Chapter 86
Translator: penny
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: Outer Journey (2)
I wasn't sitting on my usual meditation cushion but on the antique recliner I'd installed against the east wall, reading the spellbook Geum So-ryeo had given me.
It was something I'd pieced together from components, inspired by the comfy chairs nobles lounged in during our country's historical dramas. And it turned out to be pretty great for reading books.
This was one of the perks of being a cultivator. No worries about misaligned bones or ruined posture—you could stay in whatever position felt best for as long as you wanted. Hell, you could meditate on a cushion for months without getting bedsores.
"Smack... slurp......"
Coffin-Lid Fate Seal, Water Flows Uphill, Turbulent Sea's Guiding Star, Golden Crow's Falling Tears.
The four paired spells my master had given me were designed to seal enemies, plunge them into illusions, shatter illusions and formations, and deliver a devastating strike.
Paired spells, which required a minimum of two people, were exceedingly rare.
One reason was that larger groups could unleash more powerful combined spells, but the real issue was that fewer participants meant exponentially higher difficulty in crafting the spell.
In simple terms, the paired spells I was studying distributed the workload of what four or five people would normally handle between just two.
Naturally, that made them far more complex and profound as spells.
"Ah... Yoo Lang, you're getting even bigger."
"Master... please cum inside me."
I decided to start with the simplest of the four spellbooks.
Golden Crow's Falling Tears seems the most straightforward. Attack spells tend to have simpler structures up to a certain realm compared to others.
Since it aligned with the fire-element spells I favored, I grasped it far more easily than the others just by scanning it with my divine sense.
"Mmph...! Hnng...!! Gulp... gulp..."
"Ah, I can feel Yoo Lang cumming..."
I set the spellbook aside for a moment, closed my eyes, and focused on my senses.
As I cleared the book away quietly, I saw Hyang Mae leaning back against my chest with her outer robe and undergarments half-off, her head resting on me.
She had hiked up the bottom of her clothes, fully exposing her beautiful bare legs.
My rigidly erect cock was trapped snugly between her soft thighs, rubbing against her with every movement, receiving devoted service.
And there was Ahan, crouched low between her legs, her mouth wrapped around the tip of my cock peeking from between Hyang Mae's thighs, servicing me eagerly. It felt like pure heaven.
I set the spellbook down beside me and pulled Hyang Mae into a tight embrace, kneading her breasts as I kissed her.
She naturally draped her arms around my neck, focusing on our deep kiss. As her legs parted, Ahan licked up my semen from Hyang Mae's thighs before swallowing my cock to the hilt in service.
I left my cock to Ahan and caressed Hyang Mae's breasts, then slid one hand lower to stroke her smooth abdomen.
Her belly flinched in surprise at my touch. I toyed with the cute little navel nestled in the center with my finger until she squirmed her hips in playful protest, prompting me to slide my hand even lower.
As I did, I patted Ahan's head, extending my middle and index fingers. Seeing them, she silently released my cock and sucked on my fingers, teasing them with her tongue.
Once they were thoroughly coated in her saliva, I pulled them from her mouth and stroked her cheek in praise.
Ahan tilted her head like an itchy dog or cat rubbing against my palm, her face rapt in ecstasy at the praise. When I withdrew my hand, she returned to licking my balls and resumed her service with a hint of reluctance. Silently, I guided my fingers to Hyang Mae's pussy.
Schlop. Smooch.
Her pussy softly accepted my fingers and clenched around them eagerly.
"Hnn...! Ahh...!"
Hyang Mae writhed sensually from the gentle pleasure starting in her core, and I playfully nipped at the nape of her neck.
A sharp tingle shot through her from the bite, making her tense slightly—I could feel it.
I kept stimulating her pussy softly in that position. My hands were on the larger side, with thick fingers, so even my index and middle together were thicker and longer than most men's erect cocks.
Perhaps because of that, her pussy reacted just as if it were taking my actual cock.
Matching the way it clung and twisted around my fingers like it was begging for my cum, I gave her pussy exactly the stimulation it craved.
Leaning against me to hold herself up, Hyang Mae arched her back more and more as the pleasure built, until her whole body shuddered violently and she squirted.
"Ahhng... aaah... Yoo Lang... Yoo Lang...!"
"Hyang Mae. Cum as much as you want."
I whispered as I nibbled her earlobe, and the brief jolt sent her over the edge into climax.
Pssshhh!!!
Hyang Mae's love juices soaked Ahan's head.
Ahan accepted it with her eyes closed, while Hyang Mae looked at her with teary guilt.
"Ah, Ahan. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, Mistress."
Unable to look Ahan in the eye, Hyang Mae covered her mouth with both hands in apology. Ahan replied with a gentle smile unwavering, and I pulled Hyang Mae tighter, teasing.
"If you're that sorry, want to yield your turn to Ahan?"
As I spoke and spread Hyang Mae's legs, they parted wide, emphasizing my cock standing tall between them.
Ahan, seeing it, laced her fingers with Hyang Mae's hands and straddled my lap, gently rocking her hips to take my cock inside her.
"Hnnng."
Ahan closed her eyes, savoring my cock like fine wine.
As she expertly circled her hips and I matched her movements, Hyang Mae's body atop me rocked along.
From the angle, with my cock fully obscured, it almost looked like Hyang Mae and Ahan were tribbing, women making love.
"Nng... hn! Ahhn!"
Whether she was actually feeling it or not, soft moans escaped Hyang Mae's lips.
Our position wasn't the most comfortable, so we moved our hips very slowly, bit by bit—but that subtle pleasure spread deeper into our cores.
Like how a teasing itch drove you mad, we chased the hidden climax in that gentle stimulation, our heated minds urging our hips onward.
Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch...
"Haa... haaa... aaah."
"Nng... hnnng..."
"Huu... haa......"
Before long, the east chamber filled only with the lewd sounds of our mingled fluids and mucous, and our hot, melting breaths.
In the midst of it, Ahan—who was taking the stronger stimulation from my thrusting cock—reached climax first, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Hrggghhh......!!!"
Her teeth clenched tight, eyes rolling back as the pent-up pleasure exploded through her.
As she climaxed, her pussy clamped down on my cock with terrifying force. Already on the edge, the intense squeeze pushed me over, and I came deep inside her in one go.
Spurrrrrt!!
I held Hyang Mae tight as I came, and the firm embrace and stimulation sent her into orgasm right after.
"......!!"
Hyang Mae climaxed soundlessly, her body convulsing.
I kissed her spasming form and yanked my cock from Ahan, plunging it straight into Hyang Mae.
"Hrrk...!!"
Suddenly penetrated mid-climax, Hyang Mae gripped my shoulders hard. I grabbed her, reason fled, and thrust up sharply and powerfully.
My cock, freshly spent, couldn't hold back against the sudden rush—and I had no intention of trying.
Hyang Mae was the same; she shuddered through multiple small climaxes, her pussy spasming. I flooded her depths with my cum.
I carefully laid her down, revealing the intoxicating sight of the two beauties lying overlapped, my semen leaking profusely from between their legs.
"Huu."
I admired it for a moment, then leaned back against the recliner and reached for the gourd rolling nearby.
After quenching my thirst with the sweet fruit wine inside, I quietly offered it to the women, too spent to rise.
As the gourd approached, the two wordlessly opened their mouths.
"No, sit up and drink."
Amused by the sight, I tilted the gourd for them. They stretched out their tongues to catch the pouring wine.
Most spilled down their chins and onto their breasts, but they didn't care, gulping what they could. Once it stopped, they slumped back to the floor.
I chuckled, tossed the gourd into a corner, and picked up the spellbook to read.
How long had I been reading when Ahan stirred from her collapse, slipping naturally into my arms?
Sitting face-to-face, she hugged me tight, sucking on my nape with playful affection. I patted her while keeping my eyes on the book.
Sometime later, Hyang Mae roused and wedged herself between us, cuddling in.
I set the book down and spent time holding both women close.
How much time passed as the three of us holed up in the east chamber?
After mastering all the paired spells my master gave me, I focused on Kang Core Formation training to boost my combat ability in situations where I couldn't use paired arts.
With the Black Tortoise Egg's pure mystic energy filtered through the pagoda into my core, I could refine it into endlessly pure mystic power just like before—no issues there.
The extreme purity slowed my cultivation speed back to its original crawl, but I trusted this pristine mystic power building inside me would be my reliable strength without paired arts.
Mystic power must above all be pure and potent.
I spent a third of each day researching spells and paired arts, a third cultivating, and the final third with my two lovers or reflecting on the insights gained helping Ahan break through.
When aiding Ahan's breakthrough, I'd targeted only impurities without touching her spiritual root or mystic power.
It vaguely resembled the Worldly Mist Veil Projection. A fog sharp enough to slice between cells, selectively burning only the impurities hidden in the mystic power's finest crevices—the world's most minute substance.
Seeing the strong parallels, I began researching and reflecting on it offensively, basing it on the Worldly Mist Veil Projection.
Pyeong Yurang hit Nascent Soul 2nd layer and is consolidating her power.
I'd soon leave the sect grounds.
It would likely be a long expedition.
I needed every means possible to protect myself and my women.
I had no intention of leaving everything to Pyeong Yurang just because she was at Nascent Soul.
Above all, learning the Dragon-Severing Maneuver taught me: the Worldly Mist Veil Projection doesn't suit me perfectly.
The Worldly Mist Veil Projection was undoubtedly a mighty divine ability, but one steeped in Jin Yang-pyeong's personal flair, tailored precisely to him.
Even Geum So-ryeo—same bloodline, same spiritual root aptitude, same single-element root—had reflected on it extensively and adapted its form to herself.
No need to cling to the Worldly Mist Veil Projection itself. I've already gleaned all its teachings and insights.
Now it was time to reshape it for myself.
Can I even do this?
The Worldly Mist Veil Projection lingered at the spell level for me due to my deficiencies, but it was inherently a divine ability.
Mastering it meant creating a divine ability of my own.
A divine ability made by me, for me alone.
I'll keep at it until it works.
Before reaching Nascent Soul, I'll complete this divine ability, I tasked myself.