Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: You Said There Wouldn't Be Any Obstacles, Right? (2)
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I knew it would turn out like this.
Tak!
I blocked the flying dagger by raising a chair and shouted in utter frustration.
"Sister, isn't this an obstacle too?"
"..."
Mong-a blocked the enemies' attacks—swords swinging in groups of two or three—using the beads clutched in her hand, then unleashed Finger Force with her other hand to knock one out cold.
Unlike the early stages where she'd casually knocked out several foes with ease, now she was barely managing one at a time.
The enemies' martial arts were decently high-level, and their organized formation suggested they were from some sect invading as a group.
Mostly second-rate, with a few first-rates mixed in—but enough to threaten even a peak expert in a group fight.
"This isn't good. I need to help her first..."
"Lady Zhuge, Lady Binni can handle it herself!"
Mother tried to assist the perilously struggling Mong-a, but Mong-a refused.
Even as some of the attacks Mong-a dodged flew toward me or Mother, she stubbornly held her ground.
"Sister, it might be better if we help..."
"Didn't I tell you to stay put?!"
I couldn't understand why she was refusing help so fiercely, but from what Mother had explained earlier, it wasn't that simple.
Interfering in someone else's fight meant getting tangled in their grudges.
It wouldn't just end with making an enemy of one person—you could end up on the bad side of their friends, family, and everyone connected to them.
'But...'
The guy standing back there watching was unsettling just by existing.
He didn't look overwhelmingly strong. Probably high first-rate, maybe low peak.
One-on-one, Mong-a would win easily. If I thought it was winnable, that was the verdict. Except...
"Haa... haa..."
The problem was that Mong-a's stamina was draining fast against this pack of dogs charging relentlessly. What grudge could she possibly hold?
Mother, traveling together as we were, clearly wanted to prevent any serious injury to Mong-a and kept her eyes on the guy in the back.
She probably figured blocking him from joining would suffice. But trouble erupted from an unexpected quarter.
As Mong-a kept pulling beads from her sleeve to fight, her hand slipped, and one bead she had pinched between her fingers dropped.
'Damn it.'
I launched myself forward without thinking.
"Die!"
Seizing the lucky opening, an enemy swung his sword down with a vicious grin.
I closed in fast, lightly tugged Mong-a's shoulder to pull her from the blade's path, then smashed my qi-infused fist into his face.
Pwaak!
He seemed first-rate at best, and I hadn't hit that hard, so he wouldn't die.
"Who's dying? Worry about not dying yourself."
"What do you think you're doing?!"
I'd saved her, and yet Mong-a flipped out.
"I was helping you. Why are you so mad?"
"Didn't I tell you to stay out of it?!"
I ignored the rampaging Mong-a and got to my point.
"Hey, you. Your men look pretty beat up. How about calling it quits?"
The boss-like guy who'd been hanging back finally spoke.
"...Hand over that bitch who hurt my son, and we're good."
Ah, what a pain. Was he a monk or a thug? How many beatdowns had he handed out?
"As her travel companion, I can't agree to that. Leave before I kill you all. Please."
I released my pent-up inner energy, and the second-rate scrubs paled.
"You're young. You don't grasp the weight of Jianghu grudges yet?"
"Grudges? This lady is the grand da... Mmph."
Mong-a from the Emei Sect—could they really handle messing with Emei?—clamped her hand over my mouth as I tried to say it. What, scared to reveal she's Emei?
[What the hell do you want? If you keep soloing this, you could die. For real.]
"I'll let your interference just now slide if you behave..."
[Does this guy turn out to have some massive faction backing him? Why are you doing this?]
"But if you dare make an enemy of me, I won't forgive you. I am the Lord of the White Serpent Sect—"
"Shut up!"
I reared back both hands and unleashed a full-force Palm Force at the blabbermouth—White Serpent Lord or whatever.
With my overflowing inner energy, the surprise Palm Force hit him dead-on as he reflexively assumed a defensive stance.
But taking it square, he'd feel his flesh cooking under the searing Solar Yang Finger energy.
"Y-You bastard...!"
Like he'd been struck by some dirty sneak attack, the blabbermouth groaned and collapsed—but hey, you guys started the sneaking.
Do I need to pop up arrows and a timer to announce when I'm attacking after your ambush?
"L-Lord!"
Since the skirmish had reached a lull, the sudden strike left his men in chaos.
One higher-level subordinate barked orders, and soon a few hoisted the blabbermouth up.
As his gang vanished from sight, Mong-a stared at me with a bizarre expression.
That evening, we arrived in Wuhuan, Hubei Province.
Otherwise known as the coronavirus epicenter, Wuhan.
In this corona-free era, it was a thriving city, so we spotted plenty of clean, spacious inns.
Until now, we'd only passed through villages, so no camping out...
"Three single rooms ready."
I'd picked a high-end inn bustling with guests and hatched an ambitious plan.
Using the excuse of limited rooms, I successfully scattered our three rooms apart.
I'd told the young errand boy that a kid alone shouldn't switch rooms with a guest, but he said it was fine.
A few coins later, his mouth stayed shut.
Over dinner, I mentioned the scattered rooms to Mother, then transmitted something else.
[Mother, sneak into my room tonight.]
"Right, nothing we can do if rooms are scarce."
I exchanged a lecherous glance with Mother as she nodded, then shoved the weary-faced Sister Mong-a into her room first.
"Sister, rest well."
"...You too, young hero."
Next, I washed up nice and fresh with the hot water I'd requested from the errand boy, then asked for cold water.
I'd heat it later with Solar Yang Finger for a bath with Mother.
Lying on the quality, comfy bed waiting for her, my cock—unused for days—sprang to full erection.
Truth be told, en route I'd fantasized about sneaking off to bushes for sex, or a dark alley—every damn scenario.
Mong-a tagging along meant it stayed fantasy. So frustrating.
Knock knock.
[Son... you asleep?]
"Come in."
Mother entered, hair loosely tied up, wearing light casual robes.
Her slightly damp hair meant she'd bathed.
Thinking of her washing up just to fuck me made my cock throb, nearly bursting my pants.
"Oh my, son... you've built up quite a load, haven't you...?"
Mother smiled as she approached the bed, reaching out to stroke my cock over my clothes.
"Thinking of Mommy got you like this...?"
"Of course..."
Chuuuup... haup...
Our tongues tangled as Mother's hand slowly untied my sash.
She slid down my loosened pants, then caressed my cock with her soft, delicate fingers.
"Naughty cock... swelling up huge to pound Mommy deep...?"
"Urgh...! Mother..."
Heat surged wherever her gently stroking hand touched.
Something's off? Mother wouldn't be this relaxed...
Instinct kicking in, I forced my hand into her pants.
"Kyaa...! S-Son... d-don't grope Mommy so rough...!"
Her pussy depths were already sopping wet. Yeah, figures.
I shoved Mother's hand aside and scooped her onto the bed.
"Son, just a bit more teasing..."
"For whose benefit?"
I yanked her pants off completely.
That lewd ass I'd groped nightly just days ago was exposed.
Sight making me impatient, I stripped naked like shedding skin.
I peeled off Mother's clothes too, leaving only a horny male and female in the inn's single room, desperate to mate.
"Son... come here?"
Mother grabbed her legs, spreading them wide.
Between them winked a pink, lewd hole twitching hungrily for something to fill it.
And I had just the thing.
"Mother...!"
Spluuurt♥
"Haaaang♥"
Succumbing to Mother's slutty temptation, I rammed my raging cock in to the hilt.
This wanton pussy, aching to give her firstborn to a blood-unrelated son, squelched and clenched around me.
"Pussy... my pussy...! Mommy's pussy feels so good...!"
"Nng♥ Your dad's useless...♥ It's son's pussy now...! Exclusively yours...!"
The prim Mother I'd barely overlaid these past days reverted to her cock-obsessed nympho milf.
Starved for days, her hips bucked eagerly to take my cock.
"Dad's useless, right? You'd fuck him if he asked?"
"Nng... w-well... who knows...?"
Mother's lips curved slyly.
"If son really wants... I could make him useless...?"
"Hng...!"
"Hiiyaang...♥"
Gripping her thighs tight, I thrust deep to her womb—Mother, teasing me so smugly, broke with a wail.
"My cock's way better! Stop messing with me!"
"Haang...♥ Son's cock is so much better...♥ But your dad's precious too...?"
"No way! Be my woman!"
Squelch-squelch-squelch♥
"Aaaang♥"
"My pussy's not enough! All of you—my woman! Lips, tits, pussy, womb—all mine!"
"Ahng...! Son...♥"
"Bear my baby! Tell Dad it's his!"
Squeeeze♥
At my demand, Mother's pussy clamped down hard on my cock.
"Your dad would feel so bad, hng...!"
"He'd love it! A cute baby looking just like you!"
"...Y-You think...?"
Mother perking up like that was too hot—I was about to slam harder when our faces both stiffened.
[Young hero, are you inside?]
Damn it, Mong-a's here. What the fuck for?!