All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 112: The Perfect Husband Material? (18+)

Tap... Tap...

In a barren land far from the Central Plains—a place scorned as the Demonic Cult by the Central Plains but revered as the Heavenly Demon Divine Cult here—the military strategist furrowed his brow, poring over the latest report.

"Is this even possible?"

He was accustomed to sifting through and judging every scrap of intelligence from their spies, but this piece was hard to swallow, even for him.

"A foresight ability akin to prophecy..."

There had always been charlatans claiming to see the future, scamming the gullible. At first, he’d dismissed this as another fraud. But this time, he couldn’t brush it off so easily.

The source was none other than the Sword Mistress of the righteous faction.

Even in the Demonic Cult, where suspicion of the hypocritical righteous faction was the default, she was one of the rare figures deemed trustworthy—praised as a genuinely just person despite her affiliation. Her word carried weight.

"I know she’s not one to lie, but... I’m not sure."

As a strategist, his role demanded skepticism of every report, no matter the source. Even if it came from the Sword Mistress, whose decades of goodwill lent her credibility, blind faith wasn’t an option.

"Hoo..."

He wiped his glasses, letting out a deep sigh. The headache was one thing, but lately, he’d been grappling with a growing disillusionment toward his role as the Cult’s strategist.

It was only natural.

The Heavenly Demon Divine Cult was inherently domineering, clinging to a centuries-old ambition of conquering the Central Plains. Every leader before the current one—previous Heavenly Demons included—had embraced this goal without question, striving tirelessly toward it. Some had come tantalizingly close to bringing the Central Plains under the Cult’s heel.

But this Heavenly Demon was different.

["It’s a hassle."]

She holed up in her quarters, treating life as a tedious bore, showing no interest in conquering the Central Plains or even managing the Cult. The pleas and desperation of the Elders fell on deaf ears. She rarely appeared before the followers, only gracing internal events with her presence sporadically—and even then, it was perfunctory.

Whether her followers pursued the conquest or not, she didn’t spare a glance. Occasionally, she’d summon those who’d achieved something notable, forcing them to sit through a drinking session under the guise of a reward, but that was the extent of her activity. Unlike her predecessors, she didn’t burn her days in cultivation either.

It was conduct utterly unbecoming of the supreme leader of a faction—the Heavenly Demon herself—yet no one dared voice dissent or stage a rebellion. She’d ascended to her position by tearing the previous leader apart with her own hands. No one in the world could defy such an absolute being.

"Is there even a point to my efforts?"

He set the report down on the desk, sighing again. For decades, she’d shown no enthusiasm for conquest, but he couldn’t defy her orders.

"Bring me interesting stories."

A command to alleviate the boredom of an apathetic tyrant.

People often view drugs as dangerous—banned in most nations—because of their addictiveness. Once hooked, escape through normal means becomes impossible. Addicts sacrifice family, wealth, and friends, clawing desperately for one more hit. Their pitiful state is a stark testament to the peril.

But the true terror of drugs lies elsewhere.

Even when they get that precious dose, their thirst isn’t quenched. The more they crave, the worse it grows, driving them to seek more until they’re hollow shells, incapable of functioning without it.

For those already ensnared, only two paths remain to avoid ruin: resist the temptation early and break free, or gain the means to sate the craving whenever it strikes.

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Slap! Slap!

How many times had it been now?

Twitch! Twitch!

"Hnngh... ♥"

Another climax joined the tally I’d long stopped counting. It was as if all the nutrients meant for my height had been rerouted to my libido—despite multiple releases, my erection stood firm, unyielding.

"Haa... Haa... ♥"

Dang Ah-young trembled, savoring the hot flood of semen filling her womb. She looked like a beast in heat. Her flushed face and fevered expression—almost as if hearts danced in her eyes—were a far cry from the Dang Ah-young I knew. The woman I’d known was playful, sure, but never this lascivious.

"More... It’s not enough... More..." she panted.

"L-Lady... I’m exhausted. I really can’t..." I pleaded.

Squeeze!

"Hngh?!"

"It’s standing so strong—how can you say that? You’ve just been lying there this whole time. I’ve been doing all the moving because of your stamina, and you’re complaining?"

"T-That’s not it..."

She wasn’t entirely wrong. Yesterday, she’d wanted me to take the lead, but today, sober and fumbling, I couldn’t replicate it. My frail stamina failed me—I couldn’t even thrust properly atop her. Exhausted, I’d collapsed on the bed, and now she rode me, her hips driving the pace.

From her perspective, I was just lying there, barely contributing. She might wonder what was so hard about that. But—

"My body’s really hurting..."

The sheer volume of energy drained with each release was immense. The pleasure from her relentless grip wore me down, and the muscle contractions during ejaculation piled on more fatigue. I was already dreading tomorrow’s muscle soreness.

"I’m still not satisfied..."

She started to speak, her face steeped in lust, then clamped her mouth shut. For a while, she wore a troubled expression, deep in thought, before—

Smile.

"Okay, you’re really tired, huh? I’ve been selfish, only thinking of myself. I should’ve considered the physical differences between men and women," she said, her tone suddenly gentle and warm.

The shift was so swift and seamless that I blinked in confusion, wondering if this was the same person.

"...Lady?" I ventured.

"So let’s call it a night and rest. We can build your stamina up gradually," she suggested.

Squelch...

True to her word, she lifted her hips, sliding me out. My semen-coated member emerged, glistening white, hinting at the mess inside her.

"Uh... Are you sure that’s okay?" I asked.

"Of course! Do I look like someone who’d force a tired person? Even if we’re engaged, there are lines to respect. Pushing someone who says no is straight-up rape," she reasoned.

"Y-Yeah..."

I nodded awkwardly, still mulling over her intentions. Was this a ploy to lower my guard? But why bother—she could overpower me with one hand if she wanted.

"...Well..."

"But I do have a favor to ask," she added.

Of course—rest came with a price.

"I’ll teach you about my body—about a woman’s body..."

Squish.

She guided my hand to her chest. As her bandages loosened, the soft, substantial flesh beneath offered a familiar yet novel sensation.

"Make me feel even better," she urged.

"...Huh?"

"It’s called foreplay. Like what you did to me yesterday—acts beyond just penetration to heighten pleasure. It’s essential etiquette for lovers to master for a fulfilling sex life," she explained.

"...Oh."

I wasn’t flustered because I didn’t know what foreplay was. This body might look innocent, but inside, I was a soul from Earth, well-versed in all sorts of entertainment. I knew the basics.

...Though I’d never practiced them.

Still, her intent became clear. Since I was too weak to keep up physically, she wanted me to hone my technique—to satisfy her desires despite my frailty.

"...Fine. That’s better."

Rather than being crushed under her, exhausting myself, it might be smarter to learn how to please her quickly, as she suggested.

Not that I disliked sex. Early on, I’d enjoyed the pleasure too. But after round upon round, trembling through forced climaxes, fear crept in. The overwhelming ecstasy—blanking my mind, making me forget who I was—felt like I might lose myself entirely.

Shiver.

Instinct screamed danger. This body had absurd stamina but zero resistance to pleasure. If Dang Ah-young’s lust ever fully unleashed, I’d be in peril. On Earth, they’d call it "female corruption"—succumbing to pleasure, offering body and soul. Was I heading toward "male corruption"? A silly thought, but the crisis was real.

I couldn’t let myself break. I was supposed to manage her—not the other way around. That’d ruin everything, especially with my life on the line.

"Don’t forget. Your survival depends on this."

"Then let’s rest today and start tomorrow—"

"Wait a sec," she interrupted.

As I slumped, drained in body and spirit, her face dipped between my legs. Realizing she was eyeing my semen-slicked member with that same lustful gaze, I snapped my thighs shut—but her hands pried them apart effortlessly.

"You’ll have trouble washing like this, so I’ll clean you up," she declared.

"W-Wait, you don’t have to—"

Slurp!