Chapter 135
Chapter 135
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: Has the Baby Been Born Yet? (1)
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Tang Jo-myeong tilted the teapot.
With his authority to act on his own whims greatly reduced, the one silver lining was that he could now spend his days leisurely.
Even that, however, was stoking his simmering rage, so it was hardly a welcome change.
"Hoo..."
Even he had to admit he'd pushed things too far.
But who could've guessed that a mere escort agency like Go's would borrow the backing of the Zhuge Family, with whom they'd all but severed ties?
No, perhaps it was predictable, but he might've turned a blind eye anyway.
As the head of one of the Five Great Families, Tang Jo-myeong's skills barely scraped the peak realm. He simply couldn't stomach the existence of someone like Go Cheon—a man with nothing but his own body to his name, yet whose martial prowess was undeniably real.
'Damn it.'
But he truly hadn't expected his own wife to join the fray and drag him down.
The woman who'd always been like a puppet, never defying his will, had actually led the charge against him.
As a result of that unforeseen betrayal, Tang Jo-myeong had no choice but to hand over nearly all real power to the Family Council.
He'd hoped the family would wobble without him at the helm, but it stood firm as ever, as if nothing had changed.
[Patriarch, a messenger from the Mok Family has...]
"Let them in."
These days, his sole duty was receiving the occasional visitor paying respects to the patriarch.
"Patriarch, I hope you've been well."
"Every day's the same for me. You look spry as ever yourself, Chief Steward."
Simple pleasantries, then send them on their way.
A life that hammered home to everyone how he'd become a powerless relic.
Did I really deserve to end up like this? Tang Jo-myeong wondered.
'Was my fault really that grave?'
He hadn't killed anyone. He'd only caused a minor delay in business.
Why on earth...
[Patriarch, you've been under a lot of strain lately, haven't you?]
"What are you...! Hmph!"
Tang Jo-myeong, about to vehemently deny it, clamped his mouth shut upon realizing the steward's words had come via transmission.
[My apologies for startling you. But I couldn't stand by while someone I personally respect endures such humiliation.]
[What are you getting at?]
Tang Jo-myeong feigned ignorance, but the steward's eyes brimmed with pity as he spoke.
[Anyone who matters knows your position. Everyone's aware of it.]
[...]
The Mok Family might be prominent in Sichuan, but they had no standing to meddle in the affairs of the Tang Family, one of the Five Great Families.
Yet Tang Jo-myeong couldn't guess why this man was speaking up anyway.
[If you wish it, Patriarch, I believe I could offer some assistance.]
[Absurd. How dare an outsider interfere in family matters?]
[It's not interference. Why do you think the family dares to treat you with such disdain now?]
Why? As Tang Jo-myeong tilted his head at the odd question, the steward continued.
[Because there's no crisis. With no threat to rally around a capable patriarch, why would they bother obeying you?]
"You must be mad!"
A fearsome aura poured from Tang Jo-myeong, overwhelming for the steward.
Though his status outshone his skills, the patriarch was still a peak master—not to be trifled with.
Warriors burst in at the shout and pressure, but the steward persisted via transmission.
[Think of the future, Patriarch. If the Tang Family can't hold steady, how will it safeguard the righteous martial world?]
"Enough from this fool! Drag him out!"
Something about the steward felt off to Tang Jo-myeong. His face had gone pale under the aura, yet he pressed on.
"I'll see myself out. Please, Patriarch, give deep thought to my words."
Dodging the warriors' grasp, the steward bowed lightly and exited the office.
In the silence he left behind, only Tang Jo-myeong's labored grunts echoed.
Since returning to the Tang Family, my daily routine had shifted slightly.
With all three MILFs pregnant and only one in her stable phase, I couldn't indulge in our intense sex life like before.
I still visited Tang Hye-won's place every other day for some action, but inevitably, my training intensity ramped up.
Worried about my mother and Peng Yeon-hwa jumping around in their conditions, I begged them not to overdo it. They each started training me in their own ways.
Shiiiik!
"Son, it's good to experience attacks like this too."
I barely dodged my mother's judge's brush as it veered wildly through the air, desperately trying to sever the thread of true qi connecting it.
As long as that thread held, the brush twisted at her whim.
Even chasing the qi only made the thread slither away like an eel, tightening around me.
"You've seen Monk-a's Finger Force, right? At range, solid projectiles always pack more punch."
Unlike Finger Force, which fixed its path upon release, the brush could be tugged or loosened via the thread for greater variability.
The upside? It only adjusted via a pre-linked thread after throwing—no infinite pursuit like Sword Flight.
"Hah!"
And it had to be retrieved for the next attack.
Best to neutralize during retrieval, but opponents weren't fools; they'd counter with aids like Finger Wind.
My mother's sharp Finger Wind targeted my right arm.
As I shook off strikes at wrist, elbow, and shoulder with Palm Force, the brush returned to her hand.
Peng Yeon-hwa's approach was entirely different.
No proper saber throws at range unless using Saber Flight—and that was too potent for training.
Fundamentally, it linked spirit to qi-laden saber; even a graze split flesh badly, wounds slow to heal.
So she opted for total stillness except her arms.
"Ah... this is demoralizing..."
"You're plenty fast already. Not even a year into training, and you're this good..."
Her ironclad defense, evoking the Iron Tower Heavenly King, completely shut me down—reminding me of my loss to Peng Wol.
They praised my near-peak progress in under a year endlessly.
But when they whispered via transmission, I sensed they were hiding something.
What could it be? I'd asked once, but no answer—probably futile to pry.
'Can't even sex-tort it out of them...'
Normally, a good pounding would've loosened tongues.
With me blocking sex, I was stuck frustrated and helpless.
"Don't rush it. One day you'll wake up stronger than ever."
I had no choice but to trust her gentle pat and words.
After training, I'd head to Tang Hye-won's.
We almost always had sex, and today too—but it wasn't the only goal.
"Ju Yak-seon... the physician?"
"Yes, she said she'd consider it depending on the terms."
I'd asked Tang Hye-won to inquire if the woman who'd diagnosed her pregnancy could help open a clinic.
Tang Hye-won presented a letter from Ju Yak-seon.
"She'll set her own fees, no limits, and treat male patients too in emergencies."
"Not money-motivated, right?"
"Yeah, seems she wants to charge less for the poor."
"Fine then. We can refine the terms."
She tilted her head at my explanation.
"Think... she'll accept? Might just spark resentment."
"If Her Loftiness can't grasp it, we'll find someone else."
Tang Hye-won looked worried, but a letter back should clarify. Her praise suggested Ju Yak-seon would understand.
"Well then..."
No more talk needed; I signaled the end by undressing her.
She yielded to my hands but kept talking.
"Mm... speaking of, she agreed to attend the birth..."
"Really?"
Then I'd see her face once before heading to the Demonic Cult.
"Still, focus on resting till then—no funny ideas. Childbirth's no joke. Think after recovery."
"Yeah... I will..."
Her belly was mountain-sized now.
Nine months full term soon—could it grow more?
Steady walks and qi circulation should be fine.
"Beautiful..."
She no longer denied it, just grinned bashfully.
I lifted her pregnant form gently to the bed, stripped hurriedly, and slid into the slick, welcoming heat between her thighs.
"Ahh...♥"
As always, I paused to infuse her womb with inner force, then savored the rhythmic thrusts.
Despite her full-term belly, her overwhelming breasts lost no presence.
'Has the baby been born yet?'
Eon So-young's child was probably here by now.
Boy or girl? Didn't matter.
Just health for mother and child.
"Hye-won, baby's great, but mom's health matters too. Eat well, exercise, and..."
"You'll be here, right? Aren't you... ahn♥ worrying too much?"
"Still, your caution's best..."
Her swollen belly shortened her canal despite protection; vigorous pounding was tricky.
We chatted leisurely, hips moving softly.
Soft sex savoring textures.
"Baby must know now how bad Daddy is..."
"How much he loves Mommy."
After banter, climax.
Lacking fury, but affection-filled satisfaction.
May the child be born safe.
I kissed her forehead, praying silently.