Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: You Said There Wouldn't Be Any Obstacles, Right? (3)
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Zhuge Mi-ryeong felt like her breath had stopped.
She'd thought Mong-a would have no reason to visit her son. Their relationship had always been distant, and there'd even been some friction just moments ago.
Besides, she'd heard the rumors about Mong-a, so she figured there was no way the woman would come seeking out her son specifically.
'Why on earth...?'
Bang!
The door flew open without even a knock for permission.
"Young hero, I have something to discuss..."
Mong-a froze with a sharp gasp. She couldn't see it because her son's body was in the way, but the sound alone told her everything.
She'd been caught.
'No choice now... I'll have to go all out...!'
[Shh...!]
Her son looked quite flustered too, but he raised a finger to his lips.
What was he planning?
"Haaaang...♥"
Her son's paused hips began moving again, his manhood stimulating her inner walls.
The thick shaft plunging in powerfully, as if someone like Mong-a didn't even exist—it felt incredible, as always.
"Y-Young hero! What are you doing? Th-There's someone right here! And who is that woman in the first place?"
"I've been pent up for days, so I called in a courtesan to relieve some tension. If anything, I want to ask you—did I say you could come in?"
Squeeze♥
Zhuge Mi-ryeong felt her lower body clinging tightly to her son's manhood, gripping it firmly.
He was using the fact that his face was hidden to pass her off as a body-selling whore.
"Even so, I'm already in here. Stop this indecent display right now..."
"Indecent? This is her job. She takes payment and does her work."
"...To think a man who calls in filthy whores just to sate his lust speaks so eloquently!"
Courtesan, courtesan!
Born as direct lineage of the Zhuge family and raised in luxury.
She'd never needed to act arrogant toward others—her exceptional beauty and talents had always earned her recognition on their own.
To her, the label "courtesan" was a thrilling glimpse into an endless abyss.
Her body, beautiful and powerful, reduced to a tool solely for satisfying her son's desires.
'Courtesan... A courtesan made to satisfy my son's urges...!'
Her breathing grew ragged, her entire body awakening to feel every bit of him vividly.
His firm muscles, his rough panting breaths, even the thick scent of his sweat.
Above all, the thick manhood roughly thrusting in and out of her core left a searing heat etched into her flesh.
"Hiyaang, ahut♥"
[Son, my sooon...!]
"Naturally, shouldn't Lady Mong-a excuse herself? Showing up unannounced and scolding me like this is quite disconcerting."
"...Fine. I've no business here anymore, so consider it done!"
Mong-a slammed the door shut with a loud bang and stormed off.
Seeing her son, who'd been smirking smugly until then, now tense with nerves made her want to laugh.
"...Think she's gone?"
"Seems like it."
Squish squish squish squish♥
The moment they both sensed Mong-a was gone, their bodies agreed, and her son's manhood began ravaging her depths once more.
"Hrng♥ Son, when did your mother... become a courtesan?"
"Sorry if that bothered you."
"Ahng♥ It couldn't be helped, haeut♥ right?"
Her son looked at a loss, yet still drove his manhood in vigorously.
"Sooon... Should your mother... aahng♥ try being a courtesan?"
"...Pardon?"
"Ah♥ Just for you... haeuk♥ a courtesan...?"
Her baffled son's lips curled into a grin.
"Mi-ryeong...!"
Squeeze squeeze squeeze♥
The instant he called her name, Zhuge Mi-ryeong felt her lower body react again.
This wasn't even lover-like. It was like how one treated a mere underling.
"Yes, my lord... hit♥"
"Your inner walls grip me so perfectly again today...! What a superb pussy...!"
Unlike his haughty, official-like speech, he simply battered her fiercely with his manhood.
A cock like that in a brothel, and some courtesans might even pay to take it.
"Have you considered becoming my concubine?"
Her son's imagination was firing on all cylinders now, fleshing out the fantasy.
"Haeng, what does your... ahut! wife say...?"
"Tch, a man is the heavens, a woman the earth—how dare she defy heaven's will?"
"Pfft...!"
Zhuge Mi-ryeong burst out laughing at the sudden image of her son doing laundry.
"Mother... hey!"
Guessing what she was thinking, he tried to subdue her with his blazing-hot cock.
"Aghuk♥ Son... my sooon...!"
Plunge plunge plunge plunge♥
Her womb entrance clung desperately to his manhood. Her young, firm shaft sought his seed, pressing its opening against him.
His cock began twitching too, on the verge of release.
"Listen up, courtesan Zhuge."
"Haeut, what is it, my young lord...♥"
Zhuge Mi-ryeong sensed what was coming from her son's lips.
"Bear my child, and you can enter as my concubine. How about it?"
"Hrng, what should... haeuk♥ I do...? Haaaang♥"
Pretending to hesitate, he slammed his hips down demandingly.
"Accept! Be my concubine!"
"Nooo...♥ I have a husbaaand...♥"
"Be my woman! Get pregnant!"
His desire had finally reared its head again. Even as a foster mother, his dark craving to impregnate her—the mother herself.
That desire crept into her heart like an infection.
From "I wouldn't mind getting pregnant" to "I must get pregnant," she felt her insides staining black.
Without realizing it, Zhuge Mi-ryeong opened her mouth.
"I'll get... pregnaaant...♥ Your baby, haaang♥ I'll bear it...!"
"Mother...! I'm cumming!"
"Fill me up...! Haaang♥ Flood mother's womb with your baby batter...!"
"Get pregnant!"
Spurt spurt spurt spurt
"Hiyaaaang...♥"
His convulsing manhood erupted powerfully, filling her womb to the brim.
Not mere proof of pleasure and lust, but the true essence for creating life.
Not a single drop of the surging semen overflowing felt wasted.
"Son..."
"Yes, Mother."
"Now we're really making a sibling... you know that, right...?"
"Of course..."
Even after unloading so much, his manhood remained rock-hard, twitching to assert its presence.
The night was long. The two continued their serpentine, intense coupling through it all.
Mong-a bolted from Kang Yun's room and wandered aimlessly.
'Filthy, filthy beast!'
Though she'd refused his help, she had accepted it in the end, so she'd meant to express her gratitude.
She'd also planned to give him a stern warning about not taking Jianghu grudges lightly.
She still didn't like the man, but courtesy demanded at least that much.
'Bringing in a whore? Pent up with what?!'
Her mind in turmoil, she hadn't even thought to ask permission before throwing open the door—that was her mistake.
The afterimage still burned in her eyes.
A woman with legs splayed like a frog, and a man pounding down like a beast devouring her.
His vigorous shaft plunging between her plump cheeks, drawing sweet moans from the courtesan.
That blissfully happy voice still echoed in her ears.
Mong-a wanted to wash out her eyes and ears, unable to erase the sordid sight and sounds.
'Does Lady Zhuge know her son is such a man?'
Probably not. If she did, she'd have disciplined him severely to prevent such filth forever.
Mong-a pondered telling Zhuge Mi-ryeong.
But what if she already knew and turned a blind eye?
Recalling how brazenly he'd exposed his hideous cock before her, it somehow seemed possible.
Mong-a hated men. Mong-a hated her own beauty.
Because of men, because of her beauty, she'd lost everything and taken refuge in the Buddha's path.
<Hyun-yu, run... You at least must live...>
After her husband's death, she'd sworn off all contact with the world's men.
'Calm down. It's nothing serious.'
It wasn't like they had any prior connection. She was just accompanying at Huangbo Hyo-seon's request to aid Zhuge Mi-ryeong.
A momentary lapse had led her to converse, but now she knew his true colors—that was that.
The bedding scene after decades was startling, but she'd experienced it with her husband too.
Soon, the memory would fade, and the lingering ache in her body would vanish.
Ah, feels good.
I heated up the water I'd prepared in advance and slipped into the bath with Mother.
"Son, are you comfortable? Maybe Mother should bathe later after all?"
"Stay together."
I brushed off Mother's words. Soaking like this together was the best part—how could she not get that?
Mother hesitated, turning her head away before looking forward again.
My cock was still huge, poking at her ass, but dawn was approaching soon, so I had to hold back.
"What about Lady Mong-a...? I hope she doesn't go spreading rumors about you everywhere."
"She'll be fine."
Mong-a seemed like the type who held a lot back. Would someone like that blab about this specifically?
Mother knew it too, but worry gnawed at her anyway.
Truth be told, even if word spread, I didn't care. I'd legally bought a courtesan and fucked her—what's the problem?
"I'm just grateful you agreed to bear my child."
"St-Still, we should time it with your father somehow..."
Basic common sense. No memories of fucking, and suddenly "It's yours!"—unless it was Bluetooth sperm, no way he'd buy it.
"Hmm, then should we stick to the pill plan after all?"
Mother nodded shyly. Meaning sex would continue regardless.
If it'd unlocked sooner, I could've drugged Father's drink, knocked him out, and claimed we did it then for an alibi.
Could've impregnated her already—such a shame.
"Then Mother can't introduce you to anyone..."
Mother had planned to bring me to gatherings of Jianghu elites like the Nine Dragons Contest and show me off.
She might think skill alone suffices in the martial world, but no way—pedigree matters here too.
Direct disciples of the Nine Great Sects and heirs of the Five Great Families strut around like rich Gangnam kids—that's the martial world.
Some nobody of unknown origin suddenly popping up and beating those elites one after another?
At best, they'd treat you like a cow staring at a chicken; at worst, rumors of demonic arts would make you a public enemy.
"Mother, so about Lady Mong-a..."
"...Since it's come to this, it'd be nice if she took the hint and left on her own... but if not, we'll have to take a firmer approach."
Like a monk gone mad for meat after one taste, Mother's eyes were fierce after days of cock starvation and finally getting some.
I had no idea what this "firmer approach" was, but please, please, let it mean we part ways tomorrow morning!