Chapter 239
Chapter 239
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 239
Chapter Title: If You Grant My Request (2)
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Huangbo Jun stood awkwardly in front of me, hesitating.
What was this? Honestly, it felt uncomfortable.
"What is it?"
When I asked, Huangbo Jun lowered his gaze, seeming to wrestle with his thoughts for a moment before finally speaking.
"I've heard the rough details from Hye-mae."
"...Is that so?"
I could understand why his face was so grim.
He was the one who had dragged me into this precisely because he didn't want to part with Namgung Hye in the first place. Naturally, he couldn't be pleased to hear that the divorce was now finalized.
But if that was the case, why had he accepted the divorce now?
"When I asked Hye-mae, she said the young hero isn't planning to marry her right away. Might I hear the reason?"
"Ah... that's a bit difficult. It's a personal matter..."
I couldn't mention Eon So-young or the other women, and fabricating some other reasonable excuse wasn't easy either.
"I see. Well, nothing to be done then."
But that didn't seem to be the main point, as Huangbo Jun shook his head and spoke again.
"As you're probably well aware, if we publicly annul the marriage while sweeping my... indiscretions under the rug, Hye-mae will face all sorts of suspicions in the Jianghu. And for a woman, that would be quite a heavy burden."
I knew that too. Even if I ended up taking her in the end, the gossip from others wouldn't leave her unscathed.
Above all, relations between the Namgung Family and the Huangbo Family were likely to cool dramatically. The higher-ups might understand the circumstances, but the underlings wouldn't.
If I just went ahead and married her immediately, I'd simply be branded a 'romantic playboy' and that would be the end of it, which would probably bother him even more.
"I can't know the exact details, but even taking all that into account, is your reason so grave that you can't marry Hye-mae?"
He was kind—impossibly so. Whatever the reason behind his decision to divorce, it certainly wasn't because he disliked Namgung Hye.
I could tell just from the lingering attachment practically oozing from him.
"...Yes."
But I had other women I was responsible for as well.
Namgung Hye was one of them, but I didn't want to rashly decide to marry her right away and force the others to sacrifice.
I didn't know yet, but somehow, I'd find a way...
"Then, I have one proposal—or rather, a plea. If you'll grant it..."
His words that followed made me doubt my own ears. But if he really followed through, it would be an outcome I couldn't ask for more from.
"Are you sure that's alright? What about your family's elders...?"
"I'll handle that, so don't worry. Will you do it? Just give me your answer."
A strange, gloomy fervor burned in the eyes fixed on me.
I gave him my reply.
Night fell once more.
Namgung Hye tossed and turned. The reason she couldn't sleep was that the spot beside her, where she lay, was empty.
'Young master...'
She and Huangbo Jun had parted ways. She didn't know why he'd accepted it so readily, but Namgung Hye believed her betrayal was the primary reason for the split.
She had realized that the affection she felt for Huangbo Jun was fundamentally different from a woman's romantic love, but her fondness for him hadn't vanished.
Thinking that the man who used to lie beside her on the same bed was now sleeping in a different room from the start made sleep impossible.
Knock knock.
Lost in such sentiments, Namgung Hye bolted upright at the sound of someone tapping on the window.
The only person who would enter her bedroom through the window was obvious.
"Kang... young hero?"
[That's right, it's me.]
Namgung Hye hesitantly opened the window, and the man vaulted inside with a light movement.
He immediately pulled her, still in her nightclothes, into an embrace.
"Did I wake you?"
"I wasn't asleep yet..."
Namgung Hye mocked her own sly heart. She could feel the joy of the man coming to see her slowly overtaking the tenderness she'd felt for Huangbo Jun just moments ago.
The firm body naturally embracing her gave her a profound sense of security, as if she were being protected.
As his masculine scent filled her nostrils, Namgung Hye cautiously reached around to hug his back.
"Wh-why at this hour...?"
"Why do you think?"
She already knew the answer perfectly well but pretended otherwise.
As the woman who had been worrying about Huangbo Jun moments before, she at least wanted to protect her conscience tonight by not giving in to the man.
"...Not tonight. Please go back..."
She felt the arm around her shoulders slacken slightly. He was clearly disappointed.
"Sorry, just for tonight... you understand, right?"
Namgung Hye gently patted his back to soothe him. At that moment, his whispering voice reached her ear.
"Sorry."
"No, it's my fault for refusing... Eek?"
His arm slid under her thighs, lifting her up, and only then did Namgung Hye grasp the situation.
"Wh-why are you doing this... I asked you to hold back just one day..."
"Sorry, but tonight, I have to."
Namgung Hye tried to pry his hands off her, but they wouldn't budge. The arms that had so firmly protected her now held her immobile, carrying her all the way to the bed.
Once laid on the bed, she couldn't stop his hasty hands from stripping off her clothes.
Her thin nightclothes and undergarments were peeled away, leaving her naked in his grasp in an instant.
She couldn't understand why he was acting this way, but she didn't dare raise her voice and instead quietly protested to him.
"R-really, why are you...?"
The man, who had been undressing himself, paused for a moment and said,
"...Later, when there's a chance, I'll tell you."
Not even a firm promise to explain? But since Namgung Hye was also in an awkward position where she couldn't easily voice her own reluctance, the partial understanding only frustrated her more.
Under the moonlight, the man's sturdy yet sleek physique came into view.
And at its center, his manhood already stood rigidly erect—an absurd situation where she couldn't help but let her eyes drift there despite trying to look away.
Memories of carnal pleasure flooded her against her will, impossible to suppress with mere fondness.
"Just tonight, go along with me. Next time, I'll follow your lead, Hye-mae. Okay?"
In the end, she'd have no choice but to yield to his wishes. Even if she refused, he'd cling and coax her until she gave in.
That was the excuse for denying her sentimental self and melting into his embrace.
Huangbo Jun watched the two naked figures with wide eyes.
He had secretly slipped into the formerly empty adjacent room to witness Kang Yun keeping his promise.
<Even if I have to bear the infamy myself, convince the entire Jianghu that the marriage's cancellation is my fault, not Hye-mae's.>
In exchange for watching their affair—even if secretly—Huangbo Jun's proposal had left Kang Yun visibly flustered, but he had ultimately accepted.
Since his martial prowess outstripped Namgung Hye's, there was no way she could detect him with his presence fully suppressed and hidden.
"Yes, like that... good girl..."
And there was Namgung Hye, kneeling before the man with her pretty mouth open wide around his manhood.
Huangbo Jun's own manhood swelled beyond measure upon learning that the fairy-like beauty had come to perform such acts without his knowledge.
'Hye-mae, Hye-mae...!'
Namgung Hye pulled the manhood from her mouth and began licking it with her tongue extended.
Her delicate hands gripped his log-like thighs as she lapped at it as if savoring and melting a piece of candy.
The same Namgung Hye who had smiled softly while speaking of wanting a happy life raising children now clung to the man's body like a harlot.
Rustle, rustle.
Unable to resist the thrill of voyeurism, Huangbo Jun slowly undid his pants.
Inferior to the man's by far, but his manhood, swollen to its limit, filled his hand.
What would her mouth feel like? Her tongue? Entirely unlike the callused grip from years of sword practice— the mere imagination felt so good it nearly buckled his waist.
"Ugh, Hye-mae...!"
At that moment, he saw Namgung Hye take the manhood deep into her mouth once more, engulfing it to a considerable depth.
He worried her throat might hurt from going so deep, but she sucked vigorously at the man's manhood while her deft hands caressed the parts her mouth couldn't reach.
Just from the man's ecstatic moans escaping his lips, he could imagine the immense pleasure it brought.
"Hye-mae, I'm about to...! Ngh...!"
The man twitched all over as if unable to endure, while Namgung Hye's dainty head bobbed up and down energetically along his manhood.
Huangbo Jun frantically stroked his own, on the verge as well.
"Hye-mae, inside... take it all...!"
The man grabbed her head and pushed even deeper.
Huangbo Jun panicked at the sight but felt his lower body throb harder, instinctively stroking furiously with his hand.
"Cumming...!"
"Mmmph...!"
The man seemed to ejaculate. Namgung Hye flailed her hands in surprise, but Huangbo Jun used even that as fuel for his arousal, twisting his waist.
And Huangbo Jun came too.
Splurt, spluuurt.
It was an enormous release. More semen than he'd ever produced even in his most intense solo sessions.
His abdomen felt utterly emptied, and spasms wracked his waist as he caught his breath.
"S-sorry, Hye-mae. You okay?"
Realizing too late that he'd forced her head too deep in the heat of passion, the man quickly released her head and pulled his manhood from her mouth.
And Huangbo Jun saw it.
Namgung Hye's face, buried forcibly in the man's crotch, thick semen drooling from her nose and mouth as she gazed with dazed eyes.
The haphazard flood spilling from her mouth made the amount on his hand and the wall—which he'd deemed impressive—look like the difference between a lake and a pond.
"Cough... cough... really, you...?"
"My bad..."
Namgung Hye shot a glare at the man, who shrank back with his head bowed, but Huangbo Jun could easily see the affection brimming in her eyes.
A sense of defeat as a male washed over Huangbo Jun, aching in his chest, but strangely, his manhood stirred softly once more, eager to see how they'd entwine next.
The night was still long, and the man and woman's bodies were far from cooling.
The single secret spectator felt he could soothe his lower body plenty tonight.