Chapter 261
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 261
Chapter Title: I'll Allow It Just Once (2)
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Squish... squish... squish... squish...♥
"N-No more... haaaang♥"
Mrs. Sung wailed as if she were about to collapse, but I didn't stop.
That said, I wasn't truly pounding into this woman—who wasn't even a martial artist—with merciless force. Still, the way her ass trembled and quivered behind her made it seem like she really was at her limit.
Unlike my women, who looked delicate but had decent muscle and inner energy, this lady was so fragile that even supporting the weight of her upper body on her back felt risky. She was barely holding on thanks to my strength.
Of course, I won't deny that beyond just holding her up, I also had my hands full kneading those impressively heavy breasts.
"Just a little longer... You'll be fine..."
"I can't... haang♥"
But there was a certain appeal to fucking a regular woman like her. Sure, it was frustrating not being able to go all out, but treating her like a delicate, breakable object with careful, precise movements let me feel every reaction of her body even more intensely.
'Cuckold... impregnate...!'
I didn't even know this woman's true identity, let alone who her husband was.
From the start, the chance to barge in and knock up a beauty like her—bypassing a husband I'd never even seen—was too tantalizing to pass up...
'Huh...?'
Suddenly, a chill washed over me.
Impregnation sex is great, obviously. Even the cuckolded husband wouldn't know his seed was seedless, so everyone ends up happy.
'But what about the kid?'
What if I dumped a child into some unknown household, and that child ended up miserable? Wouldn't that be on me?
Sure, materially they'd lack for nothing, but was it right to impregnate her without a second thought—just so the child could outrank the concubine's son that came first?
"Mrs. Sung, what's your name?"
I'd already forced it out of her, so that was unavoidable. But at minimum, I'd do a quick background check. If her answers didn't satisfy me, I'd just pull out and finish without seeding her.
Mrs. Sung's back stiffened the moment she heard me. She must be someone important who absolutely couldn't be found out.
"W-Why do you... hng♥"
"On second thought, it feels a bit wrong to do this without even knowing what you do for a living."
She looked at me like I was absurd, but I thrust my hips deep, forcing her face into a gasping, cock-drunk expression.
I know I'm being weird—don't look at me like that.
The Holy Flame Princess trembled limb by limb like a newborn fawn, overwhelmed by the pleasure wracking her entire body.
It was the man's arms forcibly propping up her body—which should have collapsed long ago to signal her limit—but strangely, she also felt a faint energy welling up inside her.
But it wasn't enough to fully steady her. Just as her vision blurred, the man's words dragged her back to the surface of consciousness.
"Even if you pass it off as your husband's child, it's really mine, isn't it? So why trust some stranger with bearing my kid?"
If not for the thick cock filling her completely and scrambling her thoughts, the Holy Flame Princess would have snapped back.
*What the hell? You were the one fucking me without a care, and now you say that?*
But as she panted helplessly on his shaft, the man kept talking.
"At least tell me your name and your household. I want your word that you'll protect and raise the child happily."
The latter was a given. Outwardly the descendant of the Great Ming imperial family and a meritorious house, the child would be raised as splendidly as any.
But the former was impossible. If word of this scandal ever leaked, the imperial family's honor would crash to the dirt.
"No, you can't...! Absolutely not... that alone..."
"Then I'll pull out."
Was that supposed to be a threat?
She nearly scoffed, but then she caught herself instinctively pushing her ass back, chasing the cock that had withdrawn everything but the tip, and bit her lip hard.
"Th-This is..."
"Perverted slut."
She tried to stammer an excuse, but his curt words made her gasp sharply.
"Must be some noble lady from a fine house, but in the end, you're just a bitch shoving her cunt on cock."
"H-How dare you say... su-such...! Aaang♥"
"If you want my baby, spit it out. What's your name?"
It was outrageous.
He sounded like he was granting her a favor.
*This jerk...!*
The cock thrusting vigorously into her depths felt good, but if he thought he could control her like this, he was dead wrong.
*This... this jerk...!*
But when it came to actually saying she didn't need his seed or his cock, regret welled up.
It wasn't that she couldn't live without it, but this was the first time she'd ever tasted pleasure that made her whole body quake.
It was too good to casually toss away.
"Come on, tell me... Just your name's fine. Doesn't it feel a little off even to you, sticking your dick in a woman whose name you don't know?"
Then the man eased back a step. If it was just her name, she could give a fake one easily—no way to verify it, so her identity would stay safe.
But glancing back at his face, he didn't look all that disappointed.
*Was the name all he wanted from the start...?'
At least for now. But even as the Holy Flame Princess hesitated, the man began stroking her breasts and belly, whispering.
"Tell me, ma'am... Just your name, and I'll stuff you full of cock until you're definitely pregnant with my baby..."
"W-What...!"
His demanding pressure suddenly flipped to temptation, leaving her flustered, but his next words flustered her even more.
"Didn't your concubine already bear a son? Then you need to give one too, right?"
The Holy Flame Princess understood instantly.
"If this one's a boy, great... But even if it's a girl, don't worry. Until you do..."
"W-Wait...! Haaaang♥"
"I'll cum as many times as it takes!"
Slap slap slap slap♥
His hips, which had slowed for conversation, accelerated fiercely again.
Each time his firm lower abs smacked her soft ass, she felt the tip ravaging her deepest depths, choking off her breath.
That deepest spot vulgarly clenched in anticipation, craving the cock as it dragged out along her folds before plunging back.
The man had her limit pinpointed, driving her right to the edge without tipping over.
His massive, brutal cock—like an iron rod—pounded and awakened the dormant bitch deep inside her.
"Your name... tell me...! Your name...!"
"J-Ju... Ju Yeo-rin...! Ju Yeo-rin... that's my name... haaaang♥"
"Yeo-rin... Yeo-rin...!"
The thought that she should have lied came too late, but as he whispered her name—tickling her ears sweetly—the pleasure swept her mind blank.
"I'll impregnate you...! I'll make sure you never regret choosing my cock over your husband's...!"
He had it wrong. She'd captured him to punish his crime of raping a noblewoman, not because she needed his seed...
*Now, though... it doesn't matter anymore...*
"Get pregnant with your perverted cunt, Yeo-rin...! Bear my baby...!"
His crude words sparked indignation, but when the tip rubbed her deepest womanly core, it felt like every drop of blood in her body submitted to him.
Who could imagine imperial dignity in her current state—ass up in a dim warehouse, begging seed from this man on a bed of rough silk?
His raw masculinity, seeing her as nothing but breeding soil, made her bitch instincts sing with joy.
"I'll flood you deep...! Pump you full of thick cock cream, so get pregnant...!"
As the tip thrust to her depths one final time and halted, she instinctively clenched tight to milk his seed.
"Haaaaak♥"
It was coming. Hot, thick male essence, meant to plant his child inside her.
His fierce intent to sow his seed in her body burned through her, setting her aflame.
Even though he'd been milked several times already, the semen he poured into her—while kneading her body like dough—felt utterly different.
"Haa, haa..."
The man panted roughly too, exhausted from fully savoring her body.
The feel of his solid, muscled frame holding her was strangely reassuring.
"Yeo-rin... You'll come to the clinic again tomorrow, right?"
"What... are you saying...?"
"Don't play dumb. We've started this, so we see it through till you're pregnant. You seem worn out today, so we'll stop here... Tomorrow again... how about it?"
It was absurd. In the end, he planned to water down her kidnapping plot into some vague fling. Outrageous.
The Holy Flame Princess, Ju Yeo-rin, finally saw his true nature: a lecher who wouldn't pass up any woman, husband or no.
She hadn't yet grasped the truth that married women drove him even wilder.
"Th-That... let me think about it..."
It felt off to eagerly accept, but hard to flatly refuse, so as Ju Yeo-rin stalled for time—
Bang!
"Your Highness! Forgive my impertinence! There's trouble at the clinic, so I—!"
The moment her eyes met her squad leader's—who had burst in like he was kicking down the door—Ju Yeo-rin wanted to die.
Eon So-young was bleeding all over her body.
Meanwhile, the man she'd been fighting had some dirt on him but otherwise looked fine, casually swinging his casual sword through the air in preparation.
His blade traced eerie paths toward her, but it wasn't beyond her skill to counter.
In fact, she might even overwhelm him in some ways—the gap wasn't that wide—but her body wasn't normal.
"To move like that even after taking Hongsal Temple poison... Not bad for a wench."
Failing to expel the poison that seeped into her shoulder from the first strike stung bitterly.
Realizing her movements had dulled, she'd hurriedly focused her inner energy to slow its spread—saving her life, thankfully—but his weapon threatened her every moment.
"Using poison so brazenly... Have you no shame?"
"Why bother with the hassle when I know you're beneath me? The result would've been the same without it."
His voice sounded fairly young, but his speech was oddly that of someone her senior.
"What the hell are you thinking, doing this?"
"Didn't I say? You're a nuisance."
Eon So-young couldn't understand. Though ambushed into this state, the skill gap wasn't wide enough to justify "nuisance."
The man chuckled darkly.
"The brat I need to kill has gone into hiding, and a wench like you keeps poking around. A real pain. Get it now?"
His explanation clicked. The hidden brat was clearly Kang Yun.
'At least he hasn't been caught by this guy...'
That was a relief, but her situation remained dire.
The clash of weapons outside dragged on, so Tang Hye-won and the servants probably couldn't help anytime soon.
"I figured you'd have more questions, but looks like you don't have the energy to play anymore."
His casual sword whipped in a circle around him, whistling menacingly.
Bleeding and poisoned, Eon So-young had no strength left, but she clenched her fists and prepared to face him again.
"Entertain me till the end, at least."
As refined killing intent poured from him, Eon So-young charged fist-first—then yanked back.
Creating distance only unleashed a fiercer storm of blades. She gritted her teeth against it.
"Hahaha! Still don't get it after all that? The more distance you make... urk!"
Crackle-crackle-crack!
In a flash of white light, the man wildly swung his sword while raising his protective energy to block the shock.
Barely enduring the sizzling jolt through his body, he reached with his left hand and yanked a needle from his shoulder.
Several more lay at his feet, deflected by his sword.
"So that's it—you pulled back knowing that wench would help."
He glared briefly at the panting Eon So-young, then turned toward the needles' origin.
"Whoever you are, you'll just add to the blood my Silver Tail must drink."
"And it'll add to your karma, old man."
In the midst of his frantic movements, his deathstroke hairpin had fallen loose, revealing a handsome young man with white hair. He grimaced in laughter.
"Karma? Think it'll summon the Immovable Bright King to lop off my head?"
"Who knows. But I won't stand by while you spill new blood here, where the sick are resting."
"Ha..."
He scowled, glaring into the shadows at the mysterious beauty gripping more needles.
"Now even riffraff thinks they can match me!"
"Want respect? Look to your own conduct first."
His roar clashed with her calm voice as icy sword edges intertwined with flashing lightning in the darkness.