Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: No Way That's Possible...? (1)
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Despite all reason saying otherwise...?
In response to Zhuge Mi-ryeong's desperate plea that no child should come of this, I found myself in a bind.
With the seed-blocking technique in place, there was no real chance of her getting pregnant even if I finished inside.
If it had been any other woman, I would've pumped her full over and over, then casually assured her that measures were taken to prevent pregnancy.
The problem was that she was Zhuge Mi-ryeong, and to her, I was her son, Go Hyeon.
Did it make sense for her son to know such specialized techniques premised on intercourse with women?
My son wouldn't know about stuff like this! Though accidents like "stab! Gah!" do happen.
In the end, I had only one conclusion I could reach.
Schlick schlick schlick schlick♥
Zhuge Mi-ryeong's pussy joyfully welcomed my cock. Every time our bodies slapped together, it clenched and sucked at me, urging my release.
"Haang♥ No, my son, not a child, please..."
I wondered if she knew how those words made me want to drop the seed-block and knock her up for real.
"A child between mother and son? That's the one thing we absolutely can't— haaak!"
"You don't want to bear my baby?"
When I asked in a hurt tone, she started to nod eagerly but caught herself.
"It's not about wanting or not, ahng♥... For a mother to carry her son's child, hng! That's...♥ defying heaven's law... aaang♥"
"I want a child that looks like you, Mother..."
"..."
"It'd be such a pretty, kind, clever kid... But if we follow heaven's law, we'll never have one..."
I was planning to pull out anyway, but as I whined, I could see her struggling with the dilemma.
Pretending to give up on talking, I focused on thrusting my hips again.
Slurp slurp slurp slurp♥
"Aghk...♥ No, Hyeon-ah, Hyeon-ah...!"
Zhuge Mi-ryeong shook her head frantically, her face like the sky was falling.
Ah, this really wasn't working.
Forcing it might leave her no choice, but somehow, I could picture her hanging herself by tomorrow or the next morning's dawn, and it wouldn't seem out of place.
My twitching cock, holding back release and down to its final barrier, was finally pulled out.
Spluuurt spluuurt spluuuurt!
"Mother... Mother..."
An enormous load erupted from my cock, blanketing Zhuge Mi-ryeong's body. Some even splashed up to her face with the force of it.
It was such a massive amount, I wondered how anyone survived producing this much.
Come to think of it, since cultivating the Ascending Immortal Art, I'd never even masturbated to release, so this was the first time my semen had left my body. Even I was seeing the volume for the first time.
She was also the first to swallow it down, taking a lot of my firsts in various ways.
"Hahk, hahk..."
Zhuge Mi-ryeong panted raggedly, staring in shock at the semen covering her body.
Then our eyes met, and she forced her lips into a smile.
"Th-thank you for listening to your mother..."
What kind of reality was it where she had to thank me for avoiding creampie after being ravished by her son?
Definitely not a pleasant one.
She'd endured it only thinking of her son's feelings and future. For her, the best outcome was never letting this happen at all.
I'm shattering that mindset.
I'll pound her until her body craves my cock even in her dreams.
I brought my still rock-hard cock back to Zhuge Mi-ryeong's pussy.
"No way, without even a break...?"
She remembered how my cock was, but must've been in denial about the reality.
She tried pulling her hips back, but it was too late—I already had her gripped tight.
I pushed into her already molten pussy.
Slooooorp♥
"Hiyaaaang♥"
The kiss between cock and pussy resumed, and the inner energy within me tried flowing into her, but...
Not this.
Like the seed-block, the Ascending Immortal Art must never be exposed. No, it was ten times more suspicious than seed-block.
Under my control, the halted flow of Ascending Immortal Art couldn't restore her anymore.
At least five more times ahead, she'd have to take my cock without its aid.
I'll fuck you until your body and mind are in tatters.
So you'll never forget my cock.
And someday, I'll shed this son facade and impregnate this woman for sure.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong lay there, smiling as she gazed at her son's face hugging her tight, inwardly letting out a complicated sigh.
His insatiable lust had finally calmed after embracing her six times.
And he held her like she was his woman.
If he'd been her husband, it might've been a satisfying night, but the one sharing her bed was unmistakably her son.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong wished the Blood Demon had somehow manipulated him.
If her son had wanted her in his right mind, she had no confidence handling the aftermath.
"Hyeon-ah, time to get up..."
She called softly to her son, but he just silently clung to her.
The room reeked of spent passion, and before dawn broke and the maids arrived, it all had to be cleaned.
The bedsheets soaked with their fluids, the nose-stinging odor.
"Get up. If we leave it like this..."
Only then did he make an "oh" face, as if he'd thought she just wanted him to let go for no reason.
He immediately released her and helped her stand.
She felt his gaze linger briefly on her swaying breasts before he turned away to rummage through the wardrobe.
He handed her a robe, telling her to put it on and step out.
"I'll tidy everything while you're out, Mother."
"But how..."
Her son had always despised unmanly chores like this, so she tried to stop him, but he refused.
"This is all my fault, so I can't make you work. Just go for a bit."
The room's thick male musk clung faintly to the clothes too, but only barely noticeable if you ignored it.
Accepting his urging, Zhuge Mi-ryeong awkwardly donned the robe and left the room.
Her son felt so unfamiliar. He'd shown subtle changes since returning, but she'd chalked it up to surviving a near-death ordeal.
But tonight's son felt like a completely different person...
A chill ran down her spine.
Her subconscious slammed on the brakes with an intense warning not to think further. Zhuge Mi-ryeong hurriedly dropped the unfamiliar sensation.
Right. It didn't matter if her son had changed. What mattered was resolving this situation where he wanted to fuck her.
Even setting aside the chance he truly desired her...
Even if the Blood Demon tampered with him, how do I break it...?
Without knowing what he'd done, asking random people for help would backfire.
Worst case, rumors could twist into "Go Hyeon might become the Blood Demon's pawn and lead the evil sects," dooming him unjustly.
She couldn't easily ask the Tang Family or her own clan. Some sisters might believe her, but they'd be useless.
Someone absolutely trustworthy and capable.
No one came to mind but Peng Yeon-hwa.
The next day, after Zhuge Mi-ryeong had finally accepted her son's cock.
Tang Hye-won headed out early from the family estate to a distant physician.
Unable to use lightness skill due to her condition, the carriage ride took considerable time.
The pulse diagnosis results were encouraging.
Desperate to share this joyous news with Kang Yun first, her heart raced, but her slow steps drove her mad.
Arriving at Peng Yeon-hwa's training hall at a turtle's pace, she heard two voices panting from the lounge outside.
[Yeon-hwa, Yeon-hwa! Squeeze your pussy!]
[That's why you shouldn't use such vulgar words... hauk♥]
Tang Hye-won spewed even cruder talk during her own sessions—worse, even—but hearing it suddenly beside her felt mortifyingly embarrassing.
Especially now.
I can tell him... later...
She retreated from the training hall and returned to her quarters for rest.
She messaged the Silver Guards Division that she'd rest for the day. She planned to sleep deeply today.
Future matters could wait.
When Tang Hye-won came to, the sun had set—she panicked.
"Damn it...!"
She wanted to tell Kang Yun quickly, but missing the timing frustrated her.
Tomorrow, she'd wake early and inform him.
A night passed, and Tang Hye-won succeeded in rising before dawn.
With Zhuge Mi-ryeong now sharing her bed, arriving by sunrise should time perfectly.
She strode with chest puffed like a messenger reporting an enemy general's beheading.
Nearing the guesthouse, she spotted Kang Yun leaving Zhuge Mi-ryeong's quarters for his own.
He noticed her too, holding her gaze as she approached.
My man, my man.
How happy would he be hearing this?
"Good day, Lord Tang."
[What's up, Hye-won? So early...]
Grabbing his wrist with his puzzled expression, she led him to his room.
Once inside, she infused energy into the formation by the door before realizing she'd been holding her breath.
Puhah...
To his utterly bewildered face, Tang Hye-won spoke with her heart about to burst.
"Yun...!"
Would he feel the same bliss she did now?
"I-I'm pregnant...!"
Revealing the secret she'd hidden from everyone—even her husband—she imagined Kang Yun's face lighting up in a beaming smile.
"...Yes...?"
But.
"No way that's possible...?"
Seeing his stunned face staring at her, Tang Hye-won felt her heart crumble.
"Hye-won, weren't you taking contraception... the pill to prevent pregnancy?"
She'd only pretended to take it. If this man wanted to pour his affection into her this much, she was willing to bear his child.
"Ah, could it be phantom pregnancy? Phantom pregnancy is when..."
She couldn't understand why. Hadn't this man, inhaling Dream Fantasy Herb fumes, wanted to impregnate her?
"It's literally impossible to get pregnant. Because..."
He kept explaining something else, but her ringing ears heard nothing.
Then her nose caught a fresh scent from his body—her handmade deodorizer.
Tang Hye-won's despairing mind easily conjured the worst possibility.
Kang Yun emerging from Zhuge Mi-ryeong's quarters. Needing to mask the smell.
Before she knew it, her lover had fucked the woman who'd played his mother.
"I see..."
Not even aware of her own words, Tang Hye-won despaired.
The moment he embraced Zhuge Mi-ryeong, her usefulness to him had ended.
Clueless, she'd fantasized from morning to night about how he'd react with joy.
A foolish woman vomiting in hiding at the office, body failing her, yet drowning in happiness.
That was her, Tang Hye-won.
Feeling utterly pathetic, she shook off his grasping hand and fled out the door.