Chapter 102
Translator: penny
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Sun and Moon Star Formation Great Harmony Scripture (3)
At first, Saran had resolved to grit her teeth and endure it—lying perfectly still without showing any reaction, just waiting for it to end. But Yong Yoo's potent vitality and the exquisite pleasure sparked by his serene yin energy were far from something she could simply withstand.
As soon as he began channeling that serene yin energy, the moans burst from her lips uncontrollably. Her heart pounded wildly—whether from the stimulation or genuine fluttering excitement, she couldn't tell. Her mind, bleached white by the onslaught, was filled only with Yong Yoo's handsome features, his voice, and the sensations he unleashed.
'No... this can't happen.'
Overwhelmed by the Sun and Moon Star Formation Great Harmony Scripture fully exerting its power, Saran watched her initial resolve crumble to dust. Now, she clung to him like a cicada, desperately craving the pleasure he offered.
Even as the cravings took hold, she had desperately resisted by thinking of her husband. But once Yong Yoo thrust his manhood inside and true intercourse began, she could hold out no longer.
Her resolve had shattered long ago, her husband's existence forgotten. Her body, brutally honest, now flirtatiously obeyed Yong Yoo's words, seeking his affection.
"That's it. Just like that. Good girl."
Prostrated atop the bedsheets slick with their mingled fluids, Saran thrust her hips back toward Yong Yoo in a posture fit for beasts, her plump rear wiggling seductively to entice him.
Yong Yoo pinned her head down with one hand to hold her in place and rammed his manhood in savagely, yet Saran let out only sweet, pain-free moans.
"Haaang...!"
Her moans now flowed all too naturally. Matching the rhythm of his hips, she swayed her own waist softly, guiding his manhood to her most sensitive spots.
After trying various positions and pinpointing her inner weaknesses, her body yearned for more pleasure. Unconsciously, she twisted and bucked, telegraphing her vulnerabilities to him.
It was as if she were silently begging: 'Torment me right here,' 'This is Saran's weak spot,' 'Make a mess of me.' Yong Yoo eagerly obliged, pounding her relentlessly at those spots.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Her womb sucked at his manhood like a suction cup, while the folds of her passage gripped and massaged him fiercely, delivering unprecedented intensity.
Tightening around him with exquisite precision yet stimulating with bouncy resilience, Saran's pussy was a treasure unlike any he'd known.
If he were an ordinary man, he'd worry about being drained dry and dying on the spot the moment he entered her.
"How did your husband endure this?"
"W-what do you mean?"
"Nothing, never mind!"
Of course, Yong Yoo didn't know that the Nakseong Sect Leader's tool was too small for proper penetration—and even if forced in, too thin for her passage to grip properly.
This was essentially the first time Saran had fully accepted and been pleasured by a man's organ—Yong Yoo's—and she knew it all too well.
Days of handjobs substituting for her husband's member to end the night. Days of barely managing penetration, only to watch him tremble and finish alone.
All her beliefs that she'd shared satisfying intimacy and true connection with her husband lay in ruins.
Unwittingly crushing the sect leader's masculine pride, Yong Yoo thrust his hips violently, as if demonstrating what a 'real man' could do.
Slam! Slam! Slam!
"Hooo...! No, no, no... Aaaahhh!!!"
Their flesh collided in raucous symphony, her cries weaving a beautiful melody. Yong Yoo drove her harder, eager to savor more of that music.
Crack...!
Sensing the massive climax approaching, Saran bit her lip and shattered the cabin floorboards with both hands. Yong Yoo thrilled at the sight of this woman—so much stronger than him—submitting, assuming such a humiliating pose at his command.
Respect for a Soul Transformation cultivator. Wariness toward a dangerous figure who could kill him anytime. Pity for a widow left alone after losing her husband.
In the fervor of their prolonged lovemaking, all those tangled emotions within Yong Yoo melted away.
No—rather, they became seasonings that made the affair even more delicious.
Spurt! Spuuurt!
"Haaaaah...!!"
As Yong Yoo unleashed deep inside once more, Saran climaxed with the sharp, feline gasps of a beast.
Yong Yoo seized her throat, yanking her back, and crushed his lips to hers roughly.
Sealing her mouth with his, he ravaged her interior while his manhood stabbed and ground against her most vulnerable depths.
The aftershocks of her recent peak unfinished, Saran shuddered through wave after wave of smaller climaxes.
Splash! Splaaash!!
Successive orgasms forced out torrents of her juices, pooling on the floor. The puddle reeked with the lewd, feminine scent that drove men wild.
Yong Yoo scooped up the mixture of his semen and her fluids, bringing it to her lips.
"Here, Saran. Hungry?"
Acts too crude, vulgar, and degrading for his beloved partners—he could indulge them here.
Forcing the mingled essence into her mouth, Yong Yoo mocked and humiliated her.
"You claimed to love your husband so much, yet just days after starting this with me, you're squirting like a fountain. Poor guy, loving such a cheap, slutty woman."
"N-no. No... that's not it."
Saran reflexively denied it. Yong Yoo gripped her throat, pulling her into a rear embrace, and whispered softly.
"Not it? What's not?"
With his manhood rubbing between her cheeks and his free hand plunging into her folds, Yong Yoo raked his nails roughly along the gripping wrinkles.
Saran couldn't hold back, squirting again.
"Kgh...!"
Splaaash!!!
"Cumming so easily from a stranger's fingers—even courtesans aren't this slutty. Right?"
"That's... that's..."
Saran couldn't deny it.
Her body was hornier than any woman's, climaxing from the lightest touch, spreading her legs instinctively for a man, rendering her 1,600 years of lotus arts utterly worthless.
Shamed by her own body, Saran offered an excuse to lessen the humiliation.
"It's... because it's Master..."
"What do you mean?"
"Because it's Master... that I feel this way..."
Admitting she was just a slut for any man would be mortifying. It would ruin her dignity as a Soul Transformation cultivator and as the Nakseong Sect Leader's wife.
Better to limit it: because it was Yong Yoo. Only him.
It was less shameful—and objectively, his looks were stunning even to a Soul Transformation expert's eyes. In her mind, he was a 'special being,' likely a reincarnated immortal.
Reacting specially to such an extraordinary figure was only natural, preserving her face.
"So, you feel this way because it's me?"
"...Yes."
"Because it's me, not your husband?"
"Hic... Yes."
"A side you never show your beloved husband—you show only to me?"
"......"
"I'm thrilled."
With a peck on her cheek, Yong Yoo eased her mind somewhat.
In the world of cultivators, face was everything. Saving hers this way was a relief, she thought.
She didn't realize she'd begun prioritizing her 'self' over her 'husband and wife' bond, ignoring him entirely.
But Yong Yoo noticed clearly.
The fainter the sect leader's presence in her heart, the lower the betrayal risk—and the higher her loyalty to him. Perfect for Yong Yoo.
He maneuvered her onto all fours, dragging her before a mirror.
Seizing her hair, he forced her to face the reflection, whispering in her ear as he stared at the mirrored Saran.
"Then... teach that clueless idiot in the mirror properly."
"T-teach what?"
"Who your special person is. Who's in your heart. Who you belong to... Teach her well."
Saran's eyes wavered at his words. She instinctively sought her husband's spirit in the glass—but it was nowhere.
The small mirror brimmed with just Yong Yoo and her; no room for him. She turned her head to search, but Yong Yoo gripped her chin, forcing her gaze back.
"Come on. Say it. What should she hear?"
Thrusting his hips to prod her, Yong Yoo urged her on. Saran jolted, trembling, then melted into pleasure with a dazed smile, speaking to her reflection.
"To you... Master is... special."
At first, she clearly knew she addressed her mirrored self.
"You... Hng! You... haang! You're Master's... thing..."
But his ceaseless stimulation numbed her brain, clouding judgment. Gradually, she lost distinction between reflection and reality.
"You're... Master's tool. Master is... haaang! Special, ngh! Special. So... so feeling this for Master... isn't weird at all... It's natural. Hooook?!"
Her own words, once from her lips, now echoed distantly. Her voice, clear in her ears, began ringing in her mind.
"Master is... special... That's why... I feel this way. Only for Master... Never forget... You're... Master's... Forever... forever... Because... Master is special to me... Only... only Master is... special... Never... ever forget..."
Watching her hypnotically self-indoctrinate, Yong Yoo shook his hips gleefully. Saran accepted him ever more naturally, joyfully.
Her trembling expression steadied, her quavering voice sharpened, her pallid complexion brightened.
"Master, Master..."
"Yes, Saran."
"Master... more, more... use me more..."
How much time passed as Saran lost her reason to pleasure, brainwashing herself?
Two months into the Sun and Moon Star Formation Great Harmony Scripture, with Yong Yoo's unitary primordial energy fully purified, Saran naturally knelt to clean his manhood meticulously with her mouth, coquettishly nuzzling him.
Stroking her head endearingly, Yong Yoo drew a look of ecstasy from her. She basked in his touch, feeling profound, genuine happiness welling from her heart. Her husband's spirit no longer reflected in her eyes.