Chapter 54: What Happens When Geum Tae-yang Invades a Family Home (1)
Chapter 54: What Happens When Geum Tae-yang Invades a Family Home (1)
A lot changed when Geum Tae-yang barged into their home to treat Wi Ji-bo. To start with, let's take a look at what Wi Ji-ja witnessed first thing in the morning: an affair unfolding right before his eyes.
"Mm. Mm. Master's morning milk is fucking delicious."
"Aah! Honestly, Disciple, you're not a baby anymore....Ah. You're awake?"
"......Yes."
Geum Tae-yang, with his bronze skin, was on top of Wi Ji-ja's wife, Seol Yu-ran, thrusting his hips like a dog first thing in the morning. He sucked on her breasts like a baby, but the sight did nothing to invigorate Wi Ji-ja.
He answered Seol Yu-ran's question in a hoarse voice, reluctantly, then hurriedly got out of bed.
He'd watched them carry on like this first thing in the morning for several days now, but he still couldn't get used to it. What was even more miserable was that his own manhood got hard while he watched.
His wife wasn't simply enjoying an affair—she had gone over to the other man completely. Even though he had a cuckolding fetish, it was unbearably painful.
How had he become such a pathetic, wretched man? He wondered if, as Geum Tae-yang had said, he should have acted like a real male from the start and left the housework to Seol Yu-ran.
He was no good in bed, and he'd been foolishly doing the housework instead of properly fulfilling his role as a male. That was how he'd stupidly lost his wife.
His feelings of inferiority and misery as a male made him want to stick his face in a bowl of water and die right then and there. But—
His duty as a father, to care for his daughter, Wi Ji-bo, kept him clinging to life by a thread.
Once Wi Ji-bo was fully cured, Seol Yu-ran would become Geum Tae-yang's new bride and leave him for good. If he killed himself too, Wi Ji-bo would have to live all alone in this harsh murim world. So, with dead eyes, Wi Ji-ja went through the motions once again, forcing himself to move through the day.
"Squelch. Squelch. Squelch."
"Ah, ah. Dear... I'm going to be a little late coming out right now, because my disciple's pounding my pussy, ngh... Ah, ah, aah."
"......I understand."
"Haaah♡ Disciple, suck a little more gently...! Oh! M-my pussy's cumming!"
"Mm-mm-mm-mm."
Geum Tae-yang held one of her watermelon-sized breasts in both hands and sucked on it. All the while, he kept thrusting his cock into her without pause, showing off the superiority of a male overflowing with stamina.
The sight of him so unbelievably vigorous made Wi Ji-ja's feelings of inferiority deepen even further. Unable to take it any longer, he hurried out of the bedroom.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
Early that morning, the sound of another man fucking her rang out for a while from the couple's bedroom.
***
As long as Wi Ji-bo wasn't around, Seol Yu-ran and I fucked openly all over the house. Whether Wi Ji-ja was there or not, I lusted after the body of this fucking hot married woman.
When Wi Ji-bo was present, we maintained the ideal relationship between master and disciple. But when she wasn't, Seol Yu-ran and I immediately became an immoral master and disciple carrying on an affair without a care for her husband.
After finishing her meal and receiving treatment with my yin-yang qi technique, Wi Ji-bo would get tired and often go to her room to sleep soundly.
Thanks to that, I could lust after Seol Yu-ran's body to my heart's content.
"Squish. Squish. Squish."
"Aah! Even in the bathroom?"
Since we'd had sex first thing in the morning, she'd come into the bathroom because she still hadn't gotten out all the semen leaking from her pussy. But I'd followed her in as if I had eyes everywhere, stripped naked just like her, and taken her from behind to pound her pussy. Seol Yu-ran looked flustered.
Her expression said she hadn't expected me to try to pump fresh seed into her before she'd even gotten the semen out of her pussy.
"Haah. Yu-ran's body was made to fuck. How am I supposed to hold back?"
"M-made to fuck...! Ah, ah, aah, haaah!"
"So, do you hate it?"
"No."
She braced both hands against the wall and stuck her ass out toward me, ready to take my cock even deeper. Then she turned to look at me, giving me a lascivious little smile.
"It feels so good♡ Hurry up and put your hot pillar into your new bride's pussy, Disciple."
"Say it a little more vulgarly. Make it hotter."
"Uh. Hmm."
Seol Yu-ran fell into thought.
If she remembered the things I'd said and done until now, she could figure out what would turn me on without much trouble.
After thinking for a moment, she seemed to remember something. Then, with her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, she said,
"Please pat-pat the pussy of this thirty-eight-year-old mother, Disciple."
"...Wow."
At my immediate exclamation, Seol Yu-ran's ears turned bright red too. She whipped her head around to stare at the wall. She still wanted her pussy pounded without showing me her face, though, and began to gently sway her hips.
Apparently, calling herself a mother and revealing her age had embarrassed her quite a bit. Well, thirty-eight wasn't exactly a young age for a woman.
Aging came slowly to masters of martial arts, but even so, feelings were feelings.
Just as mentioning age was treated as something of a taboo for a female master who had reached the Peak Realm.
"Smack-smack-smack-smack♡"
Perhaps her patience had reached its limit. She rubbed the mound of her pussy against my cock, stroking my hard dick for me.
The married woman's pleading and hip movements were making my cock angry, and I was beginning to get worked up. Her hips had handles on them—the kind called love handles in the modern world. I grabbed them with both hands and put everything I had into thrusting my cock!
"Mmph!"
"Ogok♡"
Seol Yu-ran threw her head back at once and stuck out her tongue. It was hard to believe she was a married woman. I rubbed my cock against her wet, plump pussy, my balls slapping against her thighs. At the signal to open up, she trembled and naturally spread her legs.
The moment her plump thighs spread apart, I swung my balls between them and patted her clitoris, tap-tap-tap.
As I stimulated her clitoris with my balls, Seol Yu-ran, panting with her tongue hanging out, trembled all over.
Pshooosh.
The cold breast milk sprayed from her chest so forcefully that it seemed to shoot out, splattering all over the bathroom wall.
"Tch. What a waste of breast milk."
"O-ohhh! I-I'm sorry...! I'm sorry for wasting the breast milk I should be giving you, Disciple...!"
"Can't be helped. Then hold your pussy right there."
"I-I'll hold this mother's pussy right there♡"
She smiled foolishly, her face full of feminine desire, and squeezed her pussy tight.
Anyone else might have called it the height of vulgarity, but to me, it was unbearably adorable. Was it really all right for a thirty-eight-year-old mother to be this cute? Surely this was grounds for a guilty verdict—and a sentence of getting her pussy smacked over and over.
I turned the faucet and switched on the shower. Water sprayed down from above, soaking both Seol Yu-ran and me.
Once we were both drenched from head to toe, the pat-pat turned into a wet slap-slap. Long live the smutty martial arts world, where even shower stalls were brought to life.
Shhhhh.
The sound of the water pouring down drowned out the sounds of sex. It felt as if we were coupling in secret, adding the thrill of forbidden pleasure.
My excitement rose even higher. I seized the finest milk tanks in the Central Plains in both hands, squeezing them as I drove my cock into her with reckless abandon.
"Ungh...!! Y-you're too rough...! Ah, ngh. Haa, uung."
"I'm cumming in my master's pussy!"
"Ah, ah... Put it in this mother's pussy and come, please♡"
At her request, I immediately pressed my groin flush against her mound and thrust all the way in. I squeezed down firmly on her weak spot to make her feel good, while my seed pulsed inside her.
Fwoosh. Fwoooosh.
"Ah♡ Ah♡"
Seol Yu-ran's eyes curved into crescents as she smiled prettily. Her lips parted slightly, as if she were marveling at—or enraptured by—the tender, lover-like ejaculation inside her, so unlike my violent thrusting.
As she climaxed, our eyes met.
Without a word, we understood each other. We puckered our lips and sucked at each other's lips like slugs.
"Chup. Slurp."
"Mm. Mm-mm-mm. Mwah."
As we kissed like lovers, we practiced Yin-Yang Sexual Cultivation. The yang energy I had spilled inside her mingled with her yin energy and transformed into Yin-yang energy.
The Yin-yang energy traced a taiji within her womb, settled, and then split cleanly in half, accumulating in my dantian and hers.
There was far less of it than when I'd first devoured her pussy, packed with five years of pent-up yin energy. That was only natural; I'd kept devouring her ever since, so she hadn't accumulated much yin energy.
But leaving a milf pussy this insanely enticing alone until it built up more yin energy was practically a crime for a man. To stand by and do nothing while a pussy went unfulfilled—what kind of outrageous, immoral act was that?
"I love you, Master."
"Ah♡"
I stopped kissing her, wrapped her tightly in a back hug, and whispered that I loved her. The instant I did, Seol Yu-ran's lower belly trembled. Her womb cheered and begged for my seed again.
Clack.
Just then, the bathroom door opened.
Wi Ji-ja stood there, about to put the neatly folded towels away in the bathroom cabinet. The moment he opened the door and saw Seol Yu-ran with my seed dripping from between her thighs, he froze stiff.
And yet the front of his pants bulged, tenting up. It seemed that watching us couple had made him hard again. His lower half was delighted, but his face was steeped in anguish and despair—the perfect portrait of a cuckolded husband from the Central Plains.
I almost wanted to show his expression to all the husbands of the wives I'd devoured up to now.
"You... You're hard again? Does it turn you on that I'm rubbing pussies with my disciple? Enough to get that little thing of yours up, pathetic as it is next to his?"
"...Excuse me for a moment."
At his former wife's taunt, Wi Ji-ja's face went pale. But instead of rushing out, he obediently came in and put the towels away in the cabinet.
He hurriedly stowed them and tried to leave the bathroom, but I stopped him.
"Wait."
"What is it?"
"The bathroom got a little dirty while I was coupling with your wife, so clean it up. Master and I are going to the bedroom to continue."
"Why should I...!"
Perhaps it was because I'd not only stolen his wife but was also speaking to him in a commanding tone. Wi Ji-ja, thoroughly enraged, made the veins on his face bulge as he glared at me with bitter resentment.
As Wi Ji-ja bristled, Seol Yu-ran spoke to him with an expression full of apology.
"Please, dear."
"...Honey."
"My breast milk fell in here, too. I made a mess as well. We're still married, so... please clean it up for me."
"...All right."
Perhaps his arousal had completely cooled. Wi Ji-ja, now dejected, came into the bathroom with a miserable look on his face.
I pulled out of Seol Yu-ran's pussy, and we left the bathroom. Just before we were fully out, Seol Yu-ran turned around and spoke.
"You couldn't make me spill my milk because your yang energy is pathetic, so I made myself spill it with my disciple's yang energy instead. You'd better jerk off properly to my breast milk, your wife's. Understand?"
"......"
Wi Ji-ja said nothing. No one knew whether he would really use Seol Yu-ran's breast milk to jerk off, or whether he would simply clean up in silence.
Creak. Thud.
The door closed.
I sincerely hoped Wi Ji-ja would have a good time, while—
Squish, squish, squish.
"Ah♡ Ah♡"
I deliciously devoured Seol Yu-ran again in the marital bed.