Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: Carriage Tryst
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Paeng Daesan's back was already at the edge of the training ground. There was nowhere left to retreat. His vision filled with the afterimages of twin swords swirling like a storm, and at their center, the sinister smile of the unorthodox twin-sword thug spread wide.
Finally convinced he'd seized the advantage, the twin-sword thug sank low and dove into Paeng Daesan's guard. The instant the bait sword clashed against Paeng Daesan's massive saber with a sharp clang!, the blade in his other hand lashed out like a serpent's tongue toward Paeng Daesan's exposed flank.
An unavoidable strike.
But in that moment, rather than shoving his foe away or dodging, Paeng Daesan thrust out one arm to block the sword's path.
Schwick!
"Urk!"
A gruesome sound echoed as the twin-sword thug's blade sank deep into Paeng Daesan's thick forearm.
"It's over!"
A triumphant grin bloomed across the thug's face, sensing victory. He planned to twist the blade and sever bone.
But that smile twisted into bewilderment and horror.
"...Huh?"
The sword wouldn't budge.
Trapped like in a steel vise, the blade was locked tight in Paeng Daesan's forearm muscles, utterly immobile. The freakishly swollen flesh spasmed, clamping down even harder.
Only then did it dawn on the twin-sword thug. This was a trap. The bastard had deliberately offered his arm to seize the weapon.
Meeting the thug's shocked gaze, Paeng Daesan curled his bloodied lips.
"Gotcha."
With his free hand, he hoisted the massive saber overhead. The thug knew he should ditch the sword and flee, but it was far too late. No time. No distance. Death's shadow fell over his eyes.
Right then—
BOOM!
Air itself seemed to explode in a deafening roar as a hulking shadow cleaved between them in a flash. Byeok Cheonwi. He caught the descending saber's edge effortlessly between two fingers.
Screeeeech...!
The blade, weighted like a mountain, halted dead as if slamming into an invisible wall.
Snapped alert by Byeok Cheonwi's intervention, the twin-sword thug ditched his sword and scrambled back. His face remained ashen white.
"This isn't a fight. It's a spar."
A frostbitten chill laced his voice.
"If blood is spilled here, all this becomes pointless."
He was right. This was meant to settle superiority for jointly entering the secret cave. Turning it into a kill-or-be-killed brawl would shatter any chance of cooperation—straight to all-out war.
With that, Byeok Cheonwi slowly turned to face me.
His eyes spoke volumes without a word.
'What the hell did you do to that guy?'
I shrugged, subtly dodging his stare.
Byeok Cheonwi's forehead vein throbbed briefly before he exhaled a deep sigh.
"The match... is decided."
He murmured low, then raised his voice.
"This spar goes to Azure Dragon Squad's Paeng Daesan!"
"Wooooaaah!"
Cheers exploded from the righteous camp the moment he spoke. The unorthodox side went dead silent, doused in cold water—then furious protests erupted.
"What the hell is this?! Why stop the spar on your whim?!"
One man's shout sparked echoes everywhere. Cowards who'd never dare challenge Byeok Cheonwi alone now grew bold in the pack.
"Yeah! It's not over!"
"Righteous scum pulling dirty tricks again!"
Byeok Cheonwi, caught off guard by the uproar, muttered "Good grief..." and scratched his head.
Then.
"Enough."
A quiet, resolute voice sliced through the unorthodox clamor. From the twin-sword thug who'd just dueled Paeng Daesan.
"I lost."
His own admission deflated the boiling crowd like magic.
"Even a rematch, and I'd lose again."
He spoke plainly toward Paeng Daesan, who was yanking the sword from his arm. For an unorthodox thug, surprisingly honest. He owned his defeat cleanly, then cupped his fists politely.
"Good match."
"Haha!"
Paeng Daesan laughed heartily, wound be damned, and returned the gesture. Why the hell was this juiced-up brute so chipper?
Anyway, we won. Secret cave exploration lead now ours—righteous factions and Azure Dragon Squad.
"Alright! Match decided!"
Byeok Cheonwi pounced on the opening.
"Dismissed. Enter the secret cave tomorrow morning, as agreed!"
The unorthodox crew, out of steam, slunk back to their base one by one. We sauntered to ours, victors' swagger intact.
That night, the righteous camp threw a victory feast. Fatty meat sizzled over bonfires, liquor bowls never stopped flowing. Faint laughs drifted from the unorthodox side—they must've been drowning sorrows their way.
In the rowdy vibe, I sidled up to Soso, quietly gnawing meat scraps.
Grabbed her hand.
"......?"
Mouth stuffed, she just blinked innocently, speechless.
I tugged her up discreetly, unseen. She eyed me curiously but followed meekly, still chewing.
We wove through the crowd to our carriage.
Enhancing Paeng Daesan had drained my mental energy too far.
Recovery time.
Lifting the curtain and slipping inside, I spun Soso's trailing body and claimed her lips.
"Mmph?"
Her mouth held half-chewed meat. Tongue darted in, snagged it. Gulp. My throat worked. Long-chewed, no juices left—just Soso's familiar sweet saliva bathing my tongue.
Kiss unbroken, one hand cupped her full breast over cloth. Knead firm: soft flesh spilled between fingers. Mental energy surged, a sharp thrill zipping my skull.
Loosened her collar, bared the mound at last. Nipple stiffened fast in chill night air. Fingers flicked the tip—tap, tap—her shoulders quivered fine.
"Hng..."
Other breast freed too; lips parted reluctantly. Buried face in the fresh one.
Smooch, suck.
Diligent nipple-sucking drew white steam from cold air versus my warm mouth. Long tease pushed her over; she finally called out.
"S-Senior Brother... Ung..."
Pitiful plea. She was ready.
Gently laid her on the carriage floor. Back hit cold wood; she shivered light.
"I'll warm you quick."
Hiked skirt, stripped undergarments rough. Smooth, plump bald pussy emerged. Shyly clenched, yet clear nectar trickled like wee streams.
Lips to it, no pause.
Slurp, sluuuurp.
Tongue flicked slit, lips sucked plump folds—her waist arched thin.
"Haut... Hng!"
She clutched my hair, breaths ragged. Quaking thighs screamed climax.
Enough.
Peeled wet lips free, rose. Pants down, throbbing cock sprang out. Steam rose from my heat; floor-bound Soso stared wide-eyed, tension brimming. That gaze twinged my gut hot.
Outside roared the feast; inside, our secret rite began. Dizzy thrill amped my fire.
Kneeling between thighs, rubbed hot glans on pussy lips soft. Slick nectar eased the path.
Schlup—.
No more warmup. Root-deep in one thrust.
"Hup...!"
Fullness choked her breath. Arms reached: hug-me plea.
Bodies overlapped; ear-whisper.
"Soso, warm up."
Hips rocked slow.
Squish squish
Wet slaps filled the space. Leak-fear bit her lip; moans stifled fierce.
"Eut... Uk... Heut..."
Flushed face straining adorable.
Nibbled earlobe, pace quickened. Body-bed-rocked wild; pale flesh quaked endless, cresting waves.
My hips spasmed fierce at last. Scorching bliss lanced through. Emptied all deep inside, utter.
Hoo...
Hot seed stuffed womb-deep; as ever, billions of sperm got the nudge: 'self-destruct.'