The Eunuch Regains His Manhood in the Second Round

33. 100% Black Masked Man

The martial arts challenge letter written by Jeon Young at the communal inn was sent to the Shadow Society by three castrated black-clad men.

The dark side of Hwajeong County.

A place where the darkness of Hwajeong County, a village where pilgrims gather to visit the famous mountains of the three teachings of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism (儒佛仙), converges.

When the Communal Sect was in its prime, not a single hair of black-clad men or ruffians could be found. But after the fall of the Communal Sect, they began to gather like flies, and now, fifty years later, they have grown into a force that dominates the entire Hwajeong County under the banner of the Shadow Society.

A manor with the signboard of the Shadow Society.

In the depths of the manor, the leader was facing three black-clad men.

“They sent a martial arts challenge letter from the Communal Sect?”

The leader’s gaze, seated at the head seat, turned to the three black-clad men.

“Yes, yes, that’s correct.”

“A martial arts challenge letter from the likes of the Communal Sect······.”

The leader shook the martial arts challenge letter, handwritten by Jeon Young, the head of the Communal Sect, in his hand.

The Communal Sect.

Indeed, it was an unmistakable top sect of Gansu Province that possessed unparalleled fame until fifty years ago.

The leader also had memories of hearing about the glory of the Communal Sect from storytellers when he was young.

But now, it was nothing more than a fallen sect with only its old glory remaining.

Therefore, displeasure arose on the leader’s face.

A fallen sect, backed by the Black Dragon Gang, daring to send a martial arts challenge letter to the ever-rising Shadow Society.

It was displeasing.

The problem was that they couldn’t ignore the martial arts challenge letter sent by them.

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Even after 50 years, there were still many people in Gansu Province who remembered the glory of the Gongdong Sect.

The Gongdong Sect had reigned as the top sect in Gansu for over five hundred years. That fact could not be easily forgotten in just 50 years.

It was a challenge letter personally written by the head of the Gongdong Sect.

No matter how much of a black path gang they were, it was not something that could be easily ignored.

Moreover.

‘Did they say he precisely cut off only the testicles with a single sword strike? That brat named Lee Cheolsu from the Gongdong Sect.’

The cold gaze of the leader swept over the three black path members.

The skills of the three black path members who brought the challenge letter were barely third-rate at best. However, even so, the skill to deflect all attacks in a one-on-three battle with a single sword strike and then precisely cut off the testicles of all three with the second strike could not be called ordinary, even as a compliment.

Simply killing three people was something the leader himself, who was just entering the first-rate level, could do as easily as breathing.

But to precisely cut off only the testicles in a chaotic battle was difficult.

‘Did they say even a dried-up camel is bigger than a horse? I thought the fallen sect would not have much power, but to think they had this much strength.’

The martial prowess of Jeon Yeong, the head of the Gongdong Sect, was at the level of a mature first-rate master.

The martial prowess of his disciple, Yoo Jin-hwi, was not precisely known, but according to rumors in the marketplace, he was a prodigy.

And Yoo Jin-hwi’s junior, Lee Cheolsu.

The one who cut off the testicles of the three black path members and instilled fear in them.

Only fourteen years old, Yoo Jin-hwi’s junior. If his martial prowess was at that level, Yoo Jin-hwi’s martial prowess was likely even stronger.

The combined strength of these three was equivalent to the entire elite of the Sayeong Society.

‘They are evenly matched.’

The leader judged that the strength of the Gongdong Sect was evenly matched with the Sayeong Society, making a draw possible.

The Sayeong Society had far more numbers, but the Gongdong Sect had a slight edge in high-level masters.

It was the limit of a third-rate black path gang from the back alleys.

How should he respond, the leader was tapping the armrest of his chair when.

“Ha, they said it was a challenge letter to the great men of the Black Dragon Gang!”

One of the black path members reported to the leader.

A challenge letter to the Black Dragon Gang instead of the Sayeong Society?

The leader’s face twisted.

“The guts of those Gongdong Sect b*stards have grown beyond their bodies.”

The Black Dragon Gang was a large black path gang based in Sichuan.

It was a major sect that occupied one of the eight seats supporting the Sado Alliance and had a power that did not fall short compared to the six great families of the orthodox sects.

To send a challenge letter to such a Black Dragon Gang?

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It was an unbelievable feat for the fallen Gongdong Sect.

The leader tore open the martial arts challenge letter and examined its contents.

“A series of duels between the posthumous disciples of the second and third generations. The Gongdong Sect’s price is fifty years of closure, while the Black Dragon Gang’s price is the complete withdrawal of the Sayeong Association and the Black Dragon Gang…”

The conditions were absurdly favorable to the Black Dragon Gang.

The only condition that favored the Gongdong Sect was that the posthumous disciples of the same age as Yoo Jin-hwi and Lee Cheol-soo would be put forward.

But even that would be meaningless if Wi So-ryeon, the Black Dragon of the demonic sect, stepped forward.

No matter how great Yoo Jin-hwi’s achievements were, as rumored in Hwajeong-hyeon, they could not compare to Wi So-ryeon, who was renowned throughout the martial world.

The leader’s mind raced.

If the Gongdong Sect and the Sayeong Association fought with all their might, the result would be mutual destruction.

So, it was advantageous to push this matter onto the Black Dragon Gang as written in the martial arts challenge letter.

However, officially, the Sayeong Association and the Black Dragon Gang had no relation, and crucially, if they shifted the responsibility in this manner, who knew what the Black Dragon Gang might say.

Therefore, they had to take some action before pushing it onto them.

The leader, determined to restrain the Gongdong Sect without suffering any losses, parted his lips.

“We cannot trouble the esteemed members of the Black Dragon Gang with such a trivial matter. Our association will handle it…”

“There is no need.”

A cold woman’s voice cut off the leader’s words.

Swoosh.

Soon, a figure emerged from the shadow cast behind the leader’s chair.

A female master in black martial attire, wearing a bamboo hat and a veil over her face.

Hwa Myeon Ho Geom (Disaster-Faced Fox Sword) Yeo Ye-ryeong.

She was a top-tier female master dispatched by the Black Dragon Gang as a guest to monitor and communicate with the Sayeong Association and to serve as a strategic force.

Her face was disfigured by burns on one side, so she usually covered it with a veil. Her notoriety for bringing disaster wherever she went was well-known in the martial world.

Naturally, she was a much higher-ranking master than the leader and acted on behalf of the Black Dragon Gang’s will, so the leader had no choice but to treat her like a superior, even though she was a woman.

“I will go.”

“There is no need for you to step forward, esteemed lady. Our association will…”

“Do not make me repeat myself.”

“…Understood. Then I will leave it to you.”

Yeo Ye-ryeong, having heard the leader’s words, left the room with a cold wind.

Her lips twisted beneath the veil.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve had such an amusing diversion.’

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No matter how much of a hobby it is, the task of monitoring a third-rate black gang is one of the most idle. I was thinking of leaving Hwajeong-hyeon out of boredom.

In such a situation, the Gongdongpa came up with such an interesting trick.

Yeo Yeryeong, who had left the mansion of the Sayeonghoe, kicked off the ground and performed lightness skill.

Her mesmerizing movements in black martial arts attire split the moonlight of Hwajeong-hyeon.

*

That evening.

It was a rather important day as I had sent out the martial arts manual, but I spent my day as usual.

Training in the afternoon, jogging with my senior brother at night.

It’s been a year since I started running with sandbags.

I had developed such cardiopulmonary endurance that I could now run several laps around the main mountain without getting out of breath, relying solely on my physical strength.

‘I’m still far from the realm of the king of stamina.’

After finishing my exercise, I sat on the mountain gate to cool down my heated body and closed my eyes to observe my inner self.

The more my cardiopulmonary endurance improved, the more my stamina increased.

I could feel the effects of running through my daily jelqing exercises, hanging exercises, and morning tent.

As my cardiopulmonary endurance increased, the amount and duration of blood supplied to the corpora cavernosa naturally increased, allowing me to maintain the firmness of the pillar for a longer time.

It was a victory of modern medicine. This is why everyone in the otherworldly stories talks about modern knowledge.

If I continue my training like this, it won’t be a dream to reach the realm of turning the paulownia wheel of the slave I longed for when I become an adult.

‘Hehehe.’

I imagined myself turning the paulownia wheel there in my mind.

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With that level of stamina, I wouldn’t get tired even if I shared the joy of clouds and rain every day for 365 days a year.

Imagining a future where I possessed overwhelming stamina that could send someone to paradise in one go, I performed Kegel exercises while sitting on the mountain gate.

Twitch.

The pubococcygeus muscle moved, stimulating my member.

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My left arm, Seo Chang’s Jang In-tae, Jo Pil-jun. He was a pervert among perverts, a homos*xual eunuch. Originally, the profession of eunuch was filled with those who had abnormal desires, except for me, a normal man with a craving for glamorous beauties.

But Jo Pil-jun was a bit extreme. He had the damn hobby of enjoying beautiful young men more than women.

Because of this, his mansion was filled with pretty boy servants, and he would gather eunuchs with the same tastes to throw parties that were horrifying to even think about.

The Seo Chang he governed was full of gay men, and while he urged me to embrace homos*xuality, he would babble about how men were better than women. Even the one who was exiled was from Seo Chang.

Jo Pil-jun himself was competent, and thankfully, he never brought up the subject of homos*xuality in front of me, whether in public or private. If he had, oh, that would have been dreadful.

Anyway, Seo Chang’s Byung Pil-tae, Jo Pil-jun, had quite the fondness for Yoo Jin-hwi. Did he say he was the best-looking man?

At that time, I thought it was nonsense, but now I see that among the young men Jo Pil-jun had, none matched that beauty.

‘Why am I having such terrible thoughts?’

Suddenly realizing this, I was taken aback and erased the memories of Jo Pil-jun and that damn past life.

Regardless, no matter how pretty, a man is still a man. He is not my target. Rather, he is an object of caution.

Maybe it’s because I’ve grown more mature lately, but I hadn’t been as attached as before, so I felt relieved. But suddenly, what was this?

I had been continuing my nightly jogs with him, but these days, after jogging, we would only greet each other and I would go in first, never having a proper conversation.

We had clearly greeted each other earlier.

As I pondered this, I asked him back.

“What brings you here, So-jae?”

“······Well······.”

He looked slightly flustered, lowering his gaze and kicking at an innocent stone.

“······I’m sorry.”

He spoke to me in a small voice.

I could see his earlobes turning red.

Sorry? Out of the blue?

Could it be that he was choked up earlier at the inn because of this?

“I, I clearly decided to protect the priest back then······. I couldn’t do that at the inn. Even though you’re my brother······.”

He mumbled in a voice as small as a mosquito.

It seemed that the kind, no, the pushover brother was troubled by not being able to help me at the inn.

Well, this much was within the realm of expectation.

“It’s alright, brother. I am now a proud disciple of the joint faction and a member of the martial world. It is right for me to resolve my own matters. I apologize for dragging you into this without seeking your consent.”

In my haste, I had used Yoo Jin-hwi’s name, but it was something that should have been discussed beforehand.

It would have been something he would have allowed anyway, but since I had to play the role of a polite priest, I said this to him.

At my words, my brother shook his head vigorously.

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“Uh, no. It’s okay. Actually, I’m glad you said that. I’m also a disciple of this sect… As your senior brother, I naturally intended to participate in the duel. Even if you hadn’t said anything… I would have… Because I promised…”

Senior Brother said with a bashful smile.

His smile was still radiant.

“Thank you for forgiving Wooje’s rudeness, Senior Brother.”

“No, it’s okay. Are you sleepy? It’s late…”

Senior Brother averted his gaze again and asked me in a small voice.

As he said, it was my usual bedtime.

If I want to grow taller, I should be sleeping now.

But tonight, I can’t.

‘Because the Black Masked Man is on the move.’

Although I sent the duel invitation to the Saryeong Association, they are the Black Path.

There is no guarantee they will respond to the duel invitation as honorably as the Orthodox Path.

There was also the possibility that they might hire the eternal night friends of the medieval murim, the Black Masked Men, to raid the main mountain.

So, I planned to stay awake a bit longer to confirm if the Black Masked Men were coming, then open my senses and sleep.

After all, the Gongdong Sect is the core of the Heroic Ten-Year Plan. If the Gongdong Sect is hit, it will be troublesome.

When courting a woman, the Orthodox Path is more presentable and attractive than the Unorthodox Path.

“Wooje, the moon is bright tonight, so I can’t sleep. I’ll get some fresh air and come back. You go ahead and sleep, Senior Brother.”

The half-moon was indeed quite bright.

The moonlit scenery of the Gongdong Sect was quite beautiful.

Was the moonlit night of Red Cliff, sung by Su Dongpo, like this?

‘At times like this, I should be sharing a drink with a beauty and naturally leading to a night of passion.’

The process of getting to the bed is more important than the bed itself.

Creating the right atmosphere and talk to bring an absolute beauty to the bed is the essence of seduction.

If you create a good talk and atmosphere, the chances of spending a night with a beauty increase.

This is what we call the ‘moment of passion.’

In that sense, the splendid moonlit night illuminating the Gongdong Mountain was perfect for leading to a night of passion.

If only there was a beauty beside me! Then I could naturally share a drink and enjoy a night of passion!

But unfortunately, the only one beside me was Senior Brother.

Senior Brother, who had been silent for a moment at my words.

When our eyes met, he quickly turned his head away.

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Why is he acting like that?

“Really? If you can’t sleep… Should I stay with you?”

Senior Brother whispered in a small voice.

Stay with me?

Not a woman, but a man, to watch the moon together?

That can’t happen.

After taking away my innocence and first time like that, now he wants to take away moon-gazing too.

No, I can’t allow it. I calmed my boiling insides and smiled softly.

“It’s okay, Senior Brother. Tonight, I want to be alone. You must be tired from today’s events, so please go in and rest. I’ll stay a bit longer and then go to sleep, so don’t worry about me.”

He should understand this much.

Senior Brother’s eyes trembled as he heard my words.

He drooped his shoulders and lowered his head, speaking in a small voice.

“Uh, okay. Got it.”

After finishing his reply, he quickly dashed into the mountain gate.

Finally, it’s quiet.

As I thought that and sat down at the mountain gate, awakening my senses and doing Kegel exercises, I sensed a presence from afar.

A presence different from Jeon Young and Yoo Jin-hwi’s.

It was 100% a black-masked man.

I quickly stood up, combining Kegel exercises with the operation of my internal energy.

As my PC muscles were stimulated by the Kegel exercises and internal energy operation, a pillar of fire naturally rose.

My lower body was heated by physiological phenomena, but my brain was dominated by cold reason.

I knew this would happen.

Anyway, those demonic sect b*stards must have a disease that kills them if they don’t send black-masked men.