Chapter 205
Chapter 205
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 205
Chapter Title: As Long as We Don't Get Caught (2)
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"You sure know how to talk your way out of things, huh? So that's the kind of guy he is..."
Unlike Gyeon Ye-jin, who had no real interest in Kang Yun, Neung Hui-yeon knew just how silver-tongued he could be.
Her little sister, Neung Pung-yeon, had told her how he'd mocked his opponents mid-fight several times, trying to throw them off their game with infuriating taunts.
The man caught Neung Hui-yeon's eye and gave a light nod before turning to leave, only to get nabbed by Namgung Hye, who came rushing over after hearing the commotion.
His voice wasn't loud, so it was hard to make out what he was saying, but Namgung Hye seemed to be laying into him without mercy.
"Looks like those two get along pretty well."
"...Yeah, seems that way."
Neung Hui-yeon agreed with Gyeon Ye-jin's read on the situation.
Sure, the crowd had thinned out a bit, but it was still in plain view of anyone around.
And yet, even as she scolded him in front of everyone, not a hint of annoyance crossed the man's face. Namgung Hye, for her part, didn't give a damn about the onlookers and just kept venting her anger.
Only when Huangbo Jun poked his head out did Namgung Hye finally simmer down a little, and Gyeon Ye-jin couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.
"Even the Namgung young lady acts like that in front of her betrothed. You should take notes... Hui-yeon?"
Gyeon Ye-jin turned to follow Neung Hui-yeon's gaze and spotted Kang Yun slyly slipping away while Namgung Hye chatted with Huangbo Jun.
The burly guy—who looked like he could snap a tree trunk with a casual stretch—was tucking in his tail like a timid scholar, but Neung Hui-yeon's eyes stayed glued to him without wavering.
'Oh ho...?'
It wasn't a particularly affectionate look, but Gyeon Ye-jin couldn't recall Neung Hui-yeon ever staring at a man so intently.
Given how restrained she usually was with her emotions, this might even qualify as fondness.
Was a spring breeze finally stirring in the frozen tundra that was Neung Hui-yeon? It wasn't a stretch to wonder.
The only flaw was that her potential interest seemed a tad—just a tad—problematic.
Having gotten thoroughly chewed out by Namgung Hye for no good reason, I managed to slip away under Huangbo Jun's protective shield.
Once she calmed down and heard the full story, she'd realize I was innocent enough.
"Wh-what brings you here?"
"Fancy running into you here, young hero. First time for proper greetings, right? Pleasure to meet you—I'm Dan Yu-ran of Wudang."
Heading back toward the Fragrant Rock Pavilion, I found only Mae So-hyang and a woman who looked to be in her early forties.
She had slightly narrow eyes that gave her a foxlike vibe—honestly tempting in her own right—but right now, Mae So-hyang took priority.
"A pleasure, lady hero. I'm Kang Yun."
"I've been dying to chat with the young hero who's caught So-hyang's eye. Close with the Namgung family?"
"I've got a passing acquaintance with Lady Namgung Hye."
She must've remembered the excuse Mae So-hyang fed her back when I'd trailed after her and claimed her backdoor.
Wh-what are you doing here?
Mae So-hyang's transmission quivered with unease. Had I gone too far?
I nodded along to Dan Yu-ran's words while sending a careful transmission back to Mae So-hyang.
You didn't tell me anything yesterday—just did what you wanted and left. So I came to fill you in.
N-not now. I'll come find you later...
I need to tell you now. It's urgent.
Mae So-hyang glanced nervously at Dan Yu-ran, her face crumpling. She had no idea why I was being so stubborn.
If we weren't alone in such a perfect setup, I wouldn't have pushed for right this moment either.
I transmitted the info on the Blood Vigor Pill to Mae So-hyang—its effects and the antidote's existence. No need to name the Demonic Cult behind it.
That alone lit a spark in her eyes. It was enough for her.
So where do I get that antidote?
I might need to pull some strings to get it...
Just tell me how. I'll handle the rest.
I'd love to, but it'd be useless for anyone else...
Of course, I already had the antidote, but handing it over for free was too good a deal to pass up.
Once she caught on, Mae So-hyang shot me a look laced with contempt.
Fine. I'll... come find you tonight...
But in the end, her flared temper deflated. With no one else to turn to, she had no choice.
Her one miscalculation? She had no clue I wouldn't settle for just a quick fuck.
That's not enough.
As I laid out my full demands via transmission, Mae So-hyang let out a shriek-like cry and bolted upright.
"Wh-what...?"
I shrugged innocently, and Dan Yu-ran looked back and forth between us, puzzled.
Can't blame her.
If she'd just meekly agreed to flash her pussy and masturbate in secret right in front of Dan Yu-ran, I'd have been shocked.
Even as she'd started calming down while chatting with Dan Yu-ran, Mae So-hyang's mind unraveled into chaos again.
The man explained there was this old physician whose skills bordered on the divine, but his temper was so foul he'd only hand over the antidote if the man came in person.
True or not, Mae So-hyang had no way to verify it.
Are you insane? What if Yu-ran-unnie catches us...!
As long as she doesn't catch us, it's fine. That's why we're doing it on the sly.
He promised to keep watch so Dan Yu-ran wouldn't notice, flashing a sneaky hand signal and nod.
"Our Ye-jin isn't married yet either—any idea why the Namgung lady's rushing her wedding, young hero?"
"When you find the one, why wait to tie the knot?"
Even as he bantered amiably with Dan Yu-ran, he kept shooting glances, urging her to get on with it.
With Dan Yu-ran sitting across, the table between them would block the view.
All she'd need was a quick hip lift to hike up her skirt for me beside her. Easy if she was careful.
Counting to ten starting now. Get that skirt up.
Spotting her attempt to stall, he started counting via transmission.
...Three, four, five...
Her pale hand clutched the beautiful Huashan skirt embroidered with plum blossoms, trembling violently.
...Seven, eight...
She couldn't hold out. Mae So-hyang gave in to his prodding and moved her hand.
Swish.
The silken skirt slid up silently, her pristine, lovely legs meeting the cool air.
Good girl.
His soft praise rang in her ears, but Mae So-hyang—knowing it wasn't pure—felt her chest might burst with humiliation.
His hand crept out to stroke her smooth thigh without alerting Dan Yu-ran, sending shivers through her fine hairs.
Acting like some back-alley whore, hiking her skirt to bare her privates for this man.
And now he crooked a finger at her mound, ordering her to pleasure herself.
"Don't you think so too, So-hyang? If I'd set my mind to it, my husband wouldn't be..."
"But no one treats you as well as brother-in-law does, unnie."
Mae So-hyang surprised even herself with how steadily she fielded Dan Yu-ran's words, gently parting her folds to expose her slit bit by bit.
The throbbing heat in her core—from the sheer depravity of it all—made every grazing fingertip feel exquisitely sensitive, electric.
'Watch closely...!'
With her son's future held hostage, forcing her into this lewd act, Mae So-hyang vowed to wring every concession from him she could.
No room for backtalk.
She diligently teased the spots that felt best, stroking herself.
Meanwhile, he watched wide-eyed as her elegant fingers delved into her ripened pussy, one by one.
His hips twitched like he wanted to whip out his cock right then, but here he was, skillfully toying with a famed sect's noble wife.
Mae So-hyang plunged two index fingers deep into her slickening folds and spread them wide.
Thud.
He held back any sound admirably, but his cock couldn't—already straining skyward, it twitched and thumped the table underside. Half her intent, that.
But when Dan Yu-ran tilted her head and leaned to peer below, both froze on the verge of screaming.
"Ah, my knee—bumped the table. Sorry."
"Really? Must be tough with long legs."
Facing Dan Yu-ran's leisurely smile as she straightened up, Mae So-hyang stifled a moan, her terrified core clamping down mercilessly on her fingers.
Even his thinner fingers—nothing compared to his shaft—delivered otherworldly pleasure in this absurd setup, warping her mind.
'No, no...!'
The more Dan Yu-ran's gaze fixed elsewhere, the deeper Mae So-hyang sank into the bliss from her slender digits.
Even as her hot nectar squelched faintly, she pumped her fingers faster, harder.
'It's not because it feels good...! He'd demand this anyway...!'
She kept lying to herself.
His massive, throbbing cock—twitching like it craved her depths—filled her sight as her delicate fingers stabbed relentlessly into her pussy.
All to leave him no room for complaints.
'Just a bit more...!'
"Hngh...!"
"So-hyang?"
"N-nothing, unnie..."
Forcing a smile at Dan Yu-ran's quizzical look, Mae So-hyang kept grinding her writhing insides with her fingers.
All she craved was the moment Dan Yu-ran looked away again.
The man drew Dan Yu-ran's eyes with chit-chat about it being his first wedding—"Never been to one before"—and when he signaled, she finally released the tension in her core.
'Aaaahhh...♥'
Draining tension from her throat and face to silence any cry, her expression twisted into something profoundly lewd by paradox.
Masturbating under her skirt in secret before Dan Yu-ran—the woman she'd followed devotedly for decades—delivered a rush of taboo ecstasy.
'Yes, yesss...!'
She clamped her hand over her spasming core and pressed her forehead to the table to hide her face.
"So-hyang?"
Dan Yu-ran's puzzled voice came from across, but with her head down, Mae So-hyang savored the afterglow in debauched bliss.
"You okay?"
"S-sorry, unnie—felt like a thread caught on my leg..."
Lifting her head again, Mae So-hyang's face was back to normal. Her soaked pussy was covered, skirt lowered.
Unless you counted the rigid cock peeking from under the table, no one would've dreamed she'd just masturbated to climax.