Chapter 484: Enough? I’ve Only Just Begun.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 484: Enough? I’ve Only Just Begun.
'What?!'
Paeng Ga-ryeon tried to resist as Kang Myeong suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled.
They should have been keeping as much distance as possible, so what on earth was he doing?
However, Kang Myeong’s strength was unyielding, and she was soon forced under the covers by his hand. It was because the sound of footsteps outside was growing louder.
Thump.
As soon as Paeng Ga-ryeon was in his arms, Kang Myeong draped the blanket over her.
The result was a perfect concealment. Because the quilt was so thick, there was no sign at all that Paeng Ga-ryeon was hidden beneath it.
"Hold your breath and stay hidden," Kang Myeong whispered, looking down at her under the heavy covers.
"What in the—!"
Hearing his words, Paeng Ga-ryeon bristled and started to raise her voice.
Or rather, she tried to raise her voice.
Knock, knock, knock.
Until the sound of someone knocking on the door rang out.
"Yes, come in," Kang Myeong called out clearly.
Creeeeeak.
Soon, Kang Myeong’s subordinates appeared inside the room.
"Unit Leader, are you alright?"
"Are you okay, Unit Leader?"
Both men seemed to have come out of genuine concern for him.
"Oh, you’re awake already."
Following behind them was the Head of the Medical Pavilion. He appeared to have followed the subordinates in.
"Greetings, Head of the Medical Pavilion," Kang Myeong said with a very polite tone. He made a slow motion as if to sit up.
"Stay down. How can a patient who needs stability force himself upright?"
The Head of the Medical Pavilion raised a hand to stop him. While he appreciated the manners, he couldn't force a patient to observe formalities.
"Thank you for your consideration."
Kang Myeong expressed his gratitude.
"Consideration? It’s only natural," the doctor replied, shaking his head slightly as if it were no big deal.
A warm atmosphere began to fill the room.
"Hahahaha! Anyway, Unit Leader, you’re lucky to be alive."
Suddenly, one of the subordinates burst into laughter and spoke up.
"Were you hoping I’d die?"
"Of course. That way, the Unit Leader position opens up, and I get a chance for a promotion, don't I?"
"My apologies. I should have kicked the bucket sooner to make room for you."
"It’s not too late, Unit Leader. How about passing away due to medical malpractice?"
"You brat!"
Kang Myeong shouted back, feigning anger at his subordinate’s joke.
"Hahahaha!"
"Ahem, watch your tongue."
The Head of the Medical Pavilion interjected.
"As long as I am here, medical malpractice cannot exist," he said in a calm tone. "So if you’re going to die, do it outside the Medical Pavilion. I’ll even brew you a dose of medicine that’ll kill you instantly in one gulp."
"Those are truly touching words of gratitude," Kang Myeong replied with a bewildered expression.
"Khahahaha!"
"Hahahaha!"
Hearing that, Kang Myeong’s subordinates began to laugh uncontrollably. They seemed to find the doctor’s joke incredibly amusing.
The four of them continued to chatter away, seemingly enjoying themselves.
'When... when is this going to end?'
As the situation dragged on, the one who became increasingly uncomfortable was Paeng Ga-ryeon, hidden beneath the blanket.
She had expected Kang Myeong to give a brief greeting and then dismiss them, but instead, he was leading the conversation and chatting away. How could she not be uncomfortable?
Poke, poke, poke.
Paeng Ga-ryeon began to poke Kang Myeong’s side repeatedly with her index finger. It was her signal for him to wrap things up and send them out.
But far from sending them away, Kang Myeong only made the conversation more engaging.
Poke, poke, poke.
Grab.
An irritated Paeng Ga-ryeon poked his side even harder, and Kang Myeong suddenly snatched her index finger.
Tickle, tickle.
Then, he began to tickle her palm with his thumb.
'This man!'
Paeng Ga-ryeon was furious. How could he be so mischievous? This was a completely different side of him compared to his usual serious demeanor.
Pinch.
Paeng Ga-ryeon used her other hand to pinch the back of Kang Myeong’s hand hard. Only then did he let go of her finger.
'Phew.'
As he released her, Paeng Ga-ryeon let out a sigh of relief. She thought his pranks were over.
Squish.
Knead, knead.
But her relief didn't last long. Suddenly, Kang Myeong reached down and began to knead her breast.
Knead, knead.
And he did it quite fiercely.
'Kang Myeong!'
She screamed inwardly. She reached up and grabbed both of his hands to stop him.
Knead, knead, knead.
Despite her efforts, Kang Myeong showed no sign of stopping. No, he began to touch her even more intensely, even more lewdly. He flicked, twisted, and pressed her nipples with his fingers, stimulating her relentlessly.
'Haaah...'
Soon, she began to feel the stimulation from his handiwork. His movements were too skillful as they swept over her.
It felt good. She shouldn't feel this way, but it felt too good. To the point where she almost wished he would continue the foreplay a little longer.
'No... I... I have to stop him...'
However, snapping back to her senses, Paeng Ga-ryeon widened her eyes. She couldn't allow herself to succumb to pleasure like this.
[Kang Myeong! What do you think you're doing?! Stop this at once!]
Paeng Ga-ryeon sent a Voice Transmission to Kang Myeong, her voice sounding incredibly urgent.
Squeeze, squeeze.
But despite her desperate message, Kang Myeong did not stop his handplay. He continued the caresses as if he hadn't heard a thing.
[Did you not hear me?! I said stop! Kang Myeong!]
Finally, Kang Myeong, who had been kneading her breasts, pulled his hands away.
'Phew.'
Paeng Ga-ryeon let out a sigh of relief. She thought he had finally understood her.
'I'll have to call him aside later and give him a severe scolding... How dare a mere hunting dog... ignore my words...'
She inwardly resolved to fix his attitude. Rage bubbled up at Kang Myeong’s audacity to overstep his bounds. To her, Kang Myeong was a useful pawn, a hunting dog. A hunting dog that didn't recognize its master needed harsh discipline and a good thrashing.
Squelch.
"Ugh!"
Paeng Ga-ryeon suddenly let out a muffled groan in her mind. Something had stimulated her lower half.
'Kang Myeong!'
She realized almost immediately that it was Kang Myeong’s fingers stimulating her down there. He hadn't stopped the foreplay; he had simply moved from her breasts to her pussy.
[Kang Myeong!]
She sent another Voice Transmission, her voice thick with anger.
Squelch.
[Stoooop!]
But her angry voice soon turned into a moan. Kang Myeong’s fingers had plunged into her pussy in an instant.
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Her pussy, already soaking wet from the nipple stimulation, accepted his fingers all too easily. Kang Myeong began to violate her pussy with the fingers that had slipped in so effortlessly.
'Aaaah... Haaaah... Stop... Stop...'
As her pussy was relentlessly stimulated, Paeng Ga-ryeon felt as if her mind was going hazy. She couldn't keep her senses straight against his incredibly familiar yet masterful fingerwork.
'How... how can he have such... technique...'
She felt bewildered. She was stunned by his hand skills, which were so different from usual. Normally, Kang Myeong was a man who only stimulated her enough to get her wet and nothing more. He was a man ignorant of the importance of foreplay.
Yet here he was, stimulating her with such expert movements. And with such thick fingers, no less. How could she not be bewildered?
Plunge.
Soon, two fingers were buried deep inside her pussy.
"...Ha... ah."
At the same time, a small moan escaped her lips. The overwhelming pleasure had forced her mouth open despite herself.
"Huh? What was that sound?"
One of the subordinates looked around with a puzzled expression.
"What sound?" the other asked.
"No, I heard something... Didn't you hear it too, Pavilion Head?"
"When you get old... your ears start to fail you..."
The Head of the Medical Pavilion shook his head, feigning ignorance. "Did you hear anything?" he asked, looking at Kang Myeong.
"I'm not sure. I didn't hear anything particular either."
Kang Myeong shook his head, playing innocent as if he knew nothing.
"Ah, my apologies. I must have been hearing things. I should probably take some medicine for this."
"I'll brew you something that works wonders."
"Thank you."
The warm atmosphere returned to the room once more.
[Didn't I tell you to hold your breath and stay hidden?]
Kang Myeong sent a Voice Transmission to the panting Paeng Ga-ryeon under the blanket, sounding as if he were rebuking her.
[Kang Myeong... that's... haaa... that's enough... please... stop... stop it...]
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
[Enough? I’ve only just begun, Ga-ryeon.]
Ignoring her plea, Kang Myeong thrust his fingers even harder into her pussy.
[This... this isn't right!... Later... hngh... I'll let you do whatever you want... hngh... so please... stop for now...]
Paeng Ga-ryeon sent a pleading Voice Transmission. She couldn't endure it any longer. The more her pussy was poked and prodded, the more uncontrollable desires began to surface one by one.
She wanted to scream her moans loud enough to fill the room. Every time his fingers thrust into her, she wanted to shake her entire body and go wild. Ultimately, she wanted to climb on top of his dick and bounce on it over and over again.
But she couldn't do any of that. Not if she wanted to protect everything she had built.
If she satisfied her desires now, she would lose everything. Her position as a wife who looked only to her husband. Her honor as the Hall Master of the Law Enforcement Hall who upheld and executed the law. Even her daughter’s future, who might one day win the succession struggle and lead the Cheonmu Alliance.
That was why she had to endure. She had to endure this maddening pleasure.
Grit.
Paeng Ga-ryeon clenched her teeth. She steeled her resolve. She would endure this no matter what.
Squelch, squelch, squelch, squelch.
Her pussy was thrust into again. The movements were even more powerful and stimulating than before.
'Ugh... ngh... uuuugh... ngh...'
His fingers, gently scraping and stimulating the vaginal walls inside her, provided her with immense pleasure. But she endured. If she surrendered to the pleasure, it would be the end for her, her family, and her daughter.
Drip.
Blood began to trickle from her lips. It seemed she had bitten them so hard she'd drawn blood. But she didn't care. She simply endured, waiting for this moment of agonizing pleasure—which felt like an eternity—to end.
*
How much time had passed?
"We'll be going now, Unit Leader."
"Even if you look fine, you're still a patient... we've stayed too long."
The voices of his subordinates reached her ears.
"I should be going as well. It's almost time for me to get off work."
The voice of the Head of the Medical Pavilion followed.
'It's... it's over...'
Hope flared within her. The hope that she could escape this eternal, agonizing pleasure.
"Oh, you can stay longer."
Squelch.
Then she heard Kang Myeong’s voice trying to keep them there.
'No! Don't stop them! Don't keep them here!'
Paeng Ga-ryeon screamed inwardly. She begged him to just let them go.
"No, we've really been here too long. I have night watch duty, so I have to go."
"We'll come back tomorrow."
Did her desperate wish work? The two subordinates insisted on leaving.
"Alright then, good work."
Kang Myeong replied nonchalantly to their farewells.
"Get some rest, then."
The Head of the Medical Pavilion, Jeongmu, also said his goodbyes.
"Yes, have a safe trip home."
Soon, the three of them walked out.
Creeak.
Thud.
They closed the door completely behind them.
After a few moments...
Flop.
The blanket was suddenly thrown back, and Paeng Ga-ryeon emerged.
"Kang... Myeong!"
She glared at him with eyes full of rage. Her anger toward him for putting her in such a predicament was boiling over.
"Are you alright?"
Kang Myeong looked at her with a relaxed expression.
"Do you even have to ask that?!"
She bristled, raising her voice. She had been subjected to one-sided foreplay for nearly half a shijin. How could she possibly be alright?
"Did you hate it?"
"Of course I did!"
"Your body seems to say otherwise."
"What?"
"Isn't your sexual fluid proof enough?"
Kang Myeong slowly raised his right hand.
"If you truly hated it, your juices would have dried up long ago. But instead, they only increased as time went on."
Kang Myeong wore a lewd smile.
"Weren't you enjoying it, Hall Master?"
Lick.
Kang Myeong licked the sexual fluid off his hand. Paeng Ga-ryeon glared at him, her face flushed deep red.