Chapter 227
Chapter 227
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 227
Chapter Title: What Can't You Do? (3)
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Eon So-young lay there, drenched in sweat, watching her young husband entwine with her daughter.
From an objective standpoint, her husband was a hopeless playboy. She already knew for certain of at least three women in his life.
Yet Eon So-young had never worried too much about it, because the type of woman her husband desired had rather specific qualities.
To put it bluntly, if limited to women her age, Eon So-young was confident she wouldn't easily lose out in beauty to anyone—and she figured her competition would be slim as a result.
Though she herself hadn't realized it.
"Hahk...! Ahhat♥"
But the daughter now offering her rear to the man and taking his manhood inside possessed a beauty that was unmistakably younger and more vibrant than her own.
When she'd heard he wanted to bed her daughter—a girl he'd ignored until now—the subtle emotion Eon So-young had felt was fear that her calculations were crumbling.
'But it's okay.'
That emotion, unknown even to her and even more so to him, had crystallized into awareness before she could fully grasp it—and now it was resolved.
Her daughter was the special case; her husband's tastes and affections remained unchanged. With that certainty, she could watch the two overlap in comfort.
'Still... it's a bit embarrassing after all.'
The sight of her daughter—who looked just like her—baring her slender form, accepting his manhood, and crying out in ecstasy was enough to flush even her cheeks, seasoned as she was.
The man gripped her daughter's slim waist tightly and mercilessly thrust his manhood between those tiny buttocks.
Watching it stirred memories of how it had churned inside her moments ago, and Eon So-young felt the sensation in her lower abdomen sharpen, semen still oozing thickly from her.
Squish... squish... squish... squish...
"Sl-slow down, just a little...! Hngh♥"
"I can't hold back...!"
Namgung Hye pleaded desperately, her ears flushed crimson, her upper body nearly collapsing to the floor—but the man's hips didn't slow.
Eon So-young watched them, her hand slyly slipping between her thighs.
The relatively composed Namgung Hye writhed in pleasure as he continued thrusting and grinding against her folds.
Her wriggling insides twisted every which way, teasing my cock with ticklish delight, but I had no leisure to dwell on it.
Why? Because it was a mother-daughter combo platter.
My rod, freshly soaked in Eon So-young's juices, was now savoring the tight grip of her daughter's pussy.
"Aang♥ Why, why so rough... Hng♥"
"Because Hye-mie is turning me on...!"
For someone begging to slow down, Namgung Hye shook her ass enticingly, clenching around my cock all the while.
Each deep thrust made her buttocks spasm, and on instinct, I reached out, pressing my index finger lightly against the tight ring between them.
"Wh-what are you touching?!"
Namgung Hye recoiled in horror, but a gentle rub with my cock had her moaning and crumbling again.
Seizing the moment, I teased that cute, chrysanthemum-like hole with my thumb as it winked open.
"N-not there, I said...! Kyaaang!"
With one hand occupied on her ass, her guard slipped—she twisted her waist to escape, but no chance.
I pressed my body atop her sprawled form on the bed, pinning her flat. Perks of fucking a martial artist.
Sliiiide...
"Hnnngh... It's dirty there...!"
Sure enough, Namgung Hye protested more about my thumb dipping into her ass than my weight. Martial artists for the win.
"It's not dirty. Is there any filthy spot on Hye-mie's body?"
"Just stop already...! Haaang♥"
A slight bend of my thumb prodded her inner walls, and the novel spasms of her pussy felt incredible.
I wanted to savor it longer, but with her squirming in resistance, I quickly withdrew my finger.
"Hng♥ I told you to stop...!"
"That winking hole is just too cute..."
"What kind of nonsense... Hngh♥ Nooo...!"
I slammed my hips down, lightly lifting her hair as I whispered.
"No more messing around. I'll focus solely on impregnating Hye-mie. That good enough?"
"N-no... I mean, it's not...!"
Namgung Hye started to retort, then faltered, suddenly recalling that was her goal all along.
Her mind lost to the smooth thrusting cock was another reason for her fluster.
I grabbed her waist, hoisting her ass up again. Her pink hole, stuffed full with my cock, filled my view. I steeled myself.
'Definite impregnation.'
She had a husband, but one who'd never known the taste of her pussy—mine alone. The thought of flooding it with seed to knock her up sent shivers down my spine.
Squelch... squelch... squelch... squelch...♥
"Hnnngh♥"
"Right here... where Hye-mie will conceive my child...!"
I stroked her belly as I whispered. When this slim midriff swelled with pregnancy, could I really fuck her with a belly out?
The odds were slimmer than with other women, but just imagining it made my cock throb to burst.
"V-vulgar...!"
"Your belly growing, breasts swelling, body transforming to nurture my child..."
"Y-your child, hngh♥ No...!"
Namgung Hye shot back in a trembling voice. I couldn't see her face, but she was surely pouting fiercely.
If she had the spare capacity beyond her cock-drunk expression, that is.
"Sure, the child will be of the Huangbo Family."
"Y-yes. I'll raise it properly, nothing like you...!"
"But it'll be born of my seed all the same."
I could feel it at my tip. Her body was ready—primed to accept my seed and bear fruit.
No matter how her mind denied it, I was certain her body had fully memorized my cock.
"That child is mine...! No one in the Huangbo Family will know, not even including that child—but you and Huangbo So-hyeop will... my child...!"
"D-don't say it...! Ahk♥"
I plastered myself to her back, relentlessly grinding my cock deep. Even if she tried pulling away, no escape now.
"Conceive my baby...!"
My lower body, packed tight with sticky folds, twitched on the verge as I pounded away.
I slammed my abdomen against her plump cheeks once more.
"You're becoming a mother...!"
"Aaaaang♥"
Spurt... spuuurt... splurt...
At my final whisper, Namgung Hye clenched her pussy. Unlike her upper body's indignant cries, her depths dutifully milked my semen.
I rammed my cock home, unleashing a torrent into her womb—brimming with baby-making essence and the inner energy to shield it.
The sensation of that guaranteed-impregnation load pouring out felt fundamentally different from seed filtered through the Pure Seed Technique.
'Semen that will definitely impregnate...!'
Unless Huangbo Jun miraculously recovered, Namgung Hye would know only my cock her whole life. The thought made my groin tighten further.
Namgung Hye glared up at me with dissatisfied eyes but held her tongue—more pressing matters at hand.
"...This really works, right?"
This whole romp had been for impregnation. If it failed, it'd be a farce.
What then?
"So far, it seems solid, but..."
"What?!"
She gaped in shock at my words.
"I invented it, after all... Never actually tested it much."
Why test on someone if it worked? No point knocking up just one woman repeatedly.
Sure, I could kidnap civilian girls for samples, but that'd make me a martial world pariah overnight.
"Th-then..."
"It should work. But if you're still uneasy..."
I trailed off, but she caught my drift—pressing a hand to her forehead, steadying her breath before speaking.
"What do you even think women are?"
"But Hye-mie enjoyed it too, right?"
"Not at all!"
We both knew it was a lie, but she denied it vehemently.
"If you hate it, fine... But tell me if you change your mind."
She turned her head away without a word, but her silence—no defiant "never"—suggested she was a little tempted.
I turned back to Eon So-young, channeling the Pure Seed Technique to unload freely inside her.
'Huh...?'
But Eon So-young's expression was off. Already on edge from last time, what now...?
[Since when did you get so casual with Hye-ah?]
Thankfully, she explained via transmission.
[You only use formal speech with me...]
Unable to say it aloud for her daughter's ears, she pouted cutely via transmission. I pulled her into my arms and whispered back.
[Feeling neglected because I only use formal with you...? Should I switch to casual?]
Truth be told, I'd mixed casual in often, but if she wanted full casual, no big deal.
My women were all older, so formal was the baseline—but I never insisted on it.
[It's not that... I was just curious why formal only with me.]
[No real reason. Worried it'd slip in front of others.]
Switching to casual mid-crisis with a martial senior? Disaster if overheard.
Eon So-young nodded, convinced, but I asked once more.
[Casual from now on? Whatever you prefer.]
[W-well then...]
She clasped her hands, tilting her head thoughtfully before replying.
[Just for today...]
Fair enough. I nodded, released her from the embrace, and seized her slender ankles, spreading her legs wide.
"Kyaa!"
Eon So-young let out a delighted squeal, glancing at my cock.
This time, at the rod still rigid despite being a mess of her daughter's juices and my semen.
"Beast...♥"
"If I'm a beast, what does that make my beastly wife?"
I didn't wait for an answer, pressing my tip against her crimson pussy, where my seed still leaked.
The sweet pleasure of her fleshy hole welcoming me again was exquisite.