Chapter 44
Chapter 44
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: No Way That's Possible...? (2)
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That couldn't be...?
Pregnant! Pregnant!
Of course, pregnancy is a good thing. No matter who I have sex with, my ultimate goal has always been to get them pregnant.
From Eon So-young to Zhuge Mi-ryeong, that thought never changed, even during sex with any of them.
The only important thing is...
"Fuck, this isn't the time to be thinking like this!"
I berated myself for analyzing the situation while Tang Hye-won ran off crying, and bolted out of my quarters.
First things first: talk it out. Clearly, some miscommunication had happened.
I had to catch her and talk...
'There she is!'
Surprisingly, Tang Hye-won hadn't gone far and was stumbling along awkwardly.
Relieved, I scooped her up immediately.
Someone might see us, but who cares? Taking care of Tang Hye-won came first right now.
The moment she saw my face, Tang Hye-won burst into tears again and started pushing me away.
"Let me go, please... Don't make me feel even more pathetic..."
She was hurt. I'd called her a fool for claiming she was pregnant with my child when she must have been overjoyed to tell me.
I had to say something, anything...
"Thank you."
I blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
It wasn't wrong, apparently—her hands pushing me away stopped.
I kept going, improvising as thoughts bubbled up.
"I was thrilled. When you told me. I've been wanting to meet our baby too."
Tang Hye-won's face went blank for a moment, tears welling up in her eyes before she threw her arms around my neck and sobbed quietly.
"Yun... Yun..."
Her voice, choked with sobs as she called my name, tugged at my heartstrings.
I'm really sorry. I wasn't considerate enough.
As her crying subsided, I carried her back to my quarters.
I was a bit out of it myself, but probably no one had seen us. I circulated my internal energy to scan the surroundings—no passersby detected.
All I could do was pray no one had.
I pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped her tear- and snot-streaked face.
"Here, snort! Snort!"
"Hnggg!"
After cleaning her puffy, rabbit-like eyes from all the crying and clearing her nose, she somehow looked like my little daughter.
Maybe because her skin had gotten even softer lately.
"Why are you laughing?"
"Because you're cute~ Don't get mad~"
Now her face was all scrunched up in a frown. Adorable, just like a baby.
I stopped teasing and got serious.
"Okay, first off, thank you. I really do want to have a child with you, Hye-won."
And so I began explaining, point by point.
Tang Hye-won was a married woman, and getting pregnant without even having relations would be problematic.
That said, I didn't want to tell her to sleep with her husband just to make timelines match.
"That's why I have this technique in my martial arts called the Pure Seed Method..."
I'd placed a special seal that prevented sperm from mixing into my semen from the start.
Her face paled again at that.
"No, it's not that. This child is really yours, Yun... Please believe me..."
"I believe you. I never doubted for a second that you'd slept with another man. Relax."
In truth, sleeping with me was already adultery, but we'd gloss over that. Tang Hye-won was my woman now.
"Anyway, the main thing is, I wasn't against having a child with you."
"Then...?"
"I was waiting for you to steel yourself, prepare, and sincerely say you were ready for a baby. Then I'd release the seal and we'd make love."
My mistake was thinking her "I'll get pregnant" was just playful banter, not a true declaration of intent.
I hadn't explained that part properly either.
"What were you planning to do once you got pregnant?"
"The Silver Guard Corps runs fine without me anyway. I was just the one controlling them according to my older brother's will."
Her daughter was already grown and independent, her husband irrelevant—she'd planned to move out and live separately like this.
"Won't the Tang Family head interfere?"
"..."
She didn't deny it, so she must have considered him an obstacle.
"You said your husband's clan is in the battlefield region? Would that cause issues?"
"No worries there."
They'd allied out of necessity when the Tang Family was weak, but now that they'd recovered, cutting ties meant nothing.
So the only problem was the Tang Family head...
I took her hands in mine, seeing the worry lift from her face.
"Let's figure it out together. Our baby's here now—we have to make sure we can live happily somehow."
"Yun..."
What was done was done. There might be ways to abort, but I couldn't do that to a life already growing inside.
"How far along are you?"
"About two months, she said..."
The female physician was well-known even in Sichuan, especially for gynecology.
Probably accurate. That meant about three months until the stable five-month mark.
'No holding back on belly sex!'
Just imagining this flat belly swelling with my growing child inside made my dick throb insanely.
Not that I'm only keeping it for belly sex. Absolutely not.
I gently placed my hand on her belly, feeling a strangely familiar presence.
It shouldn't be noticeable yet since it was so small, right? Just my imagination?
No, it felt real.
Faint, but unmistakable. Like the presence of my Ascending Immortal Art's energy.
Of course, my energy had entered her body often, but it always returned fully to me—none should linger...
'It did.'
On the second day she'd drugged me with Dream Fantasy Herb, when I regained consciousness.
Definitely, Ascending Immortal Art energy had entered her body via my semen.
What if that sperm survived? Maybe the energy in the semen kept it alive longer?
If those remnants were the energy I felt now?
Logically, it fit.
"Yun... Is something wrong...?"
My serious expression with hand on her belly must have worried her again; she asked hesitantly.
"Nothing big. I just figured out how our baby might have been conceived."
Her face lit up instantly. Even if I said I believed her, some suspicion of cheating must have lingered.
"I'm not an expert on my own martial arts, so I should check with my master anyway."
"Then let's summon your master to the Tang Family right aw—!"
She stopped mid-sentence, face souring as she remembered who my master was. I smoothed her furrowed brow.
Hey now, thinking of my master isn't good for the baby's prenatal care.
"You hate my master that much?"
"You wouldn't understand, Yun..."
Turns out my master used to be a notorious womanizer across the entire martial world.
No stopping him from targeting pretty virgins regardless of orthodox or unorthodox sects, which sparked a trend of early marriages back then.
For women who weren't prim and proper, the name Blood Demon spread like the plague.
Master... Your disciple is ashamed...
"I'll ask him discreetly later when the chance comes. It's not urgent anyway..."
She nodded, then let out a relieved sigh.
"Good. I thought you hated it... Our first child..."
"..."
"What's wrong?"
Oh right, I hadn't mentioned this either.
"Hye-won, don't freak out, but actually, I've already..."
Was Eon So-young pregnant too?
Eon So-young lay alone in the bedroom she'd shared with her husband, stroking her belly.
Ever since the physician—secretly visited without the clan servants knowing—confirmed her pregnancy, she'd been taking breaks like this several times a day.
In another month or so, her belly would start showing noticeably.
She'd already secured a manor to move to, and her maids were handing off duties, so preparations for departure were going smoothly.
Fortunately, her daughter-in-law Jongri So-so picked up tasks quickly; in another fortnight of training, she could handle being lady of the house no problem.
Thanks to her daughter-in-law managing the servants as acting matriarch, Eon So-young could rest easy.
Though still in her prime working years, after the Sichuan incident, the servants understood when she rested and left her alone.
Except for her two troublemaker sons.
"Mother!"
"You fool, Mother's resting!"
Her twin sons, nearing twenty, still acted like kids.
Very different from their reliable eldest son. Had she spoiled the youngest too much?
Eon So-young smiled and spoke.
"Chang-ah, Hong-ah. What is it?"
"Mother, listen to this. A letter from the Martial Alliance..."
Namgung Hong—the younger twin by a mere hour of sunlight—held out a crumpled letter, whining about being born later.
"Nine Dragons Contest... Invitation...?"
"It came directly from the Martial Alliance! And they left me out—only to Brother Chang!"
"Maybe that's because this brother of yours is better than you, so they invited me!"
Their bickering was routine; Eon So-young unfolded the wrinkled letter and read carefully.
'Regarding the recent unfortunate incident...'
The Nine Dragons Contest usually didn't send formal invitations.
Many vied for the Nine Dragons honor, and the Martial Alliance hosting it simply announced date and place without demanding attendance.
But formally inviting some late-generation talents like Namgung Chang suggested they had the Blood Demon Prodigy incident in mind.
Reading it, Eon So-young saw the Alliance's intent.
Namgung Chang was one of the Blood Demon Prodigies.
For now, the Blood Demon's supreme expert status might earn them admiration as his acknowledged talents.
But over time, suspicion would grow.
(Why'd he let those guys go unharmed? Isn't the Blood Demon one of the worst from the unorthodox sects?)
(Did they swear loyalty to the Blood Demon?)
(Or maybe he slapped some evil curse on them before sending them back!)
Suspicions could endless. Letting it fester gained nothing.
Besides, "Blood Demon Prodigies" was mere speculation; the Blood Demon himself said nothing to them.
Better to bury their existence under new Nine Dragons selected from the contest.
Existing Nine Dragons retired upon marriage or turning forty, replaced via contest.
Six spots open now—enough to divert attention.
'My dear Yun...'
Maybe he'd show up. Kang Yun had been skyrocketing in power; he might be Nine Dragons material by now.
But she quickly realized going to see him herself was impossible.
A widow, long since husbandless, attending with a swelling belly?
She'd face endless gossip without steeling herself.
'Our baby... misses Daddy, doesn't it?'
Making sure her still-bickering sons didn't notice, Eon So-young caressed her belly lovingly.