Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: When the Baby Enters (3)
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I'd always wanted to try something special at the end of sex.
"Ah, my son... this is really...!"
"Mi-ryeong, it's not over yet. You gonna call me 'son' again?"
"But still...!"
I get it. If it weren't for the combo of sleeping pills and that blood transfusion acupuncture trick, I wouldn't have dared to try this either.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong—no, let's call her Mother again. Mother was sticking her ass out toward me right over Father's face.
"Mother, you know having one right next to you like this is basically the same thing."
Of course, it wasn't the same at all. The only similarity was that he'd see it the moment he opened his eyes.
"But...!"
Droplets of her love juices leaked from Mother's pussy, dripping one by one onto Father's face.
No wonder it felt cold, but Father, forced into a deep sleep, didn't stir.
"We gotta finish quick before Father wakes up, right?"
"Ahng...!"
As I kissed the entrance of Mother's pussy with my glans, she shuddered, shoulders twitching, then lowered her head briefly before dropping her waist and thrusting her ass out even more blatantly.
"Ah, my son's gonna impregnate Mommy's pussy... fuck it deep with that hard cock of yours...?"
Squuuish♥
"Hngaaah...!"
"Mother...! Take my cock...!"
Excited, I started thrusting my dick in and out fast.
Who wouldn't get turned on by this? The second Father opens his eyes, he'll see Mother's pussy devouring my cock.
Her pussy, gaping like it was begging for my dick, clamped shut tight the moment I entered, sucking right onto it.
"Mother's excited too, huh...? Gets you hot showing off your pussy right in front of Father?"
"Nngh, nooo...♥ You made me do it...!"
Mother denied it vehemently, but her hips moved so flexibly to take me in, and her pussy splashed juices everywhere—her reactions were anything but ordinary.
I couldn't see it, but plenty of her sticky fluids must have splattered below her pussy by now.
"I'm just trying to finish quick... hngh♥ That's all...!"
With her self-justification complete, Mother ramped up her hip movements even more.
"I see...?"
I smirked and said it, making her face flush red, but she didn't argue further.
I leaned over her back, pressing my body against hers, and kneaded her full breasts.
"Hnght♥ Does my son like Mommy's tits that much...?"
"Of course."
They might not leak milk like Eon So-young's, but just the soft feel of Mother's breasts stimulating my palms was worth it.
It was fun how her pussy reacted differently whenever I toyed with them.
The way it squirmed and squeezed would suddenly loosen or tighten unpredictably, making the inner textures impossible to anticipate on my dick.
"Our baby girl's lucky... Mommy's tits are so pretty..."
"Don't say weird stuff, hnght♥ I told you...!"
"It's a compliment."
"Aaahng...! You're killing me... You know everything and still...!"
I smacked Mother's ass as she groaned, enjoying how her pussy clenched tight, but even that fun was nearing its end.
"Mother, you know if I cum like this, it'll splatter all over Father's face, right? You gotta take it all in your womb."
"Ahng, I know, so hurry up and nghh♥ cum already... It's too much...♥"
Mother covered her mouth with one hand, holding back her climax.
"My baby... Take it all...! All in Mother's womb...!"
My hips, pistoning my dick furiously, slammed my pubic bone against her ass and froze.
Her cervix didn't miss the chance, latching right onto my cock.
Spuuuurt, spluuuurt
I unloaded... pumping Mother's belly full of cum.
Even knowing she'd surely get pregnant, I wanted to shove one more drop inside, deeper, deeper.
Not a single spot in this woman's womb untouched by my seed...!
"Haaahng, son, son...!"
I kissed her lips again as she turned her head, seeking me.
Our final mating, merging our genes into one, concluded right atop the man she called Father.
Our sweat-slick skins rubbed stickily against each other like glue, until I laid her body down beside Father.
Slurp, smack...!
Even as we devoured each other's mouths, noisily swapping spit, Mother's climaxing pussy squeezed my cock, checking for any leftover cum.
"Haa, Mother...!"
"Son...!"
Mother gazed at me with dreamy, hazy eyes. I pulled her close, trapping her in my arms.
A soft chuckle escaped her. I felt my own lips curving into a similar smile.
Just like that, another woman carrying my child had joined the fold.
I dressed quietly and slipped out of the inn without anyone noticing.
Officially, it was Mother and Father who'd fucked.
The fewer people who knew her grown son had been there for the noisy romp, the better.
Ideally, no one at all.
Absolutely, absolutely no touching Father. At least not until this morning.
That's the warning I'd given Mother. It didn't really mean much.
I just wanted to complete the proposition: Father never laid a finger on Mother's body.
'She'll handle it fine.'
I strolled through the early morning crowds, busy folk hustling about, sniffing the deodorizing scent I'd sprayed on myself.
"Kang, my brother! Wait, not you?"
I turned at the familiar voice. There was Peng Wol, looking thoroughly drunk.
He must've been boozing all night. If I'd gotten caught yesterday, it really would've been game over. Loyalty to Gyeon Yong-jin!
"You said you were drinking with your parents yesterday. Looks like it was just one drink, huh?"
"...Yeah, Brother. Pretty much."
I gave an awkward smile and dodged the question.
"Sun's already up, and we've got prep today, so no go, but tomorrow let's get properly wasted."
Truth be told, Peng Wol could outdrink me even tonight and I'd still lose.
Among all the peak masters I'd fought, not one could I confidently beat head-on.
Even with how much stronger I'd gotten since descending the mountain, that hadn't changed.
"Wol, there you are."
"...Mother?"
Peng Wol's drunken, slack eyes sharpened the instant a woman's voice called out.
His slouched posture straightened perfectly. If not for the booze breath and flushed face, no one would've guessed he was drunk.
I turned to see a middle-aged beauty. Her drooping eyes gave her a gentle, kindly air.
Judging by her looks, early to mid-forties, and as Peng Wol's mother in his early thirties, she seemed quite a bit older than my own mother.
Still, undeniably a stunner.
"Drinking till morning, I see."
"...Sorry."
"I'm not blaming you, no need to worry. Just don't overdo it—it's poison to the body."
"Yes."
Peng Wol bowed politely, as courteous as if greeting a stranger.
"And who might this young hero be?"
"Yes, Madam. Name's Kang Yun. Got close with your son during this Nine Dragons Contest."
"I see. I'm Yang Ha-jeong. Take good care of Wol."
I'd thought her vibe was warm for just hunting down her drunken son this early, but her next words revealed another purpose.
"Wol, we're heading back to the family first."
"Pardon?"
Peng Wol sounded flustered, but Yang Ha-jeong explained calmly.
"Word came from the Inspector General—he'll visit the family soon. The Patriarch wants to meet him personally, so I suppose I should go along."
"But...!"
Peng Wol started to protest but clamped his mouth shut. Yang Ha-jeong tilted her head slightly at his reaction before continuing.
"Wol, congratulations on becoming one of the Nine Dragons. Gyeon Yong-jin won't be easy, but I know you can win."
"...Yes, Mother."
"Young hero, you fighting today too?"
Even his opponent barely registered with her. Or maybe no one else mattered besides Gyeon Yong-jin.
"Yes, Madam. Against your son today."
"Oh, you're the Little Dragon."
"...Yes, though it's embarrassing."
These dragon titles were just what people called you.
The organizers only officially recognized the Nine Dragons title upon victory; the nicknames were whatever folks wanted.
"May you have a fine match. No injuries for either of you."
"Yes, Mother."
"Yes, Madam. Thank you."
Yang Ha-jeong hurried off. Peng Wol stared after her tense figure.
There was an odd awkwardness in their dynamic.
'None of my business. Whatever.'
What caught my interest wasn't Peng Wol's discomfort, but Yang Ha-jeong's beauty—and one other thing.
'Is Gyeon Yong-jin's mom a beauty too?'
She was from Wudang Sect, and if she'd been pretty in her youth and kept up her cultivation to preserve her looks, she'd probably be a fine woman.
My milf radar was going off.
"Pung-yeon, calm down..."
"What do you know, Sis?!"
Neung Pung-yeon felt his guts twist even more as his older sister, Neung Hui-yeon, grabbed his hand.
"Who cares about Nine Dragons? Plenty live fine without it. You've got great martial arts and looks, Pung-yeon..."
Neung Hui-yeon's expression made him doubt if she was really trying to soothe him.
Her words tumbled out flatly, with empty eyes betraying no interest—hard to tell if they held any sincerity.
Secret Phoenix Neung Hui-yeon.
With her mysterious aura, stunning looks, and top-tier skills, the world called her the best of the Three Phoenixes, but Neung Pung-yeon wondered if people were blind.
'Secret Phoenix? More like Empty Phoenix. Not a hidden phoenix, but one hollowed out.'
His older sister had always been unreadable, her thoughts a mystery despite her talent. Her making Three Phoenixes was baffling enough, and now he wasn't even Nine Dragons?
'Shaolin's True Dragon, Namgung Family's Namgung Chang...!'
Those two would snag the spots. They'd held their own decently against Peng Wol and Gyeon Yong-jin.
Shaolin dragons might bow out voluntarily as celibate monks, but not right away.
Fury boiled, but he couldn't strike his sister, so Neung Pung-yeon swallowed it down.
"Fine, just let go, Sis."
Neung Hui-yeon released him only after checking he wouldn't rampage and smash things.
Irritated by her gaze, Neung Pung-yeon huffed—then snapped his head toward an approaching presence nearing the lodging.
"Pung-yeon, it's done!"
The door flew open, and his mother, Mae So-hyang, spoke words Neung Pung-yeon couldn't grasp.
But after her explanation, he shivered with thrill—his chance had finally come.
'The Nine Dragons seat is mine...!'
In his mind, the honorable position he'd lost drew near again.
The pill in his bosom would ensure he claimed it.
Neung Pung-yeon counted the days impatiently.