Chapter 231
Chapter 231
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 231
Chapter Title: That Must Be What It Means? (2)
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The Tang Family had been like that, and so had the Peng Family, but the Namgung family—being one of the old prestigious houses—seemed to put real effort into the landscaping too.
Even to my untrained eyes, the gardens were obviously meticulously maintained, and spots like this pavilion, built by digging out an entire pond, gave off an almost mystical vibe.
Just standing in the center of that pavilion by the edge of a modest little pond made me feel like I was right in the heart of nature.
Slurp... lick...
"Ah... there, that feels good...!"
I was leaning against one of the pavilion's pillars, getting my cock sucked by Namgung Hye.
The sensation of her saliva-slick tongue gliding over my entire shaft, spreading her spit like she was painting it on, had my hips twitching involuntarily.
Namgung Hye had resisted at first, saying she didn't want to, but once she saw me moaning, she started working her tongue harder, probing and poking at the spots that made me react.
"You're doing great, right there, along the vein... ugh...!"
Just as I'd instructed, she dragged her tongue up along the vein on my shaft, and my shoulders tensed as a jolt shot straight to the back of my neck.
She clearly didn't understand why she had to do this—her vibe was mostly reluctant compliance because I'd told her to.
But as I praised her bit by bit, I could see her tongue getting more active, which made her all the more endearing.
"Now take it in your mouth... yeah, that's it, good job..."
Gripping my thighs, she opened her mouth wide and took my cock inside.
It barely went in halfway, but the warm, sticky lining of her mouth and the gentle press of her tongue felt amazing.
"Slurp... what do I do with the part that won't fit...?"
"You can lick it again... or use your hand... urgh...!"
With the head still in her mouth, she started gently massaging my balls with her right hand.
Luckily, I'd already taught her they were sensitive, so her soft fingertips rubbed them clumsily but thoroughly.
I was dying to grab the back of her head and ram it down her throat like a pussy, but I had to hold back.
Push her too hard, and she might cross that line again like last time and slap me.
She didn't slack off with her mouth either. She shoved it in as deep as she could while rubbing the inside of her cheeks against my cock, doing her sincere best to make me feel good.
"Hye, I'm about to cum...!"
She flinched at my words. She knew full well she'd end up covered in semen if I blew my load right then.
"Stroke it with your hand, my cock..."
Relieved, she quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth and gripped it firmly with her soft hand, stroking gently.
The smooth palm gliding over my cock—nothing like the texture of a pussy—went on for a good while, until my impending climax hit its limit.
'Here it... comes...!'
"G-go ahead and cum as much as you want..."
What?
I whipped my head around like I'd just been slapped, staring at Namgung Hye's face.
She averted her eyes, but her flushed-red cheeks told me I hadn't misheard.
"Urgh...!"
The semen that had backed up in surprise surged forward again as she resumed stroking smoothly.
My cock, already at its limit, crumbled under her handjob assault.
Spluuurt spluuurt spluuuurt
"Ugh...!"
She caught the forceful spurts in her opposite palm.
Meanwhile, the hand on my cock kept rubbing, focusing on that vein I'd asked her to lick, squeezing out every last drop like it was milking me dry.
'Getting one-sidedly drained isn't really my thing...'
But ignoring her earnest effort would be rude, so I let her wring out until the very last drop.
"Satisfied?"
"...It felt good."
She nodded proudly at my answer. Somehow, it felt humiliating...!
As I mulled over the humiliation for a moment, I reached to hike up her skirt—only to freeze when I saw her staring intently at the semen coating her palm. I held my breath.
It wasn't like normal human cum; it was thicker, whiter, stickier—like beast semen or some kind of paste.
Watching her examine it so closely, I shut my mouth and observed what she'd do next...
Lick.
She licked it off with her tongue, tasting it. That was it—I couldn't hold back anymore. I yanked up her skirt and pulled down her panties.
Huangbo Jun finished his meal and exchanged just enough small talk with his in-laws to avoid seeming rude before excusing himself, worried about Namgung Hye.
As he hurried along, her voice reached his ears.
'Over here...?'
It was quite a ways from their quarters, so he felt puzzled but headed toward the sound anyway.
When he got there, he spotted the pavilion he'd passed a few times before. Drawing closer, he saw Namgung Hye leaning against it.
"My lady... what are you doing out here alone?"
"H-husband... ah...!"
"A-are you alright?"
"I'm fine... you don't need to worry, husband..."
Meanwhile, Namgung Hye was utterly flustered by Huangbo Jun's sudden appearance.
She'd expected he might worry, but why here of all places, instead of heading straight back to their room?
"Why aren't you resting in our quarters? Come down here first..."
"I-it's cool and comfortable here, sir. More importantly, how did you... get here?"
"I heard your voice and came to check. Were you with someone else?"
"W-well? I've been alone the whole time..."
Only then did she piece it together. He'd overheard her tussle with the man on his way by.
'Damn...!'
She desperately blocked the man, who—despite having cum once—was still shoving his erect cock at her pussy.
She feared someone might actually hear them if they fucked right there.
Squelch.
'Ah...!'
In the end, the man tried a compromise of sorts: hiding under her skirt.
"Just wait a moment, I'll come up there too..."
"W-wait a second!"
He was playing with her sopping pussy at will under the skirt, but from the side, it'd be obvious.
No way could her skirt fully conceal a hulking guy like him, so she hurriedly stopped Huangbo Jun.
"What's wrong?"
"W-well, you see..."
As she floundered, the man's voice transmission reached her ear.
"I-I want to try something..."
"Try something?"
Doubting if the transmission would even work on Huangbo Jun's puzzled expression, she finally spoke up.
"I-in foreign lands, they say lovers who can't be together recite love poems at the height of passion."
"Oh..."
Huangbo Jun smiled warmly and nodded like he got it. She was relieved his trick had worked, but a pang of guilt hit her too.
"Then allow me, humble as I am, to recite a verse."
As he cleared his throat and began reciting from the Book of Songs, the man's tongue and fingers relentlessly teased her pussy.
[Cut it out already...!]
He'd spread her folds with his fingers and thrust his tongue inside, swirling it around, or tease her sensitive spots with his breath. Her body jerked on its own.
She desperately stifled her moans so Huangbo Jun wouldn't hear, and by the time his heartfelt poem ended, she was catching her breath.
Luckily, to him, her flushed face and ragged breathing looked like she was savoring the poem's afterglow.
"Did you like it?"
"...Yes, husband."
Her eyes even glistened with tears, her face far more moved than he'd imagined.
"Then I'll come up now. I can't leave you alone after all..."
Huangbo Jun strode toward the stairs behind the pavilion.
Whether here or in their quarters, he planned to stay by her side watching over her until he was sure she was fully recovered.
Step by step, he climbed up beside her—and saw her face had gone pale as a ghost.
"Your color's worsened. We should head back to the quarters and rest. Have you had a physician check your pulse?"
"I-I'm really fine..."
She wasn't actually sick to begin with, so she shook her head stubbornly, but he persuaded her and eventually had a doctor examine her.
Of course, he had no idea that the moment he climbed up, the man who'd been under her skirt had vanished without a trace.
He just felt a strange heat stirring in his gut at the sight of her oddly flushed face.
I waited quietly in hiding until the two of them left the pavilion, then popped out.
Honestly, when Huangbo Jun showed up out of nowhere while I had my head buried under her skirt, lapping at her pussy, my heart nearly stopped.
I could've bailed when I sensed him approaching, but I hesitated, wondering if I should just stay hidden.
'He couldn't tell even right in front of him.'
Since he didn't notice his wife getting her pussy eaten out right there, I had her stall with a love serenade.
Huangbo Jun fell for it hook, line, and sinker, reciting his poem—giving me plenty of time to play with her cute little pussy.
Then, using the moment he turned toward the stairs, I slipped out by clinging to the outside of the pavilion.
It was a bit nerve-wracking, but fun as hell. Still, Namgung Hye clearly hated it, so trying it again might spark a real backlash.
'Sigh, too bad, but what can you do.'
I'd originally planned to meet Eon So-young, chat, then go to Namgung Hak and say I was taking her with me.
Running into Namgung Hye alone on the way had led to some outdoor fun, but now that I was satisfied, it was time to get back to business.
Shaking off the regret, I headed toward Eon So-young's quarters.