Chapter 133
Chapter 133
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Mother's Orders? (2)
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The day after enjoying some intense pregnant sex with Peng Yeon-hwa, I gathered my mother, Peng Yeon-hwa, and Tang Hye-won in one place.
"I told you not to..."
Looking closely, it seemed like my mother was shooting Peng Yeon-hwa a subtle glance.
As if asking, Did you do a good job yesterday?
So petty.
"Yun, why did you call us here?"
Tang Hye-won, who could no longer even sit comfortably, was reclining on the bed with her legs stretched out and leaning against the blanket.
"I know this is a problem that's still a long way off... but there are some things I need to discuss with all of you."
"Is it... related to the Blood Demon?"
I nodded at Peng Yeon-hwa's question.
"Some of it is connected. We can divide it into three main issues. The biggest one is our living arrangements."
"Living arrangements?"
Peng Yeon-hwa tilted her head, but my mother nodded.
"I suppose so. Once the babies are born..."
"Yes, we need a place to raise the children without worrying about others' eyes."
For us, it doesn't matter. We could stay at the Tang Family, or if we linger too long, buy a suitable estate and meet in secret.
But once the children are born, we need a safe place to raise them without anxiety. We can't just keep them locked away.
The child my mother is carrying will be presented outwardly as my father's, not mine. So no issue there.
But for Tang Hye-won, even if she divorces citing her husband's infidelity, there's no way to explain a sudden baby.
As for Peng Yeon-hwa, no matter how weakened Tang Jo-myeong's influence, a child appearing out of nowhere would turn the entire family upside down.
Peng Yeon-hwa opened her mouth with a flustered expression.
"A-are you really planning to marry me...?"
"In the future, if possible, I'd like that. But I won't force it if you don't want to."
"You mad bastard."
At the sudden voice, Peng Yeon-hwa reflexively grabbed her sword.
The fear of an absolute master she hadn't sensed would be beyond imagination for someone of her caliber.
Even though I'd warned her in advance, she still instinctively reached for it.
"Put it down. I already told you. Master will be joining us."
"Put it down, you Peng girl. My disciple cherishes you, that's why I'm letting it slide, but if you point a weapon at me once more, don't expect it to end prettily."
She seemed reluctant to lower it because of Master's words. I quietly pressed down on the flat of the blade.
"Yeon-hwa, please hold back. For my sake, okay?"
"...Fine."
Peng Yeon-hwa set the sword down with a show of reluctance, and Master plopped down on the last remaining chair.
"Hmph, there are plenty of other fine women he could marry, so why this one..."
"Master, please. Can't you consider my face too?"
"Ugh..."
Master let out a deep sigh, and it seemed he wouldn't bring it up again. I opened my mouth.
"For now, let's put off the living arrangements and talk about my public identity."
"Your identity?"
"Outwardly, I'll be someone who luckily learned Master's martial arts. Unrelated to Master."
At that, all three women's eyes turned to Master. Doubting if he'd really agree to such a thing.
It could be seen as insulting the sect, akin to sect extermination. But Master was nonchalant.
"No need to look at me like that. No matter what others say, Yun is my direct disciple. If he's not planning to trail after me like a child, then this is acceptable."
Even entrusting me with the dream of Ascending Immortal didn't mean Master had abandoned it.
I didn't know exactly what he was doing, but he was constantly on the move.
"We won't need to announce it publicly anywhere, but to Sword Saint Huangbo the great hero..."
"Great hero my ass."
"...We'll handle the Martial Alliance Leader that way, so keep that in mind..."
Sudden atmosphere briefing.
"And there's something you absolutely need to know..."
I hesitated mid-sentence. Tang Hye-won already knew, so she'd be fine.
But my mother... her face didn't show it, but my child was already growing in her belly...
I worried she'd be startled and something might happen.
"Mother, d-don't be startled. First, take a deep breath..."
"Soon, I'll take this kid to the Demonic Cult. About three months, including travel time."
"Master!"
"Disciple, you're too timid. Falling apart over this?"
"If I do, it's not like you're going to do anything about it..."
"True enough."
This guy.
Fortunately, they all looked a bit worried but not overly shocked.
"Son, why the Demonic Cult...?"
"Well, I have no intention of accepting, but the Young Cult Leader I met at the Peng family... seems to want to pull me into the Demonic Cult."
With Tang Hye-won supplementing the explanation appropriately—she already knew—they seemed to understand quickly.
"Old man, then can we entrust Young Hero Kang to you?"
"If I weren't there, maybe not, but with me present, I protect my own disciple."
Both looked like they had mountains of reluctance, but with the Demonic Cult involved, they couldn't easily object.
"'Soon' means not right away, right?"
"Not immediately. We have about three months..."
Travel would take at least twenty days. Generously a month, still three months left.
Enough time until Tang Hye-won's delivery.
Our babies—though I can't hold the firstborn right away, I'll be by the second one's side.
Still, martial artists had far less risk in childbirth than commoners, so with proper hygiene, it should be fine.
I'd already had Tang Hye-won prepare soap upon return and lectured her thoroughly on hygiene.
Come to think of it, Eon So-young's due date was approaching too. I'd need to write her a letter when I returned to my quarters.
"That's all from me for now. Any questions?"
"If not, I'm leaving."
Without waiting for a reply, Master got up and left. Damn it, you bastard. Why so hasty!
"O-old man, may I ask one question...?"
My mother hurriedly spoke up. Master paused and gestured for her to go ahead.
"O-observing today, it seemed the old man thought highly of Yun. But I have one concern."
"..."
"D-does the old man want something specific from Yun? And your relationship with the Demonic Cult..."
"Enough."
Master's curt command cut her off. I went to my mother and held her hand tightly.
"He's my disciple. Even as his mother, since you didn't birth him yourself, your bond can't surpass mine."
"That means..."
"Everything you're curious about, I've told Yun. Hear the answers from him. They are my will."
With that, Master turned and left through the door.
This guy's 100% dumping it on me to avoid the hassle.
But for Master's dignity, I couldn't reveal the truth.
Meanwhile, Master's pressure must have been intense; my mother's hand was trembling.
She'd only shown a composed side until now, but that brief display of aura made her shake, reminding me of the weight of his name.
"Mother... are you okay?"
I lightly embraced her and patted her back. Soon, her shoulders stopped shaking.
Even after hugging her many times, I'd never felt her fragile despite her small frame—seeing her fear now made me regret bringing Master.
"My thinking was short-sighted. I thought familiarizing you might help..."
"No, no, son... you're not at fault... We had to meet eventually..."
"Sorry, little brother. I shouldn't have pried..."
Even Peng Yeon-hwa joined in, but Mother shook her head, gently pushed me away, and smiled.
"Thinking about it, the Blood Demon wasn't rude to me. I was the rude one. As his disciple, he wanted to look after my son."
"Mother..."
"Don't make that face, my son..."
She smiled bitterly and kissed my cheek.
"Now, chin up. That's enough."
"...I was the one worried about you, Mother."
"So enough now... Hm?"
Squeeze.
"Eek...!"
"Son... what's this?"
"Well, uh..."
Though I'd indulged in pregnant sex with Peng Yeon-hwa until sunset yesterday, the ten days of travel hadn't fully sated my pent-up desires.
With Mother pregnant, no suitable woman to visit at night.
The result: my cock sprang to life at just a single kiss from her.
"Making it swell so much... Did you get like this while your mother was startled?"
But thanks to it, Mother snapped back to her usual self. She teasingly fondled my cock over my pants with a mischievous smile.
"Your scent is too good...! Ugh!"
Actually, while comforting her in my arms, I'd desperately tried not to notice her smell.
"Son, you still can't hold back, can you? It's not been that long since my period stopped...!"
"No, we can't."
My firm refusal made her pout.
"Sorry, Mother. But I'm still worried about the baby..."
"Th-then what about me..."
"Sorry, Yeon-hwa would be difficult too..."
Peng Yeon-hwa looked like the world was crumbling.
Truthfully, Peng Yeon-hwa might be possible. Almost certainly. The semen from the pregnancy play had only gone in yesterday.
But I shook my head. If I allowed it, Mother would be the only one excluded.
We could do it secretly later, but for now, Yeon-hwa out too...!
"Son, how about this?"
I doubted my ears at Mother's suggestion.
That works. Of course.
Under my gaze questioning if she was sure, Mother nodded affirmatively.
I accepted her offer and eagerly dropped my pants.
How long had it been since Zhuge Mi-ryeong last saw her son's manhood? Not since that inn near Shaolin, when they'd decided on a child and spent the night.
Doesn't know how much his mother burned for him, and he went and slept with that Mae So-hyang woman?
She learned later: he had a way to impregnate without fail, and didn't want to strain her body after.
Her reason accepted it, but days of denied lust tortured Zhuge Mi-ryeong more than expected.
She had no rebuttal to it being for the child.
"Mother, are you really okay?"
"Of course..."
With pants down, her son perched on the bed's edge, legs spread wide, presenting his manhood.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong's pretty lips parted wide, and she moved to swallow it.
Even if she couldn't use her pussy, with mouth, hands, or breasts—she craved seeing her son's face in pleasure.
Slurp...
"Ugh...!"
The manhood entering Zhuge Mi-ryeong's mouth trembled.
Its thick girth made her jaw ache like it might dislocate, but she slowly guided it deep inside.
As her breathing quickened and she sucked hard, the mouth's mucosa clung tightly to it.
Seeing pleasure spread across her son's face, Zhuge Mi-ryeong felt her own ecstasy.
Son... feels good, right?
At first, he'd squirmed delightedly from this. But that was old memory.
Lately, her son wielded a large, hard, dark-red cock of lewd hue, relentlessly pounding women until spilling thick semen inside.
Copulation led and for him alone. The given pleasure was immense, so she'd spread her legs willingly, but once, she wanted to overpower him.
"Ugh... Mother...!"
Not just sucking, she used her tongue to stroke the spots his cock loved. No different from a kiss.
Licking where he liked made him gasp uncontrollably.
A bit scary, but...
His long cock reached her throat. Push deeper, and she'd see that lost-in-ecstasy face.
Taking a deep breath inwardly, Zhuge Mi-ryeong gripped his waist and shoved her mouth further.
"Uuuugh...!"
Tears welled as she looked up, seeing his entranced expression. She carefully bobbed her head.
The firm cock probing her sensitive depths contracted her throat softly around it.
"Mother, so good, amazing... Your throat pussy...!"
He crudely voiced his pleasure.
"It squeezes so slickly, warm and soft...!"
Enduring with patience for his praise, her throat adapted over repeated thrusts.
Partly because it was the second time...
Doing this with Tang Hye-won and Peng Yeon-hwa watching suddenly felt indecent anew.
Son, cum quick, hurry!
Did her wish transmit? His cock twitched, preparing to release deep.
"Mother, gonna cum inside... Can you take it all?"
At his concerned question, Zhuge Mi-ryeong paused bobbing and nodded lightly.
Suddenly, his hand shot out, grabbing her head.
"Mother, sorry, still a bit short...!"
He'd use his mother's head like a tool again.
It didn't take long for her throat to naturally accept the merciless thrusting.
Twitching cock aiming to burst deep; herself as the tool.
In trembling lower-body bliss, Zhuge Mi-ryeong felt the invading cock finally ejaculate.
"Cumming...!"
Spuuuurt, spluuuurt...
Like that rainy day once, it gushed thick semen into her mouth abundantly.
Changed only in her mindset toward the cock and semen, and her throat's state.
Now adept, her throat gulped the sticky load nonstop, barely preventing overflow.
He gripped her head to prevent escape, then gently stroked once she'd swallowed all.
"Mother... Before swallowing, show me your mouth...!"
Zhuge Mi-ryeong quickly opened wide. Seeing it filled with white stickiness, he beamed happily.
"Now close and swallow..."
She shut her mouth and gulped it down.
"Open again..."
Following her now-leading son, she opened; he inspected joyfully and kissed her forehead, filling her with pride.
"Mother, I love you."
Zhuge Mi-ryeong was ready to do anything that pleased her son.