Chapter 182
Chapter 182
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 182
Chapter Title: What If It Doesn't Happen? (2)
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In the Tang Family, those who train in poison techniques also learn a certain degree of medical knowledge alongside it.
Understanding exactly which poison to administer to which part of the human body to achieve the desired effect is the shortcut to becoming a master poisoner.
To Tang Hye-won, who had received such teachings from the Tang Family since childhood, Ju Yak-seon's medical skills were astonishing.
"Thank you so much, doctor... This isn't much, but it's something my wife brought..."
The farmer offered a bundle, saying to eat it when hungry. Just a month ago, he had been brought to the clinic on the verge of death, his broken ribs from a cow goring piercing his organs.
To have healed him to the point where he could walk around after just a month—maybe not the best in the world, but certainly among the top ten.
"So, what's got you so worried, young lady?"
"We're not trying to run a clinic here..."
Tang Hye-won shook her head at Peng Yeon-hwa's question.
The clinic was merely a front to fool the public.
The real goal was a way for Kang Yun's women to gather in one place without arousing suspicion.
"But getting this much attention as a clinic is starting to bother me..."
The donations for operating expenses were coming in smoothly, but the rumors spreading were even more intense.
They had expected some attention since it usually only accepted women from noble households.
But word of mouth from those saved in dire situations proved far more powerful than anticipated.
Even if not every patient was cured, the fees for survivors were much lower than expected.
"Yun probably didn't expect it to blow up like this..."
It was all thanks to Ju Yak-seon displaying medical skills beyond expectations.
"Can't be helped. We can't just stop saving lives that are right in front of us, can we?"
Peng Yeon-hwa smiled warmly. Given her upright nature, she was actually quite pleased with the situation.
Her belly had swollen considerably lately, keeping her from proper martial arts training and leaving her frustrated, so this was a rare, refreshing smile.
"Only two months left until he returns. It's not that urgent. Think of it as accumulating good karma before the baby comes."
Peng Yeon-hwa felt at ease. With a child in her womb, she firmly believed the man would return without fail.
"Still, you know..."
At that moment, Tang Hye-won lowered her voice and spoke. Peng Yeon-hwa leaned in, ears perked.
"Is he... meeting other women again?"
"...No doubt about it."
Logically, the odds were low. He had gone to the Demonic Cult headquarters, so any partner would naturally be a cult member, and maintaining such a relationship wouldn't be easy.
But would Kang Yun even consider that? Both women doubted it.
Besides the women whose relationships he had formally acknowledged, the only one they knew of was Mae So-hyang—but they suspected there were others.
No rule said this time would be an exception.
"If only it ended with one..."
Their faint hope, rooted in zero trust in their young husband's fidelity, had long since shattered.
"W-Wait, here of all places... Nngh♥"
"No one can enter the private training hall without the Young Cult Leader's permission, right...?"
Ahh, that feels good.
I had stripped in the corner of the training hall, spread my clothes on the bench, laid the naked Young Ho-kyeong on top, and was thrusting away enthusiastically.
Savoring the sensation of her pretty crimson pussy nibbling at my cock as I slammed my hips down, she mewled like a cat in heat but still managed to complain.
"M-Martial arts... Nngh♥ You said you'd check my martial arts... Ahh♥"
"This... is martial arts too...!"
Squelch squelch squelch squelch
Through perfect coordination with my fully mastered demonic arts, the Ascending Immortal Art was rapidly building up my inner energy.
Could there be more diligent training than this?
"You said it yourself, Young Lady—that those who enjoy it progress more than those who merely know or like it."
"Haaang♥ That's... not what..."
"Isn't enjoying this naughty pussy also training?"
"Hngh♥ Nonsense... Ahng♥"
I pinned Young Ho-kyeong's body firmly and positioned us so that from behind, the sight of my cock plunging in was perfectly visible.
She wasn't particularly nymphomaniacal, yet she hated this position—or so she claimed—but actually loved it.
Proof? Look.
"That door won't open without the Young Cult Leader's say-so, right?"
Young Ho-kyeong nodded curiously.
"But if something urgent came up, would it really stay shut? For example..."
"Hah♥"
"If your subordinates heard the Young Cult Leader's moans while she should be training hard, how would they react?"
Squeeze♥
As if imagining her men discovering her impaled on my cock, her slick walls clenched tightly around me.
"Th-That can't... haaang♥"
"What if they saw how your naughty pussy joyfully squeezes the cock stabbing it? Your dignity as Young Cult Leader..."
"Don't...♥"
Her face desperate, yet this lewd bitch made no move to pull off the cock stirring her writhing depths.
Despite her protests, her arms stayed wrapped around my neck, meekly surrendering to the pleasure.
"They'd never imagine it. That you turn into such a beautiful bitch when mating with a male..."
"Ahng♥ They absolutely... can't see...♥"
"It's fine. They'd notice if anyone got close. We could just hide... Oh, but what if they somehow didn't?"
"Hnnngh♥"
Young Ho-kyeong, her vulgar tits heaving with sweat, glanced at the door, then met my eyes.
"Now... ahk♥ Stop... I'm really getting angry...!"
"But it felt even better, didn't it?"
"Not... at all... hah♥"
Pounding her convulsing pussy on the brink of climax until she surrendered was fun, but if her men actually came running, it'd be a headache. So I decided to cum in this muffling hole.
"Here it comes again... flooding your womb with baby batter...!"
"P-Preg... You really say the... haaang♥"
As my glans scraped her clenching folds, she yanked my neck into a tight embrace.
Her ragged breaths in my ear quickened, mirroring her anticipation for my cock.
"Get... pregnant...! Bear a pretty baby just like you...!"
"Y-Yes... nngh...♥"
Her molten walls clung stickily, grinding nonstop against my cock until our bellies pressed flawlessly together.
Spluuuurt spluuuurt spluuuurt
"Aaaaahng♥"
Hearing her sweet cries, I emptied my cum-laden semen straight into Young Ho-kyeong's womb without holding back.
Her pussy walls milked me more persistently than usual, scorching my nerves with exceptional pleasure.
Having dumped so much that my groin felt empty, I waited for her to release my neck, but she wouldn't let go.
"A-kyeong, could you let go? Just for a sec..."
Even as I spoke, her arms stayed locked. Overpowered, I couldn't pull away unless she released me.
After catching her breath from the intense panting, she slowly spoke.
"What if..."
Her voice tense, it rang in my ear.
"What if... the baby doesn't come?"
She was fretting over something utterly pointless.
Rewind time three hours.
Young Ho-kyeong was indulging in even denser trysts lately than during their honeymoon.
She yielded nights to Chae Su-ran, who couldn't meet during the day, about two out of three times.
But during the day, she spent nearly every moment with the man.
Preparing business ventures, overseeing martial arts training, handling his unpredictable lust.
"Only about half a month left..."
"Yeah..."p>
And like now, when he went to check progress on that "hand pump" at the forge, she shared tea with the now-familiar Chae Su-ran.
"He seems ready to leave as soon as the deadline hits... Should I ask him to stay longer?"
A month had passed since he arrived. The enjoyable time made Young Ho-kyeong want to keep him longer.
For the other women waiting in the Central Plains, sending him back was right—but hadn't they already had months with him?
Their relationship had barely hit a month. Having started later than even Chae Su-ran, Young Ho-kyeong felt increasingly urgent.
"I casually brought it up once, but he seems set on leaving soon..."
What good were whispers of love? He would eventually depart for distant lands.
If he left her with child and vanished coldly, when would they meet again?
'Can't leave the baby and go, and if he doesn't return... might be years...'
"Ah!"
She had forgotten amid his confident impregnation efforts, but pregnancy wasn't that simple.
Even a month's diligent seeding offered no guarantees.
What if she used that as an excuse to keep him longer?
No certainty of pregnancy meant buying time until her periods stopped.
Chae Su-ran agreed it was brilliant. She too hated seeing him go.
'He'll pounce for a hug tonight anyway...'
Point it out at the right moment, and the baby-crazed man would stay in the cult headquarters.
Young Ho-kyeong couldn't help not knowing a martial art existed that implanted male essence to ensure pregnancy.
