Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 022
Chapter Title: The Sore Finger
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The bed creaked, and the sound of entangled flesh colliding grew faster in rhythm.
Peng Soyeon was a martial artist.
Her elastic body wrapped tightly around my waist.
The strength in her thighs surpassed that of any ordinary man.
Each time I thrust deep inside her, her inner walls writhed and squeezed my member mercilessly.
It was a greedy suction, as if a living creature were trying to suck out my essence.
"Hngh...! Harder, harder! Pound me like you're trying to break me!"
She threw her head back and cried out viciously.
Her face, a mix of pain and pleasure, was ferociously beautiful like a yaksha demon.
Sweat-soaked hair clinging to her face, bloodshot eyes, saliva dripping from her lips...
Everything was an aphrodisiac stimulating me.
Thud, thud, thud. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room.
As I hammered relentlessly against her cervix, a beastly moan erupted from Peng Soyeon's lips.
"Urgh, yes...!"
She clutched my shoulders as if to bite them.
The pain of her nails digging into my flesh went unfelt.
Rather, that pain ignited even greater pleasure.
"Say it... Say it now!"
As she raced toward climax, Peng Soyeon yanked my hair roughly.
Madness gleamed in her eyes.
"Tell me I'm beautiful right now! More beautiful than Sister Hwa Yeon!"
Her scream pierced my heart like a sharp dagger.
It was no mere jealousy—it was the lifelong wail of a woman who had lived in the shadows of her brothers as the Peng Clan's "sore finger."
"Bark it out! Say I'm the prettiest!"
She, who had never been fully acknowledged by anyone—not even herself—clung desperately to me.
"More valuable than your senior disciple, more than any woman under heaven...! Bark that I'm the most beautiful!"
Her nails raked down my back.
Through my body, she sought confirmation of her own existence.
In this moment of embrace, she wanted to be the center of the world.
"You're beautiful... the most beautiful! Sister Soyeon is the best in the world!"
My shout burst forth, and Peng Soyeon's body stiffened in convulsions.
Her vacant pupils dilated massively for an instant, exploding with indescribable light.
"Haaaaah—!"
Her inner walls contracted wildly, squeezing my member without mercy.
A suction as if to draw my very being inside to fill her emptiness.
Her spine arched like a bow, tearing at the bedsheets.
"Hngaaaah!"
An enormous wave of climax crashed over her.
In the flashing white pleasure before her eyes, she howled like a beast and clamped tightly around my neck.
The trained body of a martial artist—befitting a sturdy daughter of the Hebei Peng Clan—bound me with its thick limbs.
Her ample breasts crushed against my chest, her firm thighs squeezing my hips as if to shatter them.
With her massive, scorching body, she pinned me down, as if to trap me completely in her embrace.
"Hah, hah... You're mine..."
Her hot tears soaked my shoulder.
It was ecstasy and the release of long-pent-up resentment.
She trembled violently in my arms, hugging me as if to crush me.
In the wake of the pleasure storm's passage.
Peng Soyeon lay sprawled like stretched-out rice cakes, gasping raggedly.
Her pupils were hazy from the aftershocks of pleasure, sweat droplets glistening like pearls under the moonlight across her body.
As if savoring the languid afterglow of intense lovemaking, she slowly loosened her binding limbs.
But it was her mistake.
"Hoo... Mm... That's enough now... It's plenty..."
As she murmured drowsily and tried to close her eyes.
Far from escaping her embrace, I gripped her hips firmly.
"B-But... I'm not done yet?"
Thud!
A dull rupture echoed from deep in my dantian as my member slammed mercilessly into her cervix.
"Wha...? Ah... No! Kyaaah!"
Peng Soyeon's scream threatened to pierce the ceiling of Purple Cloud Pavilion.
Her unguarded inner walls, caught off-balance, wailed in protest.
Her body thrashed like a live fish, bouncing on the bed.
"D-Don't move right now... Hngh! A-Are you insane?! W-Wait just...!"
She looked down at me in horror.
Her face pale, she tried to push my shoulders away, but my overheated body wouldn't stop.
"Sorry! But I... I can't just stay still like this."
My urgent cry was less an apology and more a declaration of instinct.
Before Peng Soyeon could speak, my hips surged like ignited gunpowder.
Squelch, thud, thud, thud!
Viscous friction and flesh impacts exploded without respite.
Her walls, swollen from her previous climax, clenched even tighter and hotter, fanning the savage fire within me.
"Aaah! Urgh! Y-You... beast bastard! S-Stop...! I'll d-die!"
Peng Soyeon threw her head back and wailed.
Her hands flailed in the air before clutching and tearing the bedsheets.
But I couldn't stop.
No, I had no intention of stopping.
Peng Soyeon's eyes rolled back white.
The animalistic thrusting shattered her reason.
Mangled screams burst from her gritted teeth, saliva streaming down her jaw.
"Guhk, grrr...! A-Aaaah! My belly... my belly feels weird! So hot, melting!"
Her thighs convulsed, clamping my waist.
Her womb, beyond the pleasure threshold, bit down on my glans as if begging for mercy.
That overwhelming grip snapped the last thread of my reason.
It felt like my mind was being swallowed into the profound abyss of a woman's deepest depths for the first time.
"Mmgh!"
Unbearable ejaculation surged up my spine to my brain.
Thud!
I summoned my final strength and buried myself to the hilt in her deepest place.
As my member filled her cervix, my pent-up yang essence gushed forth like a burst dam.
"Hngh!"
Semen poured into Peng Soyeon's body in torrents.
Hot fluid pulsed endlessly with her heartbeat, filling her womb to overflowing.
"Kyaaaaaaaah—!"
Peng Soyeon's back arched like a bow, launching her off the bed.
She shrieked piercingly, her body shuddering in ecstasy and shock as she received my seed.
Our ragged breaths filled the silent room, excess milky fluid soaking the sheets and releasing a musky scent.
"……."
"……."
The lingering haze of intense lovemaking hung thick like fog.
Peng Soyeon panted heavily, struggling to calm her trembling body.
Her eyes remained dazed, but reason slowly returned.
She struggled to prop herself up and pull away from my embrace.
As our sticky, fluid-covered bodies parted, a lewd 'pop' sounded, and what remained inside her slipped out.
Her swollen entrance gaped open, unable to close, and my semen bubbled out from the gap.
Witnessing the raw sight, Peng Soyeon's face flushed crimson.
With shame and embarrassment warring on her expression, she slapped my back with a sharp smack.
"You... crazy bastard!"
Her voice was still hoarse, but the feisty edge remained.
"Coming inside... what if you knock me up! You, you really...!"
She hurriedly clamped her legs to stem the gushing semen, but it was futile.
The motion only made more spill out.
Peng Soyeon glared at me with a woeful face, pounding my chest with her fists.
"Take responsibility... You have to take responsibility! I didn't... do this with you for... Ngh!"
Unable to continue, she buried her face in the pillow again.
"Oh... Is that bad?"
At my innocent question, Peng Soyeon gasped in disbelief.
Tears of lingering passion welled in her eyes.
"Of course it is! Coming inside can... make a baby. You idiot..."
She turned her flushed face away, muttering softly.
"How did I end up tangled with such a moron..."
Peng Soyeon futilely tried to contain the leaking semen before sighing deeply in resignation.
Her damp hair clung to her cheeks, evoking both pathos and allure.
She squirmed against my chest and murmured softly.
"Next time... if you do this again, I'll really punish you."
Whether from the fading afterglow or embarrassment, her ear tips burned red.
"Next time...?"
"Argh, forget it! You clueless monk!"
Thud!
Her fist thumped dully against my chest.
For a martial artist's strike, it was adorably light.
Pretending to be angry, she turned away sharply, showing me her back.
Moonlight cascaded down her pale back, flowing softly along its curves.
Silence fell.
At a loss, I just stared blankly at her back.
Then.
Peng Soyeon's hand shot out behind her and grabbed my arm.
"What are you doing, idiot? Hug me already."
She yanked my arm roughly to her waist.
Warm, soft skin pressed against my forearm.
Her back molded perfectly against my chest.