Chapter 154
Chapter 154
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 154
Chapter Title: Nine More Times to Go (2)
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"Salt smuggling, opium, brothels, escort agencies..."
The first two were outright crimes, while the latter two were businesses already thriving across the Central Plains. Oh, and just so we're clear, brothels are those pleasure houses packed with courtesans selling their bodies.
The Third Elder clearly knew this was a problematic proposal himself, sighing heavily each time I read down the list.
"I think we should set aside the brothels and escort agencies for now."
"...It looks that bad, huh?"
"Yes. There are already plenty of people in the game besides your cult. We need something entirely new..."
Truth be told, I did have a few ideas in mind. I just hadn't pitched them yet because I wasn't sure how to turn them to my advantage.
"Salt smuggling and opium aren't necessarily bad—they're just highly secretive ventures that the common folk would struggle to grasp."
"Ah, I see that angle too."
"Exactly. From a pure profit standpoint, as long as you don't get caught, it could work. But it'd derail the whole purpose."
Morality lectures were pointless with these guys anyway.
Martial artists, whether orthodox or unorthodox, were just illuminated gangsters versus shadowy ones—what difference did it make?
I shot down every single idea the Third Elder brought, apologized profusely, and sent him on his way.
The moment he left, my master hit me with a question, like he'd been waiting.
"You planning to lend a hand to the Demonic Cult?"
"...Yes."
I thought it over for a second, then nodded.
Without my interference, the Demonic Cult would've either charged the orthodox sects, won, and then gotten counterattacked—or never invaded at all.
But because I'd stuck my nose in, they'd enter the Central Plains for sure, just delayed, and clash with the orthodox factions was almost inevitable.
"Why? Don't you have girls you care about in the orthodox world? Your own kids—two must've been born by now. You want them in danger?"
"Not that, but... shouldn't we give the Demonic Cult a shot too?"
"A shot?"
Of course, on a personal level, I harbored a selfish dream of bedding orthodox MILFs and Demonic Cult MILFs side by side.
But long-term, ignoring the Demonic Cult would just lead to some horrific explosion eventually.
The elders were already pushing for invasion despite the absolute authority of the Cult Leader opposing it.
'Even Young Ho-kyeong was thinking about invading the Central Plains.'
If the current Cult Leader dropped dead now, opposition would vanish overnight, and they'd charge toward Demonic Cult supremacy.
And the Leader was already over seventy—senility could kick in at eighty, and death could come anytime.
"A chance for the orthodox sects and Demonic Cult to be good neighbors. Side by side, both backed by the people, living peacefully in the Central Plains."
The land of China was vast. Insanely vast.
Traditional agriculture and established industries had sects carving up the profits, but expand the market, and the Demonic Cult could squeeze in just fine.
"The orthodox sects won't tolerate the unorthodox. Even if the Demonic Cult wants peace, clashes are inevitable...?"
The people's support for the orthodox sects stemmed largely from the unorthodox threat. Criminals make cops necessary, same principle.
Even if the Demonic Cult tried to live quietly, the orthodox would nitpick, stir trouble, spark friction, and boom—full-scale war.
"I'll do my best to mediate."
I was one of the Nine Dragons in the orthodox world, and a royal bloodline as the Blood Demon's disciple—known only to Demonic Cult leadership. Play my cards right, and I could smooth things over.
If not, the orthodox would overplay their hand and blow up. No big deal—my family was under my protection, safely relocated.
'They'll reap what they sow.'
Plus, by then, the Demonic Cult would realize pushing the orthodox too hard would rally the people against them again.
In the end, it'd benefit the orthodox too.
My master nodded slowly.
"If you're set on it, I won't stop you. Just don't forget—the cult's long-cherished wish now rests on your shoulders. Understood?"
"Yes, Master."
The Demonic Cult's sudden pivot to appeasement had actually lightened Master's load, but he still seemed lost in complicated thoughts.
He wasn't sharing details, so there was nothing I could do...
'Guess I'll focus on training.'
Nail my assignments, and he'd be pleased.
Tonight, I'd head to Chae Su-ran's for more, but top priority was martial arts cultivation.
Squish squish squish squish♥
"Ahhhn♥ No, not my breasts...!"
Chae Su-ran moaned in ecstasy as the man kneaded her breasts from behind, her body impaled on his thrusting cock.
"Not your breasts? You're loving it...!"
Even holding her ass-up position was crumbling as her arms weakened under his rough caresses.
Late at night, as usual, she'd drifted off to sleep—only to feel hands roaming her body.
She nearly screamed in alarm, but a rough hand clamped over her mouth as a man's whisper followed.
By the time she realized her nightclothes were nearly gone and a naked man had slipped under her blankets, groping her freely, she stopped resisting.
'How does he not even need rest...'
Their bodies had been coupling relentlessly since, leading to this moment.
Chae Su-ran's flesh had long adapted to his cock, reacting like a finely tuned instrument to his every demand.
Her slick inner walls, drenched in arousal, quivered with pleasure at his bizarre twisting thrusts, secreting fresh lubricant.
And the sensation from her breasts, mauled by his hands, snowballed into bliss rivaling the pounding in her core.
"Your tits feel good too, right? Your lower mouth is more honest than the upper one... Your husband never did this, huh?"
"Hahnn♥ D-don't... talk...!"
Mention of her husband stirred faint guilt in the space meant only for him, now invaded by another man's cock. She shook her head, refusing to answer.
No matter how handsome, tender, thick, and hard he was compared to her husband—relentlessly ravaging her with endless stamina.
No matter his whispers that she was beautiful, lovable, slutty.
'N-no, this is wrong. I have to endure... endure...'
She rallied her will against the belated pleasure, but unfortunately, her cock's owner keenly sensed her turmoil.
No—he'd brought up her husband hoping for this. To shatter and melt away his hold on her completely.
"Your husband's still recovering, right? I heard he needs five days of rest...?"
While slamming his fiery cock deep into her pussy, he spoke in a casual tone.
Chae Su-ran had no clue where he was going, so she just waited silently.
"Come to think of it, thanks to you vouching for me, the punishment went smoothly—does your husband know?"
"Ahhk♥ Why bring that up...?"
It had worked out well enough that she offered her body as the price—but outwardly, it looked like a clean resolution.
Still, telling her prideful husband might just earn her grief, so she'd kept quiet.
Her father-in-law the Third Elder had even chewed her out that evening. And she was nearly fifty!
<Don't go stirring up trouble—try to be half the man Kang is! Train in martial arts or learn the family business!>
She was already fuming inside; telling him she'd swayed Kang Yun to a light punishment would guarantee an earful.
"I'm doing all this for your husband—shouldn't he know?"
"Hngh♥ I-is that it...?"
Surprised by the mundane reason, she accepted—but then his hips surged violently, dragging her back into lewd rutting.
Slap slap slap slap♥
Each time his smooth abdomen smacked her round ass, his iron-hard cock plunged through her yielding folds to her womb's entrance.
Writhing from the ecstasy of that long, thick, rigid shaft reaching her depths, she clutched the blankets, briefly recalling her husband and gritting her teeth.
But as she grasped why he'd mentioned him, terror seeped in.
"So you're doing everything for your husband, but he doesn't even appreciate it?"
"Nngh, that's not...!"
"Taking another man's cock to save him, and he doesn't even know? That's too much."
Clinging to her back, thrusting ceaselessly, he began badmouthing her husband.
No matter her denials, her heart screamed the truth.
Chained by wifely duty, her mind slowly broke free, finding its own voice.
"Does a man who eyes other women despite having a wife deserve my devotion as his wife?"
"B-but... divorce, divorce isn't an option...!"
Resentment toward her husband had simmered for ages. A married man ogling others and plotting to discard her? Only a fool wouldn't resent that.
But defying him now risked beatings and a grim future, so she'd endured.
"No need for divorce. Just keep cheating with me from now on...!"
"Ch-cheating?"
His sly whisper made her stutter.
They were already fucking, sure—but nominally, this was coerced by his blackmail. An unwanted relation.
She enjoyed it while pretending otherwise, but still.
"Ignore your husband and just fuck me like this, happily ever after... Sound good?"
His serpent-like whispers slithered sweetly into her ears.
"My cock feels good, right...? I'll keep making you feel this good... What do you say?"
The searing sensation grilling her insides tempted her with waist-melting pleasure.
One round with his youthful vigor outdid a hundred lackluster sessions with her husband.
"Make your pussy just for my cock... Feels good...!"
"Aaaahn♥"
Her lower body was already gooey-melted, glued to his onslaught.
Realizing her ass thrust back like a separate beast, she knew she'd lost all retreat.
"I'll feed your slutty pussy all the cock it wants...! Say you'll give it to me...! Hand over that pussy...!"
This cock, first to reveal how blissful sex could be, ground her walls savagely, issuing an ultimatum through his lips.
A man younger than her son battered her cervix like a battering ram, demanding her surrender.
"I-I'll give...!"
Battered by the cock's pleasurable violence, she parted trembling lips and uttered the forbidden words.
"What exactly will you give?!"
"N-nngh... Hngh♥"
As he brutally pistoned and demanded again, she hesitated, then spoke.
"M-my pussy... my married pussy... I'll give you my pussy...!"
Ignoring the shame surging from her vulgar vow, he hammered madly.
"Good girl...! It's my pussy now—never take your husband's cock again!"
Her husband's dick.
She could barely remember it.
Ask her pussy, and it'd swear this man was her husband, no doubt.
"I'm cumming inside! Tons, tons! Gonna fill your belly till it's bloated!"
Feeling his slick-soaked cock twitch on the verge, ready to unload as it plunged deep, she waited.
That thick, sticky semen flooding her womb.
The incomparable volume swelling her belly satisfied her primal female urges.
'I'm turning into a female... a bitch in heat...'
Judging by his skilled hands, she wasn't the first.
Any woman impaled on this beastly cock would lose her mind, and many had before her.
"Take my cum! Get pregnant with my baby!"
She knew what that meant now. His animalistic breeding lust craved knocking up even a taken wife like her.
"C-cum... make me pregnant...!"
When he one day declared he'd truly impregnate her, could she say the same?
"Get pregnant!"
Spluuuurt spluuuurt
The hot semen gushing past her cervix, filling her depths, registered vividly.
"Aaaahn♥"
As thick cum pooled in her belly, happiness welled in her heart.
If he ordered pregnancy without regard for her situation, she might just accept.
Chae Su-ran decided not to count this night among the remaining eight.