Chapter 165
Chapter 165
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 165
Chapter Title: I'm Wearing This Today (1)
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Zhuge Miryeong lightly stroked her belly.
It had already been five months since the baby had formed. The child was growing smoothly.
The morning sickness had stopped, and she could eat properly now, but every bite she took seemed to be snatched away by the baby, leaving her hungry no matter how much she ate.
For once, she sat comfortably in the pavilion, basking in the sunlight, when she spotted an elderly man with a goatee approaching from afar.
"Madam, so this is where you were."
"Steward, you're busy— what brings you here?"
The elderly man addressed as the steward politely held out the letter in his hand.
She accepted the letter with a puzzled expression, only to see her son's name as the recipient.
"It seems the Namgung family is inviting the young master to a wedding... But since he's not at the Tang Family, it was sent here instead."
"...I see. Thank you."
The steward looked uncomfortable calling a man he'd only glimpsed once "young master," but after answering a few of Zhuge Miryeong's questions, he promptly withdrew.
"The date... it's quite soon."
Just three months from now. At this rate, her son would barely have time to rest a few days before heading back to Anhui.
But refusing would worry her about Eon So-young, who lived far away on her own.
The clinic her son had entrusted was running smoothly.
The Tang Family provided funding, and donations from local notables kept operations steady.
Word had even spread among wealthy ladies, with good reviews all around. Zhuge Miryeong planned to visit once her due date neared.
"Hmm... but still..."
She herself hadn't seen her son in months, and the thought of sending him off again after just a few days back twisted her gut.
Thump.
Lost in those thoughts, a kick from within made Zhuge Miryeong chuckle wryly as she looked down at her swollen belly.
It felt like the baby was scolding its foolish mother for such thoughts, and she couldn't help but laugh.
"You're right, baby. Mommy was thinking silly things. Sorry."
Women sharing the same man couldn't avoid rivalry, but Eon So-young had come first, plain and simple.
Even if it meant her son leaving again after just a few days, it wouldn't be the end.
Once he brought Eon So-young back, they could finally spend cozy time together, raise the child as a family.
With a joyful heart, Zhuge Miryeong decided to await her son's return.
"Madam, Madam, where are you?"
Kyung Hyun-dong called out for Chae Su-ran while still lounging in bed.
It was already the fifth day since the clinic had recommended rest, yet he remained bedridden.
Not surprising. That five-day recovery period assumed two hours of daily meditation and qi circulation.
The physician had erred in assuming he'd diligently heal himself.
"Madam! Where the hell are you?!"
The maid Chae Su-ran had assigned rushed in at the door, but Kyung Hyun-dong bellowed her out immediately.
Until yesterday, he'd thought it convenient not seeing his estranged wife.
But realizing she had abandoned him soured his mood completely.
"What is it?"
He hated how this woman, worthless without him, now stood tall, looking down at him.
"What do you mean?! Your husband's sick, and you just sit there idle?"
"Was the maid's care lacking?"
"It's about sincerity! What kind of daughter-in-law doesn't even check on her sick husband?!"
"Haa..."
A chill ran down Kyung Hyun-dong's back.
His wife had changed.
Neglecting him? Fine, that happened.
But that sigh. That sigh!
"Y-you...!"
"Fine. I'll stay in the side room instead of the maid. Call if you're hurting anywhere. Happy?"
Ignoring his wide-eyed shock, she entered the adjoining room the maid had occupied.
"How...! How...!"
She was a wife taken out of duty to continue the family line. Compared to Young Ho-kyeong, she fell short in looks, martial arts, everything.
That's why he'd never respected her.
Calling her today? Just because being "discarded" by her irked him. In any split, he should be the one discarding.
"Father...!"
His father, the Third Elder, always belittling him against other sons— that image overlapped with her sigh.
Something was up.
Maybe she'd taken a lover.
But scanning men his age, no one fit.
"At least she hasn't... taken a man."
No suitable candidates, and her temperament made infidelity unlikely.
Still, something had happened. Whatever made her treat her once-revered husband like a joke—it was real.
Kyung Hyun-dong vowed to uncover it and finally cast out the wretch.
Unfortunately for him, Chae Su-ran was plotting something beyond his wildest imagination.
By day, I trained my martial arts; by night, I visited Chae Su-ran. Rinse and repeat.
No progress in my cultivation, but Master offered no other advice.
"Huangbo Hyo-seon won't even see me."
The day after Chae Su-ran's "mine now" declaration, I tried visiting—only for her to charge with a sword, forcing my retreat.
Fair enough; it'd been near-rape, no surprise at the backlash.
"You're here?"
Climbing through the window, Chae Su-ran greeted me with a pretty smile. But her outfit was... slutty.
"Like it?"
"Love it!"
She'd clearly tailored it herself: the thin silk robe was scandalously short, slashed to teasingly reveal firm breasts and ass.
Better off naked—this was worse, no, far hotter than nude.
Waiting like this? I was so proud, I yanked off my mask to kiss her—but she grabbed my hand, stopping me.
"Wear this today."
"Why?"
"...Wanna feel like doing it with a mystery man?"
Odd reason, but as she untied my belt, yanked down my pants, and stroked my cock with soft hands, all focus shifted there.
Especially aggressive tonight, she stripped me deftly, roamed my body with skilled touches, then gripped my shaft, fingers wriggling back and forth.
"How's that? Keep going?"
"...No! Bed, now!"
"Kyaa!"
I scooped her up and leaped to the bed.
Dropped her roughly, but precise inner energy distribution meant no impact for her.
"What the—?!"
Sitting on the bed, between her legs peeked crotchless panties—with a gaping hole for my cock.
She's really gunning for it today?
"What day's it today? Your birthday? Not mine."
Chae Su-ran just smiled deeply, silent. Hands on knees, she spread her legs invitingly.
Gulp.
Her sopping, crimson folds winked urgently, begging for cock.
"Can't hold back!"
Squuuish.
I dove in, shoving my dick deep into her pussy greedily.
"Hng...♥ Never held back before..."
Her sweet moan followed by amused denial, but I was beyond caring.
Lost in the lewd, suckling folds' pleasure, I pounded my hips mindlessly.
The sloppy-sewn hole chafed a bit as my thrusting cock rubbed raw, but I ignored it, slamming away.
"Breasts, tits...!"
I yanked open her robe, freeing the perky mounds. Mouth to nipple—felt the mask, hiked it up, lips clamping the bud.
"Ahng!♥ No milk yet...!"
Sucking hard yielded no milk, just salty tang delighting my tongue.
Her half-erect nipples hardened fully; pressing with lips made her shoulders quiver beautifully.
"Don't have to take it off? Hng♥ Okay? Not uncomfortable?"
I shook my head at her question.
A bit awkward, but fucking her in this slutty tease-outfit reminded me of her seduction—way hotter.
Gripping her back tight, I suckled her tits while pistoning into the hole perfectly molded for my cock.
Her pussy, once strained pleasing her husband's tiny prick, now knew my royal meat—clinging chewy, drowning in luxury.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch.
Amid her sugary moans, male and female crotches slapped fiercely.
"Haang, ah, agh!♥"
Her expert hipwork varied squeezes, slaving to pleasure me—it shone through.
From head to toe, her full effort to seduce me was grateful, adorable, arousing; hips blurred till climax neared.
"Su-ran, I'm about to..."
"I've been thinking..."
She knew, but as I warned of cumming, her sly voice cut in.
"I think it'll really be okay."
Trailing words, but instinct screamed it.
This woman truly...
"Even if I get pregnant with your baby... it'll be fine."
Even as I hammered relentlessly, her voice stayed serene.
Only her ragged breaths betrayed the cock's torment.
Too late grasping the shock, I looked up—confident smile met me.
Slam-slam-slam-slam!♥
"Hnnngh...♥"
"For real? You'll cum inside! Thick with baby batter, full load! That's okay?!"
I exceeded limits, ravaging savagely. Knowing her womb was ready? Unbearable.
Feeling my conception-block qi revert to Ascending Immortal Art purity, losing effect, I watched her lips.
"I'll bear it, your baby...! Aaaahng!♥"
"Su-ran...! Cumming...!"
Spuuuurt-spuuurt.
Bellies mashed tight, I released my hips' tension, blasting semen powerfully.
"Hnnngh!♥"
"Get pregnant, pregnant... get pregnant for me...!"
Climax folds clung tight, like milking every last sperm from my balls.
Fine by me. She permitted it—I'd impregnate her for sure. Aftermath? Who knows.
Hips stilled; our harsh breaths filled the room. I buried my face in her breasts.
So, naturally, I couldn't see where her gaze lingered, or the meaningful smile on her face.