Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Try It Then (1)
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I was released.
Honestly, it had been a close call. She hadn't meant to, but thrusting out her chest like that and telling me to make her mine...
Any hot MILF doing that, and if I hadn't been utterly drained, my dick would've gone rock hard in an instant.
If Young Ho-kyeong hadn't flared his demonic energy midway, I might've really fallen under her spell and gone along with it.
'Fuck.'
Before sensing that demonic energy, I'd even briefly fantasized about enjoying a harem of MILFs in the Demonic Cult.
It's a place where people live, after all—how many smoking hot MILFs could there be? MILF King lifestyle, totally doable...
The problem was that my body, filled with pure righteous energy, couldn't shake off its aversion to demonic qi.
If I could completely conceal it like Young Ho-kyeong, maybe—but those Demonic Cult idiots I'd met in Sichuan couldn't even hide theirs.
To me, Demonic Cult MILFs were like sweet but stinky food.
'But Young Ho-kyeong, honestly... I wanna fuck her.'
No, maybe there's a solution. I'll ask Master when I see him again. Another thing added to the list.
I'd heard he slept with women from every righteous sect without discrimination, so he must know how to get rid of the discomfort from a Demonic Cult woman's qi.
I trust you, Master!
"Oh, Yun? Didn't you say you couldn't make it today...?"
But for now, I was home. My mother, looking flustered and asking what was going on, approached me.
I told her I was more exhausted than I thought and headed back on the way.
Young Ho-kyeong had apparently tested me by crushing me with his presence—it was on a whole different level from Peng Yeon-hwa's pressure.
Was Young Ho-kyeong above Peng Yeon-hwa? Hard to say. Probably just different expectations for me.
'Anyway, in this state, no booze or anything...'
I gave my worried-looking mother a secret kiss away from Father's eyes, then lay down on my bed.
Young Ho-kyeong's sudden appearance had ruined today's drinking party, and it might even dent the connections I was building in the jianghu.
But thinking I might finally fuck Mae So-hyang made my dick swell with pride.
'Thanks, Neung Pung-yeon.'
Medicine to pharmacists, treatment to doctors. Your ignorance is your fault.
"Pung-yeon, where on earth did you get such a spiritual pill? Speak up!"
Mae So-hyang was at her wit's end with her son's sealed lips.
"...Isn't it fine as long as we won? It came from a legitimate source, so no need to worry."
"No problem? You've already taken the Child and Mother Pill, and now your inner energy suddenly surges—do you really think the sect won't say anything?"
"..."
Huashan Sect's spiritual pills were managed in the medical hall, and it was standard to track every pill disciples consumed.
Of course, privately obtained pills were allowed, but usually, the source was at least verified.
Since Neung Pung-yeon had impulsively devoured the pill confiscated from his fellow disciple, he naturally couldn't answer.
'I told him I'd beat him if he blabbed anywhere, so he'll keep quiet for a while.'
I'd promised to get him a suitable replacement pill for the one he ate, so Neung Pung-yeon had no other worries.
The problem was Mae So-hyang.
"Why can't you tell your mother...? Even if there's an issue, I'd cover for you—why don't you know that...?"
Mae So-hyang didn't realize that coddling her son like this only fueled his rebellion.
How long was she going to swaddle him like a baby in blankets?
'I've earned recognition in the jianghu now!'
Even if they were equals, he thought his level was different from that fake son of Zhuge Mi-ryeong.
Unlike that guy who stole victory with dirty tricks, he'd won fair and square.
"Mother, it's a legitimate source, so don't worry. I just need permission from the provider, so I can't answer yet."
He spoke softly, but Mae So-hyang could tell Neung Pung-yeon was forcing down his anger.
With a heavy sigh, Mae So-hyang made her son promise.
"You can really be trusted...?"
"Of course. I'll tell you first thing when I get the answer."
Of course, that would be when the replacement pill for his fellow disciple was ready.
No idea when, but Neung Pung-yeon fully intended to prepare it, so it wasn't a lie.
Really, no idea when.
Mae So-hyang looked skeptical but had no choice but to back off.
She could handle any backlash from Huashan Sect, which was why.
Mae So-hyang wasn't too worried. At least, not until that evening when she found the letter on her desk.
I was on high alert. It wasn't anything else.
'Come to think of it, this is my first time properly writing...!'
I'd written the letter like some shadowy villain, but if my handwriting was all crooked like a kid fresh from village school, it'd be hilarious.
I'd even lured her to this remote pavilion on a secluded peak after confirming no one came by multiple times. Originally planned for time with Mother, by the way.
I'd only ever written numbers helping Father, so my heart pounded, but seeing Mae So-hyang arrive with a grim face, it seemed no issue.
"Welcome, Lady Mae."
"Explain... the contents of this letter."
Mae So-hyang forced a calm expression, but even in the dark night, her face was visibly pale.
"Isn't it all explained? Your son consumed a demonic pill refined by the Demonic Cult, and there's proof."
No matter how slowly Taoist or Buddhist inner energy accumulates, with long years of training, one can reach peak mastery.
Every sect has at least a few such old monsters secluded in the mountains, devoted solely to cultivation.
Could none among them detect that demonic qi?
"How did you know? You need to explain."
"That's not important, is it? What matters is whether your son ate the demonic pill—fact or not."
Eating the Blood Spirit Pill didn't turn one into a Demonic Cult puppet or anything.
It just greatly hindered long-term inner energy growth if the consumer wasn't a demonic arts practitioner.
'But Mae So-hyang doesn't know that.'
If word got out that he'd eaten the Blood Spirit Pill—called a demonic pill in righteous sects—he'd be quarantined like a plague patient.
His shining Nine Dragons name would be ruined; he might never leave the mountain gate for life.
Treated like a ticking time bomb, no doubt.
"Ah, even attempting to silence me won't work. If I don't return, an anonymous letter goes to the Martial Alliance."
Mae So-hyang's chilling killing intent sank in an instant. Not just that—tears soon welled in her eyes.
"Why... why do this? What grudge do you have against Pung-yeon?"
Tears pooling in those long, fox-like eyes that seduced men—devastating power.
A normal person might feel guilt.
"Pung-yeon didn't commit any evil... It was just a mistake—why do this...?"
There was similar logic even in modern times. Did eating drugs mean you beat someone? What's wrong with snorting alone at home?
"Young Hero Neung certainly didn't do anything wrong..."
"Then...!"
"Then just reveal the truth, right? If there's no fault."
Mae So-hyang's face, flickering with brief hope, soured.
There was no way to prove eating the demonic pill was a mistake, and even if it was, it wouldn't matter.
He'd become a risky element who might turn Demonic Cult pawn at any time.
"...What do you want?"
"Now you're ready to talk."
Seeing Mae So-hyang's spirit break, I slowly approached her.
Her neatly tied hair, subtle makeup highlighting just the right points.
Glamorous beauty with those fox-like eyes.
Even hidden by thick robes, her curves hinted at a lewd figure.
Up close, a faint fragrance wafted.
'Perfume? Oil? Something like that?'
"Wh-what..."
As I stared and closed in, Mae So-hyang flinched back.
But when I passed her and stood behind, she widened her eyes, looking at me like a madman.
"Mae So-hyang."
"Watch your words... Kyaa!"
I lifted her robe skirt, and she slapped my hand away, retreating.
"What are you doing, you perverted maniac...!"
"Mae So-hyang."
Calling her name firmly again, fear filled her eyes. Now she realized.
That I'd called her out to fuck her.
Mae So-hyang felt her mind blank in shock.
'Me? Why?'
He wasn't bad-looking himself—a handsome late-stage expert listed among the Nine Dragons.
"Y-you're truly a lustful demon, a pervert...! How could we let someone like you...!"
"Say whatever. If you don't want your son's life ruined, strip."
The man made no effort to hide his blatantly erect cock bulging through his pants.
"I-I'll make sure the entire jianghu knows this. Your life will be ruined more than my son's!"
"Try it then."
The brief thrill of grasping his weakness faded as he calmly accepted mutual destruction.
"Bluffing won't help! You'll be done in the jianghu for this...!"
"Go ahead and try? I don't know if my life hits rock bottom, but your son's definitely crashes."
Clearly, the blow to her son would be greater.
But he seemed to know: even if his damage was worse, a mother like Mae So-hyang couldn't abandon her son.
"You can't, right? You don't want your precious boy treated like trash his whole life, stuck in the mountain gate."
Mae So-hyang's hands trembled. He'd seen through everything.
'What do I do? What do I do?'
No escape in sight. He wasn't fearless about his own ruin.
But blackmailing with his face exposed showed he'd destroy her son's life no matter what if exposed.
"Good girl? No one comes here anyway, so don't worry."
His tone shifted from rude commands to soft coaxing, and Mae So-hyang's resolve began to waver.
If truly no one came, if she just closed her eyes once, no one would know.
Her brief humiliation versus her son's lifetime.
Mae So-hyang slowly reached for her collar, decision made.