Chapter 208 – Where to Receive It (1)
Un So-yeong was tired.
“Nam GungSo-jeo really resembles his late father. He was truly beautiful. And the groom is also handsome. How could this not be a match made in heaven?”
There were many people trying to flatter her since she returned to the household after a long absence.
Although she had already stepped down from the position of the hostess, the position of the mother of the household was still a position that could influence many people’s interests with just a light breath.
Even though it used to be a daily routine, after giving birth and spending about a year raising her child, she was exhausted and had no energy left.
“Thank you for coming. I believe you will definitely attend the wedding ceremony.”
As the man who was flattering her left, Un So-yeong let out a short sigh.
In fact, there was another problem that was bothering her.
The frustration of not being able to visit the prince even though he was in the same compound was unexpectedly making her tired.
The filial piety of the lord, who ordered the servants to treat her mother who had returned to the household after a long absence with special care, was even more annoying.
‘And…’
Un So-yeong loved her young husband, but there was one thing she couldn’t trust about him.
Every time she confirmed the fact that there were several women in this household that he would like, Un So-yeong was half-resigned.
It wouldn’t be strange if there was one more.
“Mother, are you here?”
“Come in.”
When Un So-yeong allowed it, the door opened and Nam Gung-hye came in with a tray in her hands.
Since she was interested in all aspects of housework, which was not urgent for women of noble families, her skills were good.
“The cold tea is delicious. I regret not having tasted it last year.”
“Should I prepare it for you if you need it?”
Nam Gung-hye smiled and replied, but Un So-yeong was slightly speechless.
After Nam Gung-hye’s wedding is over and she leaves for Hwangbo’s house, Un So-yeong was planning to tidy up the garden and leave for Sacheon.
Of course, she wouldn’t receive it even if she asked to be sent off.
She had to say it, but she couldn’t seem to open her mouth and kept postponing it.
“Hye-ah.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Mother is…”
Nam Gung-hye waited for Un So-yeong’s words without knowing anything.
“Mother, at that time… I don’t think it will be here.”
Nam Gung-hye was not stupid enough to not understand that “here” meant Ahn Hwi-sung, not Nam Gung-se-ga.
“I see, mother…”
Chapter 208 – Where to Receive It (1)
Un So-yeong was exhausted.
“Nam Gung So-jeo really looks like his late father. He was truly beautiful. And the groom is also handsome. How could this not be a match made in heaven?”
Many people were trying to flatter her since she returned to the household after a long absence.
Although she had already stepped down from the position of the hostess, the position of the mother of the household was still a position that could influence many people’s interests with just a light breath.
Even though it used to be a daily routine, after giving birth andspending about a year raising her child, she was drained and had no energy left.
“Thank you for coming. I believe you will definitely attend the wedding ceremony.”
As the man who was flattering her left, Un So-yeong let out a short sigh.
In fact, there was another problem that was bothering her.
The frustration of not being able to visit the prince even though he was in the same compound was unexpectedly making her tired.
The filial piety of the lord, who ordered the servants to treat her mother who had returned to the household after a long absence with special care, was even more annoying.
‘And…’
Un So-yeong loved her young husband, but there was one thing she couldn’t trust about him.
Every time she confirmed the fact that there were several women in this household that he would like, Un So-yeong was half-resigned.
It wouldn’t be strange if there was one more.
“Mother, are you here?”
“Come in.”
When Un So-yeong allowed it, the door opened and Nam Gung-hye came in with a tray in her hands.
Since she was interested in all aspects of housework, which was not urgent for women of noble families, her skills were good.
“The cold tea is delicious. I regret not having tasted it last year.”
“Should I prepare it for you if you need it?”
Nam Gung-hye smiled and replied, but Un So-yeong was slightly speechless.
After Nam Gung-hye’s wedding is over and she leaves for Hwangbo’s house, Un So-yeong was planning to tidy up the garden and leave for Sacheon.
Of course, she wouldn’t receive it even if she asked to be sent off.
She had to say it, but she couldn’t seem to open her mouth and kept postponing it.
“Hye-ah.”
“Yes, mother.”
“Mother is…”
Nam Gung-hye waited for Un So-yeong’s words without knowing anything.
“Mother, at that time… I don’t think it will be here.”
Nam Gung-hye was not stupid enough to not understand that “here” meant Ahn Hwi-sung, not Nam Gung-se-ga.
“I see, mother…”
Un So-yeong had no choice but to leave this place and go to where her new husband was. Nam Gung-hye, who was left behind, was resentful of the man who left her mother alone in this place. She was confused by her own empty feelings and resentment towards the man.
‘If my mother is happy, that’s all that matters… Why am I feeling like this?’
She imagined the lips of the evil disciple of the Blood Demon, and it made her feel suffocated.
“I plan to talk to Hak-i about it soon.”
“Oh, to Uncle?”
Nam Gung-hye had a suspicion as to why Nam Gung-hak had met Kang Yoon in person. Perhaps they both had feelings for each other.
She didn’t know how that misunderstanding was progressing right now, but it would surely remain in her mind.
In such a situation, it was uncertain what would happen if she told Nam Gung-hak the truth.
“There’s nothing to worry about. We can talk about it when the opportunity arises after your wedding. Or… we can just overlook the truth for now…”
Un So-yeong’s words calmed Nam Gung-hye’s surprised heart.
In the end, it was just something that had happened. The truth that she had known from the moment she saw the man and her mother spending the night together.
“Our daughter… We won’t be able to see each other often from now on, but please be happy.”
Compared to Sacheon, which was far away, San-dong, the stronghold of Hwangbo Se-ga, was nearby.
Her mother’s affectionate farewell, which she wouldn’t be able to hear often, made Nam Gung-hye’s heart ache.
Nam Gung-hye and Hwangbo Jun’s wedding was expected to be grand and magnificent, of course.
Even the gasol of this giant clan were busy with the final preparations and reception, so one could imagine the scale of the event.
“Wow…”
And today, three days before the wedding ceremony, they were holding a feast to gather the guests.
I was having a meal with the young people gathered there, guided by Nam Gung-chang, whom I had met before at the Guryongjaengpa (I didn’t remember him well).
“General Nung So-jeo, are you interested in poetry?”
“No.”
“Have you ever seen the beautiful scenery of Hwangsan?”
“The scenery of the volcano alone is enough.”
For some reason, Nung Hwi-yeon, who sat next to me, was cutting off the men who were bombarding me with questions, and it was quite amusing to watch.
He exuded an attitude that clearly said “Don’t bother me with your trivialities.”
But then, I felt a hand on my thigh.
It was Un So-yeong’s hand.
I looked at her, and she was looking at me with a sultry expression.
I felt a surge of arousal.
“Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom.”
I got up from my seat and followed Un So-yeong.
As soon as we entered the bathroom, she pushed me against the wall and kissed me fiercely.
I could feel her tongue probing my mouth, and I responded with equal passion.
She then dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants, taking my cock in her mouth.
I groaned as she sucked me, her tongue swirling around the head.
I grabbed her hair and thrust into her mouth, feeling my orgasm building.
I came hard, shooting my cum down her throat.
She stood up and kissed me again, tasting herself on my lips.
“I want you, Ahn Hwi-sung. Take me here and now.”
I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist.
I thrust into her, feeling her wetness enveloping me.
She moaned as I pounded into her, her nails digging into my back.
I felt her walls clenching around me as she came, and I followed soon after, filling her with my seed.
We stood there for a moment, panting and catching our breath.
“That was amazing,” she said, kissing me again.
“I want more,” I replied, and she smiled.
“Let’s go back to the party. We have to be discreet.”
We straightened our clothes and left the bathroom, returning to the party as if nothing had happened.
But the memory of our carnal encounter lingered in my mind, fueling my arousal for the rest of the night.
As the sweaty, rugged man who was the eldest son of the ironworks owner retreated with a sullen expression, Nung Hwi-yeon resumed playing with her chopsticks, which seemed to be hastily arranged.
Despite her delicate appearance, I was fascinated by how well she ate, and our eyes met.
“Why is that?”
I tried to avoid her gaze, but Nung Hwi-yeon asked me anyway.
“I just thought that Suk-su would feel a sense of satisfaction from seeing Soldier enjoy his food.”
When I tried to turn the conversation around to say that it was because she ate so well, Nung Hwi-yeon stared at me with a hostile look for a moment before speaking again.
“Is that all?”
“Yes.”
“…I see.”
Nung Hwi-yeon quickly returned to aggressively moving her chopsticks.
Since I had no reason to talk to her for too long, I focused on eating the unfamiliar dishes.
All I could think about was filling my stomach with energy to use against Ma So-hyang later.
“Oh no.”
As I remembered that Nung Hwi-yeon was Ma So-hyang’s daughter, my penis began to react to the thought of eating her mother.
Fortunately, since it wasn’t a buffet-style meal and people passing by would bring us food if we asked, there was no need to get up.
At that moment, the man sitting next to me got up and a woman took his place.
“Hello, Kang So-hyeop.”
“…Hello.”
She was quite beautiful, but for some reason, she had a fox-like appearance.
I couldn’t remember, but she didn’t seem milfy at all, so she was probably lower on the priority list.
“I don’t think we’ve ever met before. Do you know who I am?”
“…I’m sorry, I don’t…”
“You don’t know…haha…”
Usually, if someone who seemed so full of themselves said they didn’t know who they were, it would be unpleasant, but the woman laughed meaningfully while looking over at Nung Hwi-yeon.
“I’m Gyeon Ye-jin, the fortune teller’s daughter. Have you heard of Gyeon Yong-jin? He’s my father.”
“Ah!”
I could never forget Gyeon Yong-jin, the shaman who protected me with his magic from the drunken whale’s curse so that I could have sex with my mother and Tack Ran.
“Nice to meet you. I learned a lot from Gyeon Dae-hyeop during the Nine Dragons War.”
Once the conversation started flowing, it wasn’t difficult to talk.
I wasn’t particularly interested unless she was milfy, but I didn’t mind having a conversation with a pretty woman since I was also a person.
It was just a little strange that she kept glancing over at Nung Hwi-yeon, but overall, the conversation with Gyeon Ye-jin was enjoyable.
“Oh, it’s Namgung Soldier. We’ll go say hello to him.”
“Of course. Have a good time.”
Nung Hwi-yeon stood up and I waved goodbye to them with a light shake of my hand.
Thanks to the small talk, my erection had subsided a bit. If I focused on the food now, it would completely disappear, right?
As I glanced at the food others were eating and wondered what else to ask for, my eyes met with the man sitting across from me.
‘Why are you here?’
He tried to control his expression, but his eyes were filled with such hatred that he looked like he could tear someone apart.
He was probably the problem child of Jegal Se-ga, and he was glaring at me with eyes that could kill. Oh, he’s hot.
Jegal Ryong seemed like he was about to explode.
He had tried to punish that lowlife, but it had been thwarted by his father’s intervention, and he had been burning with anger ever since.
‘Guryong? Who cares!’
The name Guryong referred to the group of suitors with the strongest martial arts skills, but it was just a list of nine people chosen in order of their strength.
There was an insurmountable gap between someone like him, who was probably just a nobody, and the prestigious members of the Five Factions and the Four Schools.
But with that guy between them, Sam Bong and Du Sa were sitting side by side, and Jegal Ryong seemed to be burning with jealousy.
If they had just sat there, it would have been fine, but weren’t they having a pretty enjoyable conversation?
He wanted to explode with anger, but he couldn’t because he knew his father was watching him from afar.
Jegal Ryong forced his mouth to move.
“Long time no see, Kang So-hyeop.”
“Yes, it’s been a while, Jegal So-hyeop.”
His attitude of chewing on the pork wasn’t polite, but it wasn’t impolite either, but it looked incredibly arrogant in Jegal Ryong’s eyes.
“Yesterday, I…I’m sorry.”
“…It was nothing, wasn’t it? Don’t worry about it.”
The man accepted it without much thought, but Jegal Ryong couldn’t shake the feeling that his apology had been ignored.
But Jegal Ryong held back and began to say what he wanted.
“No alcohol? Don’t you drink?”
“Oh, it’s not like I don’t drink…I just didn’t have any for some reason.”
“That won’t do. There’s a drink that goes well with every food in the world…”
In front of the man who looked at him with a puzzled expression, Jegal Ryong received an empty glass from the server and filled it with alcohol.
“This white liquor here should be good. Try it.”
Jegal Ryong pushed the glass away with a malicious glint in his eyes. As a descendant of the Mu family, the flying glass was protected by his inner strength and was standing upright, sliding through the air like a skating rink.
“Try catching it!”
The seemingly simple glass that was sliding away contained considerable force and five different changes.
Jegal Ryong’s mouth twisted in agony as he imagined himself unable to catch the suddenly flying glass, getting alcohol all over his clothes and face, and being humiliated.