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EP.249 Common Sense-Altering Yongbongjihoe (1) 

On the day of the Yongbongjihoe. 

As soon as we arrived, there wasn’t a single vacant inn. 

I thought the crowds were huge before, 

but on the actual day, that was nothing. 

People were packed in like bean sprouts, 

and just moving a little meant constantly bumping into breasts. 

‘Not bad.’ 

Normally, I wouldn’t like crowds, 

but if I get to be buried in all these breasts, it’s a dream come true. 

Thanks to the world’s altered common sense, 

the outfits here revealed more than they covered  

the breasts on display were basically bare skin. 

And maybe because Saoling monopolizes men in China, 

almost everyone around was a woman. 

‘Copping a feel as I walk by… This is a breast buffet. Hm?’ 

Then I suddenly felt a hand brush my crotch. 

Was I imagining it? 

With this many people, accidents happen. 

But it wasn’t just once or twice it kept happening. 

That’s when I realized it wasn’t an accident, but on purpose. 

‘Haa, this is nuts.’ 

Maybe because I’d been behaving myself in China, 

they thought I was easy. 

Fine, if you want my cock, I’ll give it to you. 

But I’m the one in control, not you. 

“Ooh♥!” 

“You’re just giving us your cock? How generous♥!” 

“Ohh…♥! It reaches places my husband’s never could♥!” 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! 

An orgy broke out in the street. 

I summoned clones and started fucking the women around me, 

gradually clearing out the crowded street. 

I’d only been keeping quiet to avoid Saoling’s notice. 

It’s not like I wouldn’t rape anyone. 

Now that Saoling had caught me, I might as well enjoy myself. 

“Ugh! This is how I should be.” 

“I’m glad to see you acting like yourself again, master.” 

Nami, who’d been by my side all along, 

finally seemed relieved, 

sighing and clutching her chest as she watched the street orgy. 

A pine caterpillar should eat pine needles, 

and I’m just meant to fuck women. 

“Have you been behaving yourself?” 

Jeong Sahwa, listening nearby, showed emotion for the first time in a while. 

Is it really that surprising? 

She was the one who told me to behave in the first place. 

Or maybe she never believed I would. 

Considering what I did in Japan and Korea, 

it’d be stupid to trust me. 

“Now that you’ve been caught, there’s no need to restrain yourself.” 

“I know.” 

If I hadn’t been caught, 

I would have kept quiet here too. 

It’s not like I’d get mad over someone just grabbing my cock. 

But this time, it felt like I’d get pussy deficiency syndrome if I didn’t fuck. 

‘Not that I know if that’s a real disease.’ 

Once the street cleared, I stretched out. 

Being surrounded by breasts is nice, 

but I don’t like feeling cramped. 

Just then, a woman behind me seemed to feel the same way, 

taking a deep breath and puffing out her chest. 

“It’s always good to be with you. Would you consider joining the Sichuan Tang Clan?” 

“No.” 

I flatly rejected the offer from Dan Yul, the young mistress of the Tang Clan  

the one I’d gotten tangled up with since arriving. 

After the healing dildo incident, 

she’d reflected deeply. 

Instead of just building a new clinic, 

she handed over the fancy one she’d built right across the street. 

She’d planned to run it into the ground and then demolish it, 

but since it would be a waste, 

she just transferred ownership and asked them to use it well. 

Of course, the clinic owner was happy to leave his old place behind. 

But then… 

“Why are you following us?” 

“Does it matter? With this many people, one more doesn’t make a difference.” 

Even without Dan Yul, there were six of us. 

With her, seven. 

Honestly, as she said, six or seven doesn’t really matter. 

Still, just a few days ago, 

we were trying to kill each other. Is this really okay? 

“Or do you want to use me as a meat hole?” 

“..........” 

Dan Yul blatantly flashed her pussy at me. 

I gave her a score of 5 out of 100. In other words, a failing grade. 

“Huh? Why are you rejecting me? Am I not attractive to you…?” 

“Your seduction technique is sloppy.” 

Does she know how many women I’ve been with? 

If you’re going to be blatant, at least do it well. 

Just flashing your pussy isn’t enough to survive in this world. 

“Anyone want to show her how it’s done?” 

“I’ll show you!” 

Anastasia confidently volunteered. 

I had my doubts, but she was better than Dan Yul, so I let her try. 

She slowly made sticky sounds as she caressed her pussy, 

then squeezed her signature breasts to show how soft they were. 

She gently spread her pussy, revealing pink flesh and strings of clear fluid. 

“Will you give me a chance to take your cock, sir?” 

“Pass!” 

“Ohoook♥!” 

Thrust! 

A perfect score out of 100, no hesitation. 

I immediately penetrated her and gave her the pass. 

Her wet pussy eagerly welcomed my thick cock, 

her womb shuddering with joy at meeting its master. 

Yeah, this is what you wanted, right? I’ll give it to you. 

“Ohoook♥! Sir’s cock…♥! It’s starting a revolution in my pussy♥!” 

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! Thrust! 

It’s almost a Communist slogan, but that’s not the point. 

The important thing is that this female turned me on. 

“Unhook♥! Ohok♥! Please make me a woman who can’t be satisfied without your cock, sir♥!” 

Thrust thrust thrust thrust! 

Spurred on by her seductive words, I pounded her harder. 

That’s an easy task. 

In fact, after tasting my cock, I doubt she could be satisfied by anyone else. 

I thrust fiercely until I reached my limit, then released it all at once. 

“Take it!” 

“Ohoook♥! S-sir’s cum…♥” 

Viewwwwwut! Splurt! Splurt! Splurt! 

Anastasia convulsed as my cum gushed into her, 

her belly swelling with the sound of sloshing liquid. 

Psssh. 

When I finished, she squirted and collapsed. 

Dan Yul, who’d watched the whole thing, looked bewildered. 

“T-then what was the point of everything I learned… Ugh, how embarrassing.” 

She hung her head in shame. 

But what she was really ashamed of wasn’t just flashing her pussy, 

but being so confident in her pathetic seduction. 

Honestly, a 5-point seduction is worth being embarrassed about. 

“Please, take me as your disciple, master!” 

“Hueeeng♥?” 

She bowed her head to Anastasia, 

but Anastasia was in no state to answer. 

Still, Dan Yul didn’t lift her head. 

I couldn’t just watch anymore, so I tried to pull her up  

“What’s going on here?” 

Just then, a blue-haired woman appeared, 

assessed the situation, and pointed her sword at me. 

“What did you do to this woman?” 

“Are you picking a fight with me?” 

She pointed her sword at me, 

but for some reason, I felt no fear  

only confidence that I could win, and a desire to fuck her. 

As if on cue, we both moved at the same time, but Dan Yul looked up. 

“Hmm? Cheongran? Are you here for the Yongbongjihoe too?” 

“Huh, Dan Yul. Why are you here…?” 

They knew each other? 

I froze in surprise, 

but Cheongran quickly recovered, sheathed her sword, and spoke to Dan Yul. 

“Dan Yul, why were you bowing your head? Did that man do something dirty…?” 

“Huh? I was just asking to be accepted as his disciple.” 

She pointed at me  

then at Anastasia lying below. 

Only then did Cheongran realize it was all a misunderstanding, 

her face turning red like in a comic. 

“Sorry. I’ll make it up with my pussy!” 

“You can’t make it up like that!” 

I quickly knocked her sword away. 

Wouldn’t it be nice if she paid with her pussy? 

But this woman had just tried to stab her own pussy with her sword. 

Cheongran seems even crazier than I thought. 

We moved to a nearby inn and had a meal with Cheongran. 

She sat in front of a feast, 

but looked like a dog ordered to wait, drooling in agony. 

“Ugh, it looks so good…” 

Why not just eat? 

“Hurry up and eat.” 

“No, I don’t deserve to…” 

Grrrrr. 

Her stomach growled, and everyone looked at her in disbelief. 

Only then did Cheongran start eating. 

See, no one told you not to eat. 

After the meal, we sipped tea and I learned a bit about her. 

Cheongran full name Namgung Cheongran  

is the young mistress of the Namgung Clan and a friend of Dan Yul from the Tang Clan. 

“But she’s always acting out of heroism before thinking.” 

“Ugh, please stop, Dan Yul.” 

She’s a classic hot-blooded fool acts before she thinks. 

Dan Yul’s explanation made Cheongran blush, 

but she still kept eating. 

Once she was full, she explained why she’d intervened earlier. 

“So you saw a woman bowing to a man in the street and thought something bad was happening?” 

“I’m sorry.” 

It’s a tricky situation. 

Logically, she was right, 

but in this world, bowing your head is nothing. 

People thank you for raping them in the street. 

Maybe she’s too dumb for her common sense to be altered. 

That thought crossed my mind, 

but I dismissed it as rude. 

“So why did you come here, Cheongran?” 

“Oh, I came to compete in the Yongbongjihoe.” 

Competing in the Yongbongjihoe means she must be pretty skilled. 

“How strong are you?” 

“Of course, I’m so strong you might pee yourself if you see me in action.” 

She looked at me as she said it. 

Me, pee myself? 

It’s more likely I’d make her pee from fucking her. 

Or should I challenge her to a duel? 

I reached for my sword, but  

“Kim Jinwoo, calm down.” 

Jeong Sahwa stopped me. 

Was Cheongran really that strong? 

Or was there some reason not to fight here? 

I glared at her, but Jeong Sahwa sighed and said, 

“Inns aren’t for fighting.” 

“Huh? What do you mean?” 

“You don’t know?” 

She looked at me curiously. 

Why say something so obvious? 

She looked around and asked quietly, 

“Have you never read martial arts novels?” 

“No.” 

“How can that be…” 

Of all the time we’ve spent together, 

she’d never shown so much emotion. 

Was it really that shocking? 

She collected herself and explained. 

“Usually, there are lots of fights in inns.” 

“Not just a few, right?” 

“If an inn appears, you can bet there’ll be a fight.” 

What kind of logic is that? 

So where do people eat? 

I stared at her in disbelief, and she coughed awkwardly. 

“Anyway, don’t fight here. It bothers other people.” 

“So, is it okay to rape here?” 

“Of course.” 

I’ll never get used to this world. 

Still, thanks to Jeong Sahwa, I cooled off a bit. 

“Too bad. I was looking forward to seeing your skills.” 

“Sorry, but I’m just a regular guy. I don’t know any martial arts.” 

I calmly sipped my tea. 

Cheongran slammed the table, her face pale. 

“Don’t lie! How could you make a wager like that and be a regular guy?” 

“…Wager?” 

I looked confused, 

and Jeong Sahwa sighed as if to say, “You don’t even know that?” 

Why sigh instead of just explaining? 

“It’s unbelievable. Collecting wagers without martial arts… I’ll see you in the tournament.” 

Cheongran left first. 

Wait, tournament? 

Does she think I’m competing in the Yongbongjihoe? 

Maybe, as Dan Yul said, she’s mistaken again. 

‘Hmm, whenever I think that, I end up competing somehow.’ 

I don’t know much about martial arts, 

but I feel like I just set a big flag. 

I thought about it seriously for a moment, 

but then remembered I wasn’t qualified to compete and pushed it from my mind. 

“Next up, one of the few men Seonchun of the Mount Hua Sect!” 

I really shouldn’t have said anything.