I died like a loser.
Alone. Pants halfway down. Dried-up tissue crumpled on the floor. My chest tight, my breath weak, my vision blurry. I think my last memory was trying to finish a JAV scene I'd watched one too many times. I came, then collapsed.
And that's when I woke up.
But not in a hospital. Not in heaven.
I woke up inside her.
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Warm. Wet. Pressure on my chest. A soft gasp tickled my ear. Something bounced against my ribs. My arms wouldn't move, but my senses were on fire.
When my eyes finally opened, I saw her.
A woman in her late twenties, naked from the waist up. Her breasts slick with sweat, nipples brushing my bare chest. She was straddling me, slowly grinding her hips. Her long black hair was damp and clinging to her back, her robe kicked to the side.
I tried to speak. My throat was dry.
"Shh," she whispered, "your qi is blocked. You've been unconscious for two days. I need to warm your channels with my body."
What?
I couldn't process it, but my body did. My cock pulsed against her bare skin. She didn't stop — didn't even hesitate. Her expression wasn't seductive. It was focused. Professional. She was healing me with her body. Skin-to-skin, no shame, no hesitation.
That's when I knew.
This wasn't Earth.
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Her name was Yoo Seorin. A wandering doctor. Not affiliated with any sect or clan. She had found me collapsed near a small village. Broken ribs, blocked meridians, shallow breath. I should've died.
She brought me back using body-to-body healing — a technique I would later learn was normal here.
They had no bras here. No panties. Women dressed in layered robes and wraps, nothing underneath. When they moved, jumped, fought — their bodies showed. Breasts bounced, thighs flashed, lower lips peeked out. No one flinched.
This was the world of Murim.
Where power ruled all, and sex followed strength.
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I learned quickly.
On this continent — one of several — the strong took what they wanted. If a King raped a woman, she was praised for being blessed. If he took his daughter into his bed, she was honored as his disciple. This was not perversion here. It was law. Culture. Tradition.
The Ten Great Families ruled the land. Each had dozens of branch families like mine — scattered throughout provinces, maintaining bloodlines, waiting for a chance to be recognized.
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I was born into the Seo Branch Family — a third-rate bloodline hanging onto the name of one of the Greats. Weak, forgotten, mocked.
My father was a low-level martial artist. My mother, a former concubine. I had two older sisters who bullied me and flirted with stronger cousins. One younger sister who looked at me with innocent curiosity — but even she knew I was at the bottom of the house.
I was 19.
Until two days ago, I had no idea what this world truly was.
Now I did.
And the moment I understood it, I knew what I wanted.
Power.
To fuck.
To rise.
To rule.
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While still recovering, I began training. I dug into the old manuals my branch family had — garbage techniques, barely worthy of copying. But I trained like a mad dog. Day and night. Every strike, every stance, every breath. I mastered those trash techniques.
Because I knew this was my only way up.
And then the letter came.
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A delegation from the Main Seo Family had arrived.
Not the high elders. Not noble masters. But a few low-level instructors and enforcement elders — strong, but not so important that anyone bowed too deeply.
They had come for the 19-year-old sons and daughters of the branch families.
"Those qualified," one of them said with a smirk, "will be taken to the main estate. To learn real martial arts. To be used properly."
Used.
They didn't hide the meaning.
Ten students were selected from our estate — including me. Most were excited. Others scared.
But I was ready.
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The enrollment exam was brutal.
Test 1 to 5: Martial skill.
Combat stance.
Basic technique forms.
Reaction speed.
Qi perception.
Weapon familiarity.
I crushed them. My branch family's techniques might've been trash, but I had perfected them. I saw the way the instructors watched me after my fourth form — their expressions tight, surprised. I passed each round.
And then came the real test.
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Test 6 to 10: Sexual potential.
That's right.
They tested it openly.
Elders — both men and women — oversaw each part. Some stripped down themselves. Others brought in testers — warriors trained to provoke reactions, extract pleasure, evaluate performance.
At first, I was shocked.
But not one student hesitated. Because in this world, if you wanted to rise, you had to prove your body was worthy of either dominating — or being used by — the strong.
When my turn came, I thought I'd fail.
But something inside me clicked.
When the tester — a high-ranking female elder — pressed her hips against me, I didn't flinch. I didn't moan like the others. I moved. I gripped. I thrust. My body responded like it had done this forever.
Her eyes widened.
She bit her lip.
"You… you're a natural…"
I didn't understand. But later, I overheard the instructors talking.
"He passed every sexual test with flawless dominance."
"His dick control is insane."
"Better than even some main family heirs…"
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I had no idea.
But my body — the way I moved, the way I fucked, the way I made even strong women gasp — was a hidden talent. Sexual combat mastery without training.
And now… they were taking me.
To the Main Seo Family.
To the world of true power.
Where incest was education.
Where domination was destiny.
And I would rise.
Not as a tool.
Not as a victim.
But as a conqueror.
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TO BE CONTINUED