Chapter 307: Feeding the Ice Essence
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 307: Feeding the Ice Essence
Lick, lick.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
Neung So-hwa felt a surge of bewilderment as a tongue pushed past her lips and delved deep into her mouth.
What kind of sorcery was this?
How could a dead man’s tongue move of its own accord and invade her mouth?
Had he come back to life?
Or had he been feigning death from the very beginning?
She couldn't begin to guess.
Neung So-hwa wanted to pull away immediately and check Sun-woo’s condition, but she found herself unable to move.
The strange, erotic sensation tingling from his tongue acted as a brake on her actions.
Something was wrong.
She wanted to pull away, yet she didn't.
A contradiction had arisen between her reason and her emotions.
Slurp, squelch, squelch.
Sun-woo’s tongue wrapped around hers, swirling it around again and again.
One rotation, two, then three.
Then, he swirled it in the opposite direction.
One rotation, two, then three.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Soon, the mingling of his saliva and hers created a wet, suggestive sound.
Hearing that sound, a tingling sensation spread through Neung So-hwa’s entire body, as if she had been struck by an electric current.
It felt good.
It felt far too good.
She found herself wanting to feel even better.
Neung So-hwa slowly tensed her tongue, meeting Sun-woo’s head-on.
Their tongues intertwined and overlapped incessantly, like snakes mating, as they began to share a deep communion.
Slurp, slurp, squelch, squelch.
The lewd, wet sounds echoed in their ears.
The tingling sensation surged through her entire body, and her eyes grew hazy and unfocused.
Drenched in pleasure, she was half out of her mind.
Slurp, squelch, squelch.
Even so, her tongue showed no signs of stopping.
They say a late-blooming passion is the most dangerous. Having discovered the pleasure of a kiss for the first time in twenty-eight years, she wasn't about to withdraw her tongue so easily.
She began to lick Sun-woo’s tongue even more obsessively, even more fiercely.
How much time had passed?
Thud.
Sun-woo, who had been lying in her lap, reached up and grabbed the back of her head.
He slowly pushed himself up and began to press her down onto the ground.
Neung So-hwa was startled by his sudden movement, but she soon yielded to him.
The sweetness of the kiss was far too intense for her to resist or get angry.
As their tongues continued their mating dance, a thought crossed her mind.
She decided she would hold him accountable for making her worry—but only after the kiss was over.
With their positions completely reversed, the two continued their fierce kiss, and Neung So-hwa felt an unfamiliar sensation in her lower body.
Throb, throb.
Suddenly, her loins began to ache with a dull heat.
Neung So-hwa felt a sense of wonder.
Why was she suddenly throbbing down there?
It was strange.
Everything was so strange.
The throbbing in her lower body, and the fact that she didn't dislike the sensation.
Her already hazy eyes began to lose focus even more.
At this rate, she felt like something was going to go very wrong. She felt like she was going to be completely ruined.
It was then.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, an immense chill began to spread rapidly through her mouth.
"Mmph!?"
Startled by the sudden cold, Neung So-hwa’s eyes flew wide open.
What on earth was happening?
Neung So-hwa rolled her tongue around.
It didn't take long for her to realize that a lump of freezing energy was resting on top of Sun-woo’s tongue.
And then, it clicked.
Sun-woo had used the kiss as a pretext to feed her the Ice Essence.
Furious, Neung So-hwa tried to pull her face away to break the kiss.
However, Sun-woo only kissed her more obsessively, showing no intention of letting go.
Grip.
Neung So-hwa quickly raised her hands and tried to push Sun-woo away.
But despite her efforts, Sun-woo’s body didn't budge an inch.
He was holding the back of her head with even greater strength.
"Mmmph! Mmmph!"
She resisted even more fiercely, but it was no use.
The strength Sun-woo used to hold her was far too powerful for someone who was supposed to be on the verge of death.
Finally, she realized the truth.
She had been tricked.
He had faked his death specifically to feed her the Ice Essence.
Neung So-hwa felt a surge of rage.
A massive sense of betrayal washed over her.
She had truly believed Sun-woo was dead.
She had felt a despair so profound it felt as if her world were collapsing.
And yet, it had all been a lie?
There was no way she wouldn't feel betrayed, no way she wouldn't be consumed by fury.
'You bastard!'
Neung So-hwa spat out the worst curse she knew in her mind and began to circulate the Extreme Yang Flame Emperor Demonic Art.
She intended to ignite flames across her body and blast Sun-woo off her at once.
Unfortunately, her plan did not go as intended.
Squish.
An entirely unexpected, alien sensation instantly shattered her concentration.
Neung So-hwa slowly lowered her gaze.
There, she saw it.
Sun-woo’s palm was firmly cupping her voluptuous breast.
"Mmmph!!!!!!"
Shocked beyond belief, Neung So-hwa let out a muffled scream through the kiss.
Sun-woo didn't miss that opening.
He slid the Ice Essence he had been holding on his tongue straight down her throat.
Neung So-hwa panicked as the frigid energy suddenly slid down her gullet.
Realizing it was the Ice Essence, she tried to spit it back out, but it was futile.
It was already lodged deep in her throat.
Slurp.
Once he confirmed the Ice Essence had been swallowed, Sun-woo slowly pulled his lips away from Neung So-hwa’s.
A long, translucent silver thread of saliva stretched between them.
It was an incredibly erotic sight.
Of course, Neung So-hwa was in no position to appreciate the view.
"Ack... cough... hack!"
Suddenly, she began to suffocate.
The Ice Essence stuck in her throat blocked all air from entering through her nose or mouth.
The sensation caused Neung So-hwa immense agony.
She could feel it.
If she didn't swallow it and kept resisting, she might actually suffocate to death.
Neung So-hwa’s complexion turned pale in an instant.
She didn't want to die like this.
Didn't she still have a mountain of things she wanted to do?
Gulp.
Perhaps driven by the fear of death, Neung So-hwa desperately forced herself to swallow, and finally, the Ice Essence went all the way down.
"Haa... haa... haa... haa... haa..."
Having swallowed the Ice Essence, Neung So-hwa gasped for air.
She breathed raggedly, as if making up for the oxygen she had been deprived of while the essence was stuck.
"Well? How does it taste?"
Then, Sun-woo’s voice drifted down from above.
Neung So-hwa looked up at him.
Sun-woo wore a mischievous expression, and he looked so incredibly obnoxious that she felt an instinctive urge to slap him across the face.
"How... could you... to me... how could you..."
Overwhelmed by betrayal, Neung So-hwa began to stutter.
Everything had been a lie.
Every word he had spoken.
His words of regret must have been a lie.
His confession of love must have been a lie.
His claim that he was dying must have been a lie.
There wasn't a single thing that wasn't a lie.
It was impossible not to feel betrayed.
"I'm sorry. But you were so strong that I couldn't do anything unless I went this far."
Sun-woo continued as he looked down at the trembling Neung So-hwa.
What he said was true.
For Sun-woo, who was in the Transcendent Realm, to feed the Ice Essence to her—someone who had reached the Profound Realm—deception was his only option.
"Was this... planned... from the start?"
Neung So-hwa asked, her voice shaking.
"No. To be honest, when I first charged at you, I thought about forcing it down your throat, but I couldn't even get close because of the flames erupting from your body."
Sun-woo spoke with an awkward expression.
"I realized that no matter how much faster I was, I couldn't land a single effective blow, so I gave up on that early and thought of something else."
"And that 'something else' was to trick me with a fake death and feed me the Ice Essence!"
Hearing Sun-woo’s words, Neung So-hwa screamed in a fit of rage.
"Right. I figured that even if your personality was being consumed by the demonic art, you might still grieve for me if you thought I was dead."
Sun-woo continued with a smile.
"And that guess was spot on."
"And what if I had just ignored you!"
Neung So-hwa snapped back at him.
"Then I would have coughed a few times, pretended to miraculously survive, and looked for another opening."
"You are truly wicked! How can a person be so cruel!"
Neung So-hwa glared at Sun-woo, her face flushed with anger.
"I shed tears because I truly thought you were dead! I mourned you with all my heart! Not only that, I even kissed you to grant your final wish! I gave you my purity!"
"Saying you 'gave me your purity' makes it sound a bit strange. Like I did something terrible to you."
"You did do something terrible! You broke my heart. How can you be so selfish! How can a man be so despicable as to trick a woman like this!"
Neung So-hwa poured out her heart to Sun-woo.
She was furious.
Furious at Sun-woo for deceiving her in such a lowly manner.
Furious at Sun-woo for playing with her emotions.
"It was the desperate struggle of a Transcendent Realm master trying to defeat a Profound Realm master."
Sun-woo replied in a calm tone.
"Pathetic! It is utterly pathetic! I am disappointed in you! I always thought you were a man of truth!"
Neung So-hwa spoke with a look of profound disappointment.
"I don't care if it's pathetic."
Sun-woo’s expression remained stoic.
"If it means I can bring you back to your original self, I'll be as pathetic as I need to be."
Sun-woo looked Neung So-hwa straight in the eye.
"I have told you countless times that this is my true self!"
Neung So-hwa erupted in anger.
She had told him over and over. She was no different than before; she was simply more honest with her emotions and had become stronger.
So why did he keep insisting she had changed?
Rage boiled over.
Rage at Sun-woo for constantly denying who she was.
Soon, the anger and the sense of betrayal deep within her heart began to fuse together.
And the Extreme Yang Flame Emperor Demonic Art began to react to that fused mass of emotion.
Vroooooom!
The Flame Emperor's Demonic Qi within her dantian began to move rapidly.
It was as if it were about to ignite flames fueled by her absolute fury throughout her entire body.
How much time had passed?
Before she knew it, the Flame Emperor's Demonic Qi had spread through all her fine meridians and acupoints.
Neung So-hwa thought to herself.
All she had to do now was ignite it.
She began to concentrate her mind even further to detonate the demonic qi spread throughout her body.
"Huh?"
But then, something completely unexpected happened.
No matter how much she tried to ignite the demonic qi, the flames wouldn't catch.
For a moment, Neung So-hwa felt a wave of panic.
What on earth was going on?
"Urgh...!"
And then, she suddenly felt an immense chill spreading through all her meridians and acupoints.
The cold energy that had permeated her body began to coil around the Flame Emperor's Demonic Qi.
Before long, the demonic qi and the frigid energy began to clash violently, grappling with each other.
"Aaaaaagh!"
Caught in the crossfire of two completely opposing energies, Neung So-hwa let out a piercing scream.
An agony that felt as if her acupoints were being shredded to pieces overwhelmed her.
It hurt.
It hurt far too much.
In the face of such excruciating pain, Neung So-hwa shed tears and struggled with all her might to control the two energies, but it was futile.
The two energies clashed and collided incessantly, as if they had met their mortal enemy, beginning to wreck Neung So-hwa’s acupoints and dantian.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
To begin with, harboring both Yin and Yang energies simultaneously was akin to strapping a time bomb to one's body.
The two energies were bound to repel each other, and that repulsive force would eventually destroy the vessel containing them.
If that was true for simple Yin and Yang, what would happen when one harbored Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang?
The repulsion between Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang would be even greater, and the acupoints and dantian would be destroyed in an instant.
That was Neung So-hwa’s current state.
Her acupoints began to tear, and cracks began to form in her dantian.
To harbor both Extreme Yin and Extreme Yang was an act of greed and arrogance, even for someone of Neung So-hwa’s level in the Profound Realm.
And she was beginning to pay the price for that arrogance.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Neung So-hwa screamed again.
Crack.
The cracks in her dantian widening gifted her with unimaginable agony.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Rip, tear.
The shredding of her acupoints caused her a pain that defied description.
It hurt.
It hurt so much she felt she was going insane.
She wanted to escape.
She wanted to escape this maddening torture.
Neung So-hwa wept.
It was the first time.
The first time she had ever shed tears because she had succumbed to pain.
And Neung So-hwa thought to herself:
It seemed she was experiencing every "first time" imaginable today.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
Neung So-hwa prayed.
She begged for someone, anyone, to release her from this horrific torment.
If they did, she would do anything they asked, no matter what it was.
The pain was so severe that she had no choice but to lose her mind to it.
Despair began to cloud Neung So-hwa’s eyes.