Chapter 863: Your Grace is Immeasurable!
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 863: Your Grace is Immeasurable!
He slowly reached out toward her perfectly rounded breasts.
Squish.
An incredibly soft sensation began to spread through his palm.
A smirk naturally formed on his lips. The soft, supple feeling in his hand brought a spontaneous surge of happiness.
How could they be this soft?
Squeeze, squeeze.
He began to knead them with strength, as if working dough. The plush sensation filled his hand entirely. Along with it, a sense of peace and tranquility began to settle over his mind.
'Haah... so peaceful... so calm.'
It felt as if all his worries and anxieties were vanishing in an instant.
"Do you like my breasts that much?"
A woman’s playful voice whispered into his ear.
"Oh, are you awake?"
Sun-woo spoke, a sheepish expression on his face.
"How could I not be, when you are kneading them so fiercely?"
The woman, Neung So-hwa, spoke with a feigned look of indignation.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you."
Sun-woo apologized as he looked at her. He felt bad for disturbing her sleep.
"Well, it is fine... It was about time to get up anyway," Neung So-hwa said, shaking her head slightly. "By the way, why are you fondling my breasts first thing in the morning?"
She asked, her expression filled with curiosity.
"Well, I just wanted to find some peace of mind..." Sun-woo offered as an excuse.
"How strange. To think you seek peace of mind in my breasts."
"It’s surprisingly stabilizing when I touch them."
"Hmm..."
Squeeze, squeeze.
Neung So-hwa reached out and gently squeezed one of her own breasts.
"I don't feel stabilized at all."
"That’s because it only works for men."
Sun-woo continued, looking a bit embarrassed.
"What a peculiar way to find peace."
She shook her head. She couldn't help but think that men were truly strange creatures.
Slide.
She slowly began to sit up. As she did, the blanket that had been half-covering her slipped away, revealing her magnificent figure to Sun-woo’s full view.
Her skin was lustrous and white as jade. Her breasts were full and perfectly swollen. Her waist was narrow like a gourd, tapering into an ant-like midsection. In contrast, her hips flared out wide, leading to a bottom built for easy childbirth.
It felt like looking at a lifelong masterpiece painstakingly crafted by the Creator God himself.
Gulp.
Sun-woo swallowed hard. He saw her every day, yet he was amazed every single time. She was so beautiful that he wanted to possess her all over again.
"Now, Sun-woo, let us prepare to head out. Is today not the day you are formally invested as a Commandery Prince? Let us hurry and get ready. There is much to do—we must choose a suitable ceremonial robe and see to your grooming. Of course, you are charming and handsome enough without it, but you will shine even brighter once you are dressed up."
Neung So-hwa began to pull on Sun-woo’s hand, looking excited. To her, the tasks ahead felt as vast as a mountain.
"...Can't we... stay just a little longer?"
"No. We must prepare in advance so there are no worries, right?"
She shook her head, refusing him.
"...Just a little longer... please?"
Creep, creep.
Sun-woo’s hand began to slide down.
Squeeze, squeeze.
He started to fondle her soft buttocks.
"...Ugh... Sun-woo... stop... stop touching me and get up... we have no time to delay like this..."
"I can't."
Sun-woo shook his head, expressing his refusal.
"I've... gotten too excited to get up."
Sun-woo wore a look of mock distress.
"Excited... surely you don't mean?"
Neung So-hwa slowly lowered her gaze. And there she saw it—Sun-woo’s massive weapon, standing tall as if trying to ascend to heaven.
"You've... gotten excited already?"
Seeing it, Neung So-hwa spoke with a slight blush on her face.
"...I couldn't help it... You're just too attractive."
"......You are far too healthy. Even after... doing it so much... yesterday... how can you be so energetic?"
They had already spent the entire night in intercourse. He had hardened his dick countless times and erupted with semen over and over. How could it stand tall again so quickly, asserting its presence?
"So... do you hate it?"
Sun-woo asked her with a mischievous grin.
"......It is not that I hate it... but it is troublesome."
"Why?"
"......We must go choose your robes and groom you... will this not cause a delay?"
"Then we should calm it down quickly before we're delayed even further, right?"
Sun-woo began to smirk.
".............You are far too wicked."
Neung So-hwa’s face turned as red as a ripe persimmon.
Thud.
She knelt down on the bed.
Grip.
She reached out and grabbed Sun-woo’s thick dick, which was pointing toward the ceiling.
Stroke, stroke.
Then, she began to move her hand up and down slowly, adjusting her grip and moving her fingers with practiced ease.
"Haah... So-hwa... your hand technique... has improved... a lot...?"
Feeling the sensation, Sun-woo let out a faint groan. Her touch was providing considerable stimulation.
"......It is all... because of you. Is it not because... you get excited... every single time?"
Neung So-hwa spoke, her face flushed with embarrassment. Her skill had improved solely because of him. To calm his dick, which became erect regardless of time or place, her hand technique had no choice but to improve.
"Haah.... I think... it's the best thing... you've ever done... haah......"
"Wicked. You truly are."
Neung So-hwa made a coy expression.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
She began to pump his dick even more vigorously.
"Haah... So-hwa... it feels good... so good... a bit harder... stroke it... a bit faster..."
Sun-woo began to plead with her, his face filled with ecstasy. He begged her to please him more, to make him even happier.
Stroke, stroke, stroke.
Neung So-hwa’s hand began to move even faster. Up and down, then up and down again. After stroking him for a while—
"...Ugh."
Splurt!
Sun-woo let out a groan, and a burst of white seminal fluid erupted. It was like a volcano exploding.
"Oh, my!"
Seeing this, Neung So-hwa quickly took his dick into her mouth.
Slurp, slurp.
Gulp, gulp.
She began to suck fiercely, as if determined not to miss a single drop. Sun-woo leisurely enjoyed the sensation of his dick—now sensitive from ejaculation—being sucked until she finally stopped.
After a moment—
"Did I not tell you? Tell me before you ejaculate! Look at how much of this precious semen you have spilled!"
Neung So-hwa spoke with a dissatisfied expression, looking at the semen that had splattered here and there.
"Sorry. Your hand technique was so good I didn't have time to say anything."
Sun-woo spoke, looking sheepish.
"From now on... be careful. Not a single drop of your semen can be wasted..."
Neung So-hwa spoke with a pout.
"Alright, alright."
Sun-woo lightly stroked her hair. He then tried to slowly get out of bed.
Grab.
Suddenly, Neung So-hwa reached out and grabbed both of Sun-woo’s shoulders. Sun-woo, who was about to stand, was completely pinned down.
"......Huh?"
Sun-woo looked at Neung So-hwa with a blank expression. He didn't understand why she was suddenly stopping him.
"Where do you think you are going?"
Neung So-hwa asked, looking at the bewildered Sun-woo.
"Why?"
Sun-woo asked back, genuinely confused.
"How can you be the only one who gets satisfied?"
Neung So-hwa spoke, glaring at Sun-woo with a reproachful gaze. Then, she slowly began to spread her folded knees. Beneath the red thicket, her drenched red labia revealed itself.
"......Because of you... this place of mine... has become quite... excited. Is it not only natural for the one who started the fire to take responsibility?"
Spread.
She spoke as she pulled her labia apart with her fingers. Transparent sexual fluid began to flow down incessantly.
Throb, throb.
At that sight, Sun-woo felt the blood rush to his groin. His dick began to stand tall once again.
"........Didn't you say... we had to pick the robes... and get groomed?"
Sun-woo asked her, looking flustered. She was the one who had been so desperate to calm him down because they were busy, and now she was the one who was excited.
"It will be over... quickly... Sun-woo... I am confident."
Neung So-hwa slowly stood up and positioned herself as if to sit atop Sun-woo’s dick, which was pointing toward the heavens. Then, she reached down and gripped his dick. She began to slowly lower herself so that her pussy could meet his dick.
After a moment—
Squish.
"....Haaah.... ugh...!"
A groan escaped Neung So-hwa’s lips. The tip of his glans had touched the entrance of her pussy.
"Haah... Sun-woo... the tip... is touching... the entrance of my pussy... haah..."
Neung So-hwa spoke, looking at Sun-woo with eyes full of pleasure.
"...Are you happy?"
Sun-woo asked as he looked at her.
".....I am... happy."
She spoke with a smile of pure bliss.
"Then I'll make you even happier."
Sun-woo spoke with a deep smile.
Grip.
Thrust.
He grabbed both of her shoulders and pulled down with force, making her sit all the way down.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaang!!!!!!!"
Neung So-hwa’s scream of pleasure filled the room. As she was pulled down, his dick reached all the way to her uterine wall in a single stroke.
"Haah.... So-hwa... you're... the best..."
Sun-woo wore an expression of pure pleasure as he felt her vaginal walls tightening around his dick and the warm temperature of her womb.
"Haaah.... To me... you... you are... the best.. hugh.."
Neung So-hwa also spoke as she felt the sensation of him poking her uterine wall.
"Haah... So-hwa... will you make me... feel even better?"
Sun-woo asked her in a soft tone.
".......I shall do so gladly."
Squelch, squelch, squelch.
Hearing those words, Neung So-hwa began to bounce up and down incessantly, riding him like a piston. Their dick and pussy rubbed against each other without pause, granting them infinite pleasure.
"Haaaaaaaaang!!"
"Haaaaaaaa!!"
Soon, the room was filled with the sounds of the two lovers' ecstasy.
*
Taehwa Hall
A massive crowd filled the area. The Emperor, who had fully recovered from his illness, had summoned all the officials and palace maids within the Forbidden City. They were all standing in silence, their expressions tense.
A few days ago, the three clans of the traitors had been exterminated, and a bloodbath had swept through the palace. Anyone even slightly connected to them had been executed without hesitation. Naturally, everyone was on edge, worried that another purge might be coming. They prayed and prayed in their hearts that this wasn't about anything dire.
After a long period of waiting—
Creeeeeak.
The great doors of Taehwa Hall slowly began to open. From within, a man wearing a golden Imperial Dragon Robe made his appearance.
"His Imperial Majesty arrives!"
A high-pitched, clear voice echoed throughout Taehwa Hall. The ministers and palace maids quickly pressed their heads to the ground, prostrating themselves. They realized that the master of this country, the Son of Heaven, whom they were not even permitted to look upon, had appeared.
Emperor Jeongmun, having made his appearance, looked around for a moment.
"Listen, my subjects."
He slowly began to speak. His voice boomed, echoing throughout the entirety of Taehwa Hall. The crowd held their breath, unsure of what he was about to say.
"As you all know, We drank poison and suffered between life and death on Our sickbed for the past few days. While We were bedridden, many things occurred. The swords that were meant to protect Us instead turned against Us, attempting to control the nation and threatening not only Ourself but also the Crown Prince and the Imperial Family. A treasonous plot occurred that could have overturned the very foundations of this country."
Emperor Jeongmun spoke with a face full of indignation.
"However, fortunately, with the appearance of a loyal hero, the rebellion that could have toppled the nation was completely crushed. All the minions of the treason were wiped out."
Emperor Jeongmun continued, looking around.
"Therefore, We intend to bestow a reward upon the loyal hero who saved the nation. It is only right and natural that one who performs a great deed receives a reward. Today, We intend to manifest that principle."
Emperor Jeongmun’s voice boomed and spread in all directions.
"Stranger, Jang Sun-woo, step forward."
Emperor Jeongmun raised his voice, looking toward the far end of Taehwa Hall.
Step, step, step.
A man began to walk from the opposite side of the hall. His gait was incredibly polite and disciplined.
Step, step, step.
Thud.
"Your servant, Jang Sun-woo, greets Your Majesty."
Having reached the front of the hall, he knelt down.
"Listen, Jang Sun-woo. You are the hero who used your wits to save not only Us and the Crown Prince but also the Empire, which could have fallen into the hands of traitors. Therefore, this Emperor intends to grant you an ample reward, so do not refuse it."
Emperor Jeongmun spoke, staring at him with a fervent gaze.
"Your Grace is immeasurable."
"Listen, Jang Sun-woo. We shall transfer to you all the assets confiscated from the traitors. Gold, silver, various jewels, and even antiques—all shall be yours. Furthermore, We shall permit you to take one item of your choice from the Imperial Armory. Take whatever you desire."
Emperor Jeongmun spoke, looking at him with confident eyes.
"And We shall bestow upon you a title and a fief. We grant you the right to rule the entire region of Sichuan. We appoint you as a Commandery Prince, with the authority to collect taxes, organize an army, and furthermore, demand tribute. From this day forward, you shall not be called the stranger Jang Sun-woo, but Commandery Prince Jang Sun-woo."
Hearing those words, the eyes of the officials and palace maids widened in shock. Even if he had performed a great service, to grant the title of Commandery Prince to a mere stranger—how could such a thing happen?
"We shall not accept any objections or arguments from anyone. This is an Imperial Decree."
Emperor Jeongmun began to issue a stern warning to the dissatisfied crowd. It was a direct pressure not to talk back.
"Your Grace is immeasurable!"
Soon, Sun-woo’s voice of gratitude echoed loudly throughout Taehwa Hall.