Chapter 101
Translator: penny
Chapter: 101
Chapter Title: Sun and Moon Star Formation Great Harmony Scripture (2)
Saran panicked at the unfamiliar sensation she'd never experienced since birth.
The brutish grip Yong Yoo had on her shoulder, his much larger and broader, sturdy frame, the rough, masculine dominance of the man enveloping her and leading their coupling—none of it resembled anything her beloved husband had ever shown her.
Her husband had plenty of talent as a cultivator. It was just overshadowed by his overwhelming gift for poetry, leaving his cultivation potential buried. He criticized himself as inadequate and shrank from it all.
He lacked confidence, preferred for Saran—the woman—to take the lead even during intimacy, and sometimes acted like a child who hadn't left his mother's embrace.
Each time, Saran had pushed through his shortcomings with the power of her love, sustaining their bond...
Her pleasure-addled brain, now confronting this bewildering new situation for the first time in her life, dredged up memories of her husband for comparison—only to realize they offered no help whatsoever.
'Useless.'
Unthinkingly.
Truly without a second thought.
For such a fleeting instant that even Saran herself didn't notice... And before she could register it, a wave of ecstasy crashed over her, bleaching her mind stark white.
"Eugh... oh... ogh...!"
Amid the scorching pleasure racing through her body, Saran rolled her eyes back and trembled violently. Her blank, whitened mind etched the presence of the man holding her fast, refusing to let go.
As a sensual poet, Saran naturally valued a man's face, but his body mattered even more.
Her husband's frail physique had only intensified that craving.
When her hand absentmindedly reached out and felt Yong Yoo's firm chest, she found herself instinctively pressing her palm against it, leaning into him without realizing.
Feeling those large hands gripping and toying with her body brought reassurance and stability.
The thick thighs clamping her waist, preventing any escape, stirred his raw masculinity and virility, leaving her unconsciously tense.
It might sound perverse—finding pleasure in being pinned down and suppressed by a man—but it didn't feel bad to Saran.
No... it was a little comforting, even.
Above all, Yong Yoo came across as rough at first glance, but closer inspection revealed his gentle, caring approach, which eased her mind.
'She likes this.'
Having figured out that she enjoyed the mix of rough restraint and tender treatment, Yong Yoo roughly pulled her body into one arm, lifting her close, while softly pressing his lips to hers and stroking her back.
His hand trailed down from her back, gripping her rear firmly as he slipped his lips into her mouth.
"Mmph...!"
As Yong Yoo's tongue probed between her lips, Saran startled and turned her head to evade—only for him to let her pull away before licking the nape of her neck.
His tongue traced the sharp line of her collarbone, then playfully nipped at the full breasts below.
Her flesh was cool yet soft, the sensation against his lips irresistibly alluring, like savoring exquisite frozen cream.
Yong Yoo devoured her breasts until they were slick with saliva, then bit down on her nipple and lifted until the heavy mound distorted in shape. Saran arched her back, gasping raggedly for air.
"Haa... haaah...!!"
Squish! Squish!!
Love juices spurted from between Saran's thighs, soaking Yong Yoo's lower abdomen and manhood.
Even her fluids, which should have been warm, were cool—steam faintly rising where they met his blood-engorged, heated shaft.
"By the way, Saran."
"Wh-what is it... Just finish the technique already..."
"Don't worry. No need to beg like that—I'll pound you plenty."
Saran gritted her teeth as Yong Yoo grinned teasingly, mocking her.
"Who's begging?"
"You aren't? You're gripping my waist so tight."
"Ah."
Only then did Saran become aware of her body's state, thanks to his words.
She'd started off trying to pull away from him, but now her legs were wrapped around his waist, her hands clutching his shoulders, her lower half glistening lewdly with her slick arousal, and her nipples standing pert atop her modest breasts, asserting their presence.
"Ah..."
No matter how she looked at it, she appeared a woman in heat, craving the man before her.
To an onlooker, she might seem not the wife of his killer, but a bride sharing tender love with the man she'd shyly cherished since youth.
Realizing this, Saran sought out the grudge binding her to Yong Yoo—her beloved husband.
But before she could find him, Yong Yoo seized her face and claimed her lips.
"...!!"
Stunned by her own state, Saran couldn't resist. Yong Yoo skillfully ravaged her mouth, teasing the sensitive inner membranes to heighten her arousal.
He gave her a melting kiss that made her crave more, entangling their tongues ever longer.
With her vision filled by Yong Yoo's face, Saran unwittingly felt 'happy' amid the kiss.
Emotions tend to follow the flesh.
Saran, bearer of a famed poet's body honed near the realm of unmoving mind, was all the more vulnerable to emotional turbulence born from physical response.
The ceaseless pleasure Yong Yoo infused via his spiritual energy made her stagnant heart pound wildly. Her body mistook the reactions for happiness, love, excitement, and joy.
Having endured centuries in the Yellow Springs Jade Lotus Pagoda's prison by clinging to thoughts of her husband, such emotional ripples hit her even harder. She felt her hostility and hatred toward Yong Yoo fading.
'...No!'
Startled by her own feelings, Saran flung her upper body back to pull away—thrusting her hips forward into even tighter contact with him.
By her experience, this level of contact should feel like nothing. Yet Yong Yoo's body betrayed that entirely.
His manhood could battle the pinky of the Falling Star Sect Leader—and dwarfed it like a wriggling worm against a soaring dragon.
Squelch.
It pressed flush against Saran's plump outer folds. The unexpected stimulation stabbed from her core straight to her brain, stiffening her body.
"Hngh...!"
Twitch, twitch.
Shocked by contact with such a superior shaft, Saran incredulously pressed her hips down against it without thinking.
A instinctive reaction from pleasure overwhelming half her mind.
Her soft outer lips parted under the firm, unyielding pressure. The hidden entrance within wept eager nectar, as if begging him inside.
And so, Saran rocked her hips, rubbing her slit along his length.
"Ah, ah, aaaah...!!"
Only after climaxing did she realize what she'd done.
At that moment, her eyes met her husband's lingering soul behind Yong Yoo. Unable to face him, she covered her face with both hands. As she lay back, legs still locked around Yong Yoo's waist, he deftly angled his tip to her entrance.
"N-no...! Please! Not now! Not like this!!"
She couldn't join with another man while showing such depravity to her husband. She had no face left to meet him.
Saran pleaded desperately, earnestly—but Yong Yoo ignored her, stroking her lower belly softly as he pushed inside.
"...Ooooh!!!"
The instant Yong Yoo and Saran connected, the Sun and Moon Star Formation Great Harmony Scripture unleashed its full power.
His Dragon Golden Core linked with her primal soul. His blazing orange unitary spiritual energy intertwined with her luminous poetic aura, beginning their circuit.
"Ngh...! Khak...!"
The overwhelming surge of Soul Transformation energy threatened internal injuries and vomiting blood, but the pagoda's power shielded Yong Yoo's soul. The Scripture completed its full cycle unscathed.
As the cycle finished, their energies, minds, sensations, souls, and wills mingled and separated repeatedly—yielding perfect unity, like sun and moon as one.
It was an ecstasy beyond words.
Before the dizzying sense of complete existence, Yong Yoo and Saran's reason crumbled. They devolved into beasts, devouring each other.
Swept into the Scripture's immense power, they madly indulged. Soon, Yong Yoo flooded her depths with thick, hot life essence.
Spurt, spuuurt!!
"Hnnngh...!!!"
Saran endured desperately, face still hidden.
But Yong Yoo, unsatisfied, gripped her thighs tight, knelt to adjust the angle for easier thrusting, then pistoned fiercely with shallow diagonal strokes.
"No, no...! Uwaaah... Stop! Hngh! Haaang! Nooo! Please! I was wrong! No more... aaaah!"
Unable to withstand the frenzy, her hands slipped. Her face emerged, twisted in messy pleasure and bliss-tinged smile. Naturally, her eyes met her husband's watchful soul.
"Aaah... Husband... Husband... Sorry, I'm sorry! Sorry...! I couldn't help it! Hrrgh! It feels... hngh! Too good...! It's... the technique! Haaang! Blame the technique...! Not my will! Haaaaah!!!"
Desperately excusing herself to her husband while climaxing repeatedly from uncontainable pleasure.
Each time, her expression warped further. Her body, once subtly twisted toward her husband, gradually realigned for optimal reception of Yong Yoo's hips.
It turned fully toward Yong Yoo. As he held her and suckled her lips, her head turned to him without resistance.
Thus, before her husband's gaze, Saran clung to Yong Yoo body and soul, exchanging loving kisses and coupling—until she crested again. Lewd fluids of mingled nectar and seed dripped from her core.
"Hoo...!! Hnnngh...!!"
Her vision blurred from the bursting ecstasy. She turned her fading sight, taking in Yong Yoo's face one last time—not her husband's.
He no longer appeared in her eyes.
Yong Yoo enveloped her near-fainting form completely in his massive build, her body vanishing beneath him.
The Falling Star Sect Leader's soul, reduced to a specter, watched with heartrending anguish—but saw only his wife's limbs spasming in joy, buried under Yong Yoo.
"Saran, Saran...! Here comes another load!"
"Ah, th-that...! Aaah! I can't...! Hnnng...!"
"Saran! Can I cum? Yeah? I'm gonna... cumming!"
Spurt, spuuurt!!
"Th-that, no... hoooooh!! Ah, aaah... P-please! Cum! Cum inside! Hngh! Just... be gentle! It's my first time feeling this much...! It's scary...!"
"It's fine. You'll get used to it with more. So, one more round. Here, try this position?"
"L-like this?"
His wife's ruination.
Growing accustomed to the act with another man.
Opening her heart, accepting the other man.
The Falling Star Sect Leader watched. He could only watch. Nothing else was within his power.