Chapter 252
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 252
Chapter Title: Didn't I Say Anything Goes? (3)
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"Haaah...! Hngh♥"
In front of a desk piled high with documents detailing the clinic's operations, the two were still letting out heated moans.
Yang Ha-jeong had already taken the man's release twice, yet here she was, once again wrapped in his arms.
As he held her, he peeled away the half-discarded clothes one by one, leaving her nearly naked as she sat astride his lap, embracing him face-to-face.
"Really, what if someone comes...! Aaang♥"
"No one's coming..."
Of course, even if someone did, experts of their caliber would sense it beforehand and handle it.
But in this situation—where if word got out, neither could show their face in the jianghu again—the man's leisurely indulgence in her body left Yang Ha-jeong uneasy.
If she had pressed Kang Yun on his carelessness, he would have shaken his head and pointed to her diligently bouncing hips.
"You'll come here every day from now on, right?"
"Yeah... hngh♥ probably..."
"Good..."
It would probably be just once in a while, squeezing it in when he could, but even that seemed to put him in a great mood.
Maybe that's why his hands gripped her soft buttocks more firmly, and his hips thrust deeper with greater force.
With his thorough lust—like devouring every last bit of the feast that was her—Yang Ha-jeong willingly surrendered her body.
'How long can this go on?'
Her profound inner energy delayed aging, but eventually, she would wither into an ugly old hag.
At thirty, he was still young; she had long passed fifty. The gap in their years was that vast.
That anxiety drove her to the conclusion: mate with him as much as possible while his desires burned.
She'd thought sometimes it might be better not to know. If it couldn't last, maybe blissful ignorance was happier.
'But I can't go back...!'
Too late now. She could never forget the pleasure of his massive shaft pounding her depths.
During his absences, she'd fingered her lonely folds countless times but never found satisfaction.
At least, while she still looked appealing to him, just once more...
"Young hero...!"
"I felt it too."
Someone was approaching. No aura to speak of, footsteps utterly irregular. Probably someone from the clinic.
"Y-Young hero?"
Yang Ha-jeong tried to pull away and grab her clothes in a panic, but realizing he wouldn't let her go, she thrashed in earnest.
"Just stay still, it'll be fine..."
"Someone's coming—what are you saying! Hurry and let me... haaah...!"
Her protests muffled by his lips, she pushed at him for real, but his heightened martial prowess made it impossible to shove him off by force.
Meanwhile, the footsteps drew nearer, stopping right at the door. In Yang Ha-jeong's mind, only two words loomed: utter ruin.
'What is he thinking...?'
[Lady Tang, could you spare a moment?]
"Lady Tang isn't in right now."
[Is that... Young Hero Kang?]
Their lips parted at last, but now Yang Ha-jeong couldn't make a sound.
Her buttocks, which had been slamming enthusiastically onto his shaft moments ago, had stilled—but his upward thrusts rendered it meaningless.
'No, nooo...!'
If that door opened, her shameful state would be exposed.
The thought of murder to silence him flashed briefly, but she desperately wanted to avoid that—and she wasn't confident she could leave no trace.
Her lower body, oblivious to her turmoil, clung slickly to his every motion, pleasuring his cock with rapt attention.
No— it squeezed even more desperately than usual, amplifying their shared ecstasy manifold.
"I see. But from what I heard, it's not that urgent, so why not report to Lady Tang tomorrow?"
[Understood.]
The man, claiming to be an apprentice at the clinic, said some herbs were damaged due to his negligence and he'd come to apologize and restock. But Yang Ha-jeong heard none of it.
If an outsider stepped into this space thick with lewd musk, seeing her sweat-glistened body clinging to a man young enough to be her son...
That dire imagining flooded her mind, sending her into a strange frenzy that heightened her pleasure.
'No, stop it...!'
She had to stop, had to pull away—but mere thoughts. Even after the apprentice left the door, she remained meekly in his arms.
Squelch squelch squelch squelch♥
"Haaaang♥ What if we'd been caught— what then...!"
"We weren't. Ha-jeong, you clenched so tight—felt good, didn't it?"
"No, I didn't...! Haaah♥"
"With all this nectar dripping down? Still no?"
Sure enough, sticky fluids trailed down her thighs, but to the end, she denied his words.
"So stubborn..."
Not a pressing matter, apparently. He kept thrusting up, his twitching shaft preparing another thick load deep inside her.
Yang Ha-jeong, deciding focus on that was best, embraced him eagerly.
The tension of the door possibly opening made her tight hole grip him fiercely as she stroked downward—sending her vision flickering with ecstasy, no doubt him too.
"Gonna cum... inside...!"
This time, utterly natural, like a husband claiming his due.
Yang Ha-jeong tensed, readying to receive, arms around his shoulders as she bounced her hips relentlessly.
Thinking of that sticky, male essence filling her belly again, flooding her womb, sent electric thrills up her spine.
"Here it comes...!"
Spurt spurt spurt spurt spuuuurt
"Haaaaang♥"
His desire incarnate—white, thick semen—poured forth once more.
Just like before, the male urge to fill this bitch's belly with his seed thrilled her still.
An orgasm her husband never taught—or couldn't—swept her again. Clutching his shoulders, she buried her face in his neck, panting hotly against his skin.
'He really didn't care at all...'
In her mind, the outsider risk had made her tighten thrillingly, but she insisted it meant nothing.
As Peng Family's matriarch-in-law, she couldn't—shouldn't—have such perverse tastes.
With that resolve, she finally gathered her clothes and slipped from his grasp.
"Auntie? How'd the talk go...?"
"All sorted, nephew. If you'll excuse me..."
The Holy Flame Princess tilted her head at Yang Ha-jeong's beeline for the bath upon returning, sensing something off but unable to pinpoint it.
She knew the glow of recent release well enough—kept it up herself for heirs—but without knowing Yang Ha-jeong's husband was absent, she couldn't guess the truth.
Yang Ha-jeong hurried along. His hefty load still sloshed in her belly; washing it out pronto was priority one.
In the bath, scrubbing clean and soaking at last, she relaxed enough to wash leisurely.
'So... thick...'
The semen dissolved into cloudy white swirls, but her mind was elsewhere.
He'd promised once, yet clung to her persistently for three full loads.
If it weren't a safe day, she'd have wound up ridiculously pregnant at her age...
"Hm?"
Yang Ha-jeong mulled the fleeting thought. He was imperial; loose talk could doom her whole family.
'Ridiculous.'
Say her son-in-law had seed issues, and the concubine got knocked up elsewhere—fine.
But begging him for semen to fix it? Even she saw that as mad.
If he had any sense, he wouldn't agree post-revelation of her imperial ties.
'Besides...'
Yang Ha-jeong had to admit another reason.
If the Holy Flame Princess truly took a shine to him as consort, her turns with him would vanish.
That irked her. No—more than she'd imagined: the princess hotly embraced while she watched wistfully? It stirred massive waves in her heart.
"Not like that'll happen anyway..."
Yang Ha-jeong found her worries silly. A jianghu thug, barely above vagrant by palace standards—how could he bed royalty?
They growled on sight besides. No need to fret.
'It'll be fine... right?'
By all reason, Kang Yun shouldn't touch her either.
Clinging to rational assurances to dispel worry, yet a thread of instinct still nagged.