Chapter 194
Chapter 194
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 194
Chapter Title: Thank You So Much (3)
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Peng Yeon-hwa's mind was spinning. The shock of having her bladder pierced mercilessly by his cock until she pissed herself filled her head completely.
"Ahh♥ There... right thereee...!"
Slap slap slap slap♥
While Peng Yeon-hwa, half out of her mind, soaked in the lukewarm water, Zhuge Mi-ryeong was getting pierced by his cock beside her, shaking her hips.
After using his elegant palm technique, reminiscent of Wudang's famed forms, merely to wring out a laundry blanket, the man was now glued to Zhuge Mi-ryeong's body, lost in ecstasy.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong, hands braced against the wall with her ass thrust out, turned her head to kiss her son even as his thick cock repeatedly plunged in and out of her pussy.
'What do I do? I think I'm really going crazy...!'
As she watched the scene, Peng Yeon-hwa felt her own empty crotch itching more than any shame, and she secretly slipped her fingers into her pussy.
She was spreading the hole to let the water flush out the cum pooled inside, but Peng Yeon-hwa knew the truth.
This was masturbation. She was comforting herself with her fingers because she missed the cock that had left her hole for a moment.
Savoring the pleasure as her index and middle fingers curled to stimulate every nook of her vaginal walls, Peng Yeon-hwa stole glances at Zhuge Mi-ryeong's pussy where his cock was thrusting fiercely.
Seeing that lewd hole stretched wide to accept his cock, she imagined the sensation and pleasured her lower body—until her eyes met the man's, who had turned to look at her.
Wag wag
At the sight of him beckoning her closer, Peng Yeon-hwa dry-washed her face and stared at the ceiling before rising from the tub.
Her swollen belly made balancing a bit awkward as she slowly walked over and pressed her breasts and belly flush against the man's back.
"Ah♥ Son, what's wrong...? Ah, ah...!"
She could feel his ass, blocked by her bulging belly, moving gently in short bursts to thrust his cock into Zhuge Mi-ryeong's pussy.
Peng Yeon-hwa turned the man's head back like he had done to Zhuge Mi-ryeong and kissed him.
'Yes, so good...!'
His kisses always made her happy.
The peripheral pleasure of their soft tongues tangling, and feeling his unwavering desire for her in this persistent kiss—she loved it.
One could say she loved his carnal lust, which sought to dominate women through violent pleasure.
"Haa... Come here. Stick your ass out too."
Hearing his vulgar demand after their lips parted, slick with each other's saliva, Peng Yeon-hwa carefully positioned herself beside Zhuge Mi-ryeong, thrusting out her ass in line.
When her eyes met Zhuge Mi-ryeong's sly expression, Peng Yeon-hwa cleared her throat awkwardly and looked away at the wall. And the next moment—
"Hng♥ I-it's in...!"
The instant she felt her ass grabbed, his cock mercilessly tore open her tender flesh, filling Peng Yeon-hwa with rapture.
Unconsciously, her ass pushed back slightly, greedily urging him deeper, harder.
Her writhing inner walls clung to his cock, hastening his ejaculation to once again defile her freshly washed-clean pussy with thick semen.
"Ah...!"
After pounding her most precious place for a while, his cock left her pussy, followed by Zhuge Mi-ryeong's moans ringing in Peng Yeon-hwa's ears.
"Son...♥ Pound Mommy's pussy... deep and hard...?"
Squish squish squish squish♥
Amid the wet slaps of his lower belly colliding with Zhuge Mi-ryeong's ass, the sound of his cock burying deep carried through, making Peng Yeon-hwa's empty crotch itch even more fiercely.
"Darling, darling... me toooo...!"
She felt utterly pathetic whining like a child, but after ravaging Zhuge Mi-ryeong for a while, the man plunged his massive cock back into Peng Yeon-hwa.
Peng Yeon-hwa sensed the jar inside her belly—that vessel for pleasure—sloshing fuller and fuller.
And she knew that when it overflowed, she would climax.
'I can't piss myself again...!'
"Son, sooon...! No, not this...!"
As she fretted, Peng Yeon-hwa suddenly heard Zhuge Mi-ryeong begging her son in a voice that sounded all too familiar.
Looking back, she saw the man's left arm extended, fiddling with Zhuge Mi-ryeong's lower body.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong twisted her waist desperately, pleading for him to stop.
"Ah♥ No, stoppp...!"
The man pressed tight against her back as she tried to flee, thrusting his cock in while mercilessly rubbing her clit.
With his arm wrapped around her hips, escape impossible, Zhuge Mi-ryeong writhed to evade his fast fingers but finally reached her limit and climaxed.
"Nooo...!"
And then Peng Yeon-hwa realized why her voice sounded so familiar.
Spiiiish
"Nooo...! Stop, stop ittt...!"
Not sparing his own mother an ounce of mercy, the man targeted her lower body until she pissed herself.
Gazing down at her with a faint smile like a proud parent, he thrust his cock deep into Zhuge Mi-ryeong—then met Peng Yeon-hwa's eyes and offered an excuse.
"It's... gotta be fair..."
It was nonsense, but Peng Yeon-hwa clamped her mouth shut, knowing he'd gladly piss himself if she demanded fairness too.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong's expression after finishing was pure mortification.
Glancing over, it looked like he'd cum inside her once more—sticky semen peeking out from her pussy lips.
Feeling a bond of shared suffering in her slightly better state, Peng Yeon-hwa still quickly looked away, thinking any comment would just make it awkward.
"One more rinse, then back to the room to finish up?"
Even now, the man grinned happily, brimming with energy for more of the night, which irked the two women.
Was it because he'd made them both piss themselves in front of each other?
Whenever he focused on one, the other clung to him, caressing him—it had gone on all night.
He licked everywhere from nipples to armpits and beyond; it was honestly a bit much, but I'd endured their relentless assault.
"You rascal...!"
Peng Yeon-hwa, lying on my right, poked my side repeatedly. It stung a little, but I laughed it off without showing it.
Meanwhile, Mother on my left giggled indifferently, draping her hand over my chest and clinging.
You're so petty, Peng Yeon-hwa.
"Ah... I don't wanna go."
If it weren't for Eon So-young, there'd be no reason to prance off to the Namgung Family or anywhere.
I wanted to keep rolling around with my women, so why wouldn't the world just leave me be?
"Son, be careful when you go there."
Mother said that last time, she was there too, and as a Nine Dragons Contest participant, holing up in the lodgings and only handling visitors was fine.
No, honestly, that was Father's fault for using me as a human calculator whenever he got bored.
Anyway, this time at the Namgung Family, the excuse of preparing for sparring wouldn't fly, so Mother's advice was to politely greet all the Jianghu seniors.
Couldn't I just ignore the Namgung Family's situation and sneak Eon So-young away? If only she wouldn't worry about the current family head's son...!
"That Namgung Hye girl is one of the Three Peaks, right? Then the other Two Peaks will come too. It's custom for the other peaks to gather when one holds a wedding."
Perk
My ears pricked at Peng Yeon-hwa's mention of the other Two Peaks.
"So more flies might buzz around. I don't get why the Three Peaks title is such a big deal at someone else's wedding..."
Peng Yeon-hwa shuddered, perhaps recalling harassment from riffraff during her own Three Peaks days, but I was thinking of something else.
Excluding Peak Namgung Hye, the Three Peaks included Wudang's Jade Peak Gyeon Ye-jin and Huashan's Plum Peak Neung Hui-yeon.
To a milf fanatic like me, those two ranked low priority, but I remembered Neung Hui-yeon's mother was Mae So-hyang.
'I could resolve the Sacred Blood Pill issue too—this might work out if I play it right...'
"Mae So-hyang."
Flinch
Snapping to at Mother's voice, which sounded almost sinister, she stared up at me with sharp eyes.
"Son, you know not to get any funny ideas, right? Mommy can overlook other women, but I told you I don't like that one."
To be precise, she'd said to consider the human relationships after bringing her home.
"Me too, Mae So-hyang is a bit..."
I shrank at Peng Yeon-hwa's words.
Truth be told, since I'd blackmailed and raped Mae So-hyang, defending or condemning her felt tricky.
But even so, Mae So-hyang ranking below the Demonic Cult's Young Leader? Just how much hell did these two put her through when they were young...?
In the end, I could only promise not to get tangled up with Mae So-hyang and cause trouble.
'Mother knows that means I'll bring her once the issues are cleared...'
She was too tempting a milf to fully give up, so Mother and I settled on that compromise.
"The goal is the Namgung Family?"
"Yes."
Among those wearing animal masks, Huang Du-myeong nodded vigorously.
The group called the Silver Spirit Society had approached him years ago, saying the current Jianghu needed reorganization, extending a hand.
As the Demonic Cult's Elder, living solely to crush the Orthodox factions and avenge his daughter, he had no interest in Jianghu's restructuring.
Their envoy merely added: Plenty of blood would flow in the process.
"The Orthodox factions draw swords at us Unorthodoxy yet hold back because the Martial Alliance and Huangbo Family keep them in check."
Three masked figures. Empty seats suggested more members.
But their piercing gazes alone revealed masters not to be underestimated.
"Some families side with them, and the Nine Great Sects lack direct victimhood for a strong cause. But..."
"If we show Jianghu the Huangbo Family flipping the Namgung Family they've visited—neither the Martial Alliance nor Huangbo can endure much longer."
"Exactly. And once it happens, the Demonic Cult won't sit idle either."
Even if that damn brat presented a plausible path to the Demonic Cult, their belligerence wouldn't vanish.
They'd scream for all-out war without thought of consequences, and reining them in as Cult Leader wouldn't be easy.
"Good. Then I'll assign my subordinates. But..."
The deep voice of the tiger-masked man stirred an odd repulsion. Huang Du-myeong soon understood why.
"They say that wench Namgung Hye is quite the beauty. Mind if I have her captured?"
Huang Du-myeong answered calmly even as the man thrust his upright right index finger through a circle made by his left thumb and forefinger.
"No issue. Just handle the aftermath cleanly to avoid trouble..."
"Ah, no worries. We'll make it spotless."
The tiger mask stood humming gleefully.
Huang Du-myeong found him repulsive but had the composure to hide it.
At least until these pawns swept away the Orthodox factions—that much poise was needed.