Chapter 71
Translator: penny
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Another Heavenly Bond (4)
Do Mun-hyang was gently stroking the Black Tortoise egg she'd placed atop the shining pellet Yong Yoo had given her.
Ever since setting the egg on the glowing pellet, it had grown rapidly, now roughly one-and-a-half times the size of her own body, with the black sheen emanating from its surface deepening noticeably.
Once it had reached a certain size, the Black Tortoise egg began emitting water spiritual energy and Auspicious spiritual energy on its own. Thanks to this, Do Mun-hyang's cultivation speed doubled whenever she practiced beside it.
On top of that, she could even absorb the rare Auspicious spiritual energy to some degree, causing her water spiritual power to naturally incorporate strands of Auspicious spiritual power.
She had acquired a spiritual energy constitution similar to the Black Tortoise itself.
With a few more centuries of growth, the egg might have achieved this on its own, but the shining pellet Yong Yoo provided had clearly accelerated the process by those hundreds of years.
'Yoo Lang said it only sped up cultivation a little... but this is way more than that.'
Perhaps it had little effect on cultivators but worked wonders on spirit beasts?
Or maybe... even in egg form, the Black Tortoise possessed far greater power than herself or Yoo Lang, allowing it to draw out the pellet's full potential?
Do Mun-hyang was overjoyed. Such treasures that aided cultivation were incredibly precious to cultivators, yet Yong Yoo had handed it over without hesitation, insisting she'd need it. His thoughtfulness made her heart swell with gratitude and affection.
Above all, she was thrilled that the Black Tortoise egg would let her provide even greater help to Yong Yoo.
'This Auspicious spiritual energy should benefit Yoo Lang too.'
If it could infuse Auspicious energy into her spiritual power despite her not practicing a Auspicious-based technique, then Yong Yoo—with his own Auspicious scripture—should see even greater gains.
Do Mun-hyang pictured herself cultivating side by side with Yong Yoo, the egg between them, and shyly smiled.
'The beast-taming script Master inscribed on the egg with her help is settling in nicely too.'
With that thought, Do Mun-hyang gazed at the Black Tortoise egg through her spirit eyes.
Through her spirit eyes, she could see intricate dharmic scripts—previously invisible—now densely enveloping the egg.
Even with Geum So-ryeo's assistance, taming the Black Tortoise once it hatched would be impossible. So, before it emerged—while its body was still forming—they were performing the beast-taming ritual to bind its soul first.
Do Mun-hyang watched the tail end of the beast-taming script gradually seep into the egg, then deactivated her spirit eyes and refocused on her cultivation.
Three months after receiving the shining pellet from Yong Yoo, Do Mun-hyang was now eyeing the third layer of the Core Formation Realm.
'I wonder what Yoo Lang is up to right now.'
Her focus sometimes wavered when thoughts of Yong Yoo drifted in.
Pyeong Yuran licked Yong Yoo's thumb inside her mouth.
She could vividly feel the split in his skin from her teeth, and as her tongue lapped at it, a metallic tang of blood filled her mouth. The familiar scent wafting through her nose naturally drove her body into a state of arousal.
It was just like the thrill right before battling a cultivator—the pounding heart pumping blood furiously through her veins, senses sharpening to a razor's edge.
Confirming her pupils dilating, Yong Yoo grinned and gave a short, powerful thrust of his hips, striking her womb.
"Hngh?!"
Her body twisted from the intense stimulation hitting at the peak of her heightened sensitivity, but Yong Yoo kept her pinned and slowly pushed her toward the edge.
After withdrawing his thumb from her mouth—now with the bleeding stopped and the wound already healing—he licked it clean with his own tongue while praising her.
"Good girl."
Praising her like that, Yong Yoo crushed her tightly in his arms, ensuring she couldn't escape anywhere, and relentlessly drove his hips into her.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
Her overflowing fluids mixed with the air, producing lewd symphony, while her heart—amped up from the battle-like excitement—thundered deafeningly.
"Ha... h-haaak...! Hnngoooh...!!"
Pyeong Yuran arched her back and craned her neck, trembling uncontrollably.
This experience was far more stimulating, intense, and devastating than any battle.
"Hngk... heup...! Oooguhk...!!"
Gasping raggedly, she struggled to endure the pleasure Yong Yoo unleashed, but he exploited her every weakness with masterful precision.
When she faltered, he'd give shallow, rhythmic thrusts to let her catch her breath, only to hammer her mercilessly the moment she recovered even slightly, driving her back to desperate, breathless gasps.
Even her breathing now dominated by him, Pyeong Yuran felt white lightning crackling through her mind.
"Aagghuk...!"
Yong Yoo sank his teeth firmly into her quivering nape.
"Hnn...!"
Bitten at the nape like a defeated wolf subdued in battle, Pyeong Yuran shrank back, and Yong Yoo savored her neck while plunging deep into her core.
Her channel, tempered by the Dual Body Dual Cultivation method, boasted a unique chewiness distinct from Do Mun-hyang or Wi A-han's, squeezing and sucking at his shaft as if desperate to milk out his seed.
Her depths served his invading rod with utmost devotion, betraying their mistress, and Pyeong Yuran felt as though everything she was now belonged to him.
'So big...'
His massive frame pinned her solidly, hard muscles pressing clear against her. His beastly breaths and the sharp teeth at her nape sent dizzying thrills through her, while the pillar buried inside burned hot and powerful like molten lava.
Her Dao heart built over years, her body refined by the dual cultivation art, her mind honed by training—none could resist Yong Yoo.
No, she didn't want to resist.
Even as he wielded her at his whim—writhing, gasping, existing solely for his desire—she felt nothing but joy and bliss.
"Young Master Yong...! Young Master Yong! Harder, please—give it to me harder!"
Yong Yoo smiled at Pyeong Yuran, who now demanded him while naturally submitting.
Dizzying pain shot from his side where his recovery lagged from the vigorous thrusting, and the deep nail marks on his back burned fiercely, but none of it mattered.
The flood of pleasure chemicals in his brain erased all pain, turning him into a beast intent only on ravaging the woman before him.
Gently licking the vivid bite mark on her nape, Yong Yoo kissed her as she flinched from the lingering sting, ravaging her mouth roughly while pistoning his hips more ferociously than ever.
Realizing climax was imminent, Pyeong Yuran gripped his arms tightly, bracing for the oncoming wave. Then, from her deepest core, a massive surge of ecstasy erupted.
It was like boiling magma, a volcano on the verge of eruption.
Squelch!! Squelch!! Squelch!! Squelch!!
"Ah, uh, uuuuh! Hnn...! Hngooo...! Ohooohoooook!!!"
Spluuuurt!!!
Yong Yoo's massive load filled her womb to the brim. Swept by the colossal peak, the two panted raggedly, drenched in sweat from head to toe.
"Hahk...! Hahk...!"
"Haa...! Aaaah...!!"
Lost in the afterglow, Yong Yoo and Pyeong Yuran gazed at each other's disheveled forms.
Bite marks from him dotted her body; claw marks from her raked his back and arms.
Their neatly combed hair lay in total disarray, discarded robes soaked in liquor and chicken grease, reduced to filthy rags.
A messy, chaotic scene—like beasts mating in the wild.
"......Hahaha."
"Ahahaha!"
Yong Yoo laughed first, setting Pyeong Yuran off too, and they dissolved into laughter before pulling each other close to continue.
Having chosen the path of Dual Body Dual Cultivation, Pyeong Yuran was confident in physical feats and effortlessly handled every position Yong Yoo taught her.
She took him as he pinned her against the wall and lifted her; endured his savage thrusts with legs splayed straight in the "piercing sword" stance.
She knelt on all fours like a beast to be mounted; squatted beast-like to worship his cock with her mouth devotedly.
"Smack... slurp..."
Gently soothing his scorching shaft—heated from the friction—with her saliva and tongue, she drank the leaking seed like sweet nectar. Yong Yoo tilted the flask to her lips.
Pyeong Yuran downed the liquor familiarly, leaned against his thigh with a sultry smile, and felt his large hand softly pet her hair.
'Ah... I've gotten into the habit of letting the woman clean me up at the end.'
It started with Do Mun-hyang, but now he always finished with oral cleanup and a leisurely final load.
Do Mun-hyang, Wi A-han, Pyeong Yuran.
Yong Yoo reflected on the three women he'd been with.
Embracing beauties of such varied charms at will—it reignited his zest for life, lost since his possession.
'Just forming bonds with others fills me with such vitality. Humans really are social creatures.'
After tasking the slaves with cleanup, Yong Yoo bathed with Pyeong Yuran and Wi A-han before lying in bed.
With the two women snuggled against him, eyes closed, he thought of his parents for the first time in ages.
'......I can't picture their faces.'
His parents' faces from his previous life wouldn't come to mind.
'It was... third grade, right? I remember drawing my dream at school for homework, Mom nagging me to become a civil servant instead.'
Those were his only memories of his previous-life parents.
Too lazy to dwell further, Yong Yoo washed them from his mind and closed his eyes to sleep.
The soft bodies clinging to him, their sweet scents, warm breaths—they lulled him into a deep, restful slumber.