Chapter 5

If someone were to find out about this fact, they would shake their heads in disbelief, saying it was nonsense.

'That sparring enthusiast Baek Ri Cheong-ra, enjoying being defeated by others? After defeating all his fellow disciples and senior brothers in Moon Lake Sect?'

Of course, he did not simply enjoy being defeated. His preferred way of defeat came with various demanding conditions. And the recent clash with that man had intensely stimulated Cheong-ra's such secret tastes and long-standing desires.

The way he had teased and humiliated him, the way he had tightly embraced and overpowered him, a martial artist, rendering him unable to move, his large and sturdy physique, those arrogant eyes that had looked at him, and even that face. There was not a single thing that did not suit his taste...

The hot sensation still lingered on his neck, and Cheong-ra touched it with his fingertips. Frowning, he brought the mirror again, but he could not check his neck. Slowly rubbing the spot where that man had touched, he recalled the other person's face once more.

In fact, he could not say that he was the most handsome man he had ever seen. The most handsome face was the one he looked at in the mirror every morning.

However, it was not just about being handsome. The dangerous atmosphere surrounding the other person, his rude words and actions, and above all, the strong force that had suppressed him to the point where he could not move at all, were unbelievably pleasing.

Like a fool experiencing his first love, Cheong-ra was lost in thought for a moment, ruminating on what had happened at Full Moon Lake. He repeated the situation where the other person had violently pressed him down several times in his mind. A reddish hue appeared in his downcast eyes.

After finally calming his flushed face, he soon sighed softly and fell into deep thought. Feeling a deep sense of helplessness, he was lost in thought for a long time before he tried to guess the identity of the man he had encountered at Full Moon Lake again.

It was not common for a young expert to have reached a higher level than him. Considering the expensive ornaments he wore, no matter how much he thought about it, only one person came to mind. The Central Plains was not far from here, so the possibility was high.

But why had he come all the way here?

The Central Plains was a place with many travelers who came to see Full Moon Lake, as well as those who came to see Cheong-ra, who was famous for his beautiful appearance. It would not be strange to say that the man was one of them.

Considering his notoriety, it was natural for him to pick a vulgar fight and rudely tease him upon their first meeting. Cheong-ra only hoped that the man would enjoy the lake and leave without causing any harm to Moon Lake Sect.

Contrary to such rational thoughts, his mind kept thinking of that man. Unconsciously blushing and frowning repeatedly, Cheong-ra tried hard to put on a straight face again.

He first meticulously cleaned his precious zither, leaving not a single speck of dirt or drop of dew. When he took off his remaining top, his well-trained upper body was revealed. Despite being the owner of a famous alias that anyone in the martial arts world would know, there were hardly any scars to be found on his body. It was proof of his exceptional skills. Rather than being burly like Mu-gwang, his slender and well-toned muscles from real combat harmonized well with his beautiful face without any sense of incongruity.

The man's handprint was left red on his wrist, and Cheong-ra rubbed the mark for a moment before taking his eyes off it. Cheong-ra neatly folded his outer clothes without a single wrinkle and placed them in the clothes basket. After thoroughly wiping his hands, feet, and body with a damp handkerchief, his undergarments remained. The man's teasing words came to mind. In fact, it had been like that since earlier.

'But actually, someone like you is better off being kept in the deepest part of the inner quarters for a long time to be appreciated rather than being put in a brothel.'

What would have been an insult to an ordinary person was no different from a compliment to Cheong-ra...

Soon, Cheong-ra took off his undergarments. What was revealed was a soft string made of white cloth. It was a restraint that was usually kept loose enough to be barely noticeable. However, at times like this, when his penis was fully swollen and hardened, it served to keep it from protruding out of his crotch.

Sighing deeply, Cheong-ra gently caressed the tip of his glans. A lewd liquid stretched out like a thread at the tip of his fingers.

At that moment, another word came to mind. Infested with worms... He tried to regard it as an insult meant to make him feel unpleasant, but strangely, it kept ringing in his ears, making him feel uncomfortable.

Cheong-ra took a deep breath to suppress the desire that boiled up in an instant. He untied the cloth that was wetter than usual and more uncomfortably constricting his penis. His flushed red penis swayed slightly.

However, he did not touch his penis any further. He simply wiped the wet tip with a handkerchief and put on his sleepwear, ignoring his erect member. The excitement that had risen while listening to the man's teasing had mostly subsided by the time he lay on the bed.

However, the rapid beating of his heart did not slow down easily.

It was not because he was angry at the other person's teasing. It was because that man was stronger than him, and he exuded a noble aura befitting that strength. So, he wished for the other person to completely suppress him after engaging in a fight. That was why Cheong-ra's heart had been pounding so much while facing off against that man.

That man seemed as if he had been taken out of Cheong-ra's head, like a person created exactly from the desires he had imagined...

Soon, Cheong-ra clicked his tongue. Perhaps because the moon was too bright, his mind was swayed by vain delusions. Sternly reprimanding himself, he closed his eyes. However, even after that, various confusing thoughts and long-unresolved yearnings did not disappear, and Cheong-ra could not fall asleep for a long time that night.

***

The Moonlight Flashing Sword, who received the goodwill, affection, and trust of everyone in Moon Lake Sect, thought like this today as well.

'What would it feel like to be utterly defeated?'

The tip of his sword drew out the highly advanced and soft sword techniques of the Misty Soft Sword Art. Then, he would fiercely attack his opponent, incorporating the wonders of the Thrusting Kingfisher Sword. The sound of air being pierced rang out from his swift thrusts, which were difficult for even trained martial artists to follow with their eyes.

He had never experienced a proper defeat in Moon Lake Sect. It was because his talent was outstanding, and there was no one among his junior brothers, let alone his fellow disciples, who could match him. It was the same for his seniors.

Going further up, there were elders like his master, uncle, and the sect elders, but honestly, losing to them in a spar could not be called a defeat. They were just being lenient and imparting teachings to him.

Therefore, whenever he sparred like this, he often imagined the following. First, he would assume that there was a very strict and scary senior brother or uncle in Moon Lake Sect.

A beautiful and handsome imaginary someone around the same age as the Great Senior Brother Gong Hyeok-rin or Geum-hye would harshly drive Cheong-ra every day and impart teachings to him. Since it would be troublesome if others noticed, that place would mostly be the training ground where few people frequented. And then...

'Your skills are lacking, so I have no choice but to discipline you strictly.'

Reprimanding him like this, he would punish him until his will to resist, claiming it was unfair, was broken... Finally, when he admitted his wrongdoing, he would make him stand up and then...

Usually, Cheong-ra's imagination ended around this point. He vaguely wished there was something more beyond this, but he could not quite grasp what it would be specifically. Even while having such imaginations, the tip of Cheong-ra's sword did not dull. On the outside, he only appeared to be focusing on sparring with his Great Senior Brother with a serious face.

The fierce attacks of the Heavenly Cloud Twelve Illusion Sword followed again. Befitting a martial artist who had reached one of the top levels in the sect, each strike was a supreme and swift sword that had reached the pinnacle. However, his opponent was also not to be taken lightly and countered with the same sword techniques.

"Wow, Martial Brother! Your sword is exceptionally sharp today."

Gong Hyeok-rin exclaimed in admiration while countering Cheong-ra's dizzying sword techniques one by one. As a candidate for the next sect leader of Moon Lake Sect, his skills were formidable. However, he was the Great Senior Brother who was famous for his good nature even in the Central Plains, so he was not someone who would mercilessly break or suppress him with bare-handed techniques.

Of course, Cheong-ra was not engaging in this spar with Gong Hyeok-rin expecting such actions either. Nevertheless, whenever he sparred with his senior brothers or fellow disciples, he could not help but feel a shameful sensation rising due to his imagination. Cheong-ra was now completely accustomed to this shame and did not waver in the slightest.

This strange and sinister desire to be completely subdued by someone usually did not have any impact on his skills. Since he knew best that there was little chance of this desire being fulfilled in reality, his imagination always ended as just imagination.

The conditions to satisfy this desire were somewhat demanding.

How nice would it be if this yearning could be satisfied simply by grabbing any ruffian and asking them to beat him up? However, Cheong-ra did not want a false defeat. He wanted someone clearly strong to bring him to his knees. It had to be a noble and strong person who would never yield no matter how much he resisted and attacked.

If it were only this condition, it could be said to be rather easy. Even if his reputation as the Moonlight Flashing Sword was high and his martial arts were outstanding, there were countless experts in the martial arts world who were stronger than Cheong-ra if one were to look for them. However, there was another condition that Cheong-ra absolutely wanted, as much as being strong.

It was appearance.