Chapter 527: I want to... become one with you.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 527: I want to... become one with you.
Slurrrp.
Hwangbo Yu-yeon’s lips were stolen by Sun-woo.
'I shouldn't... This... this isn't right...'
Deep down, she knew better than anyone that this was forbidden. It was something that could never be condoned. She was a married woman with a husband and a daughter, the mistress of the Cheonmu Alliance.
She was committing an act of infidelity.
How could this be allowed? She should have pushed him away immediately, screamed at him, and slapped his face. That was what she was supposed to do.
But her body refused to obey. His soft lips brought a long-awaited moisture to hers, which had been parched for decades. And that moisture instantly addicted her—hooked by a venom more wicked and tenacious than any poison in existence: the poison called lust.
"Haah... Haaah..."
She felt her entire body heating up. It was the scent of a dominant male, something she hadn't experienced in twenty years. Ever since she had become pregnant with Lee So-ran, she had been utterly neglected by Lee Jae-won.
Now, a superior male was whispering love to her and kissing her. How could her body not catch fire?
"Haah... haah... haah."
Her breathing grew ragged.
Twitch.
Her nipples hardened into peaks.
Throb. Throb.
A dull ache pulsed between her legs. An uncontrollable, overwhelming wave of excitement was crashing over her.
'Ahhh... it feels... too good...'
Her eyes began to glaze over, losing focus. She was losing her mind to the intense stimulation.
Lick. Lick.
While she was dazed by the sensation of his lips, Sun-woo suddenly flicked his tongue out and began to lick her lips. He did it with agonizing softness.
'Hngh...'
Hwangbo Yu-yeon let out a silent moan. The thought of his wet saliva staining her lips sent a fresh surge of arousal through her.
'I... I want to do it too... I want to lick him.'
Finally, Yu-yeon slowly extended her own tongue.
Lick. Lick.
She began to entwine her tongue with Sun-woo’s, which was already busy tasting her. They coiled around each other like snakes ensnaring their prey.
Slurp. Squish.
Slurp. Squish.
Soon, their tongues were tangled in a messy, frantic dance. It was like a pair of serpents mating.
'Haaah... this boy... he’s so... skilled...'
Yu-yeon’s gaze grew even more vacant. She was completely captivated by Sun-woo’s masterful tongue-work.
After indulging in each other’s tastes for a long moment...
Slide.
Sun-woo’s left arm slowly wound around Yu-yeon’s slender waist. Applying gentle pressure, he eased her up from her seat until she was standing.
Yu-yeon did not resist. She simply followed his lead, drifting where he pulled.
Once she was on her feet, Sun-woo slowly raised his right hand.
Grip.
He placed it directly over her incredibly voluptuous breast.
"Ah!"
Hwangbo Yu-yeon gasped at the slight pressure. The sensation of his hand seizing her breast sent a jolt of excitement through her.
Squeeze. Knead.
Sun-woo began to knead her breast, his movements both rapid and devoted.
"Hngh... ah... hah!"
Yu-yeon’s face flushed crimson as she began to writhe. The touch of a man’s hand, felt for the first time in twenty years, brought her to an unbearable peak of arousal.
Squeeze. Knead.
He toyed with her breast for what felt like an eternity.
Slide.
Then, Sun-woo’s hand began a slow descent. It passed over the swell of her upper breast, moved past the underside, glided over her prominent hip bone, and swept across her child-bearing hips. Before long, his hand reached her firm thigh.
Stroke. Stroke.
Sun-woo began to caress her thigh—firm and powerful like that of a stallion—with a lingering, suggestive touch. The sensation of her taut skin filled his palm.
Shiver.
As Sun-woo toyed with her thigh, Yu-yeon began to tremble violently. The proximity of his hand to her most private, intimate parts provided an immense stimulus.
Drip. Drip.
Soon, her love nectar began to soak through her silk undergarments and drip onto the floor. Sun-woo’s wandering hands—on her lips, her breasts, and now her thighs—had caused her to overflow.
Wriggle.
As if sensing her reaction, Sun-woo began to slide his hand inward, inching closer to her center.
Squish.
Finally, Sun-woo’s hand made contact with her underwear, which was now drenched in sexual fluid.
Tremble.
"Phew!"
Hwangbo Yu-yeon shuddered and abruptly pulled her lips away. The sensation of his hand touching her underwear had snapped her back to reality.
"No... you can't... not here."
With her reason partially restored, Yu-yeon began to slowly push Sun-woo away. She had been jolted awake.
Kissing him and letting him touch her breasts could be dismissed as a momentary lapse, a temporary escape. She hadn't crossed the final line yet. But if she allowed him access to what lay between her legs, she and Sun-woo would truly cross the point of no return. She would be committing an unpardonable sin against her husband and daughter.
She couldn't do it. Even though he had neglected her for twenty years, he was the husband she had sworn to serve for life. And her daughter was the precious jewel she had raised with all her heart for two decades. She couldn't betray them.
"......Yu-yeon."
Sun-woo gazed at her with a piteous expression. His eyes were as sorrowful as a puppy left out in the rain.
'...Ah...'
Seeing him like that, Yu-yeon let out a silent lament. The thought that she was the cause of his sadness pained her.
"No... I can't... even if you look at me like that, I can't."
She shook her head violently from side to side. No matter how mournful he looked, some things were simply forbidden. How could she, a married woman, commit such an atrocity? And with a young man who was practically her daughter's age? It was unacceptable.
"............Yu-yeon."
Sun-woo continued to stare at her with eyes full of profound grief, looking as though he were devastated by her rejection.
'Ugh... hnnngh...'
Facing that gaze, Yu-yeon jerked her head away. She felt that if she looked at him any longer, her resolve would crumble.
"Is it truly... impossible?"
"It's impossible, Young Master... This isn't right. I... I have a husband and a daughter..."
"Those two don't even care for you! Why do you care so much for them?!"
Sun-woo’s voice rose with sudden heat.
".......No... that's not true."
Yu-yeon shook her head, trying to deny it.
"It is true! They don't truly see you! No one knew how hard it has been for you! How much you suffered! How lonely you were!"
Sun-woo spoke with eyes that shimmered with intensity.
".........."
Yu-yeon fell silent. She couldn't find the words to refute him because she knew he was right. His words were the cold, hard truth.
For all this time, no one had truly looked at her. Not when the Hwangbo Clan went into seclusion and they were strapped for cash. Not when she was subtly ostracized by the other wives after they became poor. Not even when she had to swallow her pride and beg for money because she couldn't find a mere 500,000 nyang.
Her husband had remained consistently indifferent. Her daughter, oblivious to their dire straits, spent money recklessly, making her life even harder. No one had been her strength. They had only been burdens, both mentally and materially.
Hearing Sun-woo say it out loud made the reality feel even more agonizing. She realized, once again, that she had no one on her side.
"Your husband and daughter only see you as a 'wife' and a 'mother.' Neither of them sees you!"
Sun-woo began to speak with even more passion.
"They don't see how much of a struggle your life has been... how much you've sacrificed... So why... why do you care what they think? Why!"
Sun-woo looked at her as if he were carrying all the world's sorrow.
"............."
Yu-yeon squeezed her eyes shut. Looking into his eyes filled her with a bottomless well of sadness.
Caress.
Sun-woo slowly raised his hand and gently stroked her flushed cheek, as if he were handling something incredibly precious.
"Live your own life... Don't be bound by them... Do what you see, what you feel, and what you want."
Tear.
A tear rolled down Yu-yeon’s cheek. She was deeply moved by his words—by the fact that he saw her as a woman, not just someone’s wife or mother.
"Yu-yeon... do you dislike me?"
Sun-woo watched her closely before asking softly.
".......No."
"Then... do you like me?"
".........Yes."
"How did you feel when we kissed?"
".......It was... it was wonderful."
"And when I touched your breasts?"
".......I was surprised, but I didn't hate it... I actually liked it."
"And when I touched your soaked underwear?"
"........I felt embarrassed... and ashamed..."
"Did you hate it, then?"
"No...... I liked it so much... it made me excited."
Yu-yeon managed to stammer out the words, her face burning with shame at his questions.
".......Yu-yeon."
Sun-woo continued, his gaze incredibly serious.
"Yes."
"I want to become one with you. What do you think, Yu-yeon?"
".........Me... too."
At Sun-woo’s question, Yu-yeon’s face turned a deep shade of red, and she answered in a tiny voice.
"I can't hear you... Please... say it a little louder."
"I... I want to become one with you, too."
Yu-yeon spoke up, her voice clearer this time. She wasn't being polite; she was speaking her true heart.
"I'm so happy, Yu-yeon."
Sun-woo looked at her as if she were a precious, commendable child. Then, he slowly lowered his hand again. Toward her thighs.
Creep. Creep.
His hand began to slide up her thigh, heading toward the most secret, intimate valley.
Squish.
Sun-woo’s hand finally reached the valley's waters—the hot, wet, wanton fluid.
"Ah!"
A moan escaped Yu-yeon’s lips. The sensation of his hand against her underwear sent a massive wave of arousal through her.
Squish. Squish.
Sun-woo began to move his fingers rapidly.
"Hngh... ah... mmm..."
Violent moans erupted from Yu-yeon in time with his finger movements.
"Haaaaahhh......."
He toyed with her through the fabric for a long while before slowly withdrawing his hand from beneath her skirt.
"Yu-yeon, look at this."
He held up his fingers, which were glistening and wet, before her eyes.
"You're completely soaked."
Sun-woo spoke in admiration. He seemed genuinely impressed by how her pussy had become so drenched after only a little bit of play.
"...Saying things like that... is embarrassing."
Yu-yeon blushed deeply at the sight of his wet fingers. She was ashamed that she had felt so much from such brief stimulation. And she was worried—worried that he might think she was a lewd woman.
"You don't have to be embarrassed, Yu-yeon."
As if reading her mind, Sun-woo looked at her with affection.
"It just shows how much you love me."
".....But..."
"I'm actually happy... that you could get this excited for a man like me."
"..........Thank you."
Yu-yeon replied, her face still burning.
"Don't thank me... I'm the one who's grateful... for you coming to me like this."
"............"
At his sweet words, Yu-yeon lowered her head. Her face was so red she couldn't bear to look at him.
Pat. Pat.
Sun-woo patted her head a couple of times, as if she were adorable. Then, he reached back under her skirt.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
He placed his hand over her drenched underwear and began to move it again, this time with fierce intensity.
"Hngh... ahhh... hah..."
Moans broke from Yu-yeon’s lips once more. The way his hand stimulated her pussy brought her an unimaginable amount of pleasure.
"Ah... Sun-woo... please... go a little slower... please..."
Yu-yeon pleaded through her moans. The pleasure was rising like a tidal wave, and she couldn't contain it.
Squish. Squish. Squish.
"I can't... I can't control myself... This is all your fault, Yu-yeon... Because you're... you're so beautiful... I just can't help it."
Sun-woo ignored her pleas and continued his handiwork, shifting all the blame onto her.
"Haaaaaaaaahhh!"
Finally, a loud, unrestrained scream of pleasure tore from Hwangbo Yu-yeon’s throat.
