Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: This Is Just Information Gathering...♥ (2)
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The meeting with the Tang Family head ended on a rather bland note.
He flashed a hearty laugh, spouting compliments like how handsome and promising his son was, but it was all so transparently superficial.
I'd gone in somewhat prepared for it, so it didn't faze me much, but Zhuge Mi-ryeong looked genuinely hurt.
"That's exactly why I told Aunt Hwa not to marry that kind of man."
She cut herself off, saying it felt wrong to badmouth the host in his own home, but it was clear she harbored a deep grudge against the Tang Family head.
After finishing the pleasantries, we returned to our lodgings, where Go Cheon was waiting.
"Father, don't we have some business to discuss?"
"Indeed, my son. Let's have a man-to-man talk."
The moment our eyes met, Zhuge Mi-ryeong grabbed at him with brimming curiosity, but Go Cheon was merciless.
"This is a conversation only men can understand."
He bulldozed through with that ridiculous excuse and forcibly pried her off before heading outside.
We walked for a good while until we reached a building in a particularly remote corner of the Tang Family grounds.
It was just as finely constructed as the others, yet it carried an oddly eerie chill.
There, I came face-to-face with Peng Yeon-hwa, glaring daggers like, Well, go on and explain yourself properly.
I'd hoped Go Cheon would give her a straightforward explanation, but unexpectedly, the first thing out of his mouth was a scolding aimed at me.
"Can't you use sound transmission?"
"...I never learned it."
"How does a master of your caliber not know sound transmission? What kind of person is your master, anyway?"
Peng Yeon-hwa jumped in too.
I couldn't very well say my master was the Blood Demon Lee Ja-seong and that I'd been too busy fleeing to Sichuan to dodge the Sword Saint to learn it, so I fudged the truth.
"My master was a recluse who passed away a few years ago. Back then, my martial arts weren't advanced enough to learn sound transmission."
"...I'll teach you later, so use it for conversations next time. With your skill, you'll pick it up in no time. We can't keep coming out here like this every time."
"Yes, ma'am."
Neither seemed fully convinced, but with no time to press further, the conversation shifted gears.
"You'll have to play my son for a while."
"...How long exactly?"
Right, that was the key question. I couldn't spend my life pretending to be this man's son.
"Until my wife can accept reality."
"Agency Head, that might be a bit tricky, don't you think?"
Peng Yeon-hwa cut in.
"How can she accept reality with a son right in front of her eyes?"
I agreed completely. To face reality, you have to confront it—but a fake one blocking the view made that impossible.
"My wife is a smart woman."
"..."
"She's probably been thinking about it nonstop since the day Hyun's body returned. 'If only I'd made that choice back then.'"
Go Cheon rubbed his dry face and continued.
"She's been tormenting herself with reminders of something she needs to forget to move on—far more than I ever have."
"Agency Head..."
"It's not that she forgot or doesn't know. She just doesn't want to accept it. This young hero... what was your name again?"
He sure got to the point fast.
"Kang Yun."
"Every time she notices the differences between you, Young Hero Kang, and Hyun, she'll face reality bit by bit. She has to."
"So you're going to keep a guy whose name you didn't even know until five minutes ago as your son?"
"I know a person when I see one. I believe that someone with power who can listen, accept, and yield when the other side is right can't be fundamentally evil."
Damn it. So he'd seen and heard everything when I pretended to show up late and grabbed that guy who'd stiffed us on the payment by the collar.
"Don't I get a say in this?"
"You said you have no master, right? And you're practicing the Orthodox Path arts?"
This guy's sharp as a tack.
I nodded in affirmation.
"Whether it's the technique or you're just slow, your movements are sluggish compared to your internal energy."
He even noticed that? I haven't used a single martial technique the whole time.
My jaw dropped at his offer, and it dropped even further when I heard the details.
"I'll fix that imbalance for you. If needed, I can even teach you some swordsmanship."
Any other martial artist would've stamped a contract on the spot.
Go Cheon was at least an upper-tier peak master, by conservative estimate—above even Huangbo Hyo-seon, who seemed mid-tier.
Guidance from a master like that was a privilege in itself.
But I was different.
My master wasn't actually dead, and my internal energy had formed in just a month, so unless it was some elite instructor, matching my form execution to my energy level wouldn't be easy.
And my energy would only grow from here.
Plus, martial etiquette-wise, I wasn't sure if it was proper for someone with a master to eagerly accept another person's teachings.
I might be able to if I got permission from my master, but...
"Could you give me some time to think it over?"
"...Are you asking for more than this? Interested in the escort agency? Or perhaps..."
Before Go Cheon, looking utterly baffled, could throw in more conditions, I waved it off.
"No, that's not it. It's a fantastic offer, but I just need time to consider..."
"...Do as you like. Lady Peng, what do you think?"
Go Cheon seemed fine with whatever, as long as I played the son role well.
But Peng Yeon-hwa was skeptical.
"Mi-ryeong's husband is Agency Head Go. I know I'm in no position to interfere."
"Not at all. I'll heed the opinion of Lady Peng, who is closest to my wife."
Even as he said he'd listen, Go Cheon subtly implied he held the final say.
"I'm not sure if this method will work. But will Mi-ryeong truly face reality?"
Peng Yeon-hwa glanced between me and Go Cheon.
"You two look very alike. Young Hero Kang here must resemble Hyun a lot too."
Did we? This burly middle-aged guy and me? Sure, I was built, but nothing like Go Cheon.
"Mi-ryeong is wise, but her wisdom will let her rationalize avoiding reality all too easily. That's what worries me."
"Does my wife really need to wake from the dream?"
Peng Yeon-hwa instantly grasped the implication, her face flushing as she spoke.
"You're saying to let her keep treating a man who's neither son nor anything as her real son?"
"Is that so bad? I could even formally adopt him if needed."
Yeah, my opinion's out the window now, huh?
"I wouldn't know. If that's what Agency Head Go wants, I couldn't stop you. And it would be cruel to force her to realize the son she believes is hers is just an adopted one."
I'm not adopted yet...
"Just keep this in mind. If I ever judge him a harmful presence to Mi-ryeong while I'm around..."
"No need to worry. I won't overlook that either."
"I'll make sure not to become a harmful presence..."
With my feeble response, the conversation wrapped up.
Feeble as it was, I didn't actually think the situation was so bad.
Pretending to be someone else's son wasn't ideal, but no milf enthusiast would turn down a setup surrounded by hot milfs.
"From now on, call me Father and Lady Peng here your aunt."
But would the day ever come when I could bed Peng Yeon-hwa? She felt stronger than Go Cheon, somehow.
Unless she bent over and begged for it herself, I lacked the guts to try.
I repeated "Father" and "Aunt" as Go Cheon instructed while inwardly envisioning a dubious future.
The day ended, and deep into the night.
A shadow slipped into the guest lodgings prepared for visitors. It was Tang Hye-won.
Tang Hye-won took a long, tense breath and slowly stepped forward.
This was her first time using the Silent Clothes inherited from the previous Silver Wing Captain. She had no idea what principle erased the sound.
She knew sneaking into lodgings with a master like Go Cheon was insanely risky, but the Silent Clothes made it possible.
Still, her nerves were on edge. Even her heartbeat felt deafening.
Standing before the fake Go Hyeon's bedroom, she pulled out another tool.
The Silent Cloth, made from the same material interwoven with heavenly silkworm thread.
Some predecessors had used this broad fabric to create instant torture chambers by sealing off spaces, but Tang Hye-won had never tried it for that.
Anyway, it absorbed and erased nearby sounds, making it perfect for situations like this.
Confident it would fully soundproof even loosely draped around the fake Go Hyeon's quarters, she opened the window, lit some Dream Illusion Herb, and blew the smoke inside.
Dream Illusion Herb wouldn't instantly knock out someone already awake; they'd recover quickly otherwise.
But she'd fed Go Hyeon a medicinal broth good for wound recovery, laced with sleep aids. He should be out cold.
'Now, just wait one incense stick...'
One incense stick—plenty of time for desires to ripen in dreams.
Tang Hye-won already felt her lower body trembling. The sensation of that cock plunging painfully deep, reaching past her navel.
She kept telling herself otherwise, but Tang Hye-won was falling astonishingly fast for the pleasure that cock brought.
As she waited out the incense stick, a sudden realization hit her.
When Go Hyeon woke, he'd charge like yesterday, tearing at her clothes. The Silent Clothes weren't easily ripped, but what if?
She couldn't risk damaging a heirloom passed down through generations.
Still half an incense stick left, but she entered the smoke-filled room anyway.
'Can't let it rip...'
Repeating it to herself once more, Tang Hye-won began undoing her tightly wrapped garments.
Swish...
Slipping off her top revealed massive breasts, usually hidden by her hunched shoulders.
Pulling down her bottoms exposed smooth legs and plump hips glowing white in the moonlight.
A woman stripping before a man about to leap up with a raging erection, ready to take him in.
The depraved thrill of turning into a whore sent shivers down her spine.
Then, the man's steady, slow breathing changed. He was waking.
Tang Hye-won shed her usual grim expression, waiting with a lascivious smile as he stirred.
Her expectant gaze poured onto the cock twitching upright, but...
"Huh?"
The man didn't budge. Tang Hye-won panicked.
'What's going on?'
Burnt out after just one day? She could hardly believe this was the same man who'd shoved his primal lust at her, demanding endless mating.
His unfocused eyes meant he hadn't regained reason. Yet he still wouldn't move, making her anxious.
'How... how...'
He was staring at her like he was nailed in place—not disinterested, clearly.
Stomping her feet, she noticed her jiggling breasts and his cock twitching in response, sparking an idea.
"C-could it be..."
Slowly approaching the bed, Tang Hye-won climbed on and lay down.
Then, like a beast in heat, she got on all fours, ass raised, head turned back as she said,
"L-like this...?"
The man lunged like a wild animal, latching onto her waist.
"Kyaa, kyaaak!"
Ignoring her shrill scream, he hastily aimed his cock at her entrance.
With Tang Hye-won subtly shifting her hips to help, it easily slipped into her sopping wet cavern.
Squuuish
"Haang...♥"
The sensation of her insides filling up drew a lewd moan from Tang Hye-won.
"Th-this is it...♥"
A cock far bigger and harder than her husband's, hips thrusting like a beast in rut—that's what it was.
It had dominated her thoughts all day.
"Y-you want to ravage me, right? A woman you can't resist fucking?"
"Get pregnant... have my baby..."
It was a reply of sorts, or maybe not, but Tang Hye-won didn't care.
Using a young, firm man's body as her masturbation tool—nothing more luxurious.
This overheated body would embrace her countless times tonight, no doubt.
His strong arms clamped her waist like he'd never let her escape—pure bliss.
But her mouth still spun excuses.
"Th-this is just intelligence gathering...♥ I'll uncover everything tonight...♥"
No one to hear the excuse, it vanished under the wet slaps of her pussy clinging obscenely to his cock.