Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Young Master, Please Hug Me (2)
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Zhuge Mi-ryeong's mind was still a whirlwind of confusion as she left Peng Yeon-hwa's chambers.
Rushing to her son's side amid the crisis and driving off the Demonic Cult expert had been no issue.
She hadn't felt the need to chase after him, so she had planned to check on her son's safety first. That was when she sensed a clear, refreshing energy emanating from his body.
It was a pure aura, utterly unlike the demonic qi the enemy had been scattering.
The Nine Crimson Divine Art that her son practiced was a modified version of her husband's family heart method.
She didn't know the incantations, but she was certain it wasn't a heart method that granted such orthodox internal energy.
Once she noticed that one oddity, her sharp insight and keen intellect began uncovering anomaly after anomaly.
There was no trace of her son's sword having been drawn.
His clothes were partially sliced away, yet the enemy's garments showed no cuts whatsoever.
And then, all the unnatural details she'd sensed about her son came flooding into her mind at once.
'Have I ever chatted with Hyeon about old times lately?'
'Have I ever watched my husband and Hyeon practice swordsmanship up close in detail?'
'Was Hyeon's martial prowess enough to exchange blows with a peak expert for so long?'
'Did Hyeon have such an insatiable sex drive?'
Did he ever show even a hint of wanting to ravage his own mother...?
Once the lid on those thoughts had been pried open, it refused to close again.
She couldn't even recall how she had acted after returning to the Tang Family.
'Why is he so different? He's Hyeon... but not Hyeon?'
She couldn't even entertain the notion that her son was someone else entirely. That was when Peng Yeon-hwa's words provided the answer.
<Father, they say even a blank sheet of paper is better when held by two.>
<Isn't it said that even a blank sheet is better when held by two?>
It was nothing special, but hearing two different people say the exact same phrase made it click.
'He was someone else.'
Thinking back, something had always felt off.
From their first meeting, she should have found it strange for her properly raised son to spew such vulgarities.
Every time a doubt arose, Zhuge Mi-ryeong's mind had rejected facing reality.
'Then where is the real Hyeon?'
If those two were different people, where was her true son?
By the time she returned to her own chambers, a long-suppressed memory suddenly surged from a corner of her mind.
<Lord of the Nation, kill me! The Young Lord, he...>
The escort captain's face, twisted in anguish, tears streaming down as he kowtowed desperately.
"Ah, ah..."
Zhuge Mi-ryeong recalled a memory she had completely forgotten until now.
After conversing with Tang Hye-won and returning, she found Go Cheon standing in front of her chambers.
"Madam, come out. What happened?"
Zhuge Mi-ryeong remained silent, and Go Cheon, looking troubled, turned to me as I approached.
"Hyeon, what happened?"
"I don't know if this is a big deal or not, but..."
I explained the mess with that Demonic Cult fool to Go Cheon, who scanned me from head to toe.
"No injuries?"
"None. Though if it had dragged on longer, who knows..."
Go Cheon seemed to assume I was the reason for her state. After hearing the explanation, his expression only grew more baffled.
[You're not spouting nonsense, are you?]
[Why would I make up something like that?]
This time, I was utterly above board.
"Have you eaten?"
"The maid brought food in, but she hasn't touched it."
A skipped meal wouldn't kill anyone, but Go Cheon, ever devoted to his wife, was pacing anxiously.
I was worried too, leaving us two burly men hovering outside, unable to enter.
Then a Tang Family warrior approached and handed Go Cheon a letter.
Calling it a letter was generous; the thick stack screamed documents.
"Ugh..."
Go Cheon glanced between the letter and the door, deep in thought.
"If you're busy, handle that first. I'll stand guard here."
"You'd do that?"
Go Cheon brightened and left after asking me to call him if Zhuge Mi-ryeong emerged.
Alone by the door, I spoke up.
"Mother."
No response to my words.
"You need to eat. If you're hungry, I can fetch something."
"..."
"I'll stay right here. Just say the word if you want anything."
No matter how much time passed, Zhuge Mi-ryeong never called me inside.
[Mother.]
Zhuge Mi-ryeong, lying on the bed without even changing clothes, flinched at her son's voice.
It was that man.
The man claiming to be her son, whose real name she didn't even know.
She and that man, on this very bed...
'No!'
The choice she'd made to cover for her son's mistakes had twisted into the worst possible outcome, strangling her.
The sensation of that man's cock ravaging her night after night like a beast was still vividly fresh.
No excuse could justify it—not even with her son, let alone a stranger.
Memories of panting beneath him welled up.
Her body vividly remembered the feeling of that massive shaft piercing her, urging her womb to breed.
'No, no...'
Her body, which she'd never permitted to anyone but her husband, had not only been offered to her son but defiled by an outsider.
Only Go Cheon.
Her husband alone could cleanse this tainted body.
If she could just cling to him once more, have him rebuke and punish the man, perhaps...
'My lord... help me...'
Zhuge Mi-ryeong waited for the man to leave.
He moved about here and there, but his presence never strayed far from her chambers.
One hourglass, two.
Only after evening passed and the sun fully set did the man finally depart.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong rose immediately, changed into sleeping robes, and opened the connecting door to Go Cheon's chambers.
"M-Madam?"
Go Cheon was startled to see Zhuge Mi-ryeong burst in.
"What happened? Are you alright? Did you eat? Any pain?"
"My lord..."
Seeing her husband scramble up from his desk, Zhuge Mi-ryeong felt a warmth in her chest.
"Don't worry... I was just lost in thought for a bit..."
"...I see. Still, take it easy. Even I'm working for you and Hyeon."
She flinched at her son's name but forcibly shoved those thoughts aside for now.
"More importantly, my lord..."
"What is it, madam?"
Their intimacy had dwindled with age, and she rarely initiated, so the words stuck in her throat.
"W-Well... tonight... how about it?"
Her seductive half-lidded gaze and the pheromones pouring from her made Go Cheon grasp her meaning instantly.
But he shook his head regretfully.
"Sorry. This is urgent... I have to send it back to the agency right away once it's done."
"..."
"Besides, this is someone else's home. Bear with it for now. I'm sorry."
She couldn't argue with Go Cheon's reasonable words as he gently embraced and soothed her.
There was urgent work, and they were guests.
She understood it wasn't the time for bedroom antics.
But Zhuge Mi-ryeong was silently pleading.
'My lord, please hold me...'
She couldn't voice it because she couldn't explain even a fragment of the reason to her husband.
She absolutely couldn't tell him her body had been defiled.
In the end, Zhuge Mi-ryeong forced an awkward smile.
"Take care not to wear yourself out. You're not as young as you used to be."
"Heh, who was just worrying me a moment ago? Eat something and rest well."
As the door closed behind Go Cheon's warm smile, Zhuge Mi-ryeong's expression darkened.
Her body, heated from thoughts of intimacy with her husband, continued to torment her.
Her flesh, thoroughly serviced by cock without respite for days, craved more than she imagined.
'I'm going mad... I really am...'
Zhuge Mi-ryeong hastily tore open her sleeping robes and slipped her hands into her breast bindings and between her legs.
'Like this... no, like this?'
Her right index finger fiddled with her slit, brushing her clit, while her left kneaded her full breast.
A spark of pleasure rose, but...
'Not enough...'
Zhuge Mi-ryeong recalled her most vivid memory—the man who pretended to be her son toying with her body—but it still fell short.
That man's fingers had been thick and firm.
Nothing like her slender ones.
'More, more...'
So engrossed, she didn't notice the shadow approaching the window.
Tang Hye-won had told me not to interfere, but after our talk, seeing Zhuge Mi-ryeong act strangely made it hard to ignore.
Not knowing how things might unfold, I waited outside and activated the soundproof barrier I'd naturally set up.
It covered exactly her chambers, excluding Go Cheon's. He couldn't hear this.
[Hng... Ahng...]
I was debating whether to announce myself when a faint moan reached me.
A barely audible sound unless one listened closely, since it didn't fully block ambient noise.
Boosting my hearing with internal energy, I judged it unmistakably a moan of pleasure.
'Maybe with Go Cheon...?'
But only one presence. Lady Zhuge seemed deep into self-pleasure.
Go Cheon arrived yesterday, they did it once, and now she's masturbating at night? Naughty.
I crept toward the window, suppressing my aura completely.
Imagining the refined, intellectual Zhuge Mi-ryeong lost in masturbation had my cock throbbing, ready to burst.
Hah, can't hold back. The moment I fling it open, I'll pounce.
One, two.
Bang!
"Kyaaah!"
As Zhuge Mi-ryeong screamed, I dashed in swiftly.
She sat on the bed, hands on her body, and yanked her robes to cover herself—but too late.
My hastily dropped pants revealed my cock, plunging toward her glistening pussy like a peerless swordsman's ultimate thrust.
Squiiiish♥
"Hiiiyaang♥"
Self-play hadn't satisfied her; her pussy clenched greedily the instant I entered.
"Haa... Mother..."
Zhuge Mi-ryeong panicked and tried to push me away, but I seized her hands, flipping her onto the bed beneath me.
With my cock buried inside, she couldn't muster her internal energy properly.
"Let go, get off... Hng!"
"Mother, what's wrong? Weren't you loving this just two days ago?"
Slam slam slam slam♥
I pounded my hips like a beast. Her pussy, accustomed to my cock, could handle it easily.
Of course, the resulting pleasure was all hers to bear.
"Pull out, now, ahng♥ I said pull out...!"
Her resistance was fiercer today. Why the sudden change from the compliant woman who'd followed after I used threats against her?
I had no idea, but since she saw me as her son, what more could she do? Shrugging it off, I focused on ravaging her pussy.