Chapter 107
Chapter 107
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 107
Chapter Title: Wow, She Actually Did This? (2)
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"H-Hey... are you okay?"
Yang Ha-jeong called out to me in a trembling voice. I lay on the bed, desperately pretending to be asleep.
Her sudden attempt to get me drunk had seemed awfully suspicious, so I'd played along, acting like I'd passed out from the alcohol.
I'd worried she might try to slip me something nasty, but even so, I figured no one would go that far right in the heart of the Peng family compound.
So I'd secretly circulated my energy to sober up while spilling the booze on my clothes to make it smell like I'd drunk my fill.
As for my face not flushing, I'd quietly stirred a bit of Heavenly Yang Energy to warm my body and managed it somehow.
Unless it was that mad drunkard Peng Wol, no one would suspect I was faking it.
'Her body's so soft...'
Yang Ha-jeong glanced over my collapsed form, then actually picked me up and laid me on the bed. The feel of her soft breasts brushing my right arm was pure bliss.
If I'd been doing this all along, I might've missed out.
'Alright, let's see what she's up to.'
If she tried anything too wicked, I'd jump up and give her a piece of my mind.
Honestly, what were the odds someone who'd drugged a guy's drink to knock him out was planning something good?
"Y-Young hero, are you alright...?"
Why was she hovering around, asking if I was okay over and over? Had she spiked it with something after all?
"He's staying still today...?"
Today? What did she mean, today? Had she been doing something while I was asleep all this time? What the hell had she done?
"Well, can't be helped then..."
What? What was that? You're scaring me here.
I sensed Yang Ha-jeong's presence drawing slowly closer in my energy perception. Should I get up? Or stay put?
She probably wasn't holding a weapon. Her energy wasn't surging either—she was approaching slow and hesitant...
Poof.
My brain froze.
Breasts? Why the breasts?
'Wow, she actually did this?'
Yang Ha-jeong had pressed her own breasts right against my face.
The soft, pillowy mounds touched my face, and a faint, musky yet pleasant feminine scent invaded my nostrils.
'No, stop it, don't get hard, you can't get hard...!'
For the first time, I think I understood the mindset of those women who'd made me eat them out and ride my dick.
The brutal assault on my nose and skin was so intense that my cock betrayed my will and started stiffening on its own.
"Y-Yeah, it's getting... bigger..."
Had she caught on to my pretending? On the other hand, realizing the breast attack's goal was to get me hard nearly shattered my sanity.
'No way she's a whore, right?'
My standards for a MILF were loose in some ways, strict in others.
Not every married older woman qualified.
The key was whether she'd forgotten how to be a woman—living only as a wife or mother—or if she longed to be one just for her husband.
Reviving that lost femininity or redirecting even a fraction of her spousal devotion to me—that was the core.
Without it, she wasn't a MILF. If she just fucked any young guy, she was a whore to me.
'But no, my instincts say Yang Ha-jeong's definitely a MILF. No way she's a whore!'
So how was I supposed to interpret her getting hard the young guy her son brought home?
I somehow kept up the sleeping act, but panic hammered my skull relentlessly.
Meanwhile, her hand reached for my pant waistband. Despair hit me for a moment, then relief washed over.
'She's clumsy...!'
She fumbled at undressing a man. That slashed the whore odds big time.
"I-I'm just looking, young hero... sorry, young hero...!"
Muttering like she was pleading, Yang Ha-jeong tugged down my loosened pants, revealing my rigidly erect cock.
"Oh, a man's... cock...!"
She panted, murmuring "cock" over and over. Her ragged breath tickled my shaft.
Her demeanor didn't scream harm.
I relaxed, curious to see how she'd play with my cock.
Yang Ha-jeong couldn't believe she'd actually stripped off a man's pants.
But staring at the throbbing erection, she thought maybe it was fine as long as she didn't get caught.
When would she get another chance to see one so vividly alive?
"C-Can I touch it...? He won't know, right...?"
She peeked at Kang Yun's drunken, sleeping face, then slowly extended her hand.
Twitch.
Before her hand even touched, it twitched, making her yank back in panic.
But his eyes stayed shut. Probably just a reflex, she reasoned. After agonizing, she reached out again.
'I-It's the same either way. Looking or touching...'
Either was a secret she couldn't tell a soul.
Her hand finally met the fearsome, vein-bulging shaft—pitch-black and red-hot, hard as an iron rod, unlike her pale fingers.
'H-How would this feel inside a woman...?'
It'd probably hurt like a knife stab.
She lightly gripped the shaft and stroked up and down.
"Hng...!"
He inhaled sharply, startling her into freezing. But his face remained peacefully asleep.
'H-He didn't wake...?'
Listening to his steady breaths, she relaxed and resumed, bolder now, exploring every inch.
"So hard... and hot..."
The scorching heat felt like it'd burn her, yet unlike its menacing look, it twitched eagerly at her touch.
Any second he might wake from the stimulation—but the thrill of controlling his cock consumed her.
'J-Just a little more? He's asleep anyway...'
She'd only meant to look, but seeing it sparked endless ideas.
"A-As long as I don't use the bottom..."
She cautiously brought her face closer to it.
It suddenly seemed kinda cute. Staring intently, an idea popped up.
Ahhh.
Yang Ha-jeong opened her mouth toward the man's cock.
Her soft hand kept fumbling my cock, then suddenly slick mucous membranes enveloped it, sending waves of pleasure.
'Mouth... pussy!'
The sensation screamed blowjob. I cracked my eyes and glanced down.
Sure enough, Yang Ha-jeong was sucking away, not daring to look up.
Her mouth's mucosa clung tight, sucking with intense pressure.
'Why the hell is she doing this?'
Her technique was amateurish—the worst of any MILF I'd bedded.
Yet here she was giving head I'd rarely even gotten from others. Skill-wise, it sucked too.
Honestly, I wanted to snap awake, hike her skirt, and plunge into those plump ass cheeks...
'But what the fuck? Why?'
Despite the sloppy skills, her eager service on a stranger's cock baffled me.
While I pondered, her mouth-pussy writhed, squeezing my shaft.
Her clumsy tongue scraped the surface, struggling to take more—but my length meant she barely got half in.
Without deepthroating, it was inevitable...
'Driving me crazy.'
Yet my body thrilled in the mystery. A MILF eyeing my dick, now sucking it after drugging me.
Even the frustrating half-coverage, like a pussy failing to fully envelop, fueled the excitement.
Her head found a rhythm. The awkward bobs turned smooth, teasing my cock gently.
'Ah, gonna cum...'
Hand kneading the base, mouth slurping the tip—ejaculation loomed inevitably.
Her improving technique made it worse.
I considered holding back, but in my "drunken sleep," twitching might tip her off.
I let the surging orgasm loose, firing my load.
Spluuuurt.
"Khng...!"
She halted her bobbing to catch it in her mouth, but that was no easy feat.
My loads were massive—too much for her mouth.
"Cough, cough...!"
Predictably, she hacked, pulling off. The cum flooded back out.
I slyly shut my cracked eyes. Time for her to check on me.
Hot semen splattered my lower body. Even mine felt scalding.
"Ahh...! Need to wipe it...!"
She flailed, grabbing some cloth to clean me up.
Once the cum was mostly gone, she redressed my pants and fled the room.
After she was well gone, I opened my eyes, exhaled deeply, and muttered to myself.
"What the hell was that...?"
A MILF sucking dick? Great, obviously.
But it was like baiting a hook only for the fish to leap out and bite the line—total confusion.
'Not a whore, at least.'
Her hand and mouth work was hopelessly clumsy. But opening my eyes? Too many loose ends.
This was probably her first time. Otherwise, she'd be smoother.
Her technique did improve late-game, confirming it.
Her knockout method was blunt too. Why not sneak into my bed at night like a mom would? Drugging instead?
She'd whispered "just looking," yet jerked, sucked, and milked me dry. No clue how to parse it.
'She doesn't know shit about anything.'
I'll wait and watch. Tail her tomorrow or fake sleep again—something'll turn up.
Luckily, she's a smoking MILF I'd love to fuck given the chance. The situation's confusing but not bad. Good, even.
I stripped off my pants again, properly cleaning the half-assed wipe job with a wet cloth.
Yang Ha-jeong clutched the cum-soaked rag, cursing her impulsiveness for taking it.
But leaving such a night-flower-scented item behind? No choice. Right decision, ultimately.
"S-Stinks...!"
She wrinkled her nose but sniffed cautiously. Thick, masculine musk.
Rank yet oddly addictive. Slowly, she brought the cum rag closer to her face.
Suddenly snapping to, she glanced around her empty room and hid it.
"Gotta sneak it into the laundry later..."
Mix it with the maids' wash under "inspection" pretense. Or rinse it herself first.
Mission accomplished. Overachieved, even.
Never again—never put Kang Yun to sleep or touch his cock or body.
But in her room sat the silk liquor from her brother—three bottles untouched besides tonight's.