Chapter 131
Chapter 131
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: Warm, Isn't It? (4)
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The wind had died down.
The owner of the manhood that was still rock-hard and relentlessly plunging into her rear entrance seemed utterly unconcerned by such things, however.
Squish... squish... squish... squish...
"I-it feels like the weather's clearing up... Ah♥"
"Does it?"
Even though this was clearly the most critical issue for their survival, the man responded indifferently as he slammed his hips down.
Mong-a lay prone on the ground, lost in ecstasy as his manhood overlapped her body from behind, thrusting deep between her buttocks.
"Haaang♥ S-stop now...! We have to get down the mountain...!"
Thanks to the method he had suggested, she had made it through the night without freezing, but who knew when another blizzard might trap them on the mountain again.
The mountain weather was that unpredictable.
'My head... it's going weird...!'
But that was just the surface reason. In truth, her real goal was to escape the violent pleasure his manhood was pouring into her mind.
"Just once more... okay...?"
"I said stop... Hngh♥"
The promise of "just once more" had long lost all credibility. After he'd endlessly pounded her anus with that thick shaft, Mong-a didn't even have the energy left to break free from him.
Their mingled fluids had flowed without end, filling the narrow space with a thick, lewd scent that invaded her nostrils and clouded her mind.
Could there be any pleasure greater than these dense hours of groping nothing but each other's skin, aware of nothing else?
"Feels good... so damn good... Mong-a's body feels amazing...!"
His whisper, as if she were truly his woman, made her sphincter—slackened from taking his manhood and too exhausted to clench—suddenly tighten with renewed vigor, clinging wetly to his shaft.
Mong-a would never admit it herself, but deep down, her unconscious was responding to his happy voice.
Wanting to make him feel even better.
'I swore I'd never trust men again...!'
She could barely even remember all the men who had leered at her body hidden beneath her monastic robes.
Among them, the ones who had actually stepped up to toy with her numbered well over a hundred long ago.
Here she was, taking a manhood while in the worst situation she despised, yet unconsciously wanting to respond to this man's lust.
What an irony.
"F-finish quick... we have to get off... haang♥ the mountain..."
"I'm about to cum... just a bit longer..."
The rugged man, his body honed to perfection, kneaded her breasts as he whined.
Mong-a debated shoving him off by force but relented when she felt his manhood twitch, signaling the prelude to his release.
In the end, he would flood her insides with thick semen again, and until then, she'd have to endure his every coaxing ploy.
"Mong-a, gonna cum inside... take it all...!"
"Can't you stop... ahng♥ saying that? Aang♥"
Her insides were already brimming with his semen.
Stuffed so full it made her queasy, only a little leaked out with each thrust of his manhood.
Up until she'd been filled this much, he'd kept whispering for her to take his seed.
"Gonna fill your tight ass-pussy to the brim...!"
"I said stop... hnnngh♥"
Spurt... splurt... spluuurt...
Like an inexhaustible spring, another thick load painted her insides white.
She could almost believe her inner walls had turned white from the semen, his release asserting its hot, sticky presence deep in her rear.
Mong-a, with barely any stamina left even for climax, lay there utterly spent, feeling his final spasms.
"Haa... haa..."
For the first time in her life, after an ejaculation so draining she had no strength left at all, Mong-a panted face-down, waiting for her energy to recover.
His manhood remained inside her even after finishing, but it would slip out soon enough.
The relentless invader of her rear was finally starting to shrink.
Pop.
"Hngh...!"
At that moment, his lips kissed her back. As Mong-a turned her head in bewilderment, he grinned.
"That was really good..."
His demeanor was so much like that of a lover that she almost felt guilty responding harshly.
"I never want to do it again...!"
But Mong-a replied curtly anyway.
Mong-a and I dressed again, packed our gear, and stepped outside.
Kunlun Mountain greeted us brazenly with clear skies, as if the blizzard had never happened.
"Are you alright, Reverend?"
Though I'd pounded away to my heart's content, I hadn't used the Ascending Immortal Art, so a drained Mong-a's legs wobbled beneath her.
Her sense of time had warped from being trapped in the dark, making her forget to pace herself.
Meanwhile, Mong-a smirked, lifting one corner of her mouth.
"Reverend? Why not call me Mong-a like you did before?"
"R-Reverend..."
Perhaps because I'd sweet-talked her into semi-forced sex, she nitpicked everything I said.
But what could I do? "Reverend" was the only way to keep the mood right.
"If you're feeling weak..."
"Not weak at all! Let's go down!"
Mong-a took the lead descending. She hadn't even bothered with her pack properly, so she was clearly pretending to be fine, which worried me...
"Ugh!"
"Reverend!"
Sure enough, her leg slipped on the snow as she forced it, sending her tumbling onto her butt.
"Are you okay?"
"No need to worry! 'Mong-a' can get down on her own!"
"Reverend..."
I stacked her pack on mine, tied it securely, shouldered the load, and scooped her up.
"P-put me down!"
"Your legs can't even support you. I'll carry you, so circulate your qi to recover while I do."
This wasn't an urgent chase, so she could manage External Arts even as I moved.
Realizing I wasn't groping her breasts or butt, she meekly hung in my arms as we descended.
"Reverend."
"Say anything weird and I won't answer."
"You don't trust me, do you?"
"Should I ask your conscience?"
I had no intention of entertaining pointless questions.
"Just wondering if you've done something to earn enmity. Not ordinary grudge, but the kind where someone wants to make your life utter misery."
"...What do you mean?"
"Those attackers on us."
The shock had faded amid all the fun with Mong-a, but something occurred to me afterward.
"They deliberately put you in a dire spot and even went for your life, didn't they?"
"Ah, that kind of question. I don't think I have enemies nursing grudges that deep."
That figured. Excluding those guys, the most we'd run into were low-tier crooks.
"Then one more. About that manual the bandits mentioned—the Heavenly Martial Scripture—does anyone know you have info on it?"
"...Not sure. Only some sect elders and the Martial Alliance Leader should know."
"..."
"But I can't say if my husband told anyone. He wasn't the type to blab secrets carelessly, though..."
Mentioning her husband visibly darkened Mong-a's mood again.
At around forty, it was only natural she'd get gloomy thinking of her late spouse.
"Should we assume the latter, then...?"
But that raised another inconsistency.
If it was about the Heavenly Martial Scripture, it'd make sense to steal clues from her or keep her alive until she found it.
Mong-a seemed to think the same, shaking her head to dismiss my idea.
"Either way, I'm the target. Waiting around will just bring more enemies. So..."
"You mean head to the Tang Family together?"
"No."
Mong-a refused flatly.
"I didn't want to rely on the Martial Alliance too much, but with things like this... I'll have to seek Huangbo Hyo-seon's help."
Ugh. Huangbo Hyo-seon was a bit...
Not just because she was the Sword Saint's granddaughter—I'd sparred with her once and ended up pantsed.
Using martial arts in an emergency and having her go, "Wait, that technique?" would be a headache.
"And blindly following you to the Tang Family? Who knows what beast might devour me."
Mong-a shot me a glare. Ah, yeah, guilty as charged. Full of devouring thoughts.
We descended in silence after that, but my mind raced the whole time.
This incident reeked of something off.
'What's Mong-a caught up in?'
Mong-a had no obvious significance. Messing with her didn't shift any major interests.
Meaning there was likely some convoluted scheme at play—a big picture.
'Headache...'
I didn't care how Jianghu spun; I only pondered how to bed MILFs properly.
"In case you missed it, that swordsmanship was unmistakably from an evil sect."
Ha...
"Demonic Cult?"
"Could be them, Sword Forest, or a third faction. I'm as clueless as you."
Righteous arts typically followed Yin-Yang Five Elements principles from the start, but she'd seen it ignore those for pure killing intent—definitely evil sect work.
Righteous or evil, both were trouble.
Wrapped in thought, I carried Mong-a down the mountain.
Back in Qinghai City's walls from Kunlun Mountain, Mong-a and the man rested at an inn for a day before parting ways.
Whether he truly worried for her or lusted after her was unclear, but he looked genuinely regretful at not accompanying her to the Tang Family.
After giving a proper bow to the man, who kept glancing back wistfully on the return path, Mong-a gripped the sedge hat on her head against the breeze.
Her fingers brushing her scalp felt the stubble that had grown pointed over the past few days.
'Normally around now... I'd shave it clean again...'
There was no strict rule demanding it. Shaving was simply the best way for a nun to show reverence.
Ami Sect elders often let it grow quite a bit amid busyness; Mong-a leaving it wouldn't raise issues.
'I'm busy now... and will be even busier ahead...'
Maybe when she met that man again, showing hair even a bit longer...
'Insane!'
The man had just popped into her mind coincidentally.
Mong-a had no intention of reading any meaning into it.