Chapter 225
Chapter 225
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 225
Chapter Title: What Can't Be Done? (1)
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Eon So-young felt a strange sensation.
Of course, it was she herself who had asked her young husband to embrace her daughter.
It might seem a bit unreasonable, but it was a decision born from her desire for her daughter to at least understand the joys of nighttime pleasures before choosing her own path in life.
So what on earth was this feeling?
"So-young... are you really okay with this?"
The man cautiously gauged her reaction as he took her hand. Who would ever guess that this same person turned into a tyrant at night?
"What if I'm not?"
Despite having forcibly claimed this woman as his own, he let go of her hand at her single retort, fidgeting anxiously.
Eon So-young watched him with a puzzled expression, and the man snapped his fingers, unleashing a burst of Finger Wind toward the side.
"Wh-what are you..."
Thud.
The silent, insidious Finger Wind flew without a sound and struck the acupoint of the guard watching them from afar. The guard crumpled unceremoniously to the ground.
He was a first-rate upper-level expert at best.
Even massive sects rarely had more than about twenty peak experts, so that level was respectable.
But no one could withstand a deliberate sneak attack from a true peak expert.
Eon So-young, utterly flustered, felt the man grab her hand again and pull her firmly toward him. She could have resisted easily but chose not to.
"Hoo..."
As his hot lips met her soft ones and his strong arms wrapped around her back, Eon So-young finally understood the meaning behind his impulsive action.
Their tongues intertwined softly, and by the time their saliva had mingled noticeably, Eon So-young tapped lightly on his back, where her arms were also embracing him.
His arms, wrapped around her like shackles, released obediently, and as she saw his eyes checking her expression, she let out a contented sigh.
"Haa... what if someone sees?"
"That's why I put him to sleep."
She sighed openly, but knowing it was his way of quickly soothing her, Eon So-young felt her heart fill with warmth.
And only then did she realize the true nature of her subtle feeling.
"I wasn't planning to use it often, though. Just once in a while, so don't worry too much..."
"Thank you, but no more while we're here."
He'd probably fallen asleep without even realizing he was under attack, but there was no guarantee it would work every time.
'Still, I've got a good excuse now.'
She might not even need to persuade Namgung Hye in advance.
Eon So-young delayed waking the guard just a little longer, fiddling with the man's hand and smiling softly.
Around that time, at the Peng Family in Hebei.
The family head, whose core energy had been damaged and who couldn't wield his full power for a while, had entered secluded training for a swift recovery.
Yang Ha-jeong, acting as family head in his stead, was busy reorganizing the family's forces while scaling back external deployments to bolster the weakened main house.
Even delegating disciple management to Young Lady Peng Wol as acting young lady, she still had to wrestle with the paperwork herself.
'At least the family head finished his seclusion...!'
Yang Ha-jeong breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing the news from the Namgung Family.
No matter how much she reinforced and repositioned, the forces were still weakened. Without the family head filling the gap, anxiety was inevitable.
At least the experts dispatched urgently from the Tang Family right after the incident allowed the Peng Family to rebuild their strength as quickly as possible—a silver lining in the misfortune.
"We'll soon need to prepare to send them back to the Tang Family, so keep that in mind."
"Yes, Mother."
Once her stepson Peng Wol and the disciples withdrew, Yang Ha-jeong could finally relax her shoulders.
It was true that working together had warmed her relationship with her son considerably, but she couldn't drop her dignity in front of the other disciples.
The family head would return to his position soon, which would greatly lighten her burden.
[Matriarch, a guest has arrived.]
Yang Ha-jeong frowned slightly at the voice from outside but asked calmly.
"Who from where? Is it the merchant caravan from the Yoo Clan a day early?"
[Th-that... They only said their nephew came to see their aunt, and you'd know.]
"Nephew?"
Her weary mind sluggishly sifted through memories of her nephews.
Suddenly, the term "aunt" jogged her memory, and she finally recalled someone.
[If you have no idea...]
"No, I'll come out. Prepare! Where should I... no, where are they?"
[We've brought them inside and are attending in the guest hall.]
"Tell them I'm coming right away!"
Yang Ha-jeong hurriedly prepared and rushed to the guest hall, even using lightfoot technique.
"Aunt, it's been far too long."
Yang Ha-jeong bowed hastily to the woman in her early thirties, who greeted her with a bright smile.
"Y-you... no, Nephew, how did you get here...!"
"To see my aunt, of course. What else?"
The woman revealed no further identity. Yang Ha-jeong wisely adjusted her address but couldn't abandon her deference.
Yang Ha-jeong's clan was the Shandong Yang Family, mostly serving in government martial roles.
Before marriage, under her high-ranking martial official father's orders, she had once served as bodyguard to the woman before her.
"Aunt, you're as beautiful as ever. I should have learned martial arts back then, no matter what it took."
"How could someone of your noble status..."
"Tsk. What aunt speaks to her nephew that way?"
Yang Ha-jeong was stunned to see the child who once called her "aunt" grown into a full woman, and could only bow her head.
Though inwardly she thought no nephew would speak so casually to an aunt.
The woman sighed as Yang Ha-jeong neither acknowledged nor responded, lowering her voice.
"Fine. Enough dodging."
Only then did Yang Ha-jeong meet her eyes and listen intently.
"I need your help, Aunt."
Unable to fathom what aid this 20-year-old connection might require, Yang Ha-jeong leaned in to the Holy Flame Princess's whisper.
As night fell, I secretly headed to the place Eon So-young had told me about.
I asked why the location changed, but she just confidently told me not to worry, without explanation.
I didn't know the source of her confidence, but even if it fell through, it'd just be a minor disappointment—no big deal.
What mattered more was seeing Eon So-young's face relaxed.
'If it's not there, oh well, whatever.'
Dismissing it as karmic backlash from my rushed actions, I soon arrived at an old building.
Though time's marks couldn't be erased, it seemed well-maintained. I slipped inside, spotted the bedroom, and headed there.
Something about the building felt oddly unique, but I couldn't pinpoint why.
Creeeak.
As I slowly opened the door, I saw someone sitting up and opened my mouth to apologize to Namgung Hye first.
"...Huh?"
But my words caught in my throat. There was more than one person rising.
If it had been Huangbo Jun, I could've called it a nasty prank...
"So-young, what are you doing here?"
I'd never once touched Eon So-young due to the ironclad guards, so seeing her here together was unimaginable.
"What are you doing here?"
Namgung Hye bristled angrily. The two women had been sleeping in the same bed.
'Why on earth?'
And from Namgung Hye's reaction, it didn't seem like they'd coordinated this.
"I called the young lord."
"What? Why...!"
Eon So-young beckoned me over, and I approached her side. What was she planning...?
"M-Mother!"
My pants were yanked down in an instant, and Namgung Hye screamed, whipping her head away.
"What's wrong? It's not like it's your first time seeing it..."
"Wh-what are you thinking? If you're calling that man, why am I... don't tell me!"
"No, that's not it. I told you before, haven't I? I have no intention of forcing you."
"Eek... So-young... wait just...!"
In this absurd situation, even my dick lacked the spirit to get hard, but Eon So-young's soft touch exposed it anyway.
My shriveled little guy soon regained its proud majesty, and with her head still turned, Namgung Hye spoke up.
"Th-then I'll go! You said you won't force me, so you won't stop me if I leave, right?"
"Of course not. Do as you like."
Namgung Hye grabbed her clothes to flee the room the moment the words left her mouth, but Eon So-young clearly had no intention of letting her off easily.
"Be careful not to be seen. If you can't explain to them why you're leaving, Hye-ah."
I didn't know the full story, but that gentle voice masked a blatant threat.
Otherwise, Namgung Hye wouldn't have frozen in shocked horror.
"Why are you doing this? I'm your daughter..."
"Listen."
Eon So-young informed Namgung Hye that just once tonight would guarantee conception.
"What do you think? Isn't it wiser to ensure success tonight than let all your past efforts go to waste?"
Namgung Hye seemed torn. If it were me saying it, she'd dismiss it as a scam, but coming from Eon So-young, she gave it some credibility.
While she hesitated, Eon So-young kept stroking my dick relentlessly.
Our eyes met as she glanced up slyly, and I realized her intent, stiffening my cock straight up to my navel.
"N-no way, Mother too...?"
"What's there that can't be done? Now, choose."
Eon So-young apparently wanted to try mother-daughter donburi this time. Was this what they called knowing her tastes well?
No, probably just curiosity about what her daughter would do.
"Th-then... just once... just one time, right...?"
Namgung Hye finally succumbed to Eon So-young's coaxing. Great for me, but...
'She seemed reluctant when the idea first came up...'
How did Eon So-young steer it to mother-daughter territory?
I had no way of knowing. And my excited dick in this mother-daughter setup cared nothing for my questions.