Chapter 1202

<Chapter 1202> The Path of Radiant Ascension

Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding! Ding ding ding!

The alarm bells signaling dawn rang out across the facility.

Normally, Yeon-ah would leap up at the sound, instantly tidying her bedding with military precision. But today… today her body felt heavy, weighed down by an unfamiliar sluggishness. Her head throbbed with a dull ache, and her skin was cold to the touch. Worst of all, she could feel a burning sensation in her groin, accompanied by something sticky and wet.

“!!”

Realization struck like a thunderbolt—she was completely naked. Stumbling out of bed, she landed on shaky legs, eyes widening as she took in the scene around her. Her clothes were scattered haphazardly on the floor, and the bed itself looked like it had been through a tornado. The lower half where her legs had lain was soaked, damp with… something red.

“…This is…”

Blood.

Her sharp mind quickly pieced together what must have happened last night.

She’d been violated. Her precious innocence, guarded for so long, had been defiled.

Thud.

A soft noise caught her attention. Looking down, Yeon-ah noticed white fluid dripping from between her thighs. Instinctively, she cupped her large breasts out of the way to get a better look. As she did, she felt an uncomfortable foreign sensation emanating from her private area.

Reaching down hesitantly, her fingers brushed against smooth skin devoid of hair, coated instead in the sticky remnants of someone else’s actions. No need to guess what this substance was—it belonged to the monster who had taken her.

Yeon-ah bit her lower lip until it bled, shame and fury bubbling within her chest. But just as those emotions reached their peak, they were abruptly cut off. Her martial arts technique, the “Sword of Severed Emotions,” activated, slicing through her boiling anger like a blade through butter. Over and over again, each wave of rage was mercilessly severed.

Yet every time her emotions were cut away, they fueled the very power of her technique. Deep within her dantian, energy surged—a sign that the Sword of Severed Emotions was growing stronger than ever before. This level of activation was unprecedented.

Despite the gravity of the situation, Yeon-ah found herself laughing inwardly. How absurd—it wasn’t fair that she couldn’t even feel proper outrage after being violated. And yet… there was a twisted silver lining: because of this ordeal, she was becoming more powerful.

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly. Though she couldn’t afford to fully control her surging powers right now, one thing remained clear: revenge was inevitable. She needed clues, evidence, anything to track down the bastard who’d done this to her.

“…The strangest part? I didn’t wake up during any of it. Was it sleep medicine? Or maybe some kind of spell?”

Staring blankly at the ruined bed, she wrinkled her nose at the unmistakable smell of urine. Not only had he stripped her of her dignity, but he’d also pissed all over her mattress. What a despicable pervert.

“567! Time to rise!”

An instructor’s voice called out from beyond the door, jolting her back to reality. Quickly pulling on her scattered garments, Yeon-ah straightened herself as best she could.

“567!”

The instructor knocked again. With trembling hands, she cracked open the door slightly, peering out cautiously.

“567! Hurry up! Roll call starts soon!”

“…I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today.”

“What?”

“I said, I won’t be able to make it today.”

“Umm… understood.”

Though the instructor sounded hesitant, no further complaints followed. After all, Yeon-ah wasn’t just anyone—she was the daughter of the third elder of the Elder Council, the legendary Sword Demon himself.


Body.

“Hmm, looks like you need some rest.”

Yeon Yeha nodded her head. The female instructor solemnly nodded in agreement.

“Understood. I’ll report to the director. Please take your rest.”

The female instructor left.

Yeon Yeha closed the door. She then spotted a broken latch on the door, seemingly cut off recently.

‘…They slipped a knife through the gap and severed the latch. The clean cut means… the guy knows how to draw out sword qi at the very least.’

She recalled a few men in her mind. There were plenty of men who looked at her with lewd eyes. Among them, there were a few capable of such an act. The most suspicious one was Pal Jangro, Kwon Man-ok, also known as the Blue-Handed Lecher.

‘…No. Kwon Man-ok wouldn’t be this insane. The Lust Demon Sect is isolated even within the Heavenly Demon Sect. Even Kwon Man-ok couldn’t easily enter here.’

Still, she didn’t completely dismiss the possibility.

She began to search around the room for any possible clues. Then she noticed something on the desk.

Two vials and over ten pieces of paper.

Inside the two transparent vials were hairs. One was coarse and plentiful, while the other had less but was curly. After staring at the vials, Yeon Yeha reached for the pictures. They were palm-sized.

‘This can’t be… Is this… me…?’

In the picture was herself.

Or rather, could this even be called a drawing? It was so vivid and realistic, as if what the eyes saw was directly imprinted onto the paper. In the picture, she lay naked on a bed.

Her hands trembled. Intense emotions overwhelmed her body. The Righteous Demon Blade activated, cutting through her violent emotions. Regaining her composure, she moved on to the next picture.

Yeon Yeha’s eyes widened. In the picture, her private parts were exposed without reservation. Her legs spread apart, her pubic area covered in black hair.

‘I, is this really my… place down there?’

For the first time, she saw her own private area. She knew hers had more hair compared to others. When bathing with her handmaidens, she noticed hers was darker. But she never really cared much about it since the handmaidens also had significant amounts of hair down there.

‘…Could it be that even the anus has this much hair? …Maybe the other handmaidens are the same?’

She felt a brief awkwardness. Of course, the awkwardness didn’t last long.

She flipped to the next picture.

Someone’s hand held a razor cutting her pubic hair. Yeon Yeha stared intently at the hand holding the razor. Judging by its size and shape, it was definitely a man’s hand. She examined the hand more closely. Unfortunately, only the back of the hand was visible; the palm side wasn’t clear.

‘The back of the hand looks ordinary. No scars on the back is a big clue.’

She flipped to the next picture.

After the depilation, her smooth privates were shown. Her gaze returned to the glass vials. She understood now—one contained the hair from around her private area, the other from around her anus. She continued to look at the next picture with a calm expression.

A large male penis was penetrating her private part. Her stretched-to-the-limit privates were bleeding slightly.

Ugh.

She frowned in pain from a cramp in her lower abdomen but kept flipping through the pictures. All of them depicted her being violated by a man. In the final picture, there was no man. Instead, it showed her lying with her legs spread wide, urinating uncontrollably. Blood and semen mixed fluid flowed from her open vagina.

Below the picture, black text was written.

[Super delicious pussy of the sect’s number one beauty!]

“…….”

Crunch.

Yeon Yeha crumpled the picture in her hand. This picture was dangerous. Her face was clearly drawn. If anyone saw this, not only would her reputation be ruined, but also her father’s standing would plummet. She crumpled all the pictures into a tight ball, planning to burn them later to ensure they were completely destroyed.

She glanced at the vials of hair. They would meet the same fate as the pictures.

Turning her body, she looked at the disheveled bed.


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