Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Shall We Sleep Together, Mother? (2)
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"So, don't you have anything to say to me?"
"...I'm sorry."
Taking care of Zhuge Mi-ryeong, who had been tormented by nightmares the night before, had been fine up to that point.
Sure, my body ached a bit from sleeping sprawled out on the bed, but Zhuge Mi-ryeong seemed truly grateful.
And it was only after returning to my room that I realized it.
The grave mistake of standing up Tang Hye-won.
"I don't hate Lady Zhuge or anything... And since she's in the position of a mother to you, I get that you have to look after her..."
"Really, I'm truly, truly sorry, Hye-won!"
It was scary seeing her eyes—usually sparkling with vitality and frequent smiles these days—turn in real time into the dead, dried-out gaze of salted pollock.
An ominous anxiety washed over my chest, as if the scene might suddenly shift to a nice boat at any moment.
"Yesterday, I was waiting alone for Yun to come back, wondering the whole time when you'd show up... I even thought maybe you'd already gotten tired of me..."
"Absolutely not! That's really not it at all!"
The most dramatic effect of the Ascending Immortal Art's internal energy boost was evident in Tang Hye-won.
Among the women I'd slept with, she had the lowest level of internal energy cultivation, so her progress had been explosive, and she was reaping all the beauty benefits to boot.
Thanks to that, her husband—who'd been fooling around outside—had recently started clinging to her, but she'd coldly rejected him.
"I don't need that low-grade dick anymore..."
Just a few days ago, I'd heard her whisper that beside me and pounded her enthusiastically as a top-grade dick.
Now, I absolutely wouldn't let her go. Even if she grew tired of me, I planned to make her love me again with this dick somehow.
"From now on, you have to tell me ahead of time, okay...? I thought you'd ghosted me..."
"It'll never happen again!"
As I gripped her hand tightly and promised, Tang Hye-won's eyes curved into pretty crescent moons with a smile.
But somehow, it still felt scary.
As if she'd nailed me down so I could never screw up again...?
"Is the talk over now?"
Peng Yeon-hwa, who had been watching our conversation with arms crossed behind us, cut in.
"If it's done, then get going. Training time isn't over yet."
That's right. This was the underground training hall attached to Peng Yeon-hwa's quarters.
Tang Hye-won, with nowhere else to vent, had come here to grill me.
"Hm..."
Tang Hye-won gave a meaningful smile and glanced at Peng Yeon-hwa, who quickly averted her eyes.
"Big Sis, you're saying you're training hard and cultivating diligently too, right?"
"..."
Peng Yeon-hwa's face flushed completely red at the blatant teasing, and she whipped her head away, while Tang Hye-won giggled uproariously.
"That's why I told you, right? Yun's different from any other man..."
"...Enough."
Oh, Peng Yeon-hwa's voice sounded a bit pissed.
Noticing that, Tang Hye-won glanced at me and said she'd head out now before fleeing.
[Yun, I'll come tonight.]
Her hips seemed to sway seductively as she left, hinting at sex with that transmission.
Ah, I'm getting hard.
But there was no way my dick would properly erect.
Peng Yeon-hwa's sword, sharpened by the teasing from Tang Hye-won, was ruthless.
The power of her sword wasn't particularly faster or heavier than usual.
It just felt like she was precisely targeting the openings she'd previously spared by adjusting to my level.
Damn, spotting those gaps with the eyes of an absolute peak expert—how could it not be tough?
Thanks to that, by the end of training, I was panting like a dog in May, drenched in sweat like a downpour.
I wanted to skip sex, wash up, and just sleep, but seeing Peng Yeon-hwa's smug expression snapped me back to reality.
I'll show her the taste of my dick properly tonight. Get ready.
But Zhuge Mi-ryeong's nightmares continued.
Once, while I was in the middle of sex with Tang Hye-won, a maid came to fetch her, forcing her to flee like a cheating wife caught by her husband.
Her snow-white ass, reflecting moonlight, jiggled as it receded—made me crave outdoor sex.
Something unthinkable in the Sichuan Tang Family. Someday, when I venture into the jianghu, I have to try it. Though when that day comes is a mystery.
Anyway, with Zhuge Mi-ryeong's condition poor, Tang Hye-won's dissatisfaction during our scheduled nighttime sex was no joke.
What used to be once every two or three days had dwindled to once a week, leaving her with those corpse-like eyes... Ugh...
In the end, I asked Peng Yeon-hwa to shift my sex sessions with Tang Hye-won to daytime.
In the training hall break room, shortening my training by one shichen and allocating four shichen for sex, with the two rotating.
Since it was for Zhuge Mi-ryeong, even Peng Yeon-hwa couldn't complain.
If anything, wasn't it a huge win for Tang Hye-won? Four shichen every two or three days became four shichen every two days.
I'd even asked, 'What if we all did it together?' but both refused.
Tang Hye-won hated the idea of me touching another after her,
and Peng Yeon-hwa dismissed it, claiming it would reduce cultivation efficiency.
All I could do was secretly return the portable bed I'd placed beside the main one to its original spot...
"What to do about our son not sleeping properly because of his mother...?"
"I'll keep doing this until Mother recovers."
And for the past few days, I'd made sure to eat meals with Zhuge Mi-ryeong as much as possible and check if she slept soundly at night.
"Don't you have martial arts training too? Aunt Hwa doesn't hold back on that..."
"Still, it feels like my skills are improving, so it's good. No need for Mother to worry."
That was true. Sorry, Master, but your training felt like blind rolling with no clue.
Peng Yeon-hwa's sessions were hugely helpful—this must be why people seek top instructors.
"Hyeon-ah, you don't need to fuss over Mother like that. Are you sleeping properly?"
Even after that, Zhuge Mi-ryeong kept worrying about me.
This from the woman who'd been moaning and sweating coldly just last night...
"Mother, you need to rest well first."
Who was she worrying about anyway, when she should be focused on herself? Bluntly put, she needs to get healthy for my happy sex life to resume...
"Still, holding Mother's hand must keep you from sleeping comfortably..."
That was true. Dozing off in the corner of the bed did build up fatigue.
"...I'm fine."
Oh no, I got lost in thought and my reply was late.
Because my response was a beat delayed, a deeper shadow fell over Zhuge Mi-ryeong's eyes.
"Hyeon-ah."
"...Yes, Mother."
After a pause following my reply, Zhuge Mi-ryeong dropped a bombshell.
"From tonight, will you sleep with Mother?"
That night, Zhuge Mi-ryeong finally got her son to lie on the same bed.
The bed wasn't small for one, but a bit cramped for two, so they naturally lay facing each other at a distance that was almost touching.
"Our son has grown so big now. You used to be so tiny..."
Zhuge Mi-ryeong remembered every change from her son's birth to now.
But what lingered deepest in her heart was the little boy from back when he was too young to even hold a sword, lest his hands get ruined.
Her son, now a man with broad shoulders and a firm chest, sometimes felt unfamiliar to her.
"Mother is still beautiful. Both back then and now..."
"Oh my, is our son painting gold on Mother's face? I feel like I'll have sweet dreams tonight."
Zhuge Mi-ryeong laughed merrily and clasped her son's right hand with her left.
A warm sensation spread, and she could feel his heartbeat through their fingertips.
Synchronizing her breathing to that pleasant pulse, Zhuge Mi-ryeong soon fell asleep.
Haah... Haah...
Immersed in pleasant sleep for once, Zhuge Mi-ryeong awoke to rough panting.
'Who... Oh.'
Recalling she was sleeping on the same bed as her son, she realized the heavy breathing came from him.
Wondering if he was in pain, she started to open her eyes but nearly screamed at the hard sensation pressing against her stomach.
Her son, her son.
Was struggling with his manhood massively swollen.
'Again?'
Zhuge Mi-ryeong recalled the oral sex she'd had with her son on a rainy day.
After that, he'd returned to being a proper son and never demanded she cross that line again.
Moreover, after being kidnapped once by the Blood Demon, she'd believed they'd torn down the walls between them and returned to a normal mother-son bond.
But her son still saw his mother as a woman, it seemed.
"Mother... Mother..."
Amid the ragged breaths calling her name, Zhuge Mi-ryeong squeezed her eyes shut and breathed slowly.
She worried he'd notice she was awake, but it seemed he was just calling out.
Lying still pretending to sleep, she caught the thick, musky scent of male emanating from her son.
Becoming aware of it made the situation—her son seeing her as a female—even more viscerally real.
Her sense of smell assured her this scent was no dream.
'Hyeon-ah, stop it...'
She considered opening her eyes to scold him, but feared he'd lose all restraint and pounce.
She could easily subdue him with martial arts, no worry there, but how heartbroken would he be?
As she prayed he'd regain his senses and return to being a good son,
her son's hand slowly began peeling back her sleeping robe, exposing her ample breasts.
Having removed her breast band before bed, it was gone, and the robe slipped off her breasts without much resistance.
Plump.
Her left breast fully spilled out into the open.
Breasts that were nothing but a hindrance when wielding her signature Judge's Brush martial art.
Her son reacted as if the world's greatest feast had appeared at their exposure.
"Mother... You're so beautiful..."
His hand, stroking her breast from the outside in, was incredibly skilled.
Sensations sharpened gradually, and she even felt his breath grazing her nipple.
'Where did he learn... Did he have a woman...?'
As she wondered if he was already seeing someone, thoughts shattered at the soft sensation on her nipple.
Her son's tongue and lips ravaged her nipple.
Utterly different from the clumsy suckling of his infancy, when he could barely speak.
This was movement purely to pleasure a female—and Zhuge Mi-ryeong felt her own breathing grow ragged in response.