Chapter 209
Chapter 209
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 209
Chapter Title: Try Catching It (2)
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Seeing the sake cup Zhuge Ryong had flung flying toward me, I let out a silent sigh.
'I figured something was up from the moment he apologized so readily...'
The sake sloshing inside the incoming cup seemed infused with some kind of technique.
But even at a glance, the variations in it looked far fewer than those in the judge's brush my mother used to hurl at me under the guise of training.
It was a good thing he'd thrown it so weakly that even just deploying my protective energy would block it. Otherwise, comparing it to an attack that could've killed me outright might've been unfair.
I extended my hand and channeled Phantom Finger energy into my palm.
A soft, feathery inner force gathered at my fingertips, dispersing the turbulent energy in the cup while enveloping it to keep the sake from spilling over.
One, two, three, four, five.
Brute force would've shattered the cup here, so I adapted the Golden Snail Technique to neutralize all five variations.
"Th-this...!"
I glanced at Zhuge Ryong, who was groaning oddly with a flushed red face staring at me, then downed the Baekcheongju.
"Ah, indeed. This clean-tasting liquor washes away the greasiness in the mouth perfectly. No wonder Young Master Zhuge recommended it."
"I-I'm glad you're satisfied."
I hated dealing with annoyances, so I wanted to let it slide, but everyone around was watching.
Those in the know had realized Zhuge Ryong was trying to humiliate me, and if I didn't retaliate here, they'd think one of two things.
'That I'm an easy mark, or that I've got a saintly personality.'
Any other time, I might've brushed it off, but with Eon So-young watching from the head table, our eyes meeting made that impossible.
"I'm no expert on liquor, but since this pairs well with the dish Young Master Zhuge is having, allow me to return the favor with a cup."
But I hesitated a bit.
Having mastered the Receiving Palm, catching a thrown cup was no issue. Throwing one back, though? I'd never practiced.
I roughly recalled what my mother did and what Zhuge Ryong had just done, then eyeballed it and pushed a sake cup into the air.
Just like Zhuge Ryong's, the cup began gliding through the air, and he reached for it with a mocking expression.
But wouldn't you know it.
"Urk...!"
Zhuge Ryong groaned and fumbled the cup, soaking his pants with sake.
"Y-you bastard...!"
"My apologies, Young Master Zhuge. I was just imitating you, but it seems I put too much force into it."
There were no variations or techniques in the cup I pushed. It was pure brute strength, slamming my inner energy into it up to the cup's limit.
That energy would've turned into devastating turbulent force, smashing through any attempt Zhuge Ryong made to catch it.
"Due to my inadequacy, I've been rude to you, Young Master Zhuge. My deepest apologies."
I cupped my hands and bowed deeply and politely, but I could imagine his rotten expression without looking.
Namgung Hye didn't miss the commotion unfolding in the corner.
They were chatting quietly without drawing attention among themselves, but keen-eyed experts had already been observing their little spat.
Namgung Hye might not be at that level, but noticing others' gazes was hardly difficult for her.
"Zhuge Young Master again. Does Young Master Kang really have a grudge against him or something?"
Gyeon Ye-jin, oblivious that it was about them, spoke innocently.
"Probably not. Young Master Kang... he's usually a pretty decent guy."
Her memories of their time together were spotty and fragmented, but as far as Namgung Hye recalled, that seemed right.
"Usually...?"
But when Gyeon Ye-jin asked back, Namgung Hye realized her slip.
"So you two are pretty close after all? Were you maybe... involved deeply?"
"Not at all."
Namgung Hye felt a twinge of irritation at Gyeon Ye-jin's prying into others' pasts, but the next words washed it away.
"Ah, good. Actually, our Hui-yeon here..."
"Sister."
Neung Hui-yeon hurriedly cut her off, but Namgung Hye could guess what came next—she wasn't that dense.
"W-wait, could it be...?"
"No. Sister Ye-jin is just misunderstanding on her own."
"Really nothing at all?"
Gyeon Ye-jin patted the empty seat beside her as she spoke. A silent question: Then why sit next to him on purpose?
Under their gazes, Neung Hui-yeon glanced around awkwardly—uncharacteristically for her—and lowered her voice.
"Just... he's comfortable to be around. That's all. Really, nothing else."
Namgung Hye knew Neung Hui-yeon despised men hitting on her. Anyone watching closely would know.
It made sense that she'd find comfortable a man who stayed remarkably detached toward women—except her mother.
But if there was truly nothing more, she wouldn't go out of her way to stop Gyeon Ye-jin from talking.
'She'll be fine... right?'
To Namgung Hye, Neung Hui-yeon seemed to be denying it, but she already harbored something close to affection.
If that mysterious beauty developed feelings, could any man resist?
Not knowing Kang Yun's tastes in women, Namgung Hye worried for her mother helplessly.
So focused on Neung Hui-yeon, Namgung Hye completely forgot about the woman she'd originally been watching—Neung Hui-yeon's mother.
"Mmm...♥ Isn't that obvious?"
"Is it?"
As the banquet ended and night fell, Mae So-hyang sneaked back into my quarters.
It was the payoff for secretly groping her ass where no one could see, driving her mad with desire.
Peeling off her dark training garb revealed thin silk undergarments.
"You're so horny... You wore this just to show me...?"
"D-don't say that, seriously...! Ah!"
Clinging to her back, fondling her body, I continued our talk.
"But you didn't seem that interested during the Nine Dragons Contest?"
"Well, the situation's different now, and you've gotten stronger... Ahhn♥"
She explained while squirming under my hand delving inside her.
From the moment Zhuge Ryong failed to catch my cup, everyone figured my inner energy was profound, and my control over it reached peak mastery or close to it.
Zhuge Ryong was too prickly to enter the Nine Dragons Contest, but his skills were acknowledged, making it a reasonable conclusion. And it was true.
As a result, prominent figures from various regions—especially those with daughters or granddaughters—were lining up to shake my hand.
"Of course they're all swarming you. They don't even know you're a total perv... Haaang♥"
"What're you on about?"
"Stop, stooop...♥"
Mae So-hyang grabbed my arm with both hands, trying to pull it from between her legs, but there was no strength in her grip.
Her feeble attempt was adorable, so once her folds were slick enough, I stopped teasing her clit and withdrew my hand from her sticky, juice-soaked pussy.
Then I left her there and plopped naked onto the bed.
"...Wh-why...?"
Startled by my sudden distance, Mae So-hyang flinched and asked.
"Take it off yourself and come here. You wore such pretty lingerie for once—I want to watch you strip."
"Ugh...!"
Mae So-hyang sighed dramatically, but relief smiled on her face.
Maybe that's why she didn't just rip it off carelessly. She stripped slowly, teasingly, for my eyes.
The knot on her breast-binding loosened lightly, but she gripped the end, peeling it back bit by bit to reveal her tits.
Her luscious fruits peeked out tantalizingly, and next came her lower half.
The silk panties slid down slowly, sticking wetly to her pussy before peeling away with a lewd cling, drawing my eyes wide in rapt focus.
'This damn bedroom temptress...!'
Mae So-hyang seduced with expert grace. By the time her inverted panties hooked over her elastic thighs at her knees, my cock throbbed, desperate to lunge.
Pfft.
She met my eyes and giggled softly. I couldn't hold back anymore.
After telling her to strip first, here I was losing it.
"Kyaa!"
I scooped her up, dropped her on the bed, and yanked her panties off myself.
"Can't even endure this much... Hnngh♥"
Squish.
I spread her legs wide and urgently shoved my cock into her slick, juice-filled hole.
"It's not that I can't endure it—I'm not going to."
Her pussy clenched and wrapped around my cock, wriggling, as I thrust my hips vigorously.
A drug-like pleasure flooded my mind, but Mae So-hyang kept mocking me.
"Too, ahk♥ hasty...? You really, aren't holding back... Haaang♥"
"It's my pussy anyway—why hold back...!"
I knew her milf pussy, molded perfectly to my cock, would squeeze me tight. No reason to hold back.
That earlier bit was just a whim. This was my true intent.
Who was she to lecture me on endurance? The woman who'd been left with cum in her womb and secretly masturbated like a storm in her own quarters.
"Just watch. I'll fill you till your pussy reeks of my cum...!"
"N-no pregnancy...!"
Mae So-hyang's words, as she hid nothing of her lewd face while impaled on my cock, sounded more like a caution than refusal. Meaning our affair would end if a child came.
Sensing the nuance keenly, I didn't reply—just gripped her waist and steadily plunged my cock in.
"Aang♥ Really, nooo...! Right? You know?"
"You love my cock...!"
Squeeze♥
As I whispered, her pussy clenched my cock delightfully tight. Staring at her flushed, panting face, I pressed on.
"You love my cock, don't you...?"
"...I do, ahk♥ But..."
"Loves the cock, but no pregnancy...? Isn't that too selfish?"
Squish squish squish squish♥
"Really, really nooo... If my husband finds out...! Ahk♥"
"Don't care, gonna cum inside...!"
Mae So-hyang looked tearful, but I mercilessly drove my cock deeper.
Her sopping wet pussy didn't care what its owner thought.
I pounded away relentlessly, her face melting into slack-jawed bliss.
As climax neared, her hips twisted slyly.
"Urk...!"
Her inner walls stroked my cock exquisitely, drawing a groan from me. Mae So-hyang looked up triumphantly.
"I'll make your cock feel even better, okay...? Cum outside..."
Her bedroom arts, honed for her husband, overwhelmed me with ecstasy.
She twisted her hips oddly, strangling my glans against her womb mouth, and in mind-melting pleasure, I slammed my hips faster than ever.
"Good boy, right? You'll cum outside?"
But she was foolish. She shouldn't have assumed victory without my firm yes.
"Ahng♥ Th-this...!"
My martial arts had grown. My inner energy was deeper, my control and technique more refined.
No practice needed—just theoretical basics on bedroom arts cornered her instantly.
"Hngh♥ Th-this... No, outside... Aaaang♥"
"Gonna knock you up...!"
"N-no...!"
My glans burrowed deep into her clenching depths, twitching on the verge, as I hooked her arms under my pits and pulled her tight.
Feeling my iron will to flood her completely, she slapped my back in futile resistance.
"Gonna cum inside...! Get pregnant with our baby...!"
"R-really, no... If my husband finds out... Aaaang♥"
"Get pregnant!"
Spluuuurt spluuuurt
"Nooooo...♥"
Feeling her womb twitch as it accepted my spurting cum, I held our hips flush until I finished.
"Seriously, why... I made you feel so good..."
Mae So-hyang grumbled resentfully. From her view, this one-sided deal was absurd, but for me, external ejaculation was unthinkable except in true emergencies.
"Sorry, couldn't hold back..."
She glared at me from arm's length with puffed-up cheeks.
I averted my eyes slyly, and she finally sighed in resignation.
"Can't be helped. It's all because of me..."
Because you're pretty?
She trailed off, but despite the fuss, her face suddenly looked satisfied.
Did she want me to creampie her against her protests? Who knows...
I promised her contraceptives again, then started thrusting into her hole as it lewdly coiled around my still-hard cock.