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🕑 Added 2025-08-09 22:28:50 +0000 UTCEP.273 Even the 5th-Ranked S-Class Onahole Isn’t Easy (2)
Chelsea, wielder of the Five-Sword Style.
No, since one just broke, is it the Four-Sword Style now?
At a glance, you’d think she was just clowning around, but after clashing blades with her, I knew
she’s the real deal.
This isn’t a joke or some ridiculous performance; it’s genuine.
Her swordsmanship was a true storm
get caught in it and you’d be ground to dust, not even bones left behind.
Just thinking about it makes my knees go weak.
I thought Najjang and Jeong Sahwa were monsters before,
but it turns out Chelsea’s just as much of a freak.
“Candidate Master, looks like you’ve got some skill.”
“I’ve trained hard enough not to die easily, wherever I end up.”
“Pff! Well, you need at least that. You’re still better than my gang, at least.”
Clench!
As we readied stances, I could hear not only her hands but even her pussy and ass making a tight gripping sound.
Just how strong must her vaginal and anal muscles be to make noises like that?
All the while, I could feel a weighty pressure from Chelsea.
Was she actually going easy on me until now?
Her presence pressed on my whole body; even taking a step was a struggle.
“So, how about we finally get serious?”
“Bring it.”
But there’s no way I, as a man, could back down now.
Isn’t it the nature of men to risk death for something reckless?
And if a woman’s involved, there’s even less reason to hesitate.
Fighting off the intimidation, I took my stance.
Chelsea’s lips curled in a crescent smile as she crouched lower.
“Candidate Master, you’re the best man I’ve met. I’ve never felt my blood heat up like this.”
“It won’t be easy, Chelsea.”
“Huuurgh!”
Boom!
Just her pushing off the ground sent tremors through the earth.
Kicking up dust as she barreled toward me, she was like a wild boar.
And as she twisted her body and swung her sword,
the blade storm she created could cut the world itself.
‘There’s no way to block this with brute force…
It’s too late to dodge, so I desperately tried to block the attack,
but just that alone left my wooden sword ragged and splintered.’
At the same time, my own body was covered in fresh scratches.
I barely managed to halt Chelsea’s assault,
but if another attack like that came at me and I couldn’t dodge…
I’d disappear without a trace on the spot.
“Here, take this!”
“Hm?”
At that moment, I heard someone shouting.
Before I could turn, a fresh wooden sword was tossed to me.
Who was it?
When I looked toward the direction the sword had come from,
I saw the bikini-armored knights Chelsea led,
one of whom was beaming proudly.
“You won’t beat the captain with a sword like that.”
“Captain hasn't been this fired up in ages. You can’t lose this easily.”
“Are they cheering me on or cursing me to die already?”
Still, it saved me.
Grabbing the new sword and facing Chelsea,
she too seemed pleased, flashing a wild, beast-like smile.
“Good. I didn’t want any excuses like ‘I lost because of my weapon.’ Now you can keep fighting properly.”
“..........”
She’s even crazier than I imagined.
But to become my onahole, this level of twisted personality is essential.
Now, how do I subjugate Chelsea?
First, I need to find a way to overcome her special attack, Lion King’s Dance.
It’s a rapidly rotating technique where she alternates four swords with blinding speed.
It looks ridiculous, but it’s terrifyingly dangerous
that storm of blades can’t just be blocked with strength.
Evading isn’t an easy answer either, because Chelsea’s speed is insane.
At first glance, she seems flawless, with no weaknesses.
But every fortress has a gap somewhere.
“Come on, I’m just getting started!”
Chelsea spun again, spinning up another blade-storm.
Where she passed, nothing was left intact,
as if a true tempest was devouring everything.
A real storm might be slower than her.
“Haaah!”
‘Now!’
As the sword whipped toward me, I summoned every ounce from deep in my gut
and swept my wooden sword upward from below.
Chelsea’s blade went flying high into the sky,
finally falling back down with a resounding crash.
‘Nailed it!’
Her grip really is monstrous.
Maybe she can’t crush diamonds just by squeezing,
but she could probably shatter any stone, at least.
But if you apply force from a different direction,
even overwhelming, one-sided power can lose its flow.
Besides, I’m not weak, either.
“Kuh! Hahaha! Candidate Master, you’re the best. Seriously, the best!”
“A bit too excited, aren’t you?”
"Can you blame me? Until now, everyone who’s seen my Lion King’s Dance either ran away or got themselves killed by charging in like an idiot. Who could’ve expected a counter-attack like that?"
Truthfully, I was half-skeptical, too.
Countering her blinding fast, whirling swords with one precise swing…
Most people wouldn’t even think to try.
“I got used to Najjang’s speed, so I could see it pretty well."
If Chelsea’s the heavy blade, Najjang is the quick sword.
Najjang is so fast, it drives you nuts,
so Chelsea’s attack felt practically slow motion.
Chelsea, clearly familiar with Najjang’s style, nodded in understanding.
"Setsuki’s sword is definitely fast. You got me good."
Her words aside, the smile on her face kept deepening,
as if she was thrilled for the future.
“Well then, how about I show a little of my true power?”
With that, Chelsea pulled the swords from her pussy and ass.
Wait, hold on.
Isn’t this suddenly switching from an ero-battle to a bloody deathmatch?
Now she was dual-wielding swords, the pressure pouring off her was overwhelming.
No joke, I almost thought I saw the lion’s aura manifest.
Am I seriously about to die here?
“Haaaaaah!”
“Kuh!”
Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting!
She surged forward, swinging both swords in a wild flurry.
I tried to parry and retreat as best I could,
but Chelsea’s onslaught soon had me backed up against a wall with no escape.
“Good! More! Let’s enjoy this even more!”
“Tsk!”
"That’s far enough."
“Chelsea, aren't you going too hard on him, dear husband?”
That was the moment between Chelsea and me, Jeong Sahwa and Najjang intervened.
For a second, neither Chelsea nor I processed what happened,
turning to look at the newcomers in turn.
“Whew… I really thought I was going to die.”
“Tch. The best part was just about to start.”
While I let out a sigh of relief,
Chelsea couldn’t hide her annoyance at being interrupted.
Luckily for me, they interceded when they did
had they not, I wouldn’t have been surprised to end up dead.
As the tension faded,
my legs suddenly gave out and I collapsed on the spot.
“Kim Jinwoo!”
“Husband, are you hurt anywhere?”
“No. She really is strong, though.”
Maybe that sounded a bit too weak.
I looked at Chelsea to check for disappointment
but she was smiling, watching me with undisguised interest.
“Are you disappointed?”
“Disappointed? Why would I be? Sure, compared to my skill, Candidate Master, you’re weak. But you didn’t run away, and you faced me head-on. That alone scores you big points with me.”
Chelsea really is a true warrior.
She doesn’t just judge strength for strength’s sake;
she considers an opponent’s whole character.
So she isn’t just some battle-crazed lunatic.
“Anyway, you seem tired. Get some rest. After all, you’re not here for just a day or two, right?”
“Of course not. I’ll definitely win you and claim you as my onahole.”
“Good beat me and become my true master.”
Was that a taunt, or did she mean it?
Chelsea left the field without a hint of regret.
I just watched her departing figure,
already planning for our next fight.
France really deserves its reputation as a gourmet country.
Even the meal they served us was extraordinary
dishes you’d only see in high-class restaurants were piled high on the table like home cooking.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen steak heaped up like a mountain like this before.
“Don’t be shy. Eat up food’s meant to be enjoyed.”
“Thank you for the meal!”
“Thank you very much!”
Maria didn’t hesitate even a second before digging in,
while Yumi kept perfect manners as she started to eat.
The others ate peacefully too,
but my mind was already distracted, planning my next fight.
‘How should I approach the strategy?’
The gap between me and Chelsea isn’t something I can close in a day or two.
Even if I try to force the fight into my favor,
the look in Chelsea’s eyes tells me she won’t fall for anything that simple.
I don’t plan on rushing,
but if I take things too easy, I might never catch up, even after a year.
How can I shrink the gap between us?
Just then, a steak was set down on my plate.
“Mr. Kim, let’s focus on the meal for now.”
“…Yeah, you’re right.”
At Sahwa's prompting, I shook off my thoughts and started to eat.
Right, eating comes first without strength, I can’t do anything tomorrow.
That’s when Najjang started slicing my steak.
“Just a moment, husband. I’ll cut it so it’s easier to eat.”
“Thanks, huh?”
But Najjang’s knife seemed strange.
It looked like it was barely moving, but I could see afterimages.
Wait isn’t that the Setsuki Style High-Frequency Blade?
She’s using a top-level technique just to cut steak?
“Husband, whatever the skill or strength, if you get locked into rigid patterns you’ll reach a dead end. Try to think more flexibly you can only grow if you adapt in many directions.”
Soon the steak was cut into perfect bite-sized pieces,
and when I tasted it, the juices and flavor were perfectly preserved.
Don’t get locked into a rut.
What sort of rut have I locked myself in?
As I ate, I pondered what was holding back my growth.
“I have some advice too. You have unique strengths, Mr. Kim. You should focus on those.”
“Strengths? Like what? All I’ve really got is…well…”
My cock?
But how could that help my fighting?
Or… am I supposed to fight Chelsea… with my cock……………
‘Wait a minute.’
A crazy idea flashed through my mind,
and suddenly all the scattered puzzle pieces clicked into place.
Setsuki Style.
Originally swordsmanship but altered for this world’s “common sense.”
That’s why there’s always something awkward about it.
But Najjang’s a woman, so she’d focused on hand techniques.
As a man, couldn’t I embody Setsuki Style’s essence with my cock?
More than that, my penis, with Jin Mei’s help, had achieved the pinnacle of strength.
My cock could match any steel blade, so it’s not an impossible thought.
‘Right, if the opponent uses the dark/hidden sword,
I’ll answer with the Liquid Sword (penis sword).’
The Male Cock Sword Technique
That’s the name of the new sword I’ll perfect.
Just hearing it sounds unhinged,
but it might become a move as unique as Chelsea’s Lion King’s Dance.
‘Then my path is set.’
First, let’s eat.
If I’m going to train personally to make this work,
I can’t be weak or faint from hunger.
So I ate vigorously.
The others, seeing this, got back to their meals in relief.
Right, let’s grow in my own way, as befits this crazy world.
That night, I showed up naked at the training ground.
My cock gleamed under the moonlight.
A cool breeze brushed over it.
‘Tonight, a new legend is born.’
I thrust my hips toward empty air.
If anyone saw, they’d wonder what the hell I was doing,
but to me, this was serious training.
Trying to channel the essence of the Setsuki Style into my cock, I kept bucking my hips,
but it didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped.
‘Well, I never expected it to work on the first try.’
It’s not just like being taught by someone else
I’m building from scratch, with only what I have.
Venturing into uncharted territory,
being the first to set foot there is something I can be proud of.
“Huff! Hup!”
Pumping with all my might, but the hip strength isn’t what I want.
Maybe it’s just impossible to bring out the Setsuki Style essence with my cock?
For a moment, I felt discouraged,
but quickly shook it off and thrust at the air again.
If I waver now, it’s all over.
I will become director and rise to the top.
Determined, I kept thrusting,
and then a faint tremor ran through my cock.
It wasn’t just meaningless flexing;
the sensation was close to a vibro-tease or high-frequency sword.
“What the so it IS possible.”
Finally, with the first signs of success,
the anxiety that had weighed on me lifted,
and I began bucking my hips with even more vigor.
Beneath the moonlight, I enthusiastically swung my cock in search of a new path,
and by the time the morning dew formed on my skin
“Haah… haah… I did it.”
Looking at the wall, now covered with impact marks,
a smug grin crept across my lips.
At last, my personalized cock-sword style was beginning to take shape.
A bit more refinement and
not even Chelsea could defeat me easily.
And will the other S-class onaholes be able to withstand it?
With a predator’s smile, I squared my stance.
“Hup!”
Boom!
Lifting my arm and then arching back to thrust my hips,
I left a vast crack across the wall, big enough to cover all the old impact marks.
Tonight it’s the wall; next time, it’ll be Chelsea’s pussy.
With that resolve in my heart,
I turned and walked away from the training ground.
