Chapter 109
Chapter 109
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 109
Chapter Title: Must Have (2)
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'Must... have...'
Yang Ha-jeong felt as though those words sounded like the man declaring he would possess the woman.
After secretly fondling his body for a while, she chided herself for such a ridiculous delusion, gripped both of his arms, and lightly infused him with qi.
As she'd intended, his hazy eyes—shaken by the disturbance in his qi and blood—began to slowly regain their sharpness.
"Ah, ah..."
"Are you coming to your senses?"
"...Yes."
A thick scent of alcohol poured from the man's body. Now that he was conscious, he seemed to be driving out the drunkenness with his internal energy.
"Now that you're sober, let go. This is too much for someone old enough to be your mother."
"...I had no intention of revealing it like this."
Yang Ha-jeong's gentle expression hardened as she admonished him. That voice sounded utterly sincere, not like a joke at all.
"You heard it all, didn't you, Madam...?"
"L-let go. This is your last warning."
Was it really not a dream? This man, not even half her age—wasn't he whispering words of love?
"Didn't you have feelings for me too? Isn't that why you did what you did?"
"Wh-what...!"
It hit like a thunderbolt from a clear sky. His attitude suggested he knew exactly what she'd done all along.
'No way, no way...'
"Do you still believe I was quietly asleep yesterday?"
As expected. Yang Ha-jeong squeezed her eyes shut.
She was too embarrassed to look him straight in the face. Meanwhile, he kept whispering to her.
"You know what feelings I harbored, right? Madam, you touched my manhood..."
"St-stop!"
Yang Ha-jeong opened her eyes again, shoved his arms off her shoulders, and sat up.
"I-I'm truly sorry about yesterday! But..."
Her mouth froze mid-sentence. In front of others, she could simply deny it.
But with those fawn-like eyes fixed desperately on her, the words wouldn't come.
Desperate, blindly devoted eyes.
"...Let's sit and talk first."
"Yes, Madam!"
The man brightened. Yang Ha-jeong could almost believe a puppy's tail was wagging happily behind his back.
She sat at the edge of the bed next to him as he settled properly atop it.
And finally faced him squarely.
Youth in its prime, a taut and handsome face untouched by the world's tempests, a solidly honed body.
An attractive man with no reason to fancy a woman like her, aged and faded.
"First, let's clear this up. I don't know what you're thinking, Young Hero, but there are women fitting for you..."
"It's troubling if you assume I haven't considered that."
Yang Ha-jeong steeled herself to cut him off, but he dismissed it in an instant.
"You're beautiful. Far more than any woman supposedly fitting for me."
"..."
It had to be a dream. Yang Ha-jeong refused to believe this could be real. She even secretly pinched her thigh, but it hurt.
"I like you. You like me too. That's why you touched my..."
"St-stop!"
Yang Ha-jeong cut him off again the moment his manhood came up.
It wasn't just an unfavorable topic. Somehow, it felt wrong to weigh his pure affection against her own desires.
"Th-that was my mistake. But... please abandon those misguided thoughts."
The man's face fell. Yang Ha-jeong wanted to beat her chest, wondering how things had spiraled like this.
She'd toyed with this young man out of mere curiosity and lust, only for him to harbor real feelings for her?
"Then... at least hold my hand. You can manage that much, right...?"
His voice quivered desperately. Yang Ha-jeong clenched her teeth.
'It's all my fault...'
After a moment's hesitation, she spoke.
"Th-then, just our hands..."
The man lit up and extended his hand at once. Yang Ha-jeong slowly offered hers in return.
Compared to his firm, large hand, hers was white and soft. As their fingertips brushed lightly, her hand flinched away.
But his hand caught it before it could retreat. Startled, she glanced at his face—he was simply smiling.
His hot palm began caressing her cool one, warmth gradually seeping into her skin.
"Is... is it that good?"
He nodded silently, but his expression alone made it clear how much he relished it.
Bit by bit, his hand explored hers until their fingers intertwined.
Yang Ha-jeong's heart trembled—it felt as if their hands had savored enough.
Their eyes met, and she knew he wanted more.
'No...'
Slowly, his hand tugged hers, drawing her body toward his.
Thump.
Spotting the weakness in her expression, he carefully pulled her into his embrace.
"Huu..."
His contented sigh.
Unlike the forceful pull earlier, slipping hesitantly into his arms let her feel the contours of his limbs and chest.
She finally sensed his heart pulsing beneath that lively left breast.
And she wondered if her own plump bosom transmitted her heartbeat to him.
Like lovers, he slid his arms deeper behind her back, drawing her even closer.
"...You know this is wrong, don't you, Young Hero?"
Making excuses. As if she'd tried to resist.
She'd done it all along. Claiming she hadn't meant to drug him, hadn't touched his acupoints. Pathetic self-justifications.
"Hmm... just a little longer..."
His tightening arms pressed them flush.
Then Yang Ha-jeong realized his fingertips—spanning her narrow back—were brushing her breasts.
And that his manhood had reared up magnificently against her lower belly.
"Th-this won't do! St-stop...!"
She realized too late. This male was feeling desire too.
Lust and affection were inseparable from the start. Foolish to assume his was purely innocent.
"Let go... hup..."
As she shoved his clinging body, his hand darted to her nape, and their lips met.
It began as a sweet kiss, but soon his unchecked tongue plunged in, ravaging every corner of her mouth.
Caught off guard, she yielded to the invasion, rediscovering how intoxicating a kiss could be.
"Hup...!"
Suddenly aware of his hand untying her sash, she gasped and pulled away.
She seized his hand, nearly done with the sash, halting it.
"I-I said no... why won't you listen..."
She felt his blood pulsing wildly through his wrist. A sensation proving his burning lust for her.
"I can't hold back..."
"You have to. Don't you know we can never have anything honorable...!"
Yang Ha-jeong admitted it. Pure lust or tinged with affection—she wanted to yield to his pleas.
Even if he saw her withered self as a fleeting toy, she still wanted to.
But this couldn't happen. She wracked her wits for rational words and forced them out.
"Think of my age. It'll be gone soon. You'll regret it... okay?"
"Then we must do more! If this you will vanish soon...!"
"...What?"
His expression grew even more desperate, and her heart hammered.
Seizing the slack in her grip, his hand undid her sash and began peeling off her top.
"St-stop..."
"You don't hate it, do you? You want this with me..."
Twitch.
Yang Ha-jeong shivered down her spine.
"That's why you took off my pants, right?"
"..."
While she faltered, his hand snagged the breast binding inside her top and shoved it up.
Slosh.
"Aah...!"
"Beautiful..."
Gazing at her fleshy breasts, he whispered with flushed cheeks, as if beholding a priceless treasure.
Yang Ha-jeong noticed her ragged breaths but couldn't steady them.
"If... if we're caught, you're finished too. Me too. So..."
"As long as no one finds out, right?"
Her nether regions had been aching for ages.
Even her final rational plea was twisted by him as he stripped away the layers cloaking her voluptuous form.
"No one will find out... ever. So it's fine..."
To those honeyed whispers, Yang Ha-jeong finally made up her mind.
Smack.
She swatted his hand aside and spoke softly to his startled face.
"With my own hands... I'll undress myself..."
Watching his shock melt into a smile, she felt heat flooding her cheeks.
As Yang Ha-jeong slowly stripped before me, I silently cheered in triumph.
Having blurted my true feelings in drunken abandon and clung desperately, I'd finally succeeded in getting her to bare herself.
Glancing warily at me while peeling off her clothes layer by layer—it was a breathtaking sight.
"I-I can't take responsibility if you're disappointed, so keep that in mind..."
"Not at all. She's only beautiful."
Objectively, she couldn't compare to young maidens.
But the thrill of stripping a chaste matron piled on merciless bonus points, biasing my judgment.
"What do you mean beautiful..."
Watching the corners of her mouth twitch in denial nearly made my cock explode.
She shed garment after garment, pausing at the thin cloth veiling her loins.
Her sides were sleek without an ounce of flab, though age had gifted her a slight, oily paunch.
Breasts and hips bore flesh that blurred her lines.
Wrinkles dusting her eyes and body testified to her years...
'Fuck, she's hot.'
Reeling at the thought of claiming this prim milf, I rose. I was already naked.
"Wh-why? I said I'd undress myself."
"Move your hand."
Those voluptuous tits were shielded by one outstretched arm.
"Y-you'll see soon enough... why..."
No time for back-and-forth—I swept her arm aside. She resisted briefly, then yielded with a sigh.
"Ooo...!"
"...Don't overdo the surprise..."
Plump mounds capped with surprisingly pretty nipples. Darkened by time, yet nearly pink...?
Huh? Even so, too pink? No nursing history, but still...
'No way?'
I swiftly yanked down her last undergarment.
"Y-you!"
She flailed in panic, but I had no attention for that.
A jungle of thick pubic hair. Beneath, a slit retaining near-pink hue like her nipples.
An entrance demurely shut, as if never welcoming a man.
Sensing my stunned stare, she whispered in mosquito tones, face ashen as death.
"T-truth is... no experience... at my age, embarrassing...!"
So, a virgin pussy?
A middle-aged virgin pussy untouched by any man?
Macbeth suddenly crossed my mind.
The prophecy that no man born of woman could harm him—but Macduff, who felled him, was torn from his mother's womb.
An unlooked-for virgin perk on a milf.
Virgin milf. Unbelievable, but...
Throb.
Overwriting her husband's paltry pleasures with mine was tempting, but introducing unknown ecstasy was thrilling too.
She'd never been Peng Mu-do's woman, yet she was undeniably Peng Wol's mother.
At the thought of rupturing that milf's hymen, my cock surged rigid with boiling excitement.