Chapter 652: Age is Just a Number
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 652: Age is Just a Number
Trot, trot, trot, trot.
Yorang began walking briskly toward Sun-woo’s quarters.
She wanted to quit her job at the Jaegyeong Pavilion as soon as humanly possible. Because of that, she felt that the sooner she had this "consultation," the better.
‘Yes, if it’s Sun-woo, he’ll definitely have a way!’
Yorang had absolute faith that Sun-woo would find a solution. It was a belief rooted in evidence.
Sun-woo possessed a superlative talent for shaking people down. He was a master at wringing every last drop out of his targets, pushing them to their absolute limits.
After all, hadn't he extorted a Ten-Thousand-Year Cold Iron box and a Black Dragon Robe from her during their very first meeting? Later, he had used her own injuries as a pretext to fleece sixty thousand nyang from the Rising Stars of Dragon and Phoenix—all while conveniently omitting the fact that she possessed self-healing abilities.
That wasn't all. He had even managed to squeeze a staggering one million nyang out of the Geumcheol Sect, using his social status and a breach of contract as leverage.
To Yorang, whose monthly salary was a mere two hundred silver taels, that was an astronomical sum—an amount she couldn't save even if she worked for five thousand years.
Sun-woo was a genius. A genius of extortion.
If it was Sun-woo, he would surely be kind enough to explain a way for her to come into some money.
‘Hehehehe... I’ll be a golden slacker! A golden slacker!’
A thick smile spread across Yorang’s lips. Her mind was already filled with visions of a life lived on unearned income, eating all the snacks she wanted.
Trot, trot, trot.
Yorang’s footsteps toward Sun-woo’s quarters grew even faster.
*
Sun-woo was lying on the bed with his hands tucked behind his head. He was patiently waiting for Ok-ryeong, who had said she was going to wash up.
‘I wouldn't have minded if she didn't wash, though.’
Sun-woo clicked his tongue in regret. He was perfectly fine with enjoying their nightly play without a bath. Both of them had reached a level of cultivation where they could easily shake off impurities from their bodies using internal energy. There was no real need to wash.
However, Ok-ryeong had insisted. She argued that while Sun-woo might be fine, she absolutely had to wash. In the end, she had left for the bath, leaving Sun-woo to clear away his own sweat and grime with his internal energy and wait obediently.
‘Sigh... when is she coming?’
As her bath stretched on, Sun-woo began to feel restless. His heart was already burning with desire. Waiting indefinitely in such a state only made his impatience grow.
‘I wish I had a TV or something.’
Sun-woo felt a pang of longing. If this were a motel, he could have killed time by watching TV. He might have even preheated his body by watching an adult movie. But there was no way such a thing existed in the Central Plains—not in an era where the TV hadn't even been invented yet.
So, he could do nothing but wait with a blank expression until she returned.
After waiting for what felt like an eternity...
Knock, knock, knock.
Finally, someone began to knock on the door.
"Come in!"
Sun-woo shouted his permission immediately. It was the signal that he was ready.
Creeeeeak.
The moment Sun-woo gave the word, the door began to open. Soon, a beautiful woman revealed herself.
Skin as white as milk.
Eyes that sparkled like starlight.
A gentle, slightly drooping eye shape that radiated benevolence.
A perfectly straight, beautiful bridge of the nose.
Lovely lips as red as a ripe persimmon in autumn.
Voluptuous breasts and a slender waist.
And hips that emphasized her femininity.
She wore thin innerwear that left almost nothing of her superior physique to the imagination. Her face was the picture of innocent purity, like a celestial maiden, but her body possessed the sultry ripeness of a temptress capable of devouring any man.
Gulp.
Sun-woo swallowed hard.
"......Ok-ryeong."
Sun-woo spoke as he gazed at the celestial temptress.
"......Did I keep you waiting long?"
Ok-ryeong spoke, her face flushing slightly.
"No... I didn't wait that long."
Sun-woo shook his head as he replied.
"I feel this every time, but you really are very kind, Sun-woo."
Hearing his words, Ok-ryeong gave a clear smile. Then, she slowly walked toward him.
Step, step.
Before long, she was standing right in front of him.
"That kindness makes my heart flutter."
Stroke, stroke.
She began to gently caress Sun-woo’s cheek.
"........You flatter me."
Sun-woo’s face turned slightly red. Men are creatures driven by a desire for recognition. No matter what they do, they overflow with the urge to be acknowledged by someone. Sun-woo was no different. He wanted to be recognized; he wanted to be praised. He was equipped with that basic human need.
Ok-ryeong was a woman who satisfied that desire. No matter what he did, she praised him and acknowledged him. She also gave him her blind trust. That was why Sun-woo loved her so much—this woman who embraced and caressed everything about him.
Thump, thump, thump.
Sun-woo felt his heart beating wildly. It was as if his affection for her was being measured by his heart rate.
"Ok-ryeong."
Sun-woo spoke, looking at her with eyes full of lust.
"Please, speak."
Perhaps sensing his heated gaze, Ok-ryeong’s face deepened in color.
"You're so beautiful."
Sun-woo spoke with an expression of pure admiration. Her graceful, celestial appearance naturally drew the compliment from him.
".......I'm embarrassed."
"It's the truth... why be embarrassed?"
Stroke, stroke.
Sun-woo stroked her fine hair as he continued.
"...Why do you like... an old ajumma like me... so much...?"
Ok-ryeong spoke, her face turning as red as an apple from bashfulness.
"Do you really think of yourself as an ajumma?"
"I am one... I'm certainly old enough..."
Ok-ryeong’s expression turned somber. It seemed that bringing up the topic of age made her feel depressed.
"Where else could you find such a beautiful ajumma?"
"......Don't tease me so much... I might actually start to believe you."
"I'm serious. You don't have to think it's a delusion."
Sun-woo looked at Ok-ryeong with an incredibly serious gaze.
"........."
Meeting that gaze, Ok-ryeong lowered her head. Her heart was pounding so uncontrollably that she couldn't look him in the eye.
"Ok-ryeong, age is just a number."
Sun-woo continued, trying to comfort her.
"Love can transcend everything. Age, borders, education—all of it."
"Do you really think so?"
At Sun-woo’s sweet words, Ok-ryeong looked up at him with sparkling eyes.
"Of course. Love is great, so it can transcend everything—except for gender, maybe."
"You're right...... since homosexuality is a mental illness."
Ok-ryeong nodded in agreement. She felt the sincerity in Sun-woo’s words.
"...........Sun-woo, did you put honey on your lips today?"
"Want to check?"
Hearing her question, Sun-woo wore a soft smile.
"To see if there's honey on them."
Poke.
"..........You're mischievous.."
Ok-ryeong lightly tapped his chest at his playful remark.
Slide.
Sun-woo gently wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Then, he slowly pulled her toward him.
"I'm serious. Check for yourself. See if there's honey or not."
"...........Yes."
Ok-ryeong nodded. Then, she closed her eyes and slowly puckered her lips. Sun-woo looked at her, thinking how cute she was, and leaned in.
Mwah.
Soon, their lips met. A soft sensation spread through them.
‘Sweet.’
Sun-woo thought that no honey in the world could be as sweet as her lips.
Slurp.
Slurp.
The sound of them devouring each other's lips began to echo through the room. After some time had passed, Sun-woo slowly slid his tongue out. He began to lick every inch of her soft lips.
Lick, lick.
It was as if he were asking her to open the closed door. Ok-ryeong’s mouth slowly parted, and her tongue tentatively emerged. She was responding to his signal.
Lick, lick.
Lick, lick.
Soon, their tongues began to entwine like mating snakes. It was incredibly sticky and erotic. After continuing their kiss for a long while...
Schlick.
Sun-woo slowly pulled his mouth away.
"Ok-ryeong, I love you."
He looked at her with eyes full of love.
"I love you too."
Ok-ryeong gazed back at him with shimmering eyes.
Smooch.
Sun-woo kissed her forehead.
Smooch.
Next was the bridge of her straight nose.
Smooch.
Then her cherry-red lips.
Smooch.
And finally, he pressed his lips against her neck.
"Haa-ut... that tickles.."
Ok-ryeong let out a faint moan as Sun-woo’s lips touched her neck.
Sluuuuurp.
Sluuuuurp.
Ignoring her moan, Sun-woo began to suck on her neck aggressively. He was incredibly fierce.
"Haa-uuuh... haa-uh... Sun-woo... ugh... if you suck like that... I'll... I'll go strange.."
Ok-ryeong began to moan at the sensation. A ticklish yet erotic feeling was welling up inside her.
"....I'm doing it... so you'll go strange."
Sun-woo pulled his lips away and looked at her.
"Wu... wu... I'm embarrassed..."
"I'll make you... even more embarrassed."
Sun-woo reached out. He slowly lifted her translucent innerwear.
Boing.
Her incredibly voluptuous breasts were revealed.
Gulp.
Sun-woo swallowed hard at the sight. They were so tempting and massive that he instinctively wanted to devour them.
"Ok-ryeong, your breasts look delicious every time I see them."
"......When you say things like that... it's embarrassing.."
Ok-ryeong’s face turned as red as a ripe apple. Sun-woo’s blunt honesty was making her excitement soar.
Sun-woo smiled at her reaction. He found her habit of getting embarrassed by every little thing adorable. Despite being the older one, she was cuter than any younger woman could hope to be.
Plump.
Sun-woo buried his face in her tempting, large breasts.
Rub, rub.
He began to nuzzle his face against them fiercely.
Squish, squish.
The soft, pillowy sensation of her breasts pressed against both his cheeks.
"Haaaa..."
Sun-woo let out a groan of pleasure. The sensation of her breasts enveloping his face brought him a sense of stability and happiness.
‘Breasts... are truly... wonderful.’
Sun-woo thought he could live the rest of his life buried in them.
"Fufu. Sun-woo... you're like a baby."
Ok-ryeong’s soft laughter reached his ears. Sun-woo slowly raised his head and looked up at her. He saw her looking down at him with an expression that said she found him incredibly precious.
"Do you like breasts that much?"
Ok-ryeong asked playfully. She was curious about why he loved them so much.
"I love them!"
Sun-woo answered immediately without a hint of hesitation. It wasn't a question that required any thought. Breasts were a symbol of stability and happiness. Just looking at them made him feel good, and touching them made him feel blissful. How could he not love them?
Ok-ryeong gave a benevolent smile. Then, she slowly reached out and gently stroked Sun-woo’s hair.
"Did my little baby... like the breasts... that much?.."
She spoke as if soothing a child.
"Haaaaaa..."
Sun-woo felt a deep psychological peace at her motherly tone.
‘More... I want to be... even happier..’
Sun-woo thought.
Grab.
Sun-woo took hold of her large tits. Then, he opened his mouth and took one of her nipples in. He felt the sensation of the nipple rising firm inside his mouth.
Sluuuuurp.
Sluuuuurp.
Sun-woo began to suck on the erect nipple fiercely, like a three-day-starved infant craving its mother’s milk.
"Haa-eut... nnn-eut... hng-ugh.."
Ok-ryeong began to moan. The sensation of her nipple being sucked sent her excitement skyrocketing. It felt good. It felt so good that "good" didn't even begin to describe it. The man she loved most in the world was sucking on her breast with an expression of pure bliss. How could she not be happy?
"Haaaaaaa-ah!"
Ok-ryeong let out a sharp moan. She looked down at Sun-woo. He was devouring her breast, lost in happiness. The man called the World's Greatest Martial Artist. The man called the Sword God.
He was cute. He was so cute that her affection for him began to overflow.
"HAAAAAAAA-AH!!!!!"
Ok-ryeong cried out. The sensation of her breast being sucked, combined with her love for him, filled her with an inexpressible sense of fulfillment.
She was happy. Simply happy. The mere fact that she was with this man was enough.
Ok-ryeong’s eyes began to fill with pure, unadulterated happiness.