A Table Set by Others and the Wet Nurse Who Came for Jeonghu
As he stepped into the banquet hall the sky had been bright and clear, yet by the time he emerged a deep, dark gloom had settled over everything. A considerable amount of time had passed. After all, the conversations had hardly been few or brief. Those still inside would likely remain until the night grew truly deep. Only after every direct descendant had vacated the premises would their own private feast truly begin—a comfortable gathering of eating, drinking, and enjoyment. If not on an occasion like this, when else would they all assemble together?
The rest of the family had already slipped away one by one as soon as the meal ended, leaving Jeonghu as the final direct-line member still present.
Step. Step.
Leaving the lively atmosphere behind, he was greeted by the tranquil stone walls. He walked on and on along the path, passing the brightly lit inner residence where the family head and his wife dwelled, heading toward Jinmu Pavilion. As he passed the Moranjeong that lay in the middle… he halted.
A faint sound drifted from Moranjeong, the residence of his second sister-in-law.
Even without circulating his internal energy, his transcendent body and hearing—far beyond the limits of ordinary humans—caught the delicate noises carried on the gentle breeze, sounds no one else could perceive.
—Ahh…! Only… with me……
Moans. Pleas.
“Hoo?”
His face took on an intrigued expression as he turned toward Moranjeong. He activated the Patcheon-shingong. First stage. Second stage. Third stage. It was instantaneous. He halted the flow of qi at precisely the right level. The once-faint voice became crystal clear, as if spoken right beside his ear.
—Hah! Hah! Sister-in-law… it’s time you admitted it. Doesn’t it feel good when I fuck you? Hm?
—Ahh!… Ha…
A thick smile spread across Jeonghu’s face as he stared at the illuminated window in the distance. One step. Two steps. He moved toward Moranjeong.
Strangely, with every stride his presence grew fainter. He seemed to melt into the surroundings, the man himself blurring into the background… even though his physical form remained unchanged. Anyone who hadn’t been watching him from the start would never have noticed him walking. Just as one might see the colorful flowers blooming beside the path yet never pay close attention to a single pebble lying beneath them.
Back in his fifties, when he had been the family head, he had once caught the Shadowless Thief who had dared scale the walls of the Hwangbo Family. The man hailed as the greatest thief under heaven, the one who had plundered even the imperial palace’s secret vault and mocked the world. Even someone of his caliber—who had few equals even then—would never have detected him if his senses hadn’t been expanded while he was finishing his early-morning training.
How dare he…
Not content with breaching the walls of the Nine Great Schools, the brazen Shadowless Thief had even climbed the walls of one of the Five Great Families. Rage surged through Jeonghu until his head felt ready to burst, yet he showed nothing. He calmly gathered his energy, rose as though simply concluding his training, crossed the center of the room, and the instant his foot touched the target area he unleashed the fifth form of the Patcheon Fist—Paeryongseungcheon, Overlord Dragon Ascending to Heaven.
Kwaaang—!
Thud. Clang.
By the time the fist appeared to move in a pale blur, the sound of something exploding had already rung out. The Shadowless Thief, who had been peering through the small hole in the ceiling to watch Jeonghu’s exit, lost his head along with the shattered roof. Blood poured down. The body slammed into the ground. There would have been no pain. He hadn’t even had time to register his own death.
That was how Jeonghu had obtained a single manual from the Shadowless Thief’s possession.
Muyoung-eunshingong. Shadowless Divine Stealth. The pinnacle of concealment arts, known by the phrase “unseen even when looked at, like a ghost itself.” It was nothing short of legendary in those circles. To what degree? The sect that instantly came to mind when discussing stealth was the Assassination Gate. What was the most crucial element of assassination? Concealment, of course.
The moment one’s name appeared on their extermination order, one was as good as dead. At the very top of the kill list belonging to the world-famous “Three Great Assassination Gates” was a shared alias: Shadowless Thief. And that ranking had remained unchanged even twenty years later.
In other words, even they placed the Shadowless Thief’s stealth arts above their own. No one could catch or locate the technique even if they tried to seize it, which was why its supremacy endured. The Murim proverb about hiding thirty percent of one’s true power had, on that very day, granted the thirty percent that would become a lifesaving ace to Jeonghu—who had previously possessed only raw strength.
Jeonghu arrived before Moranjeong and walked along the flower path. Though he trod on grass and soil, no sound arose. He emitted no presence a living person should possess. Stopping before the window leaking warm light, he raised a finger and pierced two small holes in the paper, then brought his eye close.
On the wide bed, two naked figures were entangled.
“Huk, huk huk! Sister-in-law… Kk! Why don’t you forget that worthless brother of mine and open your heart to me? He’s never coming back. If not me, who else is going to fuck you now? Hoo…”
Squelch, squelch. Slap, slap, slap!
“Hak, hauk!… Heuk!…”
Yeo Suhyang lay prone. Behind her, family head Hwangbo Jun clung tightly, gripping her buttocks with both hands and pounding his hips. Sweat already glistened across their bodies, showing their union had reached its final stages. The sticky sounds of flesh slapping flesh mingled with intermittent moans.
Yeo Suhyang seemed to be fighting to hold her voice back, yet every time Hwangbo Jun drove into her she couldn’t stop the hot breaths from slipping past her lips. With each powerful thrust she let out a suppressed “Hup…!” and buried her face in the bedding as though convulsing, upper body collapsing forward. Was she trying to stifle the cries threatening to burst from her own mouth? Each time Hwangbo Jun plunged in, only her voluptuous rear shook wildly this way and that.
A glint flashed in Jeonghu’s eyes as he spotted something. The change was invisible to Hwangbo Jun, who stood directly behind her with his gaze directed downward. Watching from the side, Jeonghu could detect the subtle difference. Shake, shake. Lift, lift. While she buried her face as if to muffle her moans, Yeo Suhyang’s hips were raised slightly higher than before. If she truly hated it, her lower body should have lowered when her upper body leaned down—yet her buttocks were lifted even higher than earlier.
Even if her mind resisted, her body craved it. A woman in her late thirties, at the peak of her desires, left without her husband. No matter how much she claimed to hate it, how could she not respond to a man after so long?
‘Heh heh……’
Jeonghu decided the time had come. That bastard might think she belonged to him, but aside from the hollow title of family head, nothing in the clan truly belonged to him. And Jeonghu would make certain of it.
Squelch, squelch, squelch! Thump, thump, thump!
“I’m cumming! I’m cumming…! Huk, huk…!”
“Hak… Don’t…! Not inside… Haaak!”
Hwangbo Jun slammed hard into Yeo Suhyang’s rear and shuddered violently. After briefly savoring the afterglow of climax, he pulled his hips back and withdrew his member. Yeo Suhyang’s body collapsed forward with a thud. He gazed down at her with a face full of satisfaction at having conquered the woman once again. His shrinking penis was still slick.
Hwangbo Jun had no idea someone was watching him with pity.
Jeonghu shook his head slowly.
‘It’s small. So small.’
Tsk tsk… No matter how many times he saw it, the thing was pathetic. What woman could possibly be satisfied with that? It was nothing but his own selfish pleasure. Such thoughts were possible only because Jeonghu possessed a massive eight-chon (25 cm) cock—and not merely large, but a truly special specimen.
Of course size alone did not guarantee pleasure. An inexperienced woman might find it repulsive and feel more pain than ecstasy. But how long would that last? Especially for women in their thirties who already knew the taste of men, or for married women and matrons past that age… it was nothing short of a heavenly treasure that could soak their thighs with a single glance.
Hwangbo Jun stroked Yeo Suhyang’s buttocks.
“Sister-in-law, now that my son has returned I probably won’t be able to visit for some time. Even if you grow lonely, please endure it a little while. I’ll come often to comfort you afterward.”
“Heuk… Just don’t come. Please…”
Slap!
“Haha! Who else but me is going to fuck you now? I keep telling you that brother of yours isn’t coming back, don’t I? Heh heh heh.”
Hwangbo Jun slapped her rear again and let out a lewd chuckle. In truth, claiming he couldn’t visit because his son had returned was nonsense. What father would tiptoe around his own son’s gaze? And even if the boy found out, what could he possibly do? Yeo Suhyang didn’t know the truth—that the one called her son was actually his father, the man who had driven away his brother and violated her. If that secret ever came to light, a mere scolding would be the least of his worries. That was why he was being cautious.
Having witnessed it all, Jeonghu stepped away from the window and walked back along the flower path. What lingered in his mind was the way Yeo Suhyang’s body had subtly begun to respond. The seed that bastard had planted. He hadn’t simply violated her on impulse after expelling his brother. The man only appeared thoughtless because of his impatient nature; in reality he planned his moves carefully. His fine mind was undermined by poor character, and his greed led him to chase two rewards from a single scheme… It had merely looked crude to Jeonghu. Even this was clearly part of a meticulously crafted plan in the man’s own eyes.
To Jeonghu, Hwangbo Jun’s actions appeared to be a process of instilling loneliness in Yeo Suhyang and taming her until she turned to him. No matter how much she claimed to hate it, there was only one man who could soothe her heated body. How long could she keep refusing? Visiting whenever she felt lonely, making her body yearn for him—if the body desired, the heart would follow; if the heart moved, the body would obey. The order did not matter. Dig deeply enough into a single path and eventually everything would be obtained.
Someday… it might happen. But for now he had only planted the seed; he had not yet made it bloom. Each time her body began to respond, it ended too soon. The sprout would almost open, then close again.
‘Daughter-in-law… I will come to you soon.’
Heh. All that remained was to savor the delicious feast another man had prepared.
Step. Step.
Once outside Moranjeong he released the Muyoung-eunshingong. Presence flooded back into his previously faint form, making him solid and clear once more. Upon reaching Jinmu Pavilion, Jeonghu instructed the maidservant Jin Somi to heat water for a bath later, then headed for his sleeping quarters.
Creak.
The person who greeted him when he opened the door was not an empty room, but a woman.
“Young Master…!”
Ok Sang-a sprang up from her chair, her face filled with deep emotion as she gazed at Jeonghu. Assigned as wet nurse to the newborn Jeonghu when she herself was only twenty, she had become his nanny over the years. Upon hearing that the young master she had served had returned from seclusion, she had come looking for him.