Chapter 156
Translator: penny
Chapter: 156
Chapter Title: Our Little Secret
"Don't worry, it'll be our little secret—just between the two of us."
With that, I finished stripping off Namgung Sua's clothes.
Her skin, never once revealed to another man, lay bare before me.
'It's really white.'
Snowy pale, almost like fresh-fallen snow drifting into view.
As I admired it, Namgung Sua curled up shyly.
"Young Master Mok..."
Part of me wanted to spend the whole day slowly savoring her body, but time was short.
Lunch had come and gone, and Hee-ah wouldn't be back from the Murim Alliance for less than three hours.
That was plenty for a simple romp in bed...
'But refining the internal energy from the Blissful Creation Art and cleaning up before Hee-ah returns? Time's tight.'
And just in case, I needed to make sure Baek Rihyeon kept his mouth shut.
No room for dawdling.
'Sorry, Namgung Sojeo, but we'll have to make this quick.'
I pressed my manhood straight against her entrance.
Thanks to the mood I'd set and the foreplay, her folds were already slick and wet.
"Hngh?"
She jolted as it touched her most precious place, looking up at me with trembling eyes.
I spoke in the gentlest voice I could muster, saying just what she'd want to hear.
"You're beautiful. Even more than Hee-ah."
I felt a twinge of guilt toward Moyong Hui for laying it on so thick... but what could I do? It worked best.
Sure enough, Namgung Sua blushed and murmured back.
"Young Master Mok... you're handsome too..."
The words had barely left her lips when I eased my hips forward.
Her tight flesh parted with a wet schlick.
"Hngh...!"
Namgung Sua swallowed a gasp at the unfamiliar pain.
To ease it, I leaned down and kissed her.
Mmch...
Unlike our first kiss, her tongue met mine right away this time.
Savoring its soft warmth, I slowly pushed deeper.
But something blocked my way.
The symbol of her purity—her hymen.
'To think I'm claiming Namgung Sua this easily...'
Suddenly, I recalled Namgung Cheong, daughter of Namgung Chan from my past life.
Back then, I'd risked my life just to taste the Namgung name. Now, here it was, handed to me on a platter.
But easy fruit didn't mean it tasted any less sweet.
If anything, this Namgung Sua—Namgung Chan's beaten-down little sister, a close friend of Moyong Hui—was far more enticing than that clueless Namgung Cheong.
'Oh yeah, Paeng Deokjo was in the mix too.'
I wondered what he'd feel seeing the girl he'd slaved over for years laid out beneath me.
What thoughts would cross his mind at the expressions twisting her face right now?
Musing on such things, I shattered her innocence.
Pop—
"Hngh...!"
The sharp pain of deflowering halted her tongue mid-kiss.
But the ache wouldn't last.
The Blissful Creation Art was awakening.
Blissful Creation Art
Pure energy surges from desire...
The lust I held for her transformed into pure energy.
And that energy crashed over her as waves of pleasure.
"Hnnngh!"
Lips sealed, Namgung Sua let out a muffled moan of ecstasy.
At the same time, her inner walls softened around me.
'She came already.'
Climaxing from just the first thrust meant she was either highly sensitive or already revved up.
In her case, both.
'A naturally lewd woman.'
Moyong Hui had grown lustful lately, but that was just adaptation to me.
Namgung Sua? This was innate.
And lewdness wasn't bad.
It meant overflowing yin energy by nature—and the Blissful Creation Art's second stage thrived on that.
'My yang energy's endless anyway.'
Her yin essence poured out, refined through lust into harmonious energy.
The amount rivaled the yin energy of Moyong Hui, who'd reached the Peak Realm.
Blissful Creation Art (Stage 2)
The sheer volume made Namgung Sua sense something off—she tried to push me away.
"Hnnngh...!"
Probably some cliché like 'Hold on a second' or 'My energy feels weird.'
But I'd anticipated that and kept her mouth covered.
A single hip thrust crumbled her resistance.
Squelch—
"Hnnnngh!!"
The Blissful Creation Art worked best with a willing partner, but today I wasn't in the mood for gentle.
I craved something rougher.
'Feels like the old Lecherous Demon days. Nice.'
Fear and regret emanated from her.
But I knew exactly how to flip those emotions.
'With even greater lust.'
For a naturally lewd woman like her, it wouldn't take long.
Namgung Sua trembled as she sat alone with Mok Jimyeong for drinks.
It was her first time spending time like this with a man.
Guilt toward Moyong Hui flickered through her mind, quickly drowned by the thrill of betrayal.
—I told you earlier. If I hadn't met Hee-ah first, I would've fallen for you, Namgung Sojeo.
Moyong Hui, her idol.
The moment that woman's lover acknowledged her, a shiver ran down her spine.
And naturally...
—Don't worry, it'll be our little secret between the two of us.
Their secret—one she could never tell Moyong Hui—began.
The man's manhood she'd never seen before was enormous.
She worried if it could even fit inside her.
But that worry proved baseless. The massive thing plunged in effortlessly, bringing pleasure unlike anything she'd ever known.
"Hnnngh!"
She finally understood why passion existed between men and women, why some lost themselves to lust.
No one could escape this bliss.
Her first orgasm shattered Namgung Sua's sanity.
But then, something strange stirred.
Internal Energy Resonates
'My energy...?!'
Her internal energy began moving on its own.
Mok Jimyeong, oblivious, kept thrusting.
"Hnnngh...!"
Her mouth was sealed, and pushing him off was futile.
Each plunge sapped her strength, blanked her mind.
"Hnnnngh!!"
Terror gripped her—would a lifetime of cultivation crumble?
Was this heaven's punishment for betraying Moyong Hui?
'Is this qi deviation...?'
Her life as a martial artist might end here.
Yet a stray thought crept in.
'...Does it even matter?'
Her martial prowess was mediocre anyway.
Even the far superior Namgung Chan had been a firefly before Mok Jimyeong's sun.
He'd called her beautiful, said he'd have fallen for her if not for Moyong Hui.
Not for her skills or the Namgung name.
For her.
"Hnnngh!!"
Lightning pleasure surged through her again.
Her mind went white as her body floated.
'As long as I have Young Master Mok... I don't need energy...'
Pride in her lifelong martial path had already crumbled. This new ecstasy was overwhelming.
It shook her to the core.
Blissful Creation Art (Stage 3)
As Mok Jimyeong predicted, the art swiftly advanced to the third stage.
The harmonious energy swelled.
Namgung Sua's pleasure mounted with it.
"Haaang!!"
Her back arched in her fourth climax already.
But Mok Jimyeong showed no signs of stopping.
Plap plap—
Flesh slapped against flesh, echoing through the room.
The harmonious energy, once cycling and dispersing, now dwarfed her original reserves.
'Ngh...'
Even Mok Jimyeong began succumbing to the pleasure.
But desire still burned, so he held back release and kept pounding.
After thirteen full cycles,
Spurt spurt—
He flooded her depths with thick white seed.
The maximally swollen harmonious energy came with it.
"Haaak! Hnnnnghaaang!!"
Overwhelmed by energy far beyond her limits, Namgung Sua shook uncontrollably, mind adrift.
Mok Jimyeong savored the afterglow before slowly pulling out.
'Let's see how much I gained.'
He settled into a meditative posture to inspect his core.
The gains surprised him—more than expected.
'About as much as my first time with Hee-ah?'
Not quite enough to push from mid-Peak Realm to late, but that wasn't the point.
The Blissful Creation Art granted equal shares to both partners.
Moyong Hui, at early Peak, had rocketed to the cusp of Transcendence after her first time.
Namgung Sua got the same boost.
Three whole realms in one go...
'Can we really keep this a secret?'
It'd be obvious soon enough.