Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Didn't We Form a Mother-Son Bond? (1)
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Wuooooong...
Peng Yeon-hwa sat cross-legged with her eyes closed.
Her treasured blade rested on her knees, humming faintly.
After focusing like that for a while, contemplating her inner self and searching in meditation for the most ideal path forward, she slowly opened her eyes and let out her breath.
'It seems possible...'
Lately, her martial arts had hit a plateau.
It stemmed from the limitations of being born a woman. Or more precisely, the constraints arising from her wielding the heavy blade style of the Five Tigers Gate-Splitting Blade Technique.
The Five Tigers Gate-Splitting Blade Technique fundamentally centered on heaviness.
In other words, its goal was to crush everything about the enemy with a single overwhelming strike.
Following that principle, the previous generation's master, Blade King Peng Yu-cheol, had reached the super-elite realm, and afterward, all direct descendants of the Peng family pursued training emphasizing heaviness.
Peng Yeon-hwa had likewise cultivated the Heavy Blade, stepping into the elite realm.
But after coming to the Tang family and enduring constant raids from the Demonic Cult, her heavy blade proved less useful for protecting the household members.
Speed—what she needed was swiftness to move quickly and block enemies before they threatened the family.
Unable to ignore the household's plight, Peng Yeon-hwa stripped away some of the heaviness from her original blade style to emphasize speed, and that effort became a tremendous boon for her.
The resulting Tyrannical Blade, blending heaviness and speed, had astonishingly elevated her martial prowess.
As if that had been her destined path all along, her treasured blade could now slice through foes like a gale.
She had advanced to the super-elite realm that way, but changing direction mid-growth had created an imbalance in her internal energy.
Fundamentally suited for the Heavy Blade yet adapted for the Tyrannical Blade, it had become an ambiguous internal energy that was neither here nor there.
'But...'
Through a recent 'special' circulation exercise, the imbalance in her internal energy had largely resolved, and its quantity had even increased slightly.
"To think such an internal energy method exists..."
If she hadn't experienced it herself, she never would have believed such an outlandish tale.
Kang Yun was a human more extraordinary than legendary spirit medicines like millennium snow ginseng or Azure Spirit Oil that appeared only in myths.
'If only his character were decent...'
He might have become one of the greatest heroes in the martial world.
In any case, with her internal energy bolstered and her usable true qi more abundant, compensating for a woman's lacking physical strength with qi would now be easier.
Just as she prepared to test those results, Peng Yeon-hwa sensed an approaching presence and lowered her raised blade.
"Mother!"
Her daughter Tang Yeong arrived in the underground training hall, breathless and panting.
Though her visits had strangely increased lately, this was the first time she'd rushed in so frantically.
"Yeong-ah, what is it? Why run here in such a hurry?"
"Uh, well... um..."
Now that she was here, Tang Yeong stammered, unsure how to explain.
The information had come from Yu-ha, a maid working at the guest quarters.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong had regained her senses.
She who'd fled reality, believing Kang Yun was her son, had now accepted her real son's death and taken Kang Yun as her adopted son.
The fact that someone tormented by grief had healed was touching in itself, but what truly mattered to Tang Yeong was something else.
A proper mother-son bond established—not with Go Hyeon, but as Kang Yun.
In other words, someone had stepped up to vouch for his uncertain background...
'Now there might be people trying to form ties with Young Hero Kang!'
With his sole flaw resolved, her female cousins might already be eyeing him with sparkling interest.
He lacked nothing in looks, martial arts, or character.
Word might even spread beyond the clan.
Torn with anxiety, her thoughts turned to her mother—close friend of Zhuge Mi-ryeong and Kang Yun's martial instructor—so she rushed over...
"Why rush here and then stay silent? Speak up."
It didn't take long to realize this wasn't something to throw a tantrum about upon arrival.
Tang Yeong hoped the heat rising to her face would pass for exertion from her haste as she finally spoke.
"I-I heard there was a raid by Demonic Cult experts at the western front! I was worried..."
It was information she'd grasped the moment Kang Yun returned yesterday, but mentioning it made Peng Yeon-hwa nod in understanding.
"You must have been shocked. No need to worry. Young Hero Kang survived the raid unharmed, and the Demonic Cult expert was only at the elite level."
"..."
"The Martial Alliance Pavilion Master is even preparing for the possibility of a Demonic Cult group in the area, so no concerns at all."
The Tang family was inured to Demonic Cult raids, and as long as fewer than two of the Four Tyrants came, no one could topple them with Peng Yeon-hwa there.
"Is that so? That's a relief..."
She hadn't truly worried, but Tang Yeong patted her chest in feigned relief.
"Eat plenty now."
She hadn't lacked for food since arriving, so it felt oddly out of place.
But to Go Cheon—no, her father—whose face bloomed with smiles, it meant something different.
Ah, now that she'd decided to call them father and mother, she wouldn't use names even in her thoughts.
With her mother overcoming memories of her dead son, she'd feel full without eating.
Thus, she was eager to do something for her newly adopted son.
"I'm eating just fine on my own, Father. You're making a fuss."
Her mother chided him that way, but he just grinned happily.
At a glance, the newly formed family of three seemed to be enjoying a warm moment.
'But reality is different.'
During that time when sound isolation barrier fully blocked all noise, I'd ejaculated into Mother's womb multiple times.
She said it was a safe day, so I didn't hold back and filled her up.
Had to pull out midway because of the volume, but my semen must still be sloshing stickily inside her womb.
Thanks to that, fatigue lingered on Mother's face, but gauging the timing, I wanted to open the Ascending Immortal Art soon and honor her more comfortably.
'Ah, turning me on.'
Having to stop midway with that lewd body.
Mother, chatting and laughing with Father, glanced my way and playfully scowled when he wasn't looking.
She'd caught the meaning in my gaze.
Wanted to grope that ass at least once, but with Father right there...
If I were sitting right beside her, maybe, but there's space for two between us—reaching out would get spotted instantly.
Father, with his superior martial arts, wouldn't miss it.
I restrained my hardening cock as best I could and resolved to refine my martial arts.
'Someday, I'll grope Mother's ass right in front of Father.'
Instructor Peng Yeon-hwa, I trust in the power of the God-tier curriculum!
Peng Yeon-hwa and Tang Yeong, the mother-daughter pair, weren't particularly close.
Neither was the talkative type, and clan head Tang Jo-myeong openly discouraged his wife and daughter from meeting.
But exceptionally, their conversation stretched on now, solely due to Tang Yeong's intent.
'While I'm here, I should at least catch a glimpse of Young Hero Kang!'
Topics to pique her mother's interest—who focused on martial refinement, not femininity—were scarce, but fortunately, Tang Yeong's efforts bore fruit.
"Young Hero Kang is coming. Shall you head back now?"
"I'll at least say hello before I go."
To her frustratingly prompt-to-dismiss mother, Tang Yeong replied thus and waited for Kang Yun to descend to the training hall.
"Ah, Lady Tang is here. What brings you to the hall so early?"
"Hello, Young Hero. I had something to ask Mother..."
Tang Yeong greeted Kang Yun's words with a flower-like smile, and the two exchanged brief words.
An utterly ordinary exchange between not-so-close man and woman.
But Peng Yeon-hwa sensed it intuitively.
'Yeong-ah...?'
She couldn't be certain, but it seemed Tang Yeong harbored feelings for Kang Yun.
She'd never asked directly, but from maids' reports, her daughter enjoyed romance novels and the like.
She didn't neglect her studies and simply shied from outside activities, so it hadn't worried her much.
But look now.
A faintly flushed expression. Lips striving to curve prettily.
Her daughter, once seeming forever a child, had become a woman.
'Of all people...'
The problem was that the object of her affection was a notorious playboy.
A man who wouldn't hesitate to ravish a married woman—no different from a lust demon.
"It seems I've taken too much of your time. Then I'll..."
"Not at all. Take care."
Handsome, talented, yet his conduct was the issue.
After courteously seeing Tang Yeong off, Peng Yeon-hwa bristled at his beaming face turned her way.
"You aren't eyeing my daughter too, are you?"
"Not at all."
Tang Yeong? Me? Why?
I answered Peng Yeon-hwa's question immediately. Absolutely not.
"Don't lie. You must know my daughter fancies you. Planning to seduce her now that the chance..."
"No. And 'seduce'? That doesn't sound like wording from you, Mother-in-Law..."
I'm a milf fanatic from the start?
Like Namgung Hye, Tang Yeong was just pretty.
Fun to chat with, but that's it. No urge to fuck her or impregnate her.
Unless she turns milf or something changes...
"But you..."
"Hold on a moment?"
I took Peng Yeon-hwa's hand and placed it on my cock.
"What is this...!"
"Just wait."
Peng Yeon-hwa panicked but didn't pull her hand away immediately.
Feeling the soft hand through my pants, my cock swiftly reached full erection...
"If Lady Tang Yeong did the same, would it stand? See?"
I was confident it wouldn't.
Seeing my assured expression, Peng Yeon-hwa removed her hand from my cock with a sigh.
"Don't."
"I won't."
"This is an old woman's worry, but absolutely..."
"I won't."
Satisfied, she went to retrieve her blade from the weapon rack.
Mornings were for martial training as routine, but...
"Let go."
I clung to Peng Yeon-hwa's back, rubbing my cock against her ass.
"You suspected me needlessly, Instructor Peng, leaving me like this. Shouldn't you take responsibility?"
"...Finish martial training first... Ngh!"
Grabbing a breast that filled my hand brought utter bliss.
"In this state, I can't train..."
"How can you train in that mindset... Hngh!"
Slipping my other hand into her pussy and fiddling made it twitch, quickly leaking juices.
"With such a lewd body right in front of me, how could I hold back...? The one holding back is weird..."
Undoing her sash and pants revealed her firm ass.
I dropped mine too, exposing my cock—which never failed to impress—to grind against Peng Yeon-hwa's ass.
"Yeon-hwa... Just one shot..."
"Enough already..."
Squiiiish♥
"Haaaang♥"
Forcing through the tight pussy, I watched Peng Yeon-hwa's fierce glare crumble.
Even though she loves it.
"This is martial training too. Circulating qi..."
Squish squish squish squish♥
Gripping and spreading her ass showed her pussy lips clinging tightly, dragged out along my cock.
Peng Yeon-hwa's lascivious nature. Pretending dislike, yet devotedly massaging my thick cock as it entered.
Her body, steeped in pleasure's memories, surrendered resistance once I thrust deep repeatedly.
"F-Fine, just once... Ahk♥ Absolutely once, hng♥ and done, got it?"
Her body on the verge of collapse, yet her mouth stubbornly resisting—admirable.
"Of course."
How many times had I lied like this? She surely didn't believe it.
I hoisted her pants-tangled legs into a full nelson and straightened my torso.
"Huaaaang♥"
Peng Yeon-hwa wailed as her own weight drove my cock deeper.
I slowly walked like that toward the lounge in the corner of the training hall.
Didn't fancy getting dusty here for sex.
Invading everyday spaces had its thrill, but such novel experiences grew tiresome quickly.
Nothing beat sprawling on a comfy bed and pounding like beasts.
As always, planning for exactly six rounds, I opened the lounge door.
Whether I'd stick to it? Who knows.