Chapter 113
Chapter 113
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Don't Hit Me (2)
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The sun set, and night fell.
The man sneaked back into Lady Yang's chambers and, this time baring his naked body boldly, mounted her on the bed, thrusting into Yang Ha-jeong as she presented her hips.
Yang Ha-jeong twisted her waist. The hand gripping her buttocks so tightly was clearly lying in wait for a chance to strike them.
'Why does he want to hit me so badly?'
The pleasure of his manhood plunging into her was more than enough for her, so she couldn't understand why he insisted on spanking her when she clearly hated it, claiming she'd like it.
Smack!
If there was a problem, it was that she was frustratingly adapting to the feel of that palm faster than expected. It wasn't pleasant, not by any means.
"I said don't... ungh♥"
There was definitely pain, which was why she refused, but the effort to endure it altered the movements of her lower body in strange ways.
"Your pussy feels so good..."
The result was that both of them could feel an unusual pleasure in their genitals.
"We don't need to do this... ahng♥ Isn't it enough...?"
"Kuh."
At the man's chuckle, Yang Ha-jeong's face flushed red the next instant. She had a feeling she knew exactly what he'd say whenever he opened his mouth.
"Yeah, you're right. Even without this, Ha-jeong's pussy feels amazing."
"Hng♥ That's not what I meant..."
Feeling the man's arms wrap around her waist, Yang Ha-jeong's breasts trembled.
It was coming again.
That man's manhood, pounding deep into her belly like a battering ram.
"So you like this, huh...?"
As if he knew every inch of her insides, the man whispered into her ear while hanging off her shoulder.
He had noticed that her pussy was preparing to receive the explosive thrusts of his manhood, sensing its owner's expectations.
"Say it out loud, then. Tell me to pound your pussy hard."
Yang Ha-jeong knew the man was dying to ram his manhood roughly into her pussy anyway.
But he enjoyed making her beg for it, acting as if he had all the time in the world.
"You're so mean..."
"Should I pull out, then? Just yank my cock right out?"
Yang Ha-jeong felt the man's hips slowly withdraw, his manhood gradually slipping out with them.
"I'll do it..."
She could see the man smirking as if to say she'd done well, but Yang Ha-jeong didn't mind.
It wasn't because she liked his manhood that much; she just thought she should indulge her young lover as the elder one.
That was truly all there was to it.
"H-Ha-jeong's p-pu-pussy..."
Eyeing the man nodding in satisfaction, Yang Ha-jeong finally finished her words.
"Pound my cock into it hard...!"
Squish squish squish squish♥
The man lit up with delight and began slamming his hips forward violently, colliding with his youthful vigor.
"Agh♥ Hng... Ah, kuhng♥"
"Feels so good... Your husband has no idea how amazing this is... Huh...!"
His large, rigid manhood was ravaging the pussy of a married woman as if it were his own.
The unused pussy, webbed with spider silk that even her husband had never tasted, was coming alive with every thrust of the man's cock.
Each time his scorching manhood burrowed deep inside her, Yang Ha-jeong felt a delusion like she was being burned.
"Yeah, my husband doesn't know...! Haaang♥"
Agreeing with the man's words, Yang Ha-jeong surrendered her pussy.
The sensation of that thick manhood burrowing into her tender flesh was the ultimate delicacy satisfying her lower mouth more than any gourmet feast.
Unless Yang Ha-jeong forcibly held it back, her lower body now rushed toward his manhood on its own in ecstasy.
Her primal instinct as a living being to receive the semen he would pour out into her womb was fully unleashed, and the man, pleased, pressed his hips down again.
"Lady's pussy... My pussy... Squeeze tighter! Make my cock feel good..."
At his words, Yang Ha-jeong suddenly realized her position and shivered.
The thrill of offering her body—which she was supposed to keep chaste as the lady managing the inner affairs of a great clan—to an outsider and rolling around in bed with him.
'No one, no one ever saw me as a woman!'
Since that night over twenty years ago, when she refused her wedding night out of fear, she had been nothing but an ornament.
An ornament linking families, filling the spot left by the previous lady's death.
The destructive pleasure of shattering that ornament and returning to being the woman Yang Ha-jeong overwhelmed her lower body with madness.
"Get me pregnant with your baby, pregnant...!"
In that ecstasy, her pussy sensed the twitching of his manhood, on the verge of climax as it prepared to pour its seed into her.
Pregnant?
The thought that it might not be so bad flickered through Yang Ha-jeong's mind, only for reason to suppress her delusion.
Getting pregnant by an outsider's seed would be the surest way to utterly destroy the "ornament Yang Ha-jeong."
But she couldn't predict how her enraged husband would react either.
Delusions had to remain delusions.
"...N-No, that won't do...! Hahk♥"
Yang Ha-jeong denied it belatedly, but the man showed no interest in her consent, already gripping her buttocks and thrusting his manhood in.
"Get pregnant...!"
Slap!
"Ang♥"
The man's palm, which had been gentle, struck her buttocks again. It felt even harder than before.
Perhaps because he was building toward ejaculation.
'It feels... good...!'
Yang Ha-jeong felt an unexpected pleasure and panicked. She intuitively understood.
She had concluded that this treatment suited her as the broken ornament called Yang Ha-jeong.
The stinging pain rising sharply, followed by the cool sensation of circulating energy to heal it through meditation, alternated and overloaded her senses in an instant.
"Sorry, I'm sorry... But this feels better...!"
Apologizing nonstop, the man didn't stop his hand.
Slap slap!
The cup of pleasure already filling Yang Ha-jeong to the brim sloshed over, yet the man kept thrusting his manhood and spanking her buttocks, pouring in even more ecstasy.
"I'm gonna cum now! Take it all!"
"Hng♥ Okay, I...!"
As his hand delivered the final smack to her buttocks, he slammed his hips tight against her, aiming his manhood deep into her core the next instant.
"Cock juice flooding your womb...!"
Spurt spurt spurt!
Feeling the forceful eruption pounding her insides like blows, accompanied by his vulgar words, Yang Ha-jeong climaxed.
Like a dam bursting, the endless wave of orgasm drained the strength from her entire body. Only then did she realize what her lower body had done.
Splashhhh!
"N-No!"
Exhausted from taking his cock, her lower body had completely relaxed—too much, leading to an embarrassing accident.
The clear spray of fluid soiled her bedding.
She tried to tense up and stop it, but the sensation of his manhood firmly filling her belly made her strength ebb away again.
In the end, Yang Ha-jeong could only let it run its natural course until it stopped, covering her face with both hands in mortification.
'I'm not some five-year-old child...'
If she left it like this, the maids would discover the lady's soaked yellow bedding come morning and gossip among themselves.
Glancing at the man, she saw him smiling in satisfaction at the sight before hastily changing his expression.
"You..."
Thinking about it, this was his fault. If he hadn't insisted on spanking her, this wouldn't have happened.
"Ah, I'll clean it up..."
The man eyed her cautiously and swiftly gathered the bedding to wring it out.
Then, deploying a light, swift technique infused with inner energy, he dried the absorbed moisture—a sight worth watching.
"I saw you do it yesterday too, but that's some well-practiced skill."
"All done!"
As if refusing to answer, he presented the now clean and fluffy bedding, narrowing Yang Ha-jeong's eyes.
Maybe he was doing the exact same thing to other women.
He had extended his clutches to a married woman he couldn't rightfully claim as his own.
"Ha-jeong...?"
He acted like a conqueror ravaging her lower body boldly enough, but now he was peering at her timidly, which made her want to laugh.
"It's nothing."
She wasn't planning to set up house with him, so there was no real reason to nitpick.
As long as they piled up memories until he left, she felt she could endure this ornament-like boredom even after he was gone.
See?
"Ha-jeong, so shall we...?"
Wasn't he flaunting his manhood like a stud desperate to mount his mate?
Yang Ha-jeong lay back on the freshly laid fluffy bedding and spread her legs for him.
Just imagining being loved all night by that red-hot iron rod made her thighs quiver with anticipation.
"No during the day today?"
"Yes, today I'm accompanying the Vice Inspector to show off all the disciples' demonstrations to the Inspector General. We'll probably share a meal too."
"Vice Inspector..."
I furrowed my brow. Every time I caught a glimpse of that guy, something itched in the back of my mind, but I couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"What's wrong? Did something happen with the Vice Inspector?"
"No, not really... But is it normal for the Vice Inspector to practice martial arts?"
His robes looked too cumbersome for a martial artist, yet he gave off the vibe of one who did. Add in the inexplicable discomfort, and looking at him just made me uneasy.
"Martial arts? The Vice Inspector practices martial arts?"
According to Yang Ha-jeong, it wasn't common for a Vice Inspector under the Inspector General—who handled security and punishments—to train in martial arts, but it wouldn't be strange either.
"Even I didn't know that, and probably the family head doesn't either... How did you figure it out?"
"Just a hunch, not certain... The rhythm of his finger tapping was a bit..."
"A hunch, huh..."
Yang Ha-jeong wore an enigmatic expression.
"But this concerns the Peng family's grand plan. You understand we can't scrap it over a hunch, right?"
"I wasn't hoping it'd be scrapped..."
It didn't make sense from the start. Kick away a hard-won connection with the government just because I had a weird feeling?
That guy's eerie stare lingering on me oddly just fueled my unease, and I wished Yang Ha-jeong would understand that.
"Ah."
At my voice, Yang Ha-jeong gave a wry smile and nodded. She had sensed the maids approaching too.
"Then I'll be off. Be careful just in case... Come back safe."
"Got it. But tonight..."
I kissed the blushing Yang Ha-jeong's cheek and promised to visit again that night.