Chapter 36
Translator: penny
Chapter: 36
Chapter Title: Afterglow (5)
Wi Ahan laid Yong Yoo flat on his back, then slowly lowered her body, taking his manhood deep inside her.
"Ugh...! Ahh...!"
Though accustomed to pain, Wi Ahan found it nearly unbearable as Yong Yoo's enormous shaft tore through her maiden barrier, forcing its way into her untouched depths.
Her virgin passage, tight and unyielding, began to reshape around Yong Yoo's invading member.
"Hngh!"
Finally accepting him fully, Wi Ahan arched her back like a drawn bow, staring at the ceiling as she struggled to accommodate the overwhelming pressure.
"Hah! Haaah!"
Clenching her thighs and curling her toes, she gripped the bedding beneath her as if to tear it apart, enduring the waves of pleasure.
In the midst of that intense stimulation, her nipples stood erect, and her gripping folds quivered, leaking her arousal.
Once Wi Ahan had barely managed to adjust, she leaned forward again.
"Gasp!"
Her eyes met Yong Yoo's—he was watching her intently with his gaze wide open.
"Y-Young Master!"
Startled, Wi Ahan tried to pull away, but Yong Yoo seized her arms and drew her into his embrace.
His breath came rough and ragged, fueled by arousal and sensation.
From Yong Yoo's breath wafted the sweet, lingering scent of liquor infused into his body; from Wi Ahan's emanated a refined, elegant woody aroma.
They were so close they could distinguish even each other's scents, and Yong Yoo pulled her tighter, murmuring without a word at first.
"Ahan. You started this, Ahan."
Yong Yoo grinned as he spoke, and Wi Ahan gazed at him entranced before replying with a loving smile.
"Yes... please do as you desire, Master."
That smile, as if offering her entire heart, mesmerized Yong Yoo. He drew her close.
Guided by the blazing flames in their hearts, they kissed passionately, stripping away each other's clothes. Yong Yoo marveled at Wi Ahan's elegant figure laid bare.
She resembled a puppet crafted solely for beauty.
Perfectly risen breasts. A waist curving with exquisite grace. Hips that evoked the swell of a hourglass.
Limbs supple yet toned with muscle and flesh. Delicate fingers like those of jade lotuses, and toes shyly tucked away in embarrassment at the moment.
Every line of her form flowed naturally, drawing the eye irresistibly—once seen, one couldn't help but trace her from head to toe, captivated.
She possessed the graceful poise of a crane soaring through the heavens, yet her passionately flaming red hair stirred sensuality, and her mysterious silver eyes, like mirrors reflecting all, ignited the viewer's innermost desires.
As Yong Yoo's hands trailed from her shoulders downward, savoring her curves, he patted her firm buttocks like praising a puppy.
"You climbed on yourself, so you know how to move, right?"
Teasing her playfully, Yong Yoo watched as Wi Ahan, blushing with embarrassment, placed her hands on his chest for support and began rocking her hips up and down in obedience.
"Ugh! Hngh...! Hnng!"
At first awkward and shy with the unfamiliar motion, Wi Ahan soon moved her hips more earnestly upon seeing Yong Yoo's delighted gaze on her bouncing breasts and writhing form.
Growing accustomed, she vividly felt her tight walls stroking his shaft.
Especially when her inner ridges scraped his thick glans, pleasure surged like her depths splitting open; when she clenched around him fully, a profound sense of unity washed over her.
Enthralled by these sensations, Wi Ahan mimicked the motions he'd enjoyed earlier—grinding front to back, bouncing up and down, circling side to side to heighten his pleasure.
Each time, her body twisted in seductive, tantalizing ways, and Yong Yoo caressed her thighs and kneaded her buttocks, reveling in her heaving breasts.
Occasionally, he'd thrust upward to surprise her.
"Ahhn!"
Catching her off guard, Wi Ahan let out a cute moan, flushing deeper.
Satisfied with her devoted service, Yong Yoo embraced her, kissing deeply as he smoothly flipped their positions, pinning her beneath him. With his arms caging her body, he began thrusting his hips.
"Ahan, here I go."
"Yes... Master."
Seizing her legs and lifting them, Yong Yoo adjusted the angle of his penetration, then roughly scraped the upper folds of her depths—where he suspected her sensitive spot—with his glans ridge.
"Haaah?!"
His shaft plunged into her with a speed and force incomparable to her own movements.
Overwhelmed by the massive pleasure, Wi Ahan gasped helplessly, mouth agape. Yong Yoo smiled at her, pistoning with care to reward her efforts.
Unable to withstand his expert motions, Wi Ahan crested into orgasm as the building ecstasy exploded.
"Ah! Aah...! Haaaaahhn!!"
The torrent of pleasure pierced from her core straight to her mind, a sensation she'd never known. Yong Yoo waited patiently for her to ride it out.
"Haa... M-Master... Th-this......"
"Did you enjoy it?"
"I-it's... um......"
Realizing the feeling matched the 'climax' from forbidden red scrolls, Wi Ahan's face burned crimson. Yong Yoo savored her adorable reaction and resumed his thrusts.
"Eek! Hngh! Haaahn!"
Having already peaked once, the lingering aftershocks made Wi Ahan shudder through smaller climaxes with each motion.
Yong Yoo held her tightly, feeling every quiver as she writhed in ecstasy.
Sex with Wi Ahan felt utterly different from Do Mun-hyang.
Do Mun-hyang outranked him in cultivation, so even leveraging his past-life knowledge for an edge, he sometimes yielded to her. But Wi Ahan, as a sect slave with lower realm, allowed him total dominance.
Despite her glamorous looks, she was demure and refined—adept at calligraphy, arts, everything. Her willing submission, calling him "Master," fulfilled a man's innate desire to conquer.
Yong Yoo moved with even more affection, and sensing it, Wi Ahan's moans grew more desperate, like sweet music in his ears.
"Ahan."
"Y-yes... Master."
"I'll work really hard from now on."
He felt the need for greater power—not just for his survival, but to protect her.
"I'll grow strong enough to be your solid backing, so no mighty cultivator or sect can oppress you."
"Ah......"
"Even in the High Heaven Sect, they'll respect you as my woman."
With ascension required within 10,000 years anyway, Yong Yoo had no doubt he could keep such a promise.
As he vowed this, he released his seed deep inside her.
Spluuuurt!!
"Haaaahn......!"
Watching Wi Ahan arch in climax once more, Yong Yoo thought.
'Cultivators have it good.'
By expelling vitality during ejaculation, his seed lost motility—no need for contraception, free to creampie at will.
As Yong Yoo mused, Wi Ahan brimmed with joy.
Since her clan fell enslaved to the High Heaven Sect, she'd been like a drifting weed.
Leashed to the sect, with no place to stand or lean.
Now Yong Yoo offered her that refuge.
A place to rest easy.
Shelter from storms.
Protection from peril.
Anyone knowing the brutal world of cultivators would recognize this vow's gravity.
How could she not fall for such a man?
Even plain-looking, such words from a cultivator would stir the heart—let alone from Yong Yoo.
Unable to contain her happiness, Wi Ahan clung to him with every limb. Yong Yoo kissed her deeply, rocking his hips languidly.
The gentle pleasure after fierce ecstasy seeped deep into her exhausted body. Like slugs entwined, they exchanged emotions and bliss.
"Ahan...! Ahan...!"
"Master, ahh! Come inside...!"
Spluuuurt!!
After countless releases—he'd lost count—Wi Ahan shared one final kiss before passing out in his arms.
Yong Yoo gazed at her spent form, realizing five days had passed since they began.
"Heave-ho."
In the private bath, he cleaned their soiled bodies, dressed her in fresh clothes, then eyed her drab black attire thoughtfully.
'Gotta buy her some nice outfits.'
She couldn't wear them openly around the sect, but at least with him, he wanted her to adorn herself freely.
About two hours later, Wi Ahan stirred. Yong Yoo welcomed her warmly, having ordered meals from the innkeeper.
"M-Master! I'm sorry for passing out first!"
"No, no. It's fine."
Reassuring the apologetic Wi Ahan, they sat across from each other and ate.
"......"
"Ahan."
"Y-yes! Master."
"Let's keep taking good care of each other."
At his words, Wi Ahan smiled softly.
"Yes. For a long, long time."