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Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Escape - 2
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Before Lee Jae-won established the Heavenly Martial Alliance, the Murim Alliance—its predecessor—had stood in this very place.
During the Great War between Righteousness and Evil, an episode occurred where the Murim Alliance was utterly annihilated by the invasion of the Black Armored Iron Cavalry, a force composed entirely of peak transcendent masters.
At the time of their invasion, Lee Jae-won had reached the transcendent realm himself, but facing nearly fifty of those Black Armored Iron Cavalry soldiers, he lacked the strength to hold them off. He had fled, only to stumble upon the Murim Alliance's secret passage just in time.
When establishing the Murim Alliance, they had prepared for emergencies by constructing a hidden tunnel leading to a secret shelter.
The shelter was stocked with countless martial arts manuals, elixirs, and preserved rations to ensure that, even if the Murim Alliance were destroyed, its survivors could bide their time and plan for the future.
Lee Jae-won had accidentally entered that passage, absorbed the transcendent manuals and elixirs in the shelter, and emerged reborn as a Transformation Realm master—that much Seon-u remembered.
After founding the Heavenly Martial Alliance, Lee Jae-won had repaired the ruined Murim Alliance buildings, repurposing them for his own faction. Seon-u figured the secret passage must still be intact.
Seon-u planned to use the hidden shelter from that episode.
Most of the Murim Alliance members from back then were either dead or in hiding, so no one should know about the shelter. It would buy him enough time until Lee Jae-won returned from his negotiations.
The interior of the Phoenix Hall was lavishly decorated.
Being the women's quarters, it wrapped him in a thrilling sense of forbidden indulgence.
Golden domain—what a glorious term.
Words like women's bathhouse, women's dormitory, convent... "no-man's land" had an irresistible allure, applicable anywhere off-limits.
Even the fragrance here felt different from outside.
Slap!
Seon-u hurriedly slapped his cheek to snap out of it.
Jang Sam's perverse tastes were mixing with his modern memories, amplifying his lechery.
Of course, in a relaxed situation, he'd happily indulge in naughty fantasies, but with his life on the line, such distractions were suicidal.
Regaining his focus, Seon-u moved forward cautiously.
True to a hall run by women warriors, everything was impeccably maintained.
The garden was beautifully adorned with countless flowers and trees.
Seon-u crossed the garden carefully and slipped slowly into the Phoenix Hall building.
The spot where protagonist Lee Jae-won discovered the secret passage was the communal bathhouse of the Phoenix Hall.
Turning the heads of the lion, turtle, fox, and bear statues there would reveal the hidden entrance.
In other words, he had to enter the women's bathhouse.
If not for the dire circumstances, he'd dance for joy, but right now, finding it was the priority.
As befitting the women's quarters, the Phoenix Hall's layout was strictly confidential.
No matter how deeply he searched Jang Sam's memories, he had no clue about the building's structure.
He had no choice but to explore personally—a sigh escaped him.
With the sun fully risen, he needed to locate the bathhouse before the Phoenix Hall warriors began their activities.
As Seon-u entered the Phoenix Hall, doors radiated out from a central point.
Lily Pavilion, Chrysanthemum Pavilion, Plum Blossom Pavilion, Rose Pavilion, Peony Pavilion.
Each door bore a plaque with a flower's name, but their purposes were a mystery.
'Which way!? Lily? Chrysanthemum? Plum Blossom? Rose? Peony?'
Seon-u pondered seriously, but no answers came.
He'd have to check them one by one.
'In and out fast—no one will notice if I'm quick as a blink.'
Seon-u opened the door marked Lily Pavilion first.
He stepped inside cautiously.
Sliding paper doors lined the corridor at regular intervals—far too many, piquing his curiosity about their use.
As he walked, Seon-u stopped midway, wetted a finger with saliva, and poked a hole through one.
Peering through, the dim interior revealed what looked like a bedding mat. He realized Lily Pavilion was the Phoenix Hall members' dormitory.
Coming to Lily Pavilion had been a poor choice.
As he turned to leave,
Thud... thud...
Footsteps approached from outside the Lily Pavilion.
'Damn it.'
Seon-u scanned frantically for a hiding spot, but only sliding doors surrounded him.
With no options, he slid open the pierced door and slipped inside.
Thankfully, the room's occupant was absent.
Whether on patrol or training, it was lucky for Seon-u.
He exhaled in silent relief, crouched low, and peeped through the hole.
Thud... thud...
Through the gap, Phoenix Hall warriors appeared.
Judging by their winged helmets and sheathed swords, they were on patrol.
Seon-u held his breath, waiting motionlessly for them to pass.
'Please just go by. Please just pass.'
But against his hopes, they stopped right in front of his hiding spot.
Before they could enter, Seon-u darted into the wardrobe, clamping his mouth and stifling his breathing.
Creeeak.
The sliding door opened, and two Phoenix Hall warriors entered.
"Patrol's finally over. Good work, Ji-mae."
"You too, Senior."
They removed their helmets, exchanging encouragements.
Without the helmets, their refined beauty shone through.
One had sharp eyes but an alluring straight nose and red lips; the other had a small face with gentle eyes and delicately placed petite nose and mouth—adorably cute.
Peering through the wardrobe slats, Seon-u jolted in recognition.
He knew both faces.
The senior, called Lee Cheol-hwa, was a peak master renowned for her powerful arts and decisive nature—earning her the moniker Iron Sword Flower.
As squad leader in the Phoenix Hall, she'd worked jointly with Jang Sam's Black Tortoise Hall on missions, so he'd recognize her instantly.
The woman with her, Yang Yeon-ji, was dating one of Jang Sam's direct subordinates—he'd exchanged greetings a few times.
From their talk, they'd just finished patrol.
'Even squad leaders do night patrols?'
Usually, leaders dodged such duties, but Lee Cheol-hwa performed them regardless.
"This weather's got me drenched in sweat all over. I need a bath."
"Right? I felt so sticky during patrol, thought I'd die."
Whoosh.
Chatting, they began shedding their clothes.
Helmets went on the table; swords were unsheathed and set aside.
Then they loosened their waist sashes.
Gulp.
Seon-u swallowed dryly, unable to look away through the slats.
Shh...
Sashes undone, their clothes sloughed off like snakeskin.
Soon, they wore only breast bindings and undergarments.
Lee Cheol-hwa's breasts were tightly wrapped in bandages instead of a proper binding.
"Senior, wrapping with bandages again? You need a real breast binding, or they'll lose shape."
"It's more comfortable for swinging a sword this way."
"Bragging about their size? Hey!"
"Don't, Ji-mae."
Ignoring her, indignant Yang Yeon-ji kneaded Lee Cheol-hwa's bandaged breasts.
"Stop it, I said..."
"I'm jealous, so jealous. What do you eat to get them this big?"
Undeterred by protests, Yang Yeon-ji mashed them like dough.
Lee Cheol-hwa felt embarrassed yet flustered by the touch.
"Ji-mae... stooop..."
At her cry, Yang Yeon-ji paused.
As Lee Cheol-hwa sighed in relief, Yang Yeon-ji began unwrapping the bandages.
"Hey, Ji-mae, what are you doing?!"
"Feels better raw, right?"
"Enough joking—let's head to Chrysanthemum Pavilion to wash up..."
"Just a sec, promise."
Sway.
The bandages fell away, revealing Lee Cheol-hwa's massive breasts in full glory.
They rivaled those of a nursing mother, immense and unyielding.
Her small, pink nipples added an endearing touch.
"Wow, Senior, they're amazing..."
"Ji-mae... I'm embarrassed."
Her blushing face was utterly charming.
Excited, Yang Yeon-ji fondled them more vigorously.
Lee Cheol-hwa's breasts were soft as dough yet springy—irresistibly addictive.
"I'm so jealous, Senior. Yours are huge, and mine are still tiny."
"No, Ji-mae, yours are the perfect size. Easier to wield a sword..."
"Ugh, that's just flattery, you know? No way."
Yang Yeon-ji flicked up a finger, twirling a nipple.
"Ji-mae... that... ah!"
She added her thumb, pinching and rubbing.
"Aaah... ah!"
Lee Cheol-hwa's sensitive nipples stiffened after a few teases.
"Senior... it's hard now..."
"This... isn't... Ji-mae... no..."
"Hehe, your body's so honest—why lie?"
Yang Yeon-ji lowered her fingers and brought her mouth to the nipple.
She teased it relentlessly with her tongue.
Up, down, left, right—slow circles stimulating endlessly.
"Aaaaah... ahn... ah... ahn~"
Lee Cheol-hwa's moans grew louder.
"Bon appétit~"
Yang Yeon-ji suckled the breast.
Smack, smack, smack.
"Aaaahn... aaahn... ahn ahn!!!"
Each suck drew blissful screams from Lee Cheol-hwa.
Yang Yeon-ji's hand naturally slid to her smooth, trained abs.
Over the toned muscles, past her navel, to her dantian, and finally her undergarment.
"Ji-mae...! Not there... not there!"
Ignoring her, Yang Yeon-ji fondled the soaked fabric.
Lee Cheol-hwa's slit had long been drenched in her own juices.
Yang Yeon-ji rubbed freely, then lifted her hand.
"Senior... you love it this much, why lie?"
Releasing the breast, she grinned.
Now, her hand slipped inside the undergarment.
Vast fluids soaked the black bush and entrance.
Yang Yeon-ji's fingers delved into the slit voraciously.
Grabbing the clit, twirling it; rubbing the entrance rapidly.
Squelch, squelch.
"Aaaahn!!!!!!!!... Ji-mae..."
Gush, gush.
The vivid wet sounds fueled her excitement; Lee Cheol-hwa screamed in ecstasy, squirting wildly.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Aroused by the sight, Yang Yeon-ji masturbated her own slit with her free hand.
"Senior... ahng... so... haang... lewd... aaaahn."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Yang Yeon-ji thrust two fingers deep into Lee Cheol-hwa's hole.
"Aaaahn... Ji-mae, so good..."
"Me too... ahng... Senior... ahng..."
Squelch, squelch.
The room filled only with lewd squelches and moans.