed satisfied with the other's complete submission.

"Yes, now that's a good answer."

When he pushed his fingers, wet with fluid, into Cheong-ra's mouth, even while gasping for breath, Cheong-ra desperately licked them with his tongue. Rather than thinking it was dirty, it was to prolong the moment when the pleasure bordering on pain had stopped.

Dang Ran-yeong intently watched Cheong-ra voluntarily perform this lewd act. Then, seeing his half-lidded eyes become hazily wet, he kissed him. Then he freely explored the mouth that had just been filled with semen.

He gently stroked Cheong-ra's back, which was still occasionally twitching and jerking, while softly sucking his lips and tongue. After finishing the long, lewd kiss, he took out a water container and gave him water to drink. Only after drinking did Cheong-ra realize how thirsty he had been.

"If only this weren't a carriage heading to Shaolin. Then I could have enjoyed a night of pleasure with my Beauty."

While reflexively nodding, Cheong-ra thought it was truly fortunate that this was a carriage.

When Dang Ran-yeong picked up the soaked soft cloth next, Cheong-ra flinched. He watched with tense eyes, but fortunately, instead of tormenting him further, Dang Ran-yeong merely opened the carriage window and threw it out to dispose of it. Cheong-ra hoped that no one would find that wet soft cloth.

Dang Ran-yeong also very gently wiped between Cheong-ra's legs with a new soft cloth dampened with water. Though knowing he had no intention to torment him, Cheong-ra's body tensed up. Even just the wiping motion made his sensitive member react, sending tingling pleasure through his waist.

Only after tying up the reddened and limp member with a string and properly dressing him did Dang Ran-yeong smile with satisfaction. He loosened the bindings and said,

"Now you look more like someone who was bound after resisting. Earlier you looked too neat. It's better to appear as natural as possible, right?"

Though it was just an excuse to torment him, Dang Ran-yeong spoke glibly. Regardless, Cheong-ra had no energy to respond and just dozed off, nodding his head while leaning against Dang Ran-yeong's chest. As always after being tormented to the point of losing his mind, peaceful sleep soon came. A faint smile played on Cheong-ra's lips as he instantly fell into sleep.

***

When the carriage that had been traveling for a long time arrived at Mount Song, Dang Ran-yeong woke Cheong-ra and took away his Dark Moon Sword. More precisely, saying it would look suspicious to carry weapons, he took it and attached it to his own waist. Though Cheong-ra knew Dang Ran-yeong wouldn't take his weapon away permanently, he felt empty without his sword. Then a veil was put over his face.

"Beauty's face still looks lewd, so let's wear this."

"No, what do you..."

As Cheong-ra was expressing disbelief, he suddenly became anxious and asked quietly, "Do I really look like that?" Dang Ran-yeong lifted the veil. After staring intently at his face, Cheong-ra saw the smile playing at his lips and realized he was being teased, causing him to blush.

"I love how innocent Beauty is... But actually, you do look lewd."

Then before Cheong-ra could say anything, he put the gag in his mouth. After retightening the loose bindings, he hoisted Cheong-ra onto his shoulder and got out of the carriage.

The majestic scenery of the famous Mount Song exuded a spiritual energy. Befitting its thousand-year history as the head of the righteous faction, it was constantly bustling with people coming to make offerings or pray with utmost Buddhist devotion, as well as righteous faction members coming for training.

As Dang Ran-yeong crossed such a place carrying Cheong-ra, all eyes turned to them. Cheong-ra was truly grateful for wearing the veil. He had never imagined he would return to Shaolin in such a state. He felt even more embarrassed hearing Nam Gang-ryong behind him continuously chanting "Amitabha" and expressing pity for him.

People murmured at the sight that looked unmistakably like someone carrying a kidnapped person up the mountain. However, they couldn't easily approach to stop him because of the aura Dang Ran-yeong emanated and the whip at his waist. There was also the expectation that the Shaolin monks would intervene if anything happened.

Sure enough, as soon as they reached the Heavenly Kings Hall, the massive mountain gate of Shaolin Temple, young monks came rushing out. The Shaolin monks, with their shaved heads and properly inscribed Buddhist marks, looked as solid as rocks even at a glance. Seeing the tightly bound Cheong-ra and Dang Ran-yeong's piercing aura, they maintained their guard while bowing slightly.

"For what purpose have you come here, devotee? And why do you carry that devotee bound on your shoulder?"

"I've come to demand Shaolin repay its debt of gratitude."

Dang Ran-yeong demanded with an incomparably arrogant attitude, as if he were Shaolin's benefactor. The monks hesitated at his words about demanding repayment of gratitude rather than revenge. With such a long history, Shaolin had countless people who bore grudges against them as well as those to whom they owed gratitude.

"Debt of gratitude? What do you mean?"

A monk asked in puzzlement, unable to understand what debt of gratitude he was talking about. At that moment, a monk who had been staring intently at Dang Ran-yeong's face in uncertainty exclaimed in shock,

"Wait, could you be Green-Eyed Poison Dragon Dang Ran-yeong?!"

"What!"

The monks were shaken. They knew well what had happened several years ago. One of Shaolin's promising disciples had been involved in an unspeakably disgraceful incident because of Dang Ran-yeong and had been defrocked... This was all they knew, but it was enough reason not to welcome Dang Ran-yeong. One monk issued an order to leave, both polite and firm.

"Lord Dang, this does not seem to be a place where you should set foot. Also, as far as this humble monk knows, the Great Shaolin Temple might have a grudge against you, but has never received any favor from you, so please leave immediately."

"And if I refuse to leave?"

As Dang Ran-yeong didn't seem likely to back down easily, tension spread through the monks' bodies. Even the onlookers who had been watching with curious eyes slowly backed away, worried that a fight might break out. The opponent wasn't just any martial artist, but a Tang Clan martial artist who used poison techniques.

Only Cheong-ra, unable to move due to his bindings, anxiously wiggled his bound hands and feet uselessly. Belated regret washed over him that they should have considered a different approach.

"Lord Dang, please wait a moment."

Nam Gang-ryong, worried that Dang Ran-yeong might harm the monks, stepped forward. As he had an appearance that anyone would recognize as Buddhist, the monks' attention immediately turned to him. And one of them recognized Nam Gang-ryong's face and was greatly startled.