Chapter 43: I Became the Scoundrel of the Tang Clan-2
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 43: I Became the Scoundrel of the Tang Clan-2
It seemed people in this world were no different when it came to relaxing at home.
Against Un Ga-ryeo’s tits, Sun-woo couldn't feel the distinct texture of a bra. They felt soft and pillowy. He could even clearly feel the sensation of the small protrusions at the tips of those great peaks.
This was dangerous.
The situation was far too dangerous.
He felt like he might actually get an erection.
Moreover, the distance between them was far too close. Perhaps she carried a high-quality incense pouch befitting a noblewoman of a prestigious family, for a sweet scent began to waft from her body, teasing his nose.
Then, her breath reached him, riding on the sound of her sobbing. Her delicate breathing, hidden within those sobs, began to stimulate his hearing.
It was far too alluring.
When was the last time he had actually slept with someone?
It had been over a month. It had taken exactly a month from the time he left the Baekgeom Sect’s secret hideout to the moment he infiltrated the Tang Clan. During that time, Sun-woo had been forced into a period of celibacy.
Having assimilated with Jang Sam’s memories, Sun-woo now felt emotions twice as intensely, and his libido was no exception. A sexual desire twice—no, dozens of times—stronger than before began to envelop him.
It was dangerous.
If he got an erection here, it would all be over. I mean, what kind of son in any world gets turned on by his own mother? No matter how much of a scoundrel Tang Se-gi was, this was unthinkable.
Sun-woo began to apply strength to escape Un Ga-ryeo’s embrace.
Squeeze.
But she was holding him so tightly that escaping seemed like a distant dream.
'What do I do?'
Sun-woo fell into a dilemma. If he pushed her away now, he’d look like an unfilial brat who rejected his mother who had come out of concern. But if he left things as they were, his phallus wouldn't be able to hold out and would stand tall.
No matter how much of a piece of trash Tang Se-gi was, Sun-woo didn't think he would have acted like a scoundrel toward his own mother.
While he was lost in thought, his phallus was gradually growing larger. If he stayed like this any longer, he would definitely be caught.
Shove.
Sun-woo pushed the Great Matriarch away. Perhaps he had pushed harder than intended, as she flew back a bit further than expected.
Sun-woo grew tense. If Tang Se-gi was the type of bastard who was devoted to his mother, this would feel out of place.
"I'm sorry, Gi-ah. Mother was holding you too tight, wasn't she? Was it hard to breathe?"
Fortunately, looking at Un Ga-ryeo’s reaction, it seemed he wasn't exactly a paragon of filial piety.
"No, Mother."
"My son."
Un Ga-ryeo reached out and began to caress Sun-woo’s cheek.
"Your face has worn down so much. How much you must have suffered."
Her eyes began to redden again. Of course, since it had only been a day since he was detained, his face was glowing with health rather than looking haggard, but in Un Ga-ryeo’s eyes, he could only look worn down from mental suffering.
The thought of the child she had birthed suffering such humiliation caused a fresh wave of sorrow to wash over her.
"I'm fine, Mother. Please don't worry too much."
He seemed so dispirited; the version of him that would throw tantrums and smash furniture at will was nowhere to be seen. His actions were subdued, and his aggressive tone had shifted to a polite one.
While this was actually a better attitude than before, from Un Ga-ryeo’s perspective, it only looked like his spirit had been broken.
"This won't do. I must go to the Council of Elders right this instant and demand an explanation."
"No, I was the one in the wrong, wasn't I? I will stay here quietly and reflect on my actions."
Hearing her words, Sun-woo hurriedly dissuaded her. If she went and turned the Council of Elders upside down, things were bound to get complicated.
To perfectly mimic Tang Se-gi, simply copying his appearance wasn't enough. He had to follow through with all the scoundrel-like behavior the man usually engaged in to avoid suspicion.
However, if he spent his time wandering outside acting like a brat, when would he ever search the Tang Clan and find the Poison Essence? For Sun-woo, who needed to find that essence, this situation was a blessing among blessings.
Even if he was under house arrest, he just couldn't leave the estate; he was still free to roam within the clan grounds. But if his house arrest was lifted because of Un Ga-ryeo’s interference, it would be quite troublesome.
Un Ga-ryeo felt a sense of doubt at Sun-woo’s reaction. His attitude was certainly polite and exemplary of someone reflecting on their mistakes, but to her, who was used to his usual scoundrel behavior, it couldn't help but feel strange.
"Gi-ah, are you truly alright? You're so different from usual."
At her reaction, Sun-woo realized his mistake. He had stopped her out of urgency, but thinking about it, it was obvious that Tang Se-gi—who did nothing but act like a total bastard—suddenly showing a repentant attitude would create a massive sense of dissonance.
He needed a justification. A reason why Tang Se-gi would so readily accept house arrest. And he needed a big move to dispel her suspicion.
Sun-woo lowered his head. Then, using his internal energy, he began to slightly irritate the area around his eyes. As the irritation set in, droplets of water began to form bit by bit.
No matter the lie, if you added tears and a sob story, you could make it feel like the truth. The lie he was about to tell Un Ga-ryeo needed the seasoning of tears.
Once enough tears had gathered, Sun-woo lifted his head and looked at the Great Matriarch.
"Oh, Gi-ah!?"
Seeing the tears welling in Sun-woo’s eyes, the Great Matriarch asked in surprise.
The start was good. Everything starts with the unexpected. If someone who always does good deeds does something bad, they become the world's worst villain; similarly, if someone who always does evil does something good, they become a saint.
The core of a sob story is the unexpected. If it’s someone who cries all the time, it lacks persuasive power, but if someone who is usually as stiff as a board shows tears, that persuasiveness increases exponentially.
Now was the time. He had to squeeze out more juice.
"Ugh... huff... Mother... hic."
"Don't cry, Gi-ah. Why are you showing tears?"
Seeing her beloved son’s tears, Un Ga-ryeo was flustered. No matter how much the Tang Clan Head scolded him or raised a switch to him, he would only get angry; he was a child who had never once shown tears. Seeing such a child cry, she lost her ability to judge rationally.
"Huff... through this incident... hic... I... hic... have realized... something... hic."
Good. He had shown enough tears, so now it was time to send her away. Sun-woo used his sleeve to rub his eyes and continued, his eyes still red.
"I am deeply reflecting on how I have tarnished the family's honor."
"No, what kind of heartless people would say such nonsense? That's not true, Gi-ah. Isn't it natural to make mistakes when you're full of youthful vigor?"
"No, Mother. I didn't realize it before, but seeing you suffer humiliation because of me at this Clan Meeting filled me with endless shame. And I realized... that if I continue to act out like this, it will ultimately hurt the mother I love most."
Of course, it was utter nonsense. He had been acting like a scoundrel for years, and only now he was turning over a new leaf because he was ashamed to face his mother? If anyone who knew Tang Se-gi heard this, they would have scoffed and checked if he’d lost his mind.
It was clearly a reckless gamble, but Sun-woo had no choice but to take it. If he had to pick the person closest to Tang Se-gi right now, it would be the Great Matriarch, Un Ga-ryeo. Everyone else treated him like a stranger, so there was no interaction. In other words, if he could deceive her, he could deceive most others.
It was a dangerous bet, but there was no other way. Still, he had seen hope in Un Ga-ryeo’s attitude toward Tang Se-gi, which was why he could even attempt it.
Isn't it said that too much is as bad as too little? A lack of affection leads to emotional deprivation and makes a child sick, but excessive affection leads to self-centeredness and arrogance, making others sick.
He hadn't observed Un Ga-ryeo for long, but seeing her attitude toward Tang Se-gi, it was clear she was the primary contributor to his straying and becoming a scoundrel. Thanks to her personality—protecting her child and insisting he did nothing wrong rather than raising a switch when he made a mistake—Sun-woo was able to create a framework for his lie.
And he was certain. With that twisted maternal love that blinded her eyes and ears, his lie, painted with tears and emotional manipulation, would definitely work.
"Gi-ah..."
Her tearful voice reached Sun-woo’s ears. He had to drive the stake home.
"I will change, Mother. I will change now. I will make sure no more tears fall from your eyes. Please, believe in me and wait."
Hearing Sun-woo’s words, Un Ga-ryeo was incredibly confused. And soon, moisture began to well in her eyes. This was the situation she had longed for. Telling herself that though he was straying now, the day would come when he would change if she embraced him with love, she had hugged him and showered him with affection rather than scolding or blaming him for any crime he committed.
And now, that fruit had ripened. Un Ga-ryeo grabbed Sun-woo’s head and pulled him into a tight embrace against her chest.
"I never dreamed my son would think of his mother this way. My good son."
Squeeze.
Sun-woo, suddenly buried in her chest, was flustered. It seemed the medicine had worked too well. He was glad the lie worked, but such excessive contact was beyond awkward. He felt his subsided phallus beginning to grow again.
"Mother believes in you. I have always believed in you."
Tighten.
Her strength in hugging Sun-woo grew even more, and the sensation of her breasts became even more vivid. He wanted to push her away again, but he couldn't bring himself to push away a woman who was shedding tears. No, rather, if he pushed her now, the touching moment of his reformation would be shattered.
While he was stuck between a rock and a hard place, Sun-woo’s phallus grew even larger and began to poke at her leg.
'No!!!!!!'
Un Ga-ryeo could also feel something poking her thigh. Though she was flustered, she simply stayed still to be considerate of her son, who would surely be embarrassed. If she suddenly pushed him away now, wouldn't he feel humiliated? It was likely just a natural phenomenon that occurred shortly after waking up. What kind of son would harbor lust for his mother?
Sun-woo felt her grip slowly loosen and hurriedly pulled his body away.
"......I'm sorry, Mother."
Sun-woo lowered his head in embarrassment. He had definitely felt it touch her thigh. Un Ga-ryeo must have felt it too. He had to fix this quickly. What kind of son gets an erection toward his mother? Sun-woo began to rack his brain for a reason why he couldn't help but be erect.
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about. This mother knows well that it's a natural occurrence for a man when he wakes up."
Sun-woo cheered at her consideration. An escape route had opened up.
"I'm sorry. I tried to calm it down somehow, but I think I missed the timing because you visited so suddenly."
Sun-woo added weight to her assumption. And he even naturally shifted the blame.
"I'm sorry, Gi-ah. You must have been very flustered. Why are you apologizing? It's a natural phenomenon for a healthy man."
She gave Sun-woo one more tight hug. It was her way of showing she didn't mind. Thanks to that, Sun-woo was able to quite enjoy the sensation felt from her tits.
"Will you be alright, being confined only to the house?"
She continued while still holding Sun-woo.
"I'll be fine. I will wait and reflect until the house arrest is lifted."
"My good son."
She kissed Sun-woo on the forehead. It was Un Ga-ryeo’s expression of affection for her incredibly good son.
"I'm sorry. You must want to rest, but I think I've been holding onto you for too long."
"No, Mother. Thank you for coming to see me."
"Yes, my good son. Mother will be going now, so get some rest."
"Yes, Mother. Please get back safely."
Sun-woo saw Un Ga-ryeo out the door.
Thud.
"Phew..."
Once Un Ga-ryeo was gone and the door was closed, Sun-woo let out a long sigh. He had somehow managed to deceive the most critical person, the Great Matriarch Un Ga-ryeo, but he wasn't sure how long it would last. Even if the appearance was the same, the inside was completely different, so if he dragged things out, he was bound to be caught.
'Find the Poison Essence as quickly as possible and get out.'
Sun-woo made a firm vow in his heart.
*
The Great Matriarch’s Quarters.
Creak.
As the door opened, the Great Matriarch Un Ga-ryeo appeared.
"Haa... haa..."
Her breathing began to echo roughly, showing how fast she had walked.
Creak.
Click.
The Great Matriarch closed the door and slid the bolt. She closed her eyes, placed a hand on her chest, and slowly began to catch her breath.
"Phew... phew..."
She hadn't shown it for fear he would be embarrassed, but having his phallus touch her thigh had left her incredibly flustered.
"It was... very hard..."
When she closed her eyes, the sensation felt even more vivid. She couldn't even count how long it had been since she’d shared a bed with her husband, Tang Jin-cheol. To her, who had lived having completely forgotten what a phallus felt like, her son’s phallus had awakened forgotten senses.
Because Tang Se-gi was the spitting image of Tang Jin-cheol in his youth, seeing him reminded her of her husband. The young Tang Jin-cheol, with his sharp nose and eyes as cold as ice, flickered in her mind. The young Tang Jin-cheol would look at her with deep eyes and violently thrust his large phallus into her vulva.
Without realizing it, she put her hand inside her clothes and began to slowly move it down. Un Ga-ryeo’s hand passed her massive breasts, passed her slender stomach, and finally reached her traditional undergarment.
Unable to bring herself to put her hand inside the undergarment, she began to slowly stroke around her secret gate.
"...Ah... My Lord... haa... haa..."
So much sexual fluid was coming out that it was already starting to stain the area around her vulva. Her hand movements grew more violent, and her vulva vomited out even more water.
"Aaaah... Aaah!"
Filled with desire, the Great Matriarch soon reached her climax, and the love nectar that had soaked her undergarment seeped through the thin cloth and stained the floor.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
Rough breathing filled the Great Matriarch’s quarters.