My mother began to fall
Her mother began to fall asleep.
Seeing that Se-young had fallen asleep as if fainting from the overwhelming waves of desire surging through her, Se-young’s mother, Cheon Yu-hwa, quietly stepped out of the room.
She then walked over to the room right next door.
To the room where a man named Ma Cheon-seong was staying.
Standing at the door, she hesitated and couldn’t bring herself to knock right away.
As if she needed to steel her resolve, she took a deep breath, glanced around, and called out.
“Sir, are you asleep?”
As if he had been waiting, the door opened and Ma Cheon-seong stepped out.
“Madam, what is the matter? Have you come here in the middle of the night because you’re feeling flushed?”
Despite the man’s teasing, Yuhwa maintained a stern expression as she stated the purpose of her visit.
“There’s something I must discuss regarding Se-young.”
“Oh, what a coincidence. I actually had something to say about that child as well. Come in.”
With a sly smile, Ma Cheon-seong stood before Yu-hwa and stepped aside at the doorway, as if to welcome her.
Following his lead into the room, she noticed a table with an antique feel.
Ma Cheon-seong, whom she had expected to lead her to the table, grabbed Cheon Yu-hwa’s hand and pulled her toward his bed.
“Let go of me. That’s not why I came.”
She stood her ground, resisting being dragged away, but she was powerless against Ma Cheon-seong’s strength.
“I’m just tired. I’ve been traveling day and night for seven days just to find you, you know.”
“Your Excellency, please don’t do this. I really did come to convey something very important.”
“Have you decided to call me ‘Lord’ again? If you’re going to, I’d prefer it if you called me ‘Seong-rang’ like before.”
Ma Cheon-seong perched on the bed and pulled the woman over to sit beside him.
“Lord!”
“All right, all right. Go ahead, I’m listening.”
Cheon Yu-hwa seemed to have a lot she wanted to say, but she brought up the most pressing matter first.
“Are you planning to take me and Se-young to the headquarters of the Heavenly Horse Sect just like this?”
“Yes. I’ve found my wife and the candidate for the position of Sect Leader—where else would we go? Is there somewhere you’d like to stop by?”
“The candidate for Sect Leader?!”
She seemed genuinely taken aback.
“Isn’t that the natural conclusion? That child has even mastered the Heavenly Horse Divine Art. She looked tired today, so I left her be, but starting tomorrow, I plan to carve out time even while we’re traveling to teach her.”
“How is that a natural conclusion? You’re going to teach Se-young dark arts?!”
“I’ve already started. To save that child, I had no other choice, did I?”
The child’s mother could not contain her horror and despair.
“In that case, I’m the one who has a question for you, madam. Why did you introduce me to Se-young like that? If you’re planning to run away from my arms again, you’d be better off just giving her up.”
“…I simply wanted to free Se-young from the cycle of karma where blood is washed away with blood.”
“Is that so important that it justifies severing the bond between me and that child?”
“Even if it means severing the bonds of parenthood, for that child’s sake, I would…”
As if she had committed a crime, she turned her head away, avoiding Ma Cheon-seong’s gaze.
“Even if Heaven forgives you, I will not. Do not speak of that matter again.”
“Lord! Please let Se-young and me go!”
“It’s already too late! Having mastered even a fraction of the Heavenly Horse Divine Art, that child has already set foot on the path of the Heavenly Horse. That child has already become entangled in our sect’s succession struggle!”
Cheon Yu-hwa seemed utterly dumbfounded, left speechless.
“Even if I were to release you and Se-young right now, those who covet the position of Grand Master of our sect would never let Se-young go. To eliminate even the slightest seed of future trouble, they won’t leave Se-young alone—especially now that she can no longer practice the Heavenly Horse Divine Art. Is that really what you want, my lady?”
The woman, whose beauty resembled the dark night sky, shed tears of sorrow at the fate that awaited her child.
“I shouldn’t have met someone like you. Because of you, our Se-young…”
“Give it up. The child of a lion can only be a lion, and the child of a tiger can only be a tiger—such is their destiny. Since she is my child, she too will become a demon.”
Perhaps still clinging to a sliver of hope, she wiped away her tears and tried to persuade him once more.
“It’s not too late. If you’ll just send me and Se-young to a foreign land, I’ll take care of everything myself. Then, I won’t be a burden to you anymore. We’ll live quietly, without causing any trouble. ”
Ma Cheon-seong leaned close to his wife’s ear and whispered softly.
“My lady, don’t you understand yet? Don’t you know why I’ve spent the past 15 years searching for you—without seeking another wife—ever since you ran away?”
Ma Cheon-seong then pulled the woman before him into his arms.
The woman—who was, in fact, his mother—struggled to break free from his embrace.
“Let go of me!”
“No, I won’t let go. Not just that child—you too, Yu-hwa!”
“Why don’t you understand that if you don’t let go, both Se-young and I will be miserable!”
“Even if you’re miserable, be miserable by my side. Cheon Yu-hwa, you are mine.”
“Please don’t call me that. I’m no longer that innocent child I once was.”
“To me, you’re still a bird singing a beautiful song in my arms.”
Despite her efforts to break free, Ma Cheon-seong’s sturdy body became a cage trapping her beauty, refusing to let the little bird in his arms escape.
“Let me go!”
Perhaps even Ma Cheon-seong had become truly aroused, for while still holding Cheon Yu-hwa in his arms, he took out his penis.
“Since Se-young woke up this afternoon, I haven’t been able to properly release my desire.”
“Stop, stop it. That’s not why I came here!”
Ma Cheon-seong gripped Cheon Yu-hwa’s breast with one hand and slid the other between her legs, intent on finishing what they’d been doing earlier.
“Yu-hwa, aren’t you still unsatisfied?”
Wondering if his words were entirely untrue, Cheon Yu-hwa—even as she struggled to escape but was held fast—felt his hand burrow into her groin.
As it slid in, she soon blushed and began to make sticky sounds.
“Ugh… please… don’t…!”
As Cheon Yu-hwa began to pant, Ma Cheon-seong started caressing her entire body in earnest.
He buried his nose in her neck to inhale her scent, nibbled on her earlobe, and licked the sweat trickling down her flushed, peach-colored skin as if it were precious wine.
She tried to sit up to escape, but Ma Cheon-seong, who already had a firm grip on her crotch and breasts,
she found herself leaning into him even more, seemingly unable to cope with the surging pleasure.
“When we were having dinner tonight, why did you do that? Why did you give me and the child that wistful smile? You were trying to sever the bonds of parenthood, yet now you’re picturing a future that might never have existed.”
“Umm, no… that’s not it. I was simply saddened by the cruelty of Se-young’s fate.”
“Give up and accept it; don’t go against fate. Don’t you think your selfishness is what robbed that child of her father?”
“W-well…”
“Don’t take Se-young’s father away from her any longer. It only makes both of you miserable.”
Cheon Yu-hwa, who had been writhing in the throes of desire, seemed to snap out of it at Ma Cheon-seong’s words. She turned around and slapped the man standing before her across the face.
“Even you can’t claim it’s right to dictate Se-young’s fate. We need to create a better environment for the child. Please don’t speak of the bonds of parenthood with that mouth of yours now.”
Seizing the momentum, she tried to rush out of Ma Cheon-seong’s room, and he didn’t stop her. Instead, he followed her out.
“Why are you following me? Now that we’ve confirmed our views are still at odds, there’s nothing left to discuss. As soon as dawn breaks, Se-young and I will leave.”
“I won’t allow it.”
“Then what do you plan to do? Are you going to drag Se-young and me away by force?”
“Forcing us to go is one option, I suppose…”
Sensing something odd, Cheon Yu-hwa stopped in her tracks and turned around, only to catch sight of Ma Cheon-seong’s smile.
“I just thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea to give Se-young the right to know.”
“Stop it. She’s still just a child.”
“Precisely because he’s still a child, the void left by his father must feel even greater. I believe he should make his own choice.”
Ignoring Cheon Yu-hwa, Ma Cheon-seong headed toward the room where Se-young was sleeping. Cheon Yu-hwa stepped in front of him and warned him.
“I will absolutely not let that happen. I’m leaving as soon as dawn breaks, so don’t say anything unnecessary to Se-young.”
“So what are you going to do about it? Can you really stop me?”
As Ma Cheon-seong built up his aura toward Se-young, who was sleeping in the room, Cheon Yu-hwa quietly summoned her own energy to counter him.
“I’d really like to have a physical conversation with Yu-hwa today, you know.”
Blushing at his subtle sexual innuendo, she cut him off.
“I’m not interested.”
“Well, if you don’t mind causing a commotion, it wouldn’t be so bad to have a little go at it.”
As the tension began to rise, Cheon Yu-hwa hesitated, worried she might wake her young son, and reluctantly toned down her defensive energy.
“This is boring. I was looking forward to having a proper argument with the Goddess of Cheonsan for the first time in a while.”
Cheon Yu-hwa bit her lip tightly and glared at Ma Cheon-seong.
“As I expected, I can’t believe you’ll ever be a proper father to Se-young. Seeing the two of you together, I guess I was mistaken.”
“Yuhwa, will you come with me, or should I come to you?”
Cheon Yuhwa glanced briefly through the door where her son was sleeping, then was dragged into Ma Cheon-seong’s room as if being led to a slaughterhouse.
Ma Cheon-seong immediately laid Cheon Yuhwa, whom he had dragged in by the hand, down on the bed and lifted her skirt.
There, the snow-white half-body he had longed for, wrapped in damp underwear, faintly exuded a subtle peach scent.
He could no longer hold back.
He tore off her underwear as if ripping it apart and tossed it aside. There, her slightly flushed vulva, completely hairless, was dripping with moisture and yearning for him.
“Were you expecting this? You’re already flooding, and the scent is so overwhelming I can’t stand it.”
Seeing the peach juice dripping down, he couldn’t resist. It seemed Ma Cheon-seong wouldn’t be able to quench his thirst without drinking it.
He brought his mouth right up to it and began licking up the juice.
“Haaah, please don’t do such lewd things! Stop it!”
Despite Cheon Yu-hwa’s sobbing pleas, Ma Cheon-seong—as if determined to quench the thirst he’d carried for the past 15 years right here—wasn’t satisfied with just the juice flowing out;
he thrust his tongue inside and began to stimulate her.
“No, don’t make me feel that way! Please!”
Yuhwa tried to push Ma Cheon-seong’s head away to fend off his tongue, which was desperate to penetrate her further,
but Cheon-seong resisted her efforts and pulled her thighs and hips toward him.
It was strange. Of course, if someone asked whether she hadn’t missed a man’s touch after living alone for 15 years, that wasn’t exactly true.
Still, the pleasure she was feeling right now felt somehow dangerous and strange.
She couldn’t for the life of her figure out what was causing this pleasure that was making her lose her mind to this extent.
At the same time, she had a dangerous feeling that if she just let her body follow this pleasure, she wouldn’t be able to keep her wits about her.
Even now, the tingling heat rising up her spine foreshadowed a flood of pleasure she might not be able to handle.
“Haa, Yuhwa, you’re really driving me crazy.”
As he pulled his mouth away from her crotch and spoke, she could feel pleasure even in his exhaled breath, leaving her unable to say a word.
Cheon-seong slipped his finger into Yuhwa’s sensitive spot and rubbed it, then gently bit her clitoris, which was already swollen to the limit.
“Gah, uh, hiiik!!”
It felt as if an explosion had gone off in her brain. No, it felt as if her brain were melting away.
She should tell him to stop, but she couldn’t catch her breath.
She needed to stop him from sucking and biting her clitoris, teasing it with his tongue, and scratching her sensitive spot…
Judging by the way her waist arched and her limbs convulsed, it seemed she had reached her climax.
That was a good sign. Now even Cheon Seong himself could hardly hold back any longer.
His own member was throbbing repeatedly, as if demanding its turn, maintaining its majestic state.
Unlike men, a woman’s body doesn’t cool down after reaching climax just once.
On the contrary, if I thrust my member into her now, while she’s still lost in the throes of her climax, even if she puts on a pained expression
and tries to maintain a cold demeanor toward me, she will ultimately yield to my will.
Even as she was still reeling, Yu-hwa felt the hairs all over her body stand on end at Cheon-seong’s movements
.
This man has no intention of going easy on her, even though she’s just reached her climax.
This is bad. If he penetrates her now, the mother known as Cheon Yu-hwa will vanish, and she’ll become nothing more than a female creature craving Ma Cheon-seong.
That was what she feared most.
I have to stop him. But because of the climax, I can’t muster enough strength in my body.
“Just… a moment…! Just a moment!? I’m turning into a fool. Stop. Stoppppp…!!”
He had already positioned his shaft at the entrance, ready to pierce her petals. What man would stop just because she told him to in a situation like this?
Wouldn’t seeing her like this only make him even more aroused?
What’s more, as she writhed in pleasure, his glans was already lightly sliding in and out of her entrance, kissing it.
To hold back now would be tantamount to being impotent.
Knowing this, Yuhwa took a desperate gamble.
If even this doesn’t work, there’s nothing she can do.
Adrift in a sea of pleasure, all she can do is hope that a shred of reason serves as a lifeline to keep her from sinking.
“Gong, Gong! Seong-rang, Seong-rang!!”
She cries out for Cheon Seong.
Praying that there’s still enough sanity left to hear her voice.
“Cheon Yu-hwa, I love you. I’ll never let you go again.”
It’s no use. Her voice isn’t reaching him.
“Sir! Sir!!”
“…… What did you say, Yu-hwa?”
“…I said ‘Sang-gong.’”
“Sang-gong….”
Sang-gong—that’s the title a wife uses to address her husband with respect.
But Cheon-seong had a title he wanted to hear from Yu-hwa more than that.
“Would you ever consider calling me ‘Gaga’?”
He’d heard that “Gaga” was a term of endearment used by women when addressing men among young couples these days.
“At my age, ‘Gaga’ is a bit….”
“Well, I guess there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Watching Cheon-seong adjust his position to continue penetration, she quickly racked her brain.
There had to be a nickname that was at least a little less embarrassing than “Gaga.”
“Husband!!”
He stopped his thrusting.
Cheon-seong smiled so widely his mouth seemed about to split.
“All right, Hwa-mae. Husband’s here—what did you call me for?”
My face was burning for a different reason. I thought it would be best to cover my face with both arms.
More importantly, I’d gone so far as to call him out using that embarrassing nickname. I had to get what I wanted.
“With my mouth…”
“What…?”
“With my mouth… I’ll do it with my mouth instead.”
“What if I refuse?”
“Huh?”
“If I just lean forward a little, I can penetrate you right now—so why do I have to do it with my mouth?”
As if to demonstrate, Cheon-seong gave his hips a light thrust, and the glans slid in and out even deeper than before, making lewd sounds.
“Hiiik?!”
Overwhelmed by the intense pleasure, no other words came out, and her body screamed for more.
“Then, I’ll set a condition.”
Cheon-seong held the reins. What should I make her do…? Come to think of it, that title she used earlier was so sweet.
“I’d like you to keep calling me ‘Husband’ from now on.
Then I’ll let you do it with your mouth.”
“That’s…”
“Why, don’t you like it?”
Cheon-seong thrusts his hips again, and Yu-hwa screams.
“B-but! I’ll only do it where no one else is around. Please…”
Not bad. No, actually, it’s great. To be the “Husband” of the Heavenly Mountain Goddess—a title only I can hear—that’s a rare privilege.
“All right, give it a try with your mouth. But if you don’t satisfy me, you know what happens, right?”
“Yes, Husband.”
Once again perched on the bed, Yu-hwa knelt demurely between Cheon-seong’s legs and took hold of his shaft—which had been left half-inserted, causing his frustration to build—and lifted it up.
She pressed her lips to the glans and ran her tongue up the shaft from the base, paying her respects.
It was also a signal that she would now serve him orally.
A lewd sound, different from that of her own vagina, delighted his ears.
“Hah, hmm.”
She took the glans into her mouth, swirled her tongue to stimulate the base, and supported the shaft with her tongue, moving it slightly to maximize his pleasure.
She felt as if she might suffocate from the overwhelming scent of masculinity, but before long, it began to have an effect like an aphrodisiac, arousing her body.
After running her tongue over the back of the glans once more, she expels the air from her mouth and swallows the shaft, taking care not to let her teeth touch it.
They fit together so tightly that she feels as if the flesh inside her mouth and his member have become one, reminding her of what it truly means to serve his essence with her entire mouth.
After a long while of sucking his shaft all the way down to my throat and swallowing my saliva, a hand reached up to rest on my head.
As I looked up and continued to serve him, Cheon-seong made a face as if he could no longer hold back. My jaw ached.
Judging by the way his shaft throbbed and swelled, he was about to ejaculate.
And sure enough, Cheon-seong grabbed Yu-hwa’s head, thrust his shaft deep into her throat, and began ejaculating directly into her stomach.
The large volume of semen made her stomach feel bloated, and she started coughing. It was hard to even breathe. Cheon-seong wouldn’t let go of Yu-hwa’s head until he was finished.
She had to hold on. In her agony, she tried to push his thighs away with both hands, but it was no use. It seemed he wouldn’t let go until he was finished.
When the long ejaculation finally ended and Cheon-seong released Yoo-hwa’s head, she still had the remaining semen in her mouth.
Grasping Yoo-hwa’s chin and turning her head as she tried to spit it out, Cheon-seong ordered her.
“Open your mouth.”
After glancing at him hesitantly, Yuhwa opened her mouth to show Cheon-seong the sticky semen she didn’t know what to do with.
“Swallow it.”
She struggled to swallow the semen, which had clumped together and was almost solid, then showed him the inside of her mouth—where only the deep scent of semen remained—to prove she had obeyed his command.
A lot of time had already passed.
I had to let her go.
It was such a shame.
If I were to stay here for a week, I’d want to spend all my time—except for the time necessary for daily life—holding her in my arms.
But I had to move on tomorrow. As for my unfulfilled desires, I’d just have to wait for an opportunity and ask her to satisfy them secretly, even if it were just tomorrow, without my son knowing.
“I’ll go inside now.”
As if she’d sensed my thoughts, she turned to leave the room, but I called her back.
“Yuhwa, come here for a moment.”
I picked up a strand of hair stuck to the corner of her mouth as she turned to look at me.
Seeing it, she blushed.
She was so cute I couldn’t help myself.
I burned the hair in my hand using the principle of Sammae Jin-hwa, then embraced her and whispered in her ear,
“I’ll be looking forward to tomorrow, too. My love.”
With a conflicted expression at this unexpected confession of love, Yuhwa returned to her room and sank into deep thought.
She was deeply troubled, wondering if she was nothing more than a wicked mother, lost in carnal desire and ruining her child’s fate.