The Second Eunuch Regains His Manhood

Chapter 139



Chapter 139: Wasn’t She a Disciple?!

Thud.

Lady Gu, whose whole body had stiffened from being subdued by the Blood Path’s aura, collapsed and rolled around on the floor.

The horn had been blown, so the Heavenly Alliance would soon arrive to handle the situation. No matter how you looked at it, Lady Gu’s extravagant Color Technique and Soul Binding Art were clearly at odds with her publicly presented image of only practicing martial arts for self-defense.

A brief meeting in the Chamber of Truth would surely spill some juicy details.

Although the situation ended rather anticlimactically, this was actually better. If something bad happened, and either the disciple or I got hurt, it would be a disaster.

Besides, wasn’t the Yongbong Society around the corner? I needed to manage my condition to receive the title of Sword Dragon.

Just then, I thought.

“Ugh…!”

A strange sound emanated from the disciple, who had turned her back to me.

That was…

It sounded like a bizarre moan of suppressed desires. A moan?

Why all of a sudden? Just as I was taken by surprise.

The aura radiating from her body began to falter. It was a different kind of aura from the earlier Imposing Formless Qi—sticky and decadent, it flowed from her body erratically.

It was completely different from the sharp, well-refined aura of the disciple I usually knew; if I had to compare it, it was similar to Jeoksawol, a master of Color Technique.

Similar to Jeoksawol’s aura? That sent chills down my spine.

‘No way… The disciple hasn’t fallen victim to the Spring Drug, has she?’

Spring Drug.

Also known as Chun-gi, it amplifies the desires of men and women. If we put it in modern terms, it’s like Viagra. The difference is that while Viagra only enhances male sexual function, the Spring Drug works equally on both genders.

In other words, it’s far more effective than a combination of Viagra and female sexual enhancement drugs like flibanserin—it’s medieval martial arts’ mystical counterpart surpassing modern medicine.

However, despite sharing the same name, the ingredients, purity, concentration, and recipe of these drugs varied immensely in grade and efficacy.

From low-grade Spring Drugs that induce slight sexual excitement to the supreme-grade variety that, upon skin contact, permeates the body and turns one into a beast driven mad by lust, there were all kinds.

When one reaches the mastery level, the low-grade Spring Drugs can be detoxified naturally, like alcohol poisoning.

But the supreme-grade Spring Drug was different. Even masters would turn into monsters overcome by carnal desires. The supreme-grade Spring Drug from this medieval martial arts world nearly matched the all-powerful drug from the old kung fu novels, famed for its magical effects.

Not only were supreme-grade Spring Drugs staggering in effectiveness, but they also cost a fortune and were incredibly difficult to make, rendering them rare.

Of course, I was aiming for a union of body and mind with cloud and rain pleasure, rather than a physical union. Using the Spring Drug for cloud and rain pleasure would lead to a physical connection devoid of the heart—a deviation from true cloud and rain pleasure. Therefore, I had no interest in both the Spring Drug and drug-induced sex.

“Ugh, ugh…”

The disciple continued to moan and turned her gaze toward me.

With her stunning beauty, known as the country’s most beautiful, her face was now flushed a pretty pink.

Her eyes had long lost their focus, devoid of reason.

A powerful aura erupted from her body. Clearly, she had fallen victim to the supreme-grade Spring Drug, crafted by the Blood Sect’s Vision.

Damn it.

“Ugh…”

The disciple twisted her body as she approached me. I immediately attempted to use my Defensive Technique.

If she truly had been affected by the supreme-grade Spring Drug, I needed to get out of there right away.

If not, the lust-driven disciple would pounce on me.

In the moment, she looked like the world’s most beautiful woman, yet I knew her original gender was male.

Though I had my doubts about her gender, it wasn’t enough to firmly decide she was not a woman.

What would happen if she, under the influence of the Spring Drug, became a beast driven crazy with lust and pounced on me?

I felt a shiver up my spine.

My precious virginity was at stake. I couldn’t devote it to a drug. I had to ensure the perfect atmosphere, the best bed, and a mutually understanding partner for true sex.

Not sex under the influence of drugs. Moreover, the partner wasn’t even a woman, but a man!

Thoughts of the noblemen advocating for homosexuality and that one insane Golden Restricted Position male who tried to subdue and violate me flooded back. If I hadn’t had my hidden emergency escape plan then, I would’ve lost my purity right then!

That horrific past resurfaced.

Just the thought frightened me—homosexuality was a definite no!

So I had to escape. And then find the world’s worst doctor, Dang Yeong-ryeong. Surely he wouldn’t fail to detoxify just one Spring Drug, right?

“Disciple… can’t… escape…”

As I tried to slip away, an overwhelming black aura erupted from the disciple’s body. Flash.

Her body, overtaken by lust, became blurred. Crash!

In an instant, I was unable to resist and was tackled to the ground by the disciple. My head throbbed as it hit the floor.

With bloodshot eyes, she stared at me, gripping my wrist tightly.

“Disciple, you can’t escape…”

The flushed disciple grinned, her laughter akin to heavenly smiles. I nearly lost my senses.

But she’s a man. I couldn’t let a man take me from behind. I struggled desperately, but I couldn’t contain the rampaging disciple, an absolute master who had reached the Stage of Transcendence.

The Spring Drug wasn’t poison. Therefore, being affected by it wouldn’t scatter one’s martial prowess or disrupt one’s inner power management.

Rather, as lust surged, one’s inner power often spiked beyond normal limits—much like being on performance-enhancing drugs. That was precisely the case with the disciple now.

“Disciple… huff… huff… Disciple… my precious Disciple…”

The disciple laughed as she gently stroked my cheek with her beautiful voice.

I flinched. My vision swam. My mind was at the Stage of Transcendence, but my body was merely exceptional.

Escaping from the disciple, who was a master of Cheonmuji-che and the Stage of Transcendence, was impossible.

Was I really going to be subjected to homosexual acts? No way…! I had already given her my first embrace, my first shoulder kiss.

But virginity was another story. No matter how beautiful she was, no matter that she was a disciple, I couldn’t give my purity to a man…!

Just as I tried to resist once more.

“Hah… huff… so hot…”

With a flushed face, the disciple whispered heatedly in my ear.

Rustle.

With that, her clothes began to fall one by one to the floor.

And before my very eyes…

The disciple’s naked body was revealed.

In the dim light of the yellow candle, her smooth bosom resembled a moon, her fine waist akin to a willow, with abs that boasted of an 11-pack, and further down…

Wait a second.

Not between the legs?

The moment I confirmed the disciple’s gender, I froze on the spot.

So… the disciple was… really a woman? The disciple… wasn’t just a disciple but a true woman?

Geomseong Yujinhwi… dressed as a man… was a woman?

A woman…?

No, seriously? The moment I directly confirmed her gender, my mind went blank.

Thinking back, from my entrance to the Gongdong Sect until now, I had never seen the disciple’s naked body even once. Of course, I hated the thought of bathing or sharing a bed with any man, so in a way, it was fortunate for me.

But what about the disciple? Bathing and sleeping together was a recommended way of building camaraderie in the martial world among same-gender siblings.

Yet, she had never once suggested bathing with me.

We always used separate rooms every time. Even though the finances of the Gongdong Sect weren’t great… she insisted on having her own room.

I thought the disciple was a man. I had gone through verification of Dongchang and Seochang, and she had not shown any signs of menstruation, which only men were supposed to possess.

If the disciple had had her monthly period, I, with my keen sense of smell, wouldn’t have missed it.

But what if she was a woman? What if she disguised her gender as a man for the reconstruction of the Gongdong Sect? What if she inherited the Cheonmuji-che’s qualities, which only appeared in men, but never exhibited any signs of menstruation as a side effect?

Then everything would make sense.

Yes.

The disciple was a woman. The classic trope of a girl disguised as a boy in martial arts novels.

“Disciple…”

The memories of the time spent together in the Gongdong Sect replayed like a panorama.

If the emperor had been like family to me before my regression, then after my regression, the disciple had taken that place.

Honestly, I hadn’t liked the disciple at first. After all, she was an absolutely stunning beauty who had garnered attention from all the women in my first life. I thought she would be a stumbling block in my hero-like path.

But I couldn’t avoid her either. After all, the position of being the disciple of a future Sword Master or the world’s greatest martial artist was necessary for my future endeavors.

So I decided to treat her as a business partner, at least initially.

But as time passed…

I unknowingly became attached to the disciple. Her naïve and overly kind demeanor, without any suspicion towards me, just made her seem foolish.

Perhaps I had become emotionally attached to her after spending the longest time with her after my regression. I might have even started to think of the disciple as family. Yes, I thought of her as a good-natured little sister.

But now…

That good-natured little sister I thought was actually a girl, my ideal female beauty?

I couldn’t believe it. So, the intense kiss on my shoulder and the times she held me while crying were actually me, nestled in a beautiful woman’s embrace, receiving her kisses on my shoulder and hugs at every opportunity?

‘Crazy!’

As I recalled the old days spent with the disciple, my face flushed. My heart raced unknowingly. This was madness. If the disciple was a woman, then all of her previous actions—damn it.

I was going to go insane.

No, this wasn’t the time for that. Swoosh.

The disciple—no, should I now call her Sa-jeo? In any case, Yujinhwi’s delicate hand caressed my chest.

Her beautiful black hair cascaded over my chest like a waterfall.

Yujinhwi spoke to me in a heated voice.

“…Disciple…”

“…Were you a woman?”

Upon hearing my words, the disciple’s vacant eyes flickered with a glimmer of reason. Her face flushed red. Her cheeks trembled. She bit her lip.

“Th-that… Disciple… umm…”

With her reason returning, the flushed disciple released my wrist. Covering her blushing face, she hurriedly splashed cold water on her face.

“Disciple, umm… I… I’m sorry…!!”

The disciple quickly got up from my body. Just as she was about to dash out of the room.

Grab.

I caught her by the arm.



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