Chapter 6
Translator: penny
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Don't Let My Arms Get Chopped Off (6)
Yong Yoo and Do Mun-hyang lay silently in the cave, their naked bodies pressed together.
Since this was a first for both of them, they had no idea what to do and simply clung to each other.
"……."
"……."
But even just gazing into each other's faces from so close, exchanging breaths, and sharing body heat with their skin touching was enough to set both their minds ablaze to the breaking point.
'A novel character... and a heroine, no less... This is unreal. Feels so strange. But she's stunningly beautiful.'
'I heard he fool around with women all the time... but the way he's acting now, it doesn't seem like it.'
Every movement was so tentative that they both realized this was the other's first time as well.
Yong Yoo reached out and grasped Do Mun-hyang's body, only to jerk his hand back in surprise at the feel of her smooth skin and soft texture.
Seeing him flinch even from just holding her shoulders gave Do Mun-hyang a surge of courage. She took the initiative, pulling him into a tight embrace. Her bountiful breasts squished against his firm chest, sending a dizzying sensation through him.
Noticing something unexpectedly firm amid that softness, Yong Yoo realized it was Do Mun-hyang's nipple, hardened from arousal. His own manhood surged upward with the force to pierce the heavens.
"Kyaa!"
Do Mun-hyang cried out in shock as a hard, hot pillar-like protrusion rose from below.
Yet she didn't loosen her arms around him. She could clearly feel Yong Yoo's shaft pressing against her lower abdomen.
Using her divine sense—a special perceptual ability unique to cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Realm—she sensed every detail: its precise length and girth, the prominent veins bulging along its length, and the vital pulse of blood gathered beneath.
With her dual water spiritual root making her divine sense especially attuned to liquids, Do Mun-hyang realized the blood surging through Yong Yoo was all pouring into his manhood solely to reach her. Her face flushed crimson.
No one had ever looked at her with such fervent passion—hot and straightforward. Not even Mun Yoo, who had shown his affection but always held back a step.
'......'
Do Mun-hyang thought of Mun Yoo.
She knew they shared mutual feelings, but he always minded the eyes of others and kept his distance.
He never approached or spoke to her when anyone else was around, and even alone, he never pushed their relationship forward aggressively.
Recalling each of those moments one by one... Do Mun-hyang hugged Yong Yoo even tighter.
"!"
His thick arms wrapping around her in surprise, pulling her close.
The firm grip of those arms, the broad, rough, masculine hands covering her back, the muscles and heat radiating from his entire body, the pounding of his heart.
All of it told her that Yong Yoo desired her right now.
And so... spurred on by the alcohol, Do Mun-hyang parted her legs and welcomed him in.
"Do Junior Sister... I'm going in."
"...Call me Do Junior Sister. We're both of Sea Severing Peak now... and I joined High Heaven Sect after you......"
Those words were her way of acknowledging and accepting Yong Yoo's place in her life.
It was hard to believe this was the same woman who had glared at him with hatred just a few hours earlier. Delighted that a beauty like Do Mun-hyang was showing him affection, Yong Yoo carefully slid his manhood inside her.
"Ngh... Hnng...!"
Her mind half-dazed from the alcohol and excitement, Do Mun-hyang felt Yong Yoo's presence etch itself deeply into her core.
There was no pain of deflowering.
Having endured far worse pain through her cultivation training, she accepted him without issue.
"Kgh...!"
Yong Yoo, on the other hand, trembled violently from the intense pleasure as her inner walls gripped and coiled around his manhood fiercely.
Having taken each other to the deepest point, the pair gazed at their connected partner.
This was uncharted territory for both. Do Mun-hyang, her eyes brimming with tears of slight fear at the corners, looked like a pristine flower petal in its delicate beauty. Yet beneath that pure face, her flushed pink body was lethally erotic, like a mantis devouring its mate.
Like a seductive plant luring insects with sweet fragrance before consuming them, Do Mun-hyang emanated allure and sensuality from every inch. Her aroused moans and breaths alone shook Yong Yoo's mind to its core.
Losing all reason, Yong Yoo kissed her fiercely while thrusting his hips. As her body rocked up and down, the heavy fruits on her chest swayed lewdly.
Unable to resist the sight as a man, Yong Yoo's hands roughly seized her breasts. The intense sensation from them made Do Mun-hyang bite her lip and quiver.
"Do Junior Sister... Do Junior Sister...!"
"Ah... Aah... Yoo Senior Brother...!"
Calling out to each other, they coupled more roughly and intensely.
From their initial awkward clinging, they naturally progressed to kissing, entwining tongues, and exchanging saliva.
Locking hands tightly, they connected body and soul like lovers sharing a passionate romance.
How long did it go on?
Amid the overwhelming pleasure of their first intercourse, Yong Yoo instinctively sensed his limit approaching and tried to pull out.
Whoosh!
Feeling him withdraw, Do Mun-hyang reflexively wrapped her legs around his waist. Unable to escape, Yong Yoo released deep inside her.
Spurt, spurt...!
"......!!"
"Hnnngh...!!"
Yong Yoo shuddered wordlessly in climactic ecstasy, while Do Mun-hyang trembled at the dizzying feel of hot fluid filling her.
After their first shared peak, Yong Yoo felt his energy drain and grabbed a nearby gourd to gulp down some liquor.
"Ah... Me too...."
When Do Mun-hyang asked for some, he filled his mouth, kissed her, and passed it over.
Their liquor, saliva, tongues, and hearts mingled fiercely, drawing them inexorably together.
Aroused anew, they wasted no time resuming their movements.
The initial clumsiness faded, and they instinctively tried various positions they'd heard about from others.
Do Mun-hyang got on all fours like a bitch in heat, presenting her alluring back view and hips even fuller than her breasts, taking him from behind.
When Yong Yoo collapsed in exhaustion, she mounted him and rocked her hips.
Wanting to show his manly side, Yong Yoo pinned her against the wall and thrust into her there. Finding his determination adorable and endearing, Do Mun-hyang clung to him body and soul, demanding him while standing and shaking her hips.
Through every position imaginable, they climaxed repeatedly, spilling semen and love juices. The cave, once filled with the scent of alcohol, grew thick with the musky aroma of their fervent lovemaking.
That lewd fragrance only fueled their arousal further, and they lost track of whether the sun or moon rose, continuing without end.
As their bodies intertwined, their hearts drew rapidly closer—a change reflected even in how they addressed each other.
"Hyang-ah... Hyang-ah...! I'm coming inside!"
"Yes... Come... Yoo Senior...!!"
Yong Yoo called her "Hyang-ah" as Mun Yoo had, while Do Mun-hyang, to distinguish him, called him "Yoo Senior" instead of "Yoo Senior Brother."
Unlike "Senior Brother," which anyone in the same sect peak could use, "Senior" implied a more personal bond.
As Do Mun-hyang moved atop Yong Yoo, leaning against the wall, a gourd tipped over from the motion. She watched the liquor pour out.
It soaked his shoulder, and she licked it clean, suckling his skin like a nursing infant and leaving a mark.
Seeing the fresh red spot she'd left, Yong Yoo hugged her tightly and suckled the top of her breast, marking her in return.
"Smack... Smooch...."
"Sluuurp... Slurp."
Naturally, they kept marking each other's bodies, competing to leave more traces.
Whenever their eyes met, they'd kiss, never stopping their hip movements, reaching two or three more climaxes.
The cave floor was a mess of her love juices and his semen leaking from her. Exhausted and panting amid the lewd remnants of days of passion, they embraced and fell into deep sleep.
It was filthy and vulgar... but their bodies and hearts were so warm that Yong Yoo and Do Mun-hyang slipped into a profound slumber as if fainting.
A few days of rest later, Mun Yoo awoke and looked around.
The treatment chamber's cold stone walls were too chilly for bare skin, so he draped a robe from the wall over himself.
As he roughly swung it on, a letter Do Mun-hyang had left there for when he woke slipped from the hem. But preoccupied with other thoughts, Mun Yoo didn't notice it and trampled it underfoot as he left.
Unaware of the crumpled letter, he stepped out and gazed at the night sky, ruminating on his defeat.
He couldn't even remember how he'd lost.
Just a blinding light sweeping over him—that was all he recalled.
"......Uwaaaaaah!!"
Mun Yoo was furious.
Angry at Yong Yoo, but even more at himself.
He could have grown stronger if he'd willed it. Yeah. He definitely could have!
Not just bugs or insects, but more rabbits... no, greater sins to build up karmic force. He could have reached the 5th or 6th layer of the Refining Qi Realm!
But he hadn't been able to.
The Dual Fate Scripture's warning about balancing meritorious and karmic forces scared him... and he hesitated to commit sins anyway.
"I'll kill him...! No matter what...!!"
Gnashing his teeth, Mun Yoo resolved himself.
No more hesitation.
Etching the humiliation and defeat from his own immaturity deep into his soul, his wounded spirit screamed alone.