Chapter 181
Chapter 181
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 181
Chapter Title: What If She Doesn't Get Pregnant? (1)
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"So, I get the part about exchanging money for those special vouchers that can be traded for goods. But what if someone intentionally doesn't redeem them for goods..."
The Third Elder—no, he'd been promoted a step, so now he was the Second Elder.
We'd been holding regular discussions with this old man, who now seemed to grasp the overall flow of the logistics business we'd decided to call it, working out countermeasures for any potential side effects that might crop up. Every few days, like clockwork.
Since it was our first time trying something like this, he came loaded with worries about every conceivable scenario, and honestly, there were quite a few I hadn't even thought of myself.
In those cases, I'd either come up with an answer on the spot or we'd hash it out together until we had one...
'Honestly, this seems way bigger than his worry about his son.'
Even with Gyeong Hyeon-dong gone missing, the old man was keeping a straight face and talking business as usual. He wasn't your average guy.
A few days after the incident blew up, Gyeong Hyeon-dong still hadn't shown his face. It took another few days after that before people even realized he was missing.
Apparently, he'd been calling himself the Black Horse Unit Leader or whatever, but he'd dumped all the real work on his deputy. No one had even noticed he was gone.
Even his family just figured he'd gone off to meet some official now that he was feeling better and didn't give it a second thought.
"I think that's enough for now. I'll refine the additional points, put them in writing, and send them over. You should give them a read and explain them to the Young Cult Leader too."
"Yes, I'll check them over."
After seeing the old man off like that, I'd get a summary report on the progress, which I'd then pass on to Yeong Ho-kyeong.
Unless he was too swamped to meet—which happened sometimes—he'd almost always sneak off with me for some fun. He didn't care where we did it, and once he got so mad at me for it that he chewed me out big time.
Not that I had any intention of reflecting on it.
And every now and then, I'd head to the smithy to check on prototypes for the hand pumps we planned to install at the logistics hubs—places where people would pick up their shipments.
All I knew was the basic shape and principles; I had no clue how to actually make the parts. No choice but to crowdsource it from the smiths.
Finally, there was one routine I never skipped: visiting Huangbo Hyo-seon.
"I told you I'm almost fully recovered, so you don't need to come anymore..."
She said that, but Huangbo Hyo-seon obediently held out her hand anyway. It was thanks to the fact that for the past ten days or so, I'd done nothing but dutifully channel my energy into her without any funny business.
Truth be told, if I'd laid my hand on her perineum and circulated my qi like I did when pounding Yeong Ho-kyeong, I could've fixed her in a day. But doing that now would backfire spectacularly.
The sticky thrill of plunging into her sloppy milf pussy came flooding back from memory, but I fought to keep my composure.
"You've definitely improved a lot."
After infusing her with plenty of energy, I slowly withdrew my hand from her slender wrist.
Huangbo Hyo-seon wore a heavy expression that didn't suit her bright, straightforward features.
It felt like she was pressuring me to leave, but she was clearly wondering why I was bothering with all this.
"Are you heading back to the Martial Alliance?"
"...You don't need to know."
After all, I'd helped her out, and she was known as one of the righteous faction's rising stars.
Plus, my internal arts weren't demonic ones, so people would figure a Demonic Cult spy masquerading as a righteous prodigy was less likely than a righteous prodigy being a Demonic Cult puppet.
"I know why you keep coming here every day. You're afraid I'll go back and tell everyone you're a Demonic Cult lackey, right?"
Yeah, I hadn't expected her to be dumb enough to miss that.
"But you don't want a fight with the righteous faction. That's why you haven't tried to wipe me out completely, isn't it?"
"You've believed that all along?"
"Sitting here idle for days on end leaves plenty of time to think."
The ultimate gag order was extermination, and naturally, she'd puzzled over why a vile Demonic Cult bastard like me hadn't killed her yet.
"I thought you might assassinate me once I got back to the Central Plains, but seeing you show up every day like this... maybe not. Or are you lulling me into a false sense of security before you strike?"
"I'm not going to kill you."
I flat-out denied her spiraling suspicions. After all, my real desire was to keep this hot milf alive as long as possible.
But Huangbo Hyo-seon clearly wasn't buying it. From her perspective, killing her made way more sense for me.
She just didn't know I was an extreme milf fanatic. But once I explained, at least the logic would hold up.
"There's something I need to ask of you, ma'am."
"Ask...?"
Huangbo Hyo-seon furrowed her brow for a moment, then shook her head.
"Impossible!"
"Hey, I haven't even told you what it is yet."
"Isn't it obvious? You want me to steal information for you? I can't sell out the safety of the entire martial world for my own life."
"No, that's not it."
Figures. She had a severe case of thick-headedness. Did she really think I didn't know what kind of person she was?
'Like I'd get anything out of asking her anyway.'
"First off, why do you think I'm here?"
"To find the world's greatest martial art, right?"
"...Pardon?"
I asked because it sounded like nonsense, but apparently she'd based it on that time I'd casually mouthed off in front of her about wanting to be the best in the world.
"Wasn't it...? Then why the hell are you here?"
"Anyone who wants to be the best can go for it. I've got something more important: peace across the entire martial world."
It wasn't that important, really, but to enjoy both righteous milfs and Demonic Cult milfs, the two sides needed to make nice at least somewhat.
"Ridiculous. If that's the case, you should've gone to the Martial Alliance. Why hide out among Demonic Cult scum?"
"Because the Demonic Cult is the one itching for a fight. Hard to avoid war when you've got people overflowing with unused strength but struggling to survive."
Huangbo Hyo-seon furrowed her brow again, then nodded slowly.
"Fine, that tracks. So what does that have to do with this situation?"
"But even if the Demonic Cult backs off, there's no guarantee the righteous faction will accept it. There'll definitely be idiots who laugh it off and pick a fight instead."
"You want me to rein those fools in?"
"Exactly. You're not just a Martial Alliance figure—you're the Alliance Leader's granddaughter. That symbolism is hard to ignore."
Truth be told, I didn't need Huangbo Hyo-seon much. As long as my master didn't croak from old age, the Sword Saint would handle suppressing things on his own.
This was just an excuse. A way to satisfy my greed for not killing this hot milf and get her to buy into keeping my secret.
"But how can I trust you won't use me to tie down the righteous martial world, then stab us in the back?"
"If I'd wanted to, I could've turned the Peng Family massacre into a full-scale slaughter and wiped out at least half the Nine Great Clans and Five Families."
At my bluff, the blood drained from Huangbo Hyo-seon's face.
Demonic Cultists, trained to the death just to survive in harsh lands, were said to have a higher average level of experts than other sects.
She couldn't dismiss it as pure bluster. It might've actually been possible.
"How can I trust an evil outsider? If you truly care about the martial world's future, wouldn't the right path be to repent now and pledge yourself to the Martial Alliance?"
"So, what have all those righteous heroes trying to eradicate evil outsiders accomplished? What about the ones aiming to crush the Demonic Cult and purge the unorthodox sects?"
No matter how hard they tried to wipe each other out, someone always survived, leading to the same old standoffs. That was martial world history.
"Evil outsiders are people too. If they're not starving and staying warm, most don't feel the need to pick fights."
I spent ages painstakingly explaining how peaceful coexistence was possible.
"Just answer one thing."
After mulling it over, Huangbo Hyo-seon looked me straight in the eye and spoke. Not with the weary eyes clouded by demonic energy, but clear ones shining with sharp insight.
"Was raping me also something 'necessary' for the martial world's peace?"
"Uh..."
I'd prepped for the "how can I trust you" line, but this curveball left me speechless. Still, the answer was set.
"No. You were just so beautiful..."
"E-enough of that nonsense!"
Huangbo Hyo-seon cut me off in horror, caught her ragged breath, then composed herself and spoke calmly.
"Very well. I'll trust you for now."
"Ma'am...!"
"At the very least, you laid out all the facts against you without a single lie. That's commendable enough."
It seemed like a test to her, but Yeong Ho-kyeong had predicted she'd react this way.
He'd said telling her the truth—unless it was something we absolutely had to lie about—would work better, and damn if he wasn't right.
"Thank you for believing me, ma'am."
What a relief. If she'd dug in her heels, I would've had to eliminate her for my mother's sake, even if it pained me more than with other women.
In times like this, her thick-headedness was a blessing.
If she didn't buy it, she'd ignore anything I said and kick up a fuss. But once she was convinced her way, nothing short of a miracle would make her blab.
'Plus, I didn't lie about anything.'
The Sword Saint would block any clashes with the righteous faction, but Huangbo Hyo-seon helping out would be nice too. And yeah, I did want martial world peace.
I just aimed to sneak milf pussy in that peaceful world as my ultimate goal.
No matter how much her Huangbo family sixth sense raged, it was meaningless against the truth.
"Hey, where are you looking?"
"S-sorry!"
Since I had to send her back to the Martial Alliance safely and keep her alive, I couldn't touch Huangbo Hyo-seon anymore—or I'd have to turn her into a perfect cock slave.
Otherwise, all this convincing would go down the drain.
For someone like me, unsure if I could even break her strong-willed sloppy milf pussy into submission, avoiding her altogether was the reality.
'Someday, back in the Central Plains, I'll rape you again and knock you up...!'
I busied myself adjusting my clothes to hide my half-hard cock while stealing glances at her figure, visible through the thin layer of silk covering her body.