Chapter 103
Chapter 103
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 103
Chapter Title: Because I Was Drunk... It's Fine (2)
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In the martial world, when people thought of the most famous spear technique, everyone immediately recalled the Yang Family Spear Technique.
The spear itself was an inconvenient weapon to carry, so it wasn't a favorite among martial artists. Naturally, spear techniques had become rare sights as a result.
Throughout martial history, the Yang Family Spear occasionally made appearances in Jianghu, unleashing terrifying power. Interestingly, those who mastered it often ended up serving in the government.
For that reason, Yang Ha-jeong—a woman from the Yang Family, which was more aligned with officialdom than the martial sects—had become Peng Mu-do's second wife, and it wasn't unrelated to those circumstances.
"What brings you here? Did you come with Wol?"
"Yes, Madam. I've never been to Hebei before, so she insisted on showing me around once."
"Sigh... Of all times, now..."
Yang Ha-jeong wondered what Peng Wol could be thinking.
She surely knew what the Inspector General's visit meant, yet she was bringing an outsider into the family...
Realizing the man was watching her reaction after her careless slip, Yang Ha-jeong hurriedly spoke up.
"Oh, sorry about that. It's nothing to worry about."
"...Is that so?"
Most martial forces knew that the Peng Family had recently been cozying up to the government to expand its influence.
There was no way to tell if this young man was pretending not to know or genuinely clueless, but dragging the conversation out wouldn't benefit anyone.
"We've kept you here right after your arrival. Go rest easy."
In any case, managing the disciples and selecting those to dispatch to the government was Peng Wol's role.
Whether Peng Wol liked dealing with the officials or not, with the family head's orders given, she would carry them out.
Considering her own position as merely a symbol of the alliance between the Yang and Peng Families, Yang Ha-jeong concluded it was something for Peng Wol to handle.
Yang Ha-jeong received Kang Yun's greeting and passed by him.
'She's still hot.'
Considering Peng Wol's age, Yang Ha-jeong was well over fifty.
Normally, even for a milf fanatic like me, that was past its expiration date—something no one could easily swallow.
But with her internal energy keeping her looking like she was in her early forties, she was plenty alluring as a female.
"Young hero...?"
I snapped out of my daze watching her plump hips sway away under her light skirt at the maid's call.
After resting a while in the guest quarters where the maid had led me, I received a message from Peng Wol.
'Tomorrow morning.'
I'd been scheduled to meet the Peng Family head, Sword Saint Peng Mu-do, and pay my respects in the morning.
Peng Mu-do must be extremely busy, since he couldn't see me right away.
[Of all times, now...]
From what Yang Ha-jeong had said, and the circumstances, the Peng Family might be in a tricky spot for entertaining guests.
It didn't concern me, though. I wanted to bed Yang Ha-jeong if possible, but given the timing and duration, it seemed unlikely.
I'd just build some rapport, stay as long as made sense, then head back to the Tang Family.
Where my women were waiting, and soon, I'd meet the baby about to be born into the world...
"Brother Kang, you there?"
Peng Wol burst through the door. Hadn't she just sent the message?
No word about coming over?
"I've been thinking, you broke our drinking promise without a word, didn't you?"
"...Yeah. Sorry about that..."
"I'm not blaming you. What I'm saying is, can't I drag you to a drink without warning once?"
"...Pardon?"
It sounded reasonable at first but devolved into utter nonsense— yet seeing the alcohol trays following behind her, I shut my mouth.
Before the endless parade of dishes filling the table, my body, weary from days on horseback, craved calories.
Peng Wol chuckled at my silence and offered me a cup.
"Oh, I forgot to mention..."
After filling the cup to the brim with liquor wafting a thick aroma, she finished.
"I don't like using internal energy to drive out the alcohol buzz."
Even smiling as she said it, the subtle pressure felt like she was a pro at peer pressuring drinks.
Shit. This mad boozehound.
"Come on, down it in one go—glug!"
I emptied my cup at Peng Wol's insistence, and she gleefully did the same.
With the drinks flowing, I decided to ask Peng Wol a few things I'd been curious about.
"With what's going on at the Peng Family right now, wasn't it a bad idea for me to come?"
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"I saw Madam Peng earlier, and she looked really troubled when she saw me."
"Ah, Mother... I see."
Peng Wol's expression darkened instantly.
For a reaction from a son getting scolded for boozing, it seemed oddly melancholic.
"Truth is, there's something going on at the main house, and I'm in charge of part of it."
"...And now's a critical time for it?"
"Exactly."
Peng Wol answered crisply, then grabbed the cup I'd refilled and downed it.
"Then you shouldn't have brought me..."
"Nah, it's fine. Didn't I tell you? Bringing you wasn't hard, but looking after you would be."
"Oh..."
Come to think of it, she'd said something like that.
"The only change from you being here is I can drink without glancing over my shoulder a bit more. No worries."
"...I don't want to get chewed out. You have to handle your duties properly, sis."
"Of course! No need to fret—it's just picking a few disciples!"
Was it really that simple? Yang Ha-jeong's expression hadn't looked good, so somehow I doubted it...
"Drink up, let's drink!"
As alcohol started frying my brain, I couldn't think further.
Mmm... What is this... so soft...
Smooth and velvety against my hand...
This feels just like a woman's breast...?
"...De...?"
Chirp chirp chirp.
I opened my eyes to morning already. Lying on the bed, I must've crawled in or someone put me there—I couldn't recall.
'Felt really good in the dream...'
I couldn't remember well. Not a sex dream, I think?
I jolted.
I quickly grabbed my morning wood. Phew, good—no wet dream.
Since it wasn't that intense, probably just the bedding's texture.
[Did you cough?]
"Ah, yes!"
I covered my lower half with the blanket and permitted entry. Erection, go down.
Here too, they prepared everything from morning—wash water to clothes.
"You need to see the family head soon, so get ready."
"Yes, thank you."
After a quick prep, I stepped out to find Peng Wol waiting.
She approached close, pinched her nose, and said something.
"Whoa, you reek of booze!"
"Whose fault is that...?"
Peng Wol giggled and handed me a suspiciously effective-looking pill.
"Chew this thoroughly. It's bitter, but it'll kill the smell."
I chewed as instructed. Tears from the bitterness, but the alcohol stench faded a lot.
I checked my breath with my hand over my mouth, then finally prepared to meet Peng Mu-do.
"Oh, Mother's probably there too. You okay with that?"
"What's not to be okay about?"
"Good, let's go."
I followed Peng Wol to the family head's hall.
Separate from his private quarters, the hall evoked a king's audience chamber for receiving vassals.
No one was there except Peng Wol, me, Peng Mu-do, and Yang Ha-jeong to receive greetings.
As I bowed deeply, the Peng head spoke.
"Good to see you again. Never imagined you'd visit the main house."
"I worry my sudden visit was rude."
"Rude? You're Wol's guest—what's rude about it."
Peng Mu-do's attitude was as bold as at the Nine Dragons Contest, but the vibe was totally different.
Because this was Peng territory? It felt like facing an absolute ruler wielding unchecked power.
An absolute being who could afford a casual demeanor precisely because of it.
"Stay as long as you like. Just know Wol's busy, so you won't see her often."
"Understood, Family Head. Thank you for your consideration."
"Right. If anything comes up, see the Madam. What do you think, Madam?"
"Pardon?"
Yang Ha-jeong looked flustered. I felt a flicker of hope amid my own surprise.
"I heard you've already met... or not?"
"W-Well, yes, but..."
Yang Ha-jeong glanced at me with discomfort. What? Did I rack up dislike stats already?
What did I even do?
"Ah, with the age gap, it might make Young Hero Kang uncomfortable too?"
"Hmm, could be. Sorry about that, Young Hero Kang."
"...No, it's fine."
My hopes of building intimacy for a future lay crumbled.
But I wasn't giving up.
Not until my desire faded from Yang Ha-jeong's age—I'd never quit.
Once Peng Wol and Kang Yun left the hall, Peng Mu-do turned to Yang Ha-jeong.
"Unexpected."
"What do you mean?"
"Did that fellow do something rude to you?"
"Not really..."
"Hmm..."
As Peng Mu-do recalled, Yang Ha-jeong was generous with young juniors.
She often dined and drank tea with guests Peng Wol's age, so he'd brought it up...
"If it bothered you, I understand. Wasn't my intent."
"No, Family Head. He's nearly ten years younger than Wol. I just thought dealing with an old woman like me might tire him..."
"I see. They all look similar to me, but Wol's already thirty-one."
Peng Mu-do nodded in agreement. Her response seemed flawless to him.
Her attitude wasn't off either, so he had no inkling her heart was pounding wildly.