Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: Young Master, You've Finally Arrived (1)
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Mong-a was on the verge of screaming.
Ever since they'd entered Hubei Province, her karma had definitely stopped interfering with the journey as much.
But this time, thanks to Kang Yun dragging a courtesan into his room every single night, her head felt like it was going to explode.
'He's not some beast—what the hell is he doing night after night!'
If it was disrupting the trip, she could've used that as an excuse to make him stop, but the guy was always bursting with energy every morning despite tirelessly pounding away.
He wasn't even meditating or getting any sleep, and it had been days already...
'No wonder the courtesans' voices always sound kinda similar...'
She concluded that women's moans were all pretty much the same anyway. There was no way one of those girls was actually tailing them on the journey.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong seemed to have a rough idea of what was going on but had no intention of putting a stop to it. What a tragedy that she'd ended up with a son like that.
It should've been easy enough to just tune it out, but Mong-a couldn't stand it without keeping her distance at first, then deliberately drawing closer to Kang Yun's room to confirm.
'Today too...'
Mong-a inhabited the body of a woman who'd experienced intercourse before.
No matter her own will, constantly picturing a man and woman tangled together made her lower parts itch uncontrollably.
Scenes of passion she'd thought long forgotten kept replaying in her mind.
Terrified of her own flesh slowly demanding satisfaction, Mong-a fled to her room.
"Amitabha, Amitabha..."
Kneeling in her room, clutching her prayer beads and chanting endlessly proved useless.
If anything, the act of chanting itself kept dragging thoughts of sex back to the forefront.
'Just a little...'
Just a little, in secret, all by herself—comforting herself like that should be fine, right?
Such thoughts kept rearing their heads.
Each time, she'd remind herself that she was a nun and forcibly shove the ideas away.
After endlessly erasing the resurfacing urges, her mind began groping toward compromise...
'What if I just don't touch down there...?'
She wouldn't be able to endure like this. If she ended up plunging her own fingers into her pussy...
'Yeah, just a little, just a bit...'
If a light touch could shake off this impulse, she could avoid the worst outcome.
Mong-a slowly raised her trembling hand. Her quivering fingers inched toward her breast.
No matter how much she rationalized it, doing something like this with a body pledged to the Buddha...
"Ahng♥"
As her shaky hand lightly cupped her plump tit, a cheap moan slipped from Mong-a's lips.
'No different from that courtesan...!'
The brief surge of self-loathing was quickly buried under the long-forgotten pleasure of pleasuring herself.
Just kneading her breasts over her clothes made her overheated body start to cool.
'A bit more, just a little...'
But things were going wrong, step by step. The fading itch was starting to intensify again.
No, she'd known from the start. This wouldn't be enough to quell the urge.
It was like knowing you'd get the runs but chugging muddy water anyway because your throat was parched.
'No, I can't, no...!'
Her hand began drifting toward her pussy.
It wasn't like she was taking a man's cock, and no one else would ever find out.
As long as she kept her mouth shut, no one would know.
"Huu... Huu...!"
Her reaching hand halted abruptly at one realization.
Gulp.
Her lower hole wasn't just the one.
A way to cool the heat without touching her pussy.
'H-how could I even think something so depraved...!'
Even though it was her own idea, Mong-a felt her mind reeling.
But the heat surging from her body demanded compromise.
Go on, touch it. It's not your pussy anyway, it seemed to say.
In the end, Mong-a slid down her pants and reached for her asshole.
Twitch.
Her buttocks quivered at the tentative brush of her fingers.
Afar more delicate spot than her pussy—Mong-a began caressing it ever so gently, afraid of hurting herself.
Swoosh.
"Eut...!"
The instant her pinky slipped inside and touched the anal walls, Mong-a's waist spasmed.
This much was fine; she could probably push in her index finger without issue.
Unlike her self-lubricating pussy, it felt dry and tight, but that didn't matter.
'If this can just calm the sensation...'
Mong-a slowly pressed her index finger into her asshole.
"Haeut...♥"
It was a weird feeling. Not pure pleasure, nor intense pain—just a stuffy pressure.
But far more effective than toying with her breasts, it cooled her body.
Shush-shush-shush-shush.
Her still-stiff anus made wet flesh-rubbing sounds.
But Mong-a was starting to get the hang of how to work the finger sliding in and out.
'Here... inside feels better than the outside...'
Gradually forgetting even how indecent it was, Mong-a had undone her top and was kneading her fully exposed tits.
"Heut, good...!"
Her loosening anus responded to the finger's movements, softly welcoming it.
Her fingering grew more vigorous in turn.
The sphincter panicked at the intruding guest but soon unleashed its specialty—tight constriction—amplifying the pleasure.
The silent room filled only with Mong-a's heated breaths and faint skin-rubbing noises.
'Almost, almost there...!'
Her lifelong virgin asshole was steadily guiding her toward climax.
"Haeuuut...!"
Letting out mewls like a cat in heat, Mong-a finally came, feeling her asshole twitch and mercilessly milk her finger.
Her buttocks shuddered, and her left hand unconsciously clenched, squeezing her tit hard.
After basking in the afterglow for a while, sprawled on the bed, Mong-a easily plummeted into guilt.
"..."
She'd managed not to touch her pussy, at least. The body-consuming heat was gone.
But Mong-a knew her actions weren't the right answer—and as a nun, nothing to be proud of.
"Amitabha..."
Mong-a simply straightened her disheveled robes and chanted, repenting to the Buddha.
"Then, this nun shall take her leave..."
Yes! Finally!
"Thanks to your presence, Nun, we've felt secure all this time. It's a shame to see you go like this."
His mother bid Mong-a farewell with words that didn't match her feelings at all.
For days after the courtesan bust, Mong-a had held out, but suddenly she announced she was heading to Hunyangbu—aka the Wudang Mountains area—what the hell had gotten into her?
Hunyangbu was still in Hubei, sure, but in the complete opposite direction, which only made him wonder why she'd tagged along this far in the first place.
Whatever. Water under the bridge. She was leaving, after all.
"Nun, please take care."
"Thank you, Young Hero. You too... don't... overdo it..."
He figured she was about to warn him about his nightly sex marathons, but she glanced at his mother and clamped her mouth shut.
She'd been creeping up to his room every night to eavesdrop, so of course she knew. At least she had the tact to zip it before leaving.
The horse borrowed from the Tang Family had been coolly gifted to her by his mother. Watching Mong-a ride off into the distance, Kang Yun reflected.
She'd stuck with them to the bitter end and been utterly useless.
"Mother, shall we get going then?"
"Let's."
With Mong-a gone, they could finally head to Anhui without a care.
It was a huge relief, too—he'd been agonizing over whether to show off the pregnant Eon So-young and swear her to secrecy.
For the record, he'd asked his mother what her hardcore plan to boot Mong-a had been, but she'd refused, saying there was no benefit in spilling it.
"Heh heh heh..."
Anyway, outdoor sex unlocked! Unlocked!
His mother shook her head at his creepy grin, like she couldn't do a thing with him.
"...Don't make me do anything too weird?"
She said it sternly, like no way—but sure enough.
"Son... deeper...♥"
Mid-journey, they ducked behind a convenient bush. Pants down, cock sliding in from behind, and his mother transformed.
Squelch-squelch-squelch♥
Her sopping-wet pussy clenched tight around his cock—what was "no" supposed to mean again?
"Just once, ahut♥ and then we go...? Got it?"
"...Got it."
If they weren't traveling, he'd just lie and keep pounding away, but they had a tight itinerary with booked inns. Waste time, and they'd end up camping.
Outdoor sex was great, but not worth roughing it overnight.
"Mother, people coming down the road...!"
Squeezeee♥
Whisper it in her ear midway, and her pussy clamped down hard.
They weren't banging right in the middle of the path—as long as they stayed quiet, folks would pass oblivious.
But stray just a few steps off the road, and anyone would spot the beast-like man and woman rutting away.
"Our mother's such a perv... pussy loving it just 'cause someone's coming?"
"Haeut...♥ It's not that I like... heup♥"
People be damned—he mercilessly slammed his cock to the hilt in her pussy.
"A lady who used to be one of the Three Peaks, squeezing her son's cock so tight outdoors—who'd believe it?"
"You're awful, really..."
She shot him a glare, but her ass chased his cock, bucking in perfect sync.
Thrust-thrust-thrust♥
[I... back then...]
Between the slick sounds of his cock plunging into her juice-drooling pussy, faint voices of passersby drifted over.
"Over here... the former Three Peaks master, Zhuge Mi-ryeong..."
"Ahng♥ Son, too deeeep...!"
"Sweet mom usually, but her slutty pussy loooves it when her son's cock pounds her deep..."
Tiny whispers no one could hear—but every time, her pussy squeezed.
"Son, I'm..."
Her waist spasmed; she was about to cum.
"Kyaa..."
Pants tangled at her knees, he hoisted her legs into a wide V—and her cute scream cut short.
The passerby hadn't cleared out yet.
Slam-slam-slam-slam♥
Bucking his hips up drove his cock even deeper, thanks to her weight.
"Haaaang♥ Son, no, nooo..."
"Almost done. Gonna cum soon too."
"Not that, heut...♥"
She seemed desperate to say something, but couldn't get it out in time.
Spuuurt-spuuurt.
"Haeuuuuung...♥"
Her climaxing pussy slurped up the semen gushing from his cock.
But that wasn't the end.
Spluuuush.
Piss sprayed from between his mother's legs. Oh lord.
"Told you no..."
She turned, face beet-red with shame. He kissed her forehead.
"I like you like this too, so it's fine."
"What are you saying..."
Good position anyway—no piss on clothes.
He tore a cloth strip, wiped the urine from her pussy clean, then scooped out the cum he'd dumped inside.
"This good?"
"Really, no more of this ever..."
She seemed utterly shocked at peeing herself in front of her son, but everyone gets used to it eventually.
Someday he wanted to see his mother piss herself again...!
Anyway, trying out all the stuff they'd missed because of Mong-a like that, they finally entered Anhui.