Magnificent Romance of the Three Kingdoms - Chapter 7

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The next day.
Myeongnim Ryeohan formally took his place as Family Head. It was a grand ceremony attended by the three hundred elite Jo-ui Seonin warriors of his household, officials great and small, and over two hundred servants.
Myeongnim Dap-bu was there, of course, along with the three mistresses of the house. His old martial arts master, Yeonpalchwita, who had rushed to be there, also attended, as did So-gun and U-so.
The solemn ceremony lasted for a full two hours. It was at the feast afterwards, seeing his disciple for the first time in a while, that Myeongnim Dap-bu immediately started in with a scolding.
“Gods, what’s happened to you? You look older and more worn out than I do! Is this what happens when you neglect your Immortal Arts?”
It was true. In appearance, the 113-year-old Myeongnim Dap-bu actually looked more energetic.
But Yeonpalchwita wasn’t about to take that lying down.
“Ah, you have no idea the trouble this one causes me… I look this way entirely thanks to your distinguished great-grandson, wouldn’t you agree? Gulp, gulp!”
He retorted that he was in this state because of Dap-bu’s great-grandson, and the hall erupted in laughter.
“Ho ho, you rascal. Always a quick excuse… You should use that clever mouth to master the Chwisabeop [Drunken Spitting Method] instead…”
“Master, for heaven’s sake! I’m over seventy years old! Could you please stop embarrassing me in front of everyone?”
“Hahaha…!”
Another roar of laughter went up. Watching the affectionate banter between the two old men, Ryeohan simply smiled.
“You were wonderful earlier!”
“I was?”
“So dignified, receiving all those bows.”
“Was I alright?”
“You were splendid!”
This was the quiet conversation between Ryeohan and U-so in the inner library.
“Ahem! Open the door!”
“Who is it?”
A loud cough, followed by a thin, reedy man’s voice.
“It’s me! Hurry up and open!”
“Who…?”
U-so opened the door a crack to peek out, only for a loud cry to burst from her.
“Are you ever going to stop messing around?”
U-ran stood there, dressed in men’s clothing. Despite it being autumn, she was even waving a painted folding fan imported from China.
“And who might you be, young lady, to scold a man so boldly?”
“You… honestly?”
“Hohoho… Sister, honestly. Did you come alone?”
“What? Am I supposed to report my every move to you?”
“That’s not it! I just meant… how could I, your sister-in-law, miss my own brother-in-law’s inauguration?”
“Hmph. Nobody would have even noticed if you were missing, so there!” U-so stuck her tongue out, trying to provoke her.
“Sister!”
“You’ll deafen me.”
“Hehehe…! So, when is the wedding?”
“I don’t know! He just keeps delaying…!” U-so said, her face falling.
“Hmm. You know, I’ve been thinking it’s strange, too…?” U-ran tilted her head.
“It will be soon. You two just need to stop being so impatient.”
“Pfft! Who’s impatient?” U-so retorted at Ryeohan’s words, her cheeks puffed out in a sulk.
“Oh, I don’t know… there is this one person… U… So… or something like that…”
“What was that?”
U-so lunged for him, and Ryeohan bolted.
“What a lovely sight!”
“You! Get lost!”
“What if I refuse?”
“Why you…!”
U-so lunged at U-ran, who darted away.
“Catch me if you ca~n!”
“That… ugh!”
“Hohoho…!”
Sometime after U-ran had been chased away, So and Ryeohan were back on the bed, lost in each other.
Time melted away. So’s upper garment was moments from being removed, her breathing coming in hot, sharp gasps. At last, when Ryeohan’s mouth finally claimed her b****m, a deep groan tore from her lips.
“Ah… ah…! Hallang!”
“Can’t you call me ‘Gaga’?”
“You’re… awful…”
Even as they spoke, his hand was already stealing downwards.
“There… not there! Not… until the wedding…”
“We’ll be married in a few days. What difference does it make?”
“Still… you mustn’t. After… we are married…!”
“I can’t wait.”
“Ah… you mustn’t.”
Despite her small protest, his hand slipped beneath her undergarments. She clamped her legs together, resisting. But she couldn’t match his strength, and he was determined. At last, his fingers began their exploration.
“Ah… Ah…! Gaga!”
He must have found a new place, because a deep shudder ran through her, and all the strength drained from her legs. Under his relentless touch, she went completely limp, like seaweed tossed in the tide. She vaguely registered her lower garments being stripped away, but she’d lost all strength to resist.
A small moan escaped her as her pale skin was bared to the air. Ryeohan now focused his touch. Her body writhed, her own w*****s greeting him as her moans grew higher.
“Ah…! Ah…! Gaga!”
Deciding she was ready, Ryeohan quickly shed his own trousers and settled his weight over her. He teased her first, brushing against her most sensitive f****h before slowly, determinedly, pushing i*****.
“Ah… it hurts, Gaga!” she gasped, grabbing his arm.
Seeing her beautiful brow furrow, he pushed in even more slowly.
“Ah… ugh…!”
Her body arched, flailing like a speared fish. He held himself still i***** her, waiting for the pain to pass, his hands moving to caress her.
“Ah…! Uu… uu…!”
Her moans were a mix of pain and pleasure now, and she clung to him. Feeling her relax, he slowly began to move.
“Eu… eu… ah…! Ah…!”
As she adjusted to him, his rhythm quickened.
“Ah… nngh… nngt…!”
She began to meet his t******. Their movements became rougher, faster.
“Aah, I… I’m…!”
“Hallang… Hallang…! Gaga…! Gaga…!”
She thrashed beneath him.
“I… I’m going mad…!”
“What are you… doing to me…!”
She reached her peak, her whole body convulsing, and she locked herself against him, holding on with all her strength.
A sudden, urgent signal shot through him. This was different from the serving women; this was the woman he loved. The tension, her initial resistance, and the sheer passion of the moment finally sent him over the edge.
“Eu… eu… eumm…!”
A low groan rumbled from his chest, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and a sharp pang of guilt for having taken her before their wedding.
“Ga… Ga…!”
Limp and languid, her shame forgotten, she called his name. Ryeohan pulled her close, his voice a low whisper.
“I’ll love you even more from now on.”
“Thank you, Gaga.”
He placed a light kiss on her eyelid, then gently began to clean her. On the cloth, the crimson mark of their union was a vivid, shocking red—as bright as her passion.
Beyond the window, the autumn sun was sinking behind the withered gourd vines. The harvest moon had not yet begun to rise.