Chapter 15
Translator: penny
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Foundation Establishment Realm (4)
Do Mun-hyang recalled the time when she had dual cultivated with Yong Yoo without knowing a single dual cultivation method.
Even then, exchanging spiritual energy within each other's bodies had brought her pleasure far beyond ordinary intercourse... She wondered just how incredible it would feel if they properly learned a dual cultivation technique and made love. The thought made her heart pound.
'Am I vulgar?'
She worried that Yong Yoo might see her as a cheap woman, but trusting in the Yong Yoo she knew, she boldly showed him the dual cultivation manual. He didn't say a word and simply went along with her wishes.
That made her so happy.
Everyone around her was filled with envy and jealousy, pushing her away. But Yong Yoo silently followed her lead, believed in her, sincerely rejoiced and congratulated her on good news, and tried to stop her when she wanted to help him even at her own expense. She loved that about him.
At some point, Do Mun-hyang realized that Mun Yoo had vanished from her heart, replaced entirely by Yong Yoo.
It had been nearly nine years since she met Yong Yoo, though they hadn't seen each other for five of those years while he was in secluded cultivation. But every day, as she tended to his refined flying sword, she thought of him, keeping them close in spirit.
And when they finally reunited after five years, Do Mun-hyang sensed the immense divine sense emanating from him.
She was shocked by its vast, powerful scope, rivaling her own. Then, while shopping together, when the story of the senior who turned the river into mist came up, she was astonished again by Yong Yoo's reaction.
His blatant attempt to dodge the topic made her realize he was the culprit.
Yong Yoo pretended otherwise, but he had a disarmingly honest side.
Like when they first met in the eastern quarter and he didn't know what to say, so he offered her spirit liquor first. Or when she clung to him and acted cute— he'd try to play it cool with his words, but his eyes would tremble, his ears would turn red, and he couldn't hide his embarrassment. Even when she yielded the dharma vessel to him, she saw how his body twitched with joy and worry for her.
'He's cute when he can't lie well, and cute when he pretends to be used to women.'
How could someone whose ears turned red if she got just a little close end up with rumors of being a vulgar playboy who messed around with every girl?
Anyway.
Do Mun-hyang was thrilled.
For Yong Yoo at the first layer of Foundation Establishment to wield spells rivaling the late Foundation Establishment stage.
As Geum So-ryeo had said, he was a genius who transcended realms with his spells.
Then... unlike her Qi Refining friends who grew jealous and envious after she rocketed to the first layer of Foundation Establishment, drifting away or even hating her—could she stay with him forever?
Of course, Yong Yoo's spiritual root aptitude was poor, so his realm progression was slow... But couldn't she help with that? If she, with her higher realm, devotedly practiced dual cultivation to boost his cultivation, and gave him everything from her fortuitous encounters that he needed—like her master Geum So-ryeo—she might even compensate for his aptitude.
Do Mun-hyang had endured the envy, jealousy, and malice around her before. But now that she'd experienced Yong Yoo's faith and support...
She no longer believed she could bear it alone.
Without Yong Yoo, she felt like she'd collapse.
A sixth-layer Foundation Establishment leaning on a first-layer one might sound absurd, but it was the truth.
She was too embarrassed to tell him, but deep down, Do Mun-hyang already saw Yong Yoo as her lifelong Dao companion and husband on the path of cultivation.
"Hah, Hyang-ah... Where'd you learn this?"
As she reaffirmed her feelings, Do Mun-hyang devoted herself fully, taking Yong Yoo's manhood into her mouth and sucking.
"Slurp... Smooch... Pwah."
Pulling it out to answer his question, Do Mun-hyang felt overwhelmed by the length of his long, thick shaft, big enough to cover her entire face.
It was nothing like what she'd seen in books. Bigger, thicker, and above all, more ferocious and savage.
"Ah. Uh."
Her gaze unwittingly stolen by it, Do Mun-hyang blushed to her ears and replied.
"I... studied to make you happy, Yoo Senior. ...Was it bad?"
A trace of fear in her question.
"N-No. It was great. Yeah. Really... good."
Yong Yoo stammered his response, his face so transparently screaming, Will he hate it if I say this?
She didn't hate it.
Seeing him happy and pleased with what she did made her happy too.
So Do Mun-hyang silently smiled contentedly and took his manhood back into her mouth.
Her jaw ached from opening wide to avoid her teeth grazing him, and saliva drooled messily since she couldn't close her mouth, making her feel dirty and ashamed.
"Slurp! Sluuurp! Schluuup! Schluuuurp!"
Her head spun from the hot thrust deep into her throat and the thick masculine scent flowing from it. The vulgar sucking sounds echoing through the eastern quarter humiliated her.
"Ugh...! Ngh!"
But all of it was rewarded by Yong Yoo, unable to hold back his moans and trembling uncontrollably in pleasure.
Feeling sticky, slippery fluid leaking from her folds, Do Mun-hyang rubbed her thighs together in shame.
Seeing her hips wiggle suddenly excited Yong Yoo more, making his manhood swell larger. Do Mun-hyang responded by bobbing her head vigorously, lips gliding over the full length while her tongue teased him relentlessly.
"Hahk...! Hyang-ah! Hyang-ah... I'm, I'm gonna come! Hyang-ah!"
Yong Yoo urgently pushed at her head as if begging her to pull away, but Do Mun-hyang closed her eyes, silently shoving it deep into her throat and holding still.
That wordless permission pushed his arousal over the edge. Unable to hold back, Yong Yoo erupted deep in her throat.
Spluuurt! Spluuuuursh!! Spluuurt!!
Oral sex from a beauty like Do Mun-hyang was too much for Yong Yoo, inexperienced with women.
On her knees like a sex slave, burying her lovely face deep in his filthy crotch, stretching her cute little lips wide to pleasure his manhood, using her precious body solely to sate his lust.
The psychological thrill of her devotion. The visual feast of her alluring figure below him, her breasts swaying at her petite body's sides. The auditory punch of those vulgar sucking sounds from her tiny mouth.
More aroused than during intercourse, Yong Yoo unleashed torrent after torrent of semen. Do Mun-hyang was startled by the sheer volume.
'He must have felt so good...'
But that thought filled her with boundless joy and ecstasy, carrying her to a small climax amid her own delight.
"Gulp... Gulp..."
It was hard with his manhood plugging her throat, but feeling the thick, sticky semen catch midway, Do Mun-hyang worked her throat desperately to swallow it all into her stomach.
After gulping down every last drop.
"Schluuuuuuuurp!!"
As she pulled back, she sucked hard along the entire length, drawing out even the remnants inside. Covering her mouth and panting roughly, she slowly opened wide to show the pool of his semen in her mouth.
"Ah..."
Yong Yoo stared, entranced. Do Mun-hyang smirked playfully, swishing it around her lips before swallowing it down for him to see.
"Hyang-ah! Hyang-ah!"
Unable to restrain himself, Yong Yoo grabbed her and threw her to the floor.
Do Mun-hyang hit the eastern quarter's hard ground roughly, ignoring the pain in her back as she spread her limbs wide to welcome him atop her.
More excited than their first time, Yong Yoo wildly bucked his hips, barely managing to insert properly. Seeing him lose himself in passion made something deep in her chest itch pleasurably.
'He's so cute.'
To others, it would look like a vulgar, grotesque frenzy of lust.
Was it because she knew his handsome face hid beneath that muslin cloth? Or because he was the man she loved?
His overexcitement preventing proper entry was endearing—and a pity. So Do Mun-hyang reached down, grasped his manhood, and slowly guided it to her heated, aroused folds.
"Yoo Senior, here. I'm right here. Come on......"
Yong Yoo clutched her body fiercely and thrust unhesitatingly inside. Do Mun-hyang clenched her inner walls with all her might, matching his movements with her hips.
At the same time, she circulated spiritual power with the dual cultivation method she'd just learned by attribute. She felt their spiritual roots connect.
"Ah."
Beyond the deepest physical union of manhood and folds... it felt like their very souls linked directly.
The scorching pleasure surging even to her soul drew a moan from Do Mun-hyang. Yong Yoo kissed her roughly in response.
He didn't care that her mouth had just pleasured his manhood or held his semen. His love for her overpowered any physical revulsion. Startled at first, Do Mun-hyang melted into supreme bliss and joy.
After that, she rocked like a leaf on storm-tossed river waters under his fierce thrusts, while Yong Yoo unleashed his desires freely upon her.
Lost in their entanglement, body and mind seemed to melt and merge as one. Their pleasure became hers, his joy hers, until the moment arrived.
Exchanging glances to read thoughts, they shifted positions fluidly, continuing their lovemaking. When one climaxed, so did the other—in unison.
They lost track of time, joined together.
Even drinking water when thirsty, eating when hungry—they stayed connected. Even sleeping, even washing—they remained linked.
When they came to their senses, a week had passed, and Yong Yoo's realm had advanced to the second layer of Foundation Establishment.
"......"
"......"
After a week of exhausting every ounce of essence in intercourse, the two lay naked side by side, blankly staring at the eastern quarter's ceiling.
"...Hyang Mae."
"Yes... Yoo Lang."
After a week of frenzied union, they now addressed each other more intimately... like lovers who had confirmed their hearts.
"Your master called for you... You should go, right?"
"Ah... Yeah, I should."
Do Mun-hyang, face dreamy and reluctant to leave, slowly rose, washed, and donned her robes. Yong Yoo similarly dressed in the near-pink white robes she'd bought him, then embraced and softly kissed her.
"Be careful."
"Yes, Yoo Lang. You stay safe till I get back, okay?"
"Me? I hardly ever leave the eastern quarter anyway."
"You should go out more. Make some friends."
Do Mun-hyang nagged lightly, then stared at him wordlessly for a long while.
"......"
"What?"
The moment Yong Yoo asked, puzzled, she swiftly pecked his cheek and scampered out like she was fleeing.
Yong Yoo chased the lingering warmth and afterimage of her departure with a soft smile, then sat cross-legged and took his refined flying sword in hand.