Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Young-a is Coming (1)
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Ever since the day I'd pounded rice cakes with Peng Yeon-hwa, my sex life had boasted a far richer menu.
Mornings were for martial arts training, afternoons for dual cultivation with Peng Yeon-hwa, and nights for sex with Tang Hye-won every two or three days.
Considering my point that having sex in the training hall was a poor environment, our dual cultivation sessions had moved to the break room in one corner of the hall.
But even that wasn't ideal, so I resolved to eventually drag things all the way to the bedroom in her quarters no matter what.
The surprising part was how diligently she taught me martial arts.
"Here we have a large weapon and a small one. What are the advantages of the small weapon?"
"It's easy to carry... quick to swing... and... the attacks are stealthier?"
"Right. So what’s your weapon?"
"My hands and feet."
"Exactly. Hands and feet can be called the lightest weapons of all. But looking at your palm or finger techniques, I sense an intent to use big motions and brute force."
Ah, she had a point.
"Going head-on against someone wielding a sword or saber with bare-hand techniques is a disadvantage. Of course, there are times when you have no choice, but basically..."
As she lectured, I recalled the moves my master had demonstrated. I could finally see how they aligned with these fundamentals.
Up until now, all my opponents in martial arts had been stronger than me, so to keep up, my movements had become straight-line and simplistic.
I mimicked my master, lightly flicking my fingers to unleash Finger Wind, and Peng Yeon-hwa's eyes went wide.
"To improve this much from just a few words... you might really be some kind of prodigy."
Didn't you call me one of the Nine Dragons before...? I figured it was just lip service!
Peng Yeon-hwa was a good teacher. If I needed to learn from 1 to 10, my master would lump it all together, but she broke it down step by step.
Maybe my master had done it that way because I was a total beginner with no knowledge of martial arts.
Or perhaps, being a genius himself, he couldn't grasp that I couldn't absorb it all at once.
For now, all I could do was thrill at the grandeur of the Tang Family's curriculum.
And during our theory-verifying spars, she often praised me, saying my grasp of the overall flow was excellent despite my lack of polish in individual moves.
That probably came from my first fight, where the power gap was huge—I'd gotten into the habit of trying to land a sneak attack. A remnant of Huangbo Hyo-seon, perhaps.
The transition from martial arts training to dual cultivation wasn't on any fixed schedule.
With the training hall lit only by night pearls, there was no way to track outside time unless you paid special attention.
So once I'd worked up a good sweat, I'd start whining about switching to circulation exercises.
Like now.
"Yeon-hwa, let's do it now. Yeah?"
She didn't mind me casually using her name. She'd let a bit of spoiling slide.
"Just a bit more training..."
As she turned to put away the dagger she'd demonstrated, I clung to her back, freezing her in place.
I rubbed my cock against her ass.
"Eut..."
"I learned a lot today. Thanks. So let's do it now, yeah?"
To her, this training time seemed like a reward leading to dual cultivation.
I had no idea why she threw in martial arts instruction when sex was the prize itself, but there was no reason to turn down her sincerity.
And it beat Go Cheon, that guy who dumped all his free time on his wife outside of escort agency work.
"...Just put the weapons away."
And like this, clinging to her, she'd eventually relent with a sigh. Hehe...
Blushing, she finally racked the dagger and saber, and I stealthily stepped up behind her with light footwork.
In one swift motion, I yanked down her pants and undergarments, burying my face in her ass.
"...Didn't I tell you to stop that...♥ Na!"
Peng Yeon-hwa dominated me in spars without breaking a sweat, but her body had heated up enough for her rich scent to hit me full force.
A bit musky, but far from repulsive—pure feminine aroma.
She pretended to hate it, but the data said otherwise. Starting with a rimjob offered the least resistance when we began.
Did she really not notice me sneaking up, a woman who flinched at the slightest sound?
She was basically giving permission!
Slurp, lick... smoooch♥
"Ha-eup, eu-hung♥"
She'd claimed her constitution didn't produce fluids easily, but that was bullshit. She wouldn't lie about that, so she probably hadn't realized it herself.
Her juices dripped steadily, staining her pants, but she didn't worry.
This was the training hall—sweat got everywhere.
She always had spare clothes and washing supplies ready.
"Hiyaaaaang...♥"
Her reactions escalated so entertainingly that I kept going until she was right on the edge.
I pulled my tongue away, and she turned to me like a cat robbed of catnip.
"What's wrong?"
"...Nothing."
Too cute, unable to complain about why I'd stopped, just whipping her head away.
Her pussy seemed to pout in protest instead.
No more appetizers. Time for the main course.
My fully erect cock parted her twitching red folds and slid in...
Squiiiish♥
That chewy, gripping pussy texture was killer...!
"A-uk...!"
Her pussy, teetering on climax...!
Peng Yeon-hwa shook her plump ass to welcome my cock.
'Trying to make it feel good so I'll finish quick...'
Didn't matter—I planned to pound her till dinner anyway. If anything, the extra orgasm was a bonus.
"Thanks for letting me use your pussy today, Yeon-hwa..."
I'll circulate my energy hard today, too.
Peng Yeon-hwa let her hips move on instinct.
Over the past few days, she'd realized resisting this rod's pleasure was pointless.
'Getting stabbed by something like this hundreds of times...'
No woman could stay normal.
A thick, rigid cock that never tired, burrowing into her depths.
If she'd never allowed penetration, maybe—but once she did, refusal was impossible.
It was nothing like the fumbling with her husband.
"Yeon-hwa, your pussy feels so good...!"
If only she'd shut up, it'd be perfect.
But she didn't notice her lips curving up unconsciously.
She was secretly relieved. Her husband's dissatisfaction wasn't her fault—she knew that now.
"Get pregnant... bear my baby..."
She'd panicked at first, but she'd taken full precautions against conception, even if we got intimate.
Makes sense. Who'd want to knock up a woman like her—barely youthful on the outside, but aged? Just headaches.
'It's not serious for either of us anyway.'
Peng Yeon-hwa quietly soothed her melancholy. No matter how sweetly he whispered of her beauty and desire to hold her, she had a husband and children.
A young man with a bright future like Kang Yun would eventually seek another woman. Someone to be happy with...
"Ha-uk♥"
She felt Kang Yun's hand slip into her robe, kneading her breast.
She'd said no at first, but after that initial day, he groped them freely, like dough.
'Are breasts... that great...?'
When his large, manly hand filled with her tit, he'd breathe out in utter bliss.
To her, they were just nursing organs for babies—but his joy sparked a bit of curiosity.
If she'd known being desired so desperately by a man felt this good...
'Never with the family head...'
She cut the thought off. No more of that.
Right now, she was just stacking bodies with this man—never her heart.
This was merely a special form of energy circulation.
Peng Yeon-hwa suddenly sensed something and snapped her head up.
"Haaaaang♥"
But for some reason, Kang Yun abruptly sped up his hips.
That sensation of his cock plunging deep into her cavern, force-feeding pleasure.
It stole her words away.
"Yeon-hwa, you like my cock? Better than your husband's?"
Her pussy clenched tight in answer, but I kept whispering in her ear.
Nothing quenched a milf fetish like making her compare me to her husband!
"Th-that... haaaang♥ Nooo...!"
"Your husband's cock never reached this deep, right?"
Her pussy, purged long ago of any husband's trace, gripped my cock expertly.
Desperate to milk out my seed quick.
A stark contrast to her ass, which had stopped its eager shaking despite its earlier frenzy.
Slap slap slap slap♥
"Come on, say it. Say my cock is better than your husband's!"
"N-no... eu-heuk♥ Stooo...♥"
She started mumbling to stop. We'd been doing fine—why now?
Annoyed, I threw off the rhythm and started thrusting irregularly.
Holding back moans was harder than a steady pounding, right?
"Haak♥ Ah, ah, thaa....heuk! Stooop...!"
Peng Yeon-hwa flailed to escape my cock, but I gripped her waist and pursued relentlessly.
"What's wrong? We've been fucking great so far. Tired of my cock already?"
Thrust thrust thrust thrust♥
Her pussy was savoring it just fine, though?
"B-behind... heu-uk♥ Behinood...!"
What? Behind?
A chill ran through me, and I glanced back. But...
"Nothing there?"
Only then did it hit me. If someone were close, she'd have screamed bloody murder already.
I circulated my internal energy, sharpening my senses, and my perception range exploded outward.
Ah, there.
A cautious set of footsteps descending the slope right now.
"Young-a... my daughter Young-a is coming... hurry..."
It had to be Dang Yeong.