Chapter 89
Translator: penny
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: An Observer's Temptation
Mok Jimyeong's hips began to slowly thrust forward.
In response, Yang Hwajung let out a high-pitched moan.
"Hngh!"
And Moyong Hui quietly watched it all unfold.
'He's really doing it with another woman.'
It was something she had permitted—no, she had even persuaded Yang Hwajung herself—but watching it happen right before her eyes, she could hardly believe it.
'...He's really doing it.'
Though the point of their union was hidden from view by Mok Jimyeong's back, Yang Hwajung's ecstatic moans were proof enough that they were joined.
"Ha-ut!"
Soon enough, it seemed he'd reached the hilt, as his hips came to a stop.
And then,
Woooong—
The energy of harmony began to flow out—the same one Moyong Hui had once felt herself.
The Blissful Creation Art was in motion.
'This is the Creation Art...?'
She hadn't realized it when experiencing it firsthand, but watching from the side, it felt almost like circulating qi for meditation.
If only for the intermittent wet sounds echoing in between.
"Wait a moment, Young Master Mok. Something feels strange... Haaah!"
Yang Hwajung squirmed as if sensing something off, but Mok Jimyeong made no reply and simply resumed moving his hips.
With that, the aura emanating from them grew steadily stronger.
Eventually, it surpassed the level of basic qi circulation, radiating waves like a clash between inner energy masters.
Worried this immense energy might leak out and draw unwanted visitors, Moyong Hui hurriedly prepared to erect a qi barrier.
But the inn room was already shrouded in one that Mok Jimyeong had set up.
'When did he...?'
Moyong Hui was unaware, but this was simply an old habit from his Lecherous Demon days.
He had always deployed such barriers before bedding her, but his methods were so subtle—and the overwhelming pleasure so distracting—that she had never noticed until now.
"Ha-uk, ha-ak, haaaang...!"
With every thrust of Mok Jimyeong's hips, Yang Hwajung beneath him unleashed moans laced with pleasure.
Just listening to those sounds stirred something strange in Moyong Hui.
Her stomach tingled, her lower body twitched.
Eventually, she felt liquid seeping from her core.
'I want it too...'
Moyong Hui startled at the thought that bubbled up unbidden.
She was here solely to assist their union and to witness the Creation Art firsthand.
But ignorance is bliss—now that she knew that pleasure, holding back was torture.
She crossed her legs tightly and swallowed hard.
—I said you could join in, right?
Mok Jimyeong's words from earlier in the room suddenly resurfaced.
Temptation surged within her, but she shook her head vigorously.
'No way, not no matter what!'
She recalled how Yang Hwajung had looked at her when she'd persuaded her.
Even knowing that gaze, Moyong Hui had swallowed her pride and made the request for their sake.
And later, she'd planned to explain the Creation Art and clear up any misunderstandings...
'If I join now, it'll just confirm all her suspicions...'
If Moyong Hui inserted herself and it became a threesome, she'd be nothing more than a pervert.
She absolutely could not allow that.
"Haaang! Haaaang!"
As time passed, the aura pouring from them intensified in tandem.
Yang Hwajung's moans grew louder proportionally.
Gulp—
'Was I like that too...?'
No, perhaps even more so.
Yang Hwajung was at least mindful of her presence, but when Moyong Hui was with Mok Jimyeong, she'd writhed freely in ecstasy.
Even just watching brought those pleasures flooding back.
It felt like heat was rising between her thighs.
'Hngh...'
To quell the heat, Moyong Hui's hand inched toward her core.
But she snapped to her senses and shook her head again.
'No! Absolutely not!'
What if they caught her? How would they see her then?
Mok Jimyeong might even be disappointed in her.
'...Or maybe not?'
Either way, no.
This went beyond mere shame—it was a matter of pride.
Soon, Moyong Hui rose from her spot.
She feared what she might do if she stayed longer.
"Haaang, haaaang!"
Their lovemaking continued even as she opened the door to leave.
Despite knowing she was going, Mok Jimyeong didn't spare her a single glance, which felt bitterly unfair.
She'd told him not to mind her and to give it his all, but this was too much.
Moyong Hui shot a quiet glare at his back before slipping out of the room.
'...Good thing we booked two rooms.'
Still burning with heat, she headed alone to the room Mok Jimyeong had occupied earlier.
And that night,
Moyong Hui pleasured herself for the first time in her life.
'...She's gone?'
Moyong Hui, who had orchestrated this whole scene, had finally left the room.
I'd tried my best to ignore her and focus on Yang Hwajung, but that wasn't so easy.
Especially the familiar heat radiating from behind me.
'Lust.'
The Blissful Creation Art's deviant stage revolves around awakening to carnal desire.
But I've long surpassed the third stage and achieved great completion.
I could sense exactly what emotions Moyong Hui harbored without even looking.
Part of me had hoped she might join us, but she simply vacated the premises, leaving a pang of regret.
But that feeling didn't linger long.
"Haaaang...!"
Yang Hwajung, laid out beneath me, was to blame.
Squelch squelch—
Her inner walls were so tight and supple, it was hard to believe she'd borne a child.
Since Moyong Hui left, they'd been gripping my member even more intensely.
"Young Mas... Haaaak...!"
She seemed about to say something, but soon drowned in ecstasy, gasping out moans instead.
'Probably asking about Hui leaving.'
But that wasn't urgent.
Something far more important demanded attention.
"Lady Yang."
I halted my hips and called to her. She responded cautiously.
"Hngh, yes...?"
Her voice dripped with arousal.
Her eyes gazed up at me, slightly glazed over.
I flashed her a faint smile and voiced the question burning in my mind.
"Between me and the Baek Family Head, who does it better?"
A question I couldn't ask with Moyong Hui present.
But one I'd been dying to pose to Yang Hwajung throughout our coupling.
"...Pardon?"
The lust in her eyes began to clear as reason trickled back.
I repeated the question as she regained her wits.
"Between me and that Baek Family Head bastard, whose cock do you enjoy more?"
"That's..."
Her face flushed crimson as she clamped her mouth shut.
Truth be told, the answer was obvious without asking,
'But I need to hear it straight from her.'
That's the thrill of seducing a married woman.
Though Yang Hwajung was more widow than wife these days, any woman with a child deserved this confession.
Yet she squeezed her eyes shut, dodging the answer.
'Oh? Clamming up, are we?'
Let's see how long she holds out.
With Moyong Hui gone, I began thrusting in earnest.
I reactivated the Blissful Creation Art as well.
Woooong—
The harmony energy, already swollen to a considerable size, converged once more at our union.
As desire stimulated that point,
"Haaaaak!"
Yang Hwajung unleashed the loudest moan of the night.
'Impressive, though.'
The accumulated harmony energy exceeded my expectations.
Her desires had swelled for various reasons.
Yang Hwajung's stunning beauty played a part, but the jealousy from Moyong Hui moments ago had fueled it most.
'Jealousy, huh...'
An emotion I'd never received in my Lecherous Demon days.
Partly due to my notoriety, but also my appearance.
A face so grotesque from self-inflicted burns, even I avoided mirrors.
Who could truly love a man like that?
Thus, Moyong Hui's jealousy was a novel sensation for me.
Squelch squelch—
Even reminiscing about the past, I didn't stop thrusting.
The harmony energy continued to expand.
'This much should keep her free of ailments for life.'
Of course, I'd get that answer too.
The energy's magnitude scaled with her pleasure.
Yang Hwajung was already half out of her mind, reduced to lewd gasps.
Woooong—
The harmony energy split once more between us.
Simultaneously, Yang Hwajung climaxed again—uncountable at this point—crying out loudly.
"Haaaaang!!"
'One final push.'
Enough desire remained to cycle the art once more.
The divided energy returned, swelling anew.
Now double its prior size.
Beyond curing ailments, it could grant eternal youth like with Eun Garyeon.
'Might as well teach her some martial arts too.'
I wasn't certain she'd achieve mastery starting now, but this foundation would suffice for self-defense anywhere.
But that could wait.
The priority was our ongoing bliss.
Squelch squelch—
I gradually increased my pace.
The moment all my desire was sated,
"Ngh, here it comes...!"
My member erupted with thick white essence.
Gush gush—
"Haaaaaaaang!!"