Chapter 70
Translator: penny
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Another Heavenly Prodigy (3)
The moment Yong Yoo's lips met Pyeong Yu-ran's, Wi A-han slipped away from the spot without a sound. It would have been the height of rudeness for a lowly servant like her to linger while her young master, rather than drawing her to the bed, chose to enjoy himself with another woman.
It was perfectly natural for a powerful cultivator to keep multiple women, so there was no need to concern herself with it.
Yong Yoo, quite drunk and caught up in the moment himself, didn't even notice Wi A-han leaving as he focused entirely on Pyeong Yu-ran.
Pyeong Yu-ran, tense from her first time yet surprisingly bold, moved with aggressive enthusiasm.
In the Azure Water Alliance, it was all too common for beautiful female cultivators to be raped by male cultivators—or even those with preferences for their own sex—after losing a Dao Debate.
Thus, Pyeong Yu-ran put on the fierce, proactive display she'd witnessed and learned from, offering a raw allure that differed from Do Mun-hyang's softness or Wi A-han's submissiveness. When Yong Yoo finally broke the kiss, their mouths were smeared with saliva and chicken grease.
Yong Yoo roughly wiped the grease from his lips with his sleeve and picked up a nearby gourd bottle, downing half the remaining liquor inside.
He handed the other half to Pyeong Yu-ran below him and began stripping off his clothes.
As Pyeong Yu-ran drank from beneath him, she spotted the deep bruise embedded in Yong Yoo's side.
"What's that?"
"Hm? Oh, that? Pyeong Senior Sister gave me that during today's Dao Debate. Man, a Nascent Soul strike really hurts."
As Yong Yoo joked lightly, Pyeong Yu-ran stared mesmerized at the wound she'd inflicted.
Even with his dual spiritual roots' exceptional healing and the peak healer's treatment, Yong Yoo hadn't fully recovered from it.
It was a symbol of Pyeong Yu-ran's growth—proof she'd finally managed to draw blood from the man who'd been unscathed by her until now.
Tenderly stroking his side, she savored the feel of the hardened, bruised skin.
"Ugh."
Her hands, callused from brutal body-tempering techniques and sword practice, sent pain shooting through Yong Yoo's still-healing bruise even with a light touch.
Each twinge made his muscles twitch.
Unlike the typical cultivator's body, Yong Yoo's was impressively muscled, making the contractions vividly clear.
Before Kang Young-jun's possession, in his efforts to grow stronger, Yong Yoo had dabbled in body-tempering arts among other things.
Cultivators' bodies naturally maintained peak condition, so the muscles he'd built back then lingered even decades after he'd abandoned the practice.
"Hee hee."
Seeing Pyeong Yu-ran smile blissfully at his writhing muscles and her own mark sent chills down Yong Yoo's spine.
'Is this that thing? A sadistic streak?'
Handing her the reins like this seemed like a recipe for disaster. Deciding he needed to quickly subdue her with his rod, Yong Yoo pinned her down firmly.
Pyeong Yu-ran yielded submissively, savoring the moment, as Yong Yoo roughly stripped off her brown robe.
Where Do Mun-hyang's body felt soft enough to envelop everything and Wi A-han's was like a seductive work of art, Pyeong Yu-ran's boasted a taut, sculpted physical beauty.
A beautifully contoured figure overall.
Breasts smaller than Do Mun-hyang's but too large for a single hand to grasp.
Tight muscles and abs forming a river-like <> around her navel.
Round, resilient apple-like hips flowing into long, elegant legs.
The perfect accompaniment to the fine liquor they'd drunk today.
Drunk and hazy, Pyeong Yu-ran watched Yong Yoo knead her breasts like dough.
Her senses hadn't fully awakened yet, dulled by the alcohol, so she felt little thrill—but the sight of him devouring her with beastly eyes stirred an irresistible emotion.
Yong Yoo—a heavenly prodigy so cherished and favored even in a storied sect like the High Heaven Sect—was demanding her so fervently.
Half the world is women, as they say.
Pyeong Yu-ran now stood in the position that half the world desperately craved: a sense of superiority, immense pride from knowing she was desirable enough for him to claim her body, the triumph of wresting him from others' grasps, and the deep fulfillment and joy swelling from seeing his happy face.
She'd wanted ways to connect with people beyond combat, but she'd never imagined it could bring this much happiness.
It even surpassed the thrill of defeating a worthy foe or attaining enlightenment to advance her realm.
Wanting him to devour her more, Pyeong Yu-ran hesitated briefly before grabbing the nearby bottle.
"Young Master Yong. Enjoy me more."
With those words, she carefully tilted the gourd, pouring its contents over her body.
The red liquor flowed over her pale skin, forming seductive rivulets. Yong Yoo chuckled at her temptation, extending his tongue to lap it up slowly from her navel upward.
When he reached her breasts, he bared his teeth and bit roughly into one.
"Haah...!"
A sharp jolt shot through her breast, making her arch back with a sweet moan.
Yong Yoo savored her breast mingled with the liquor, and as the relentless stimulation accustomed her to pleasure, love juices began to flow from between her legs.
Noticing, he probed her folds with his fingers, checking the slickness.
'A bit short on quantity.'
Her entrance was too tight for immediate penetration. Gently working his fingers inside, he coaxed more wetness from her.
"Ah, it feels... so strange. Haa..."
"How strange?"
"It's like... Young Master Yong is touching my dirty place... like we're doing something we shouldn't..."
Arms around his neck, Pyeong Yu-ran watched his fingers plunge roughly into her.
Yong Yoo took a sip of liquor in his mouth, then kissed her, sharing it as he intensified his fingering. Gauging her reactions, he skillfully targeted her sensitive spots, loosening her up.
Her formerly fortress-like entrance soon softened enough to swallow even his thick, lengthy shaft. Grinning mischievously, he splashed liquor over his manhood and her crotch.
His liquor-reddened member rubbed against her folds, producing lewd wet sounds, until he thrust deep inside her.
"Hngh...!!"
Pyeong Yu-ran stiffened and arched as he pierced her depths in one go. Yong Yoo embraced her tightly, rocking his hips to stimulate her before she could adjust.
"Ngh! Hnng...! Hooo...!!"
Gasping amid the unfamiliar sensations, she clung to him with her limbs. Yong Yoo pressed her back against the wall, adjusting the angle to plunge in from a new direction.
His shaft scraped her inner walls far more fiercely than before, making her tense her whole body. Naturally, her nails raked his back.
"Ah."
Startled, she looked apologetic, but Yong Yoo, unwilling to let the mood sour, took her hand and licked the blood from her nails with a gentle smile.
He thought it was a soft smile, but with his muscles tensed from building pleasure and blood on his tongue, it came out rather eerie.
"......"
Yet his exceptional beauty transformed even that rigid, odd expression into an enchanting one that captivated women.
After lightly licking the blood from her nails, he kissed her again, swapping saliva, then whispered in her ear.
"Feels that good, does it? Pyeong Senior Sister."
"Ah, well, I mean..."
"You've got some cute sides too."
"......"
Her face flushed crimson at his whisper, leaving her speechless. Grinning playfully, Yong Yoo slipped his thumb into her mouth.
"Now, be careful not to bite my thumb this time. Got it?"
Wedging it between her teeth, he lifted one of her thighs with his other arm.
'Hyang-mae and A-han always stretched their legs at climax. I think I heard in my past life it's because pleasure nerves connect strongly to thigh muscles—tensing them disperses the sensation?'
He couldn't recall the source.
Didn't matter if it was accurate.
He just wanted to see her writhe, overwhelmed by ecstasy.
Bending her thigh to prevent straightening, he resumed thrusting savagely. The sudden intense stimulation made her squeeze her eyes shut.
"Hnnng...! Hnnnngh...! Hehngh!"
Desperate not to bite his finger, she drooled profusely.
"Holding up better than I thought?"
Teasing, he brought his mouth to her ear.
Nibbling softly, then thrusting his tongue deep into her ear canal.
"Haaahk...!!"
Crunch!
Unable to endure, she bit down on his thumb.
The skin tore under her teeth, blood trickling. Yong Yoo showed it to her.
"Look at that... You hurt me again."
"Ah... Sorry..."
As she tried to apologize, he shoved his thumb back into her mouth.
"Pyeong Senior Sister. Lick it clean. Thoroughly."
Pressing lightly on her chin with it, he commanded. Obediently, she flicked her tongue over the wound.
"Smack... Smooch... Slurp."