Chapter 198
Chapter 198
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 198
Chapter Title: Will You Come With Me? (2)
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Eon So-young was, for all intents and purposes, my first woman.
Back when I'd first come here, her beauty had struck me like a miracle—a stunning MILF—and that's why I'd taken her.
Even after meeting other women and claiming a few MILFs who were just as breathtaking, that didn't diminish Eon So-young's status in the slightest.
Schluuuurp
"Ahhn...♥ It's in...!"
Eon So-young's soft, gentle features twisted into a sultry gaze as she accepted my cock, looking up at me with eyes that brimmed with provocation, as if daring me to satisfy her.
Unable to resist, I pushed her thighs up and overlaid my body on hers.
Her slick, glistening hole, lewdly shining with secreted fluids, I plunged into with all my weight, pounding vigorously.
Squelch-squelch-squelch-squelch♥
"Th-this, this...! Hnngh♥"
Was it because it had been so long? Eon So-young, who had been feigning composure, freaked out at the violent thrusting of my cock and twisted her waist desperately.
"No, haaah♥ Nooo...! Why are you...!"
She slapped my shoulders repeatedly, trying to evade the insertion, but with her thighs already lifted and forced open, all she could do was let out sweet moans that only made my cock harder.
"Hubby, gently... please be gentle... aaang♥"
"Don't like my cock inside? Should I pull out?"
"I don't hate it, I don't hate it but...! I don't knooow...!"
Maybe I'd pushed too hard from the start—Eon So-young shook her head with tears in her eyes, her hands clutching the sheets tightly as they trembled.
Glancing down, her vermilion pussy, erotically flushed, greedily devoured my cock while its inner folds writhed.
That lascivious yet oddly clumsy sight made my hips buck instinctively, twisting to grind deeper and rub against her walls.
"Aang♥ Don't, don't do that...!"
"Your pussy seems to love it, though...?"
As I diligently pistoned into the soft walls that clung so perfectly, her womb gradually descended bit by bit.
That womb, which had once tasted my seed and borne a son, was surely inching down in hopes of another chance at pregnancy.
"See? Your baby chamber's come down because it wants my child again...!"
"Hnng♥ No, ah, haeut...!"
Even as I spoke, Eon So-young lacked the strength to deny it properly, merely arching her waist reflexively with every thrust.
She looked like she might pass out if I kept up the onslaught, so I eased my hips slightly.
"No baby... not now, augh♥"
"'Not now' means maybe later, right?"
Plub-plub-plub-plub♥
I slowed my thrusting but twisted my hips to grind my cock against her insides as I asked.
The sticky folds clung to me, driving me mad, but Eon So-young bucked her hips too, clearly lost in pleasure.
"You want it that bad? A baby?"
"A child born between you and me..."
One kid with each woman was a must, but more was fine too. Honestly, if I had the ability and could raise them well, the more the better.
"That's how you said it, so you've knocked up other women too, haven't you?"
Her sharp question left me momentarily speechless. The words were similar, give or take a few nuances.
As if she'd known it all along, Eon So-young shot me a coquettish glare, and the sight of those prettily folded eyes made me unleash the restraint I'd been holding back.
Slam-slam-slam-slam♥
"Aaang, again, why...!"
I resumed slamming my hips down with full force.
No—clutching her upper body tight and pounding savagely was even more intense than before, drawing goat-like bleats from Eon So-young.
Savoring the sensation of her quivering walls sticking wetly to me, I drove my swollen cock right up to her descended cervix.
"You think a man desperate to breed will stay still when you look at him like that?"
"Just, aaang♥"
She seemed about to say "just for that," but it was always the final blow that shattered the dam.
If you toss a stone into overflowing lust on the verge of spilling, you have to take responsibility!
"So, when can we have one? Our baby...!"
"Aaag♥ So, ughk...!"
I hammered her hole relentlessly with my cock on the verge of eruption. Meanwhile, Eon So-young endured without climaxing just yet.
Her determination to hold out until I came was admirable, but right now, I wanted to wreck her with orgasms.
"Tell me—next year? The year after? Or next month?"
"Stop, haeuk♥, then I'll...! Answer...!"
Overwhelmed by the glans probing deep inside, Eon So-young wrapped her arms around my back and wailed.
"Tell me when... Gyeon-i's mommy...!"
Squeeeeeze♥
"Haaaang♥"
Her reaction was more dramatic than I'd expected.
As her convulsing walls clenched tight, she instinctively channeled her inner energy, hugging me with enhanced strength.
My breath caught for a moment, but she soon relaxed, allowing me to press my abdomen flush against hers and continue grinding while whispering.
"Like it when I call you that? Huh? Gyeon-i's mommy..."
"Haang♥ Naughty, so naughty...!"
The more she shuddered, the more tyrannically my hips ravaged her.
I wanted to keep fucking her forever, but my climax was approaching.
"Tell me later when we can make Gyeon-i a sibling. Got it, Gyeon-i's mommy?"
"Got it, got it... so now, haeuk♥"
As she wished, I plunged my throbbing cock to the deepest part of her wriggling pussy, right up to her womb.
"I'm cumming—take it...!"
Pfuuuurb bluuuuurp
"Haaaaang♥"
Her pussy climaxed with my ejaculation, slurping up the semen greedily.
The sensation of it sucking out every last drop, like a mouth, felt so good I thought my hips might give out.
Compared to Eon So-young, who panted raggedly in total exhaustion, my state wasn't much different.
"Really...!"
Once she'd caught her breath, Eon So-young glared at me with a flushed face.
"Why call me that all of a sudden?"
"Why? You are Gyeon-i's mom."
"That's not what I...!"
She failed to clearly explain the subtle taboo thrill of the title despite her protests.
"You know exactly what I mean. Naughty...!"
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Won't do it again."
I pulled her up into another embrace, cradling her soft body and patting her back. She slyly wrapped her arms around my waist in return.
Once we reached the Namgung Family, nights like this would be rare.
We both thought the same, melting into each other in a thick, sticky union that lasted through the night.
The righteous martial world was dominated by the massive factions known as the Nine Great Sects and One Gang, and the Five Great Families.
Unlike the Nine Great Sects and One Gang, which could only indirectly influence the secular world, the Five Great Families wielded power directly, their influence spanning entire provinces.
And Anhui Province was the domain of the Namgung Family.
News of the Namgung lady's wedding had caused a surge in goods across the province.
With the crowds so thick they jammed the streets, even a lavish carriage crawled along slowly.
"...Even so, isn't it simple enough to just fly the family banner? This is a waste of time."
"This is Anhui Province. We're here to celebrate—why draw unnecessary attention?"
They wouldn't need to bother with a banner in Shaanxi, home of the Zhuge Family, but this was foreign territory.
A misstep could be seen as flexing muscle in another's domain.
It was pointless to risk offending fellow Five Great Families, only to please the Nine Great Sects and One Gang—a lecture they'd no doubt heard many times.
"We're not Namgung retainers, are we?"
Despite that, watching his son vent complaints, Zhuge Myeong, head of the Zhuge Family, felt his insides twist.
His son Zhuge Ryong had fine talent in both civil and martial arts, but his irritable, impatient nature was a constant worry.
Fortunately, as they neared the Namgung estate and the crowds thinned, allowing the carriage to pick up speed, Zhuge Ryong quieted down—but only briefly.
'What the hell is that...'
Spotting a young man standing at the Namgung gates, Zhuge Ryong's brows furrowed.
He seemed to be an invited guest, handing something like an invitation to the guard warrior, but his plain clothes and lack of weapons didn't scream importance.
And that was the problem.
"You there! Move aside now!"
Zhuge Myeong, who'd relaxed at his son's silence, pressed a hand to his forehead with a groan.
The man looked like an invited guest, nothing special from his attire.
But Jianghu demanded caution—think twice or thrice before acting, he'd drilled into him endlessly—yet his son couldn't control his temper again.
"I said move! You're blocking the way!"
With his son already shouting laced with inner energy, drawing stares from the crowd.
Scolding him now would tarnish the family's reputation. Better to reprimand privately and apologize to the Namgung head separately—for the family's sake.
"Yes, you! Get out of the way!"
His son's voice carried formidable power, yet the man remained nonchalant—either a clueless nobody or a true expert, Zhuge Myeong thought.
Just then, the guard returned the letter, and the man's robes fluttered lightly before he darted inside with blinding speed.
'An expert!'
At minimum, footwork on par with the Nine Dragons. Zhuge Myeong tried to guess his affiliation from the gait, but no sect came to mind.
"Argh! That bastard!"
Meanwhile, his son bellowed in rage even at that swift display.
In the end, the man had cleared the way as his son wanted.
But surely, he'd wanted him to slink aside subserviently.
'Shouldn't have brought him.'
At home, he could discipline disobedience with force. Out here, it was trickier.
Zhuge Myeong felt pathetic for taking solace that this hothead wouldn't inherit the family.