All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 113: The Perfect Husband Material. (18+)

Ignoring my protests, she engulfed me in her mouth, sucking as if it were candy.

"Ahh... Ngh... W-Wait—"

Suck!

"Hnngh... ♥"

She didn’t just lick—she drew me in hard, nearly pushing me to release again. I barely held back.

"S-Stop... Stop..."

Tap... Tap...

I pushed at her head between my legs, but my feeble strength was useless against her.

Slurrrp!

"Eek... ♥"

If anything, my resistance spurred her on, her tongue working even more fervently. Cleaning was clearly a forgotten excuse—she kept licking areas already spotless.

Lick... Lick...

The way her tongue teased the sensitive ridge between the head and shaft was a sensation I’d never experienced in my life.

Squeeze!

A wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm me, but I clenched down desperately, sealing my urethra. The semen surging up begged for release, but I couldn’t let it. Another climax now would restart this "cleaning" cycle from scratch.

And she noticed.

Lick...

"Eek?!"

Her tongue zeroed in on my urethra, probing relentlessly—

++++

The sensation of her tongue teasingly stroking my urethra made it twitch open despite my will—

Poke.

And when Dang Ayeong’s tongue slipped inside—

My feeble resistance met its end—

Spurt! Spurt spurt! Spurt!

"Hnngh... ahh..."

Forcing it back only to let it go—the ejaculation dragged on—

Twice my usual amount, yet she showed no sign of pulling away—

Even mid-release, she kept stimulating me, coaxing out more—

Spurt spurt!

"!!"

Thanks to her, the final burst erupted like a geyser—

"Haa... haah..."

Body and mind spent, I collapsed onto the bed—

No strength left to even sit up—

With my last ounce of energy, I glanced between my legs—

Drip...

"Ah... such a shame..."

She dabbed the white semen on her lips with a finger—

"If you’d held out a bit longer, the cleanup would’ve been done... now it’s messy again."

Her eyes still blazed with unquenched desire—

The true terror of drugs isn’t just the craving—it’s that no matter how much you indulge, the thirst never fades—

For those hooked, only two paths avoid ruin—

Resist the temptation early and break free—

Or gain the power to quench it whenever it strikes—

Meanwhile, elsewhere—

"Hnngh..."

Praised as a righteous hero outside—

Yet in her room, a woman stripped her undergarments, rubbing herself against the sheets, lost in a sensation she’d never known—

"Dan Yuseong..."

Calling the name of one she loved but shouldn’t—

"Ngh... ngh..."

Picturing the thing he’d once left in her, she raised her fingers—

Squelch...

"Ah... ah..."

Far beyond the excuse of "treatment"—

She whispered his name again—

"Yuseong-ah..."

Loving one she shouldn’t—

A love forbidden yet undeniable—

Her conflicted passion grew murkier by the moment—

"...Haa."

A week since the Martial Alliance dragged me in—

I’d barely stepped outside since—

As expected—

[’...You should probably stay indoors for a while.’]

[’Why...?’]

[’There’s surveillance all around—tons of it.’]

’Yeo Socheon... Yeo Sooocheooon...’

Rumors of my abilities had long spread—curious and greedy eyes now camped around Dang Ayeong’s house—

A little digging, and anyone could link me to her—

So day one, I holed up quietly, knitting with her to kill time—

I had to do something, or the vibe screamed round two from the night before—wasting daylight was my shield—

But once the sun set, I got hauled to bed, no mercy—

Anyway, a week passed like that—

Bang.

"Here—eat before it gets cold."

"Wooow."

I munched on dumplings she’d bought outside—

"...That good? I don’t think it’s much different from my cooking..."

"You cook great, but home food and takeout hit different."

"Hmm..."

She sat across, twirling her hair with a finger—

Savoring rare outside food was nice, but my real question loomed—

"How’s it... now?"

A week—long if you stretch it, short if you don’t—

Naturally, she didn’t sit idle with spies around her house—

Who is she? The top young talent, the Poison Phoenix, daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan Head—

Letting riffraff monitor her turf?

Unthinkable—

Any martial artist knows the sanctity of personal space—

Even if she didn’t care, the Tang Clan wouldn’t—

Over the week, the eyes on me in Shaanxi—around her house included—got cleaned up—

She said the Blue Thunder Sword... Yeo Socheon, helped too—

Knowing she sparked this mess, gratitude felt awkward, but help’s help—

"It’s died down a lot. Still too risky for you to step out, though."

"...How long ’til I can?"

"Hard to say... rumors are weird—some fade fast, some linger. No pattern—just depends. Best bet’s you staying hidden, not showing your face. Nothing kills a rumor quicker than its subject vanishing without a peep."

"Haaa..."

So, indefinite waiting—

I set the dumpling down, sighing—

I should be racing to stop the apocalypse, not stuck like this—

"So I just... stay cooped up ’til it fades?"

"Pretty much... unless something huge overshadows it. The Dragon-Phoenix Tournament’s not this year... some small sparring events, but they won’t ripple that big."

"Wish something’d blow up..."

I got how celebrities caught in scandals felt—holed up, praying for a bigger story to bury theirs—

"What could do it...?"

"Plenty, I guess. If the Demon Cult stirred, your rumors would—"

"That’s not ’fading’—that’s world-ending!"

"Joking, obviously. They’ve been dormant decades—why move now?"

"Don’t jinx it, even as a joke..."

The Demon Cult—self-styled Heavenly Demon Sect, but the Central Plains branded them "Demon Cult" centuries ago—

Their goal? Same as I knew from Earth—conquer the Central Plains—

But history shows they’ve never pulled it off—

You’d think they’re all name, no game—but don’t—

The current Heavenly Demon’s rumors are no joke—

Twenty years back, during the Blood Cult war, when the Central Plains nearly fell, she appeared—alone, they say, she shredded the Blood Cult’s leader and every last follower—

Why she hasn’t used that insane power to conquer like past Demons? Unclear—

But one thing’s certain—

If she moves, the Central Plains are toast—

"I only said it ’cause you looked so grim. I don’t want that either, even joking."

"Anything else big...?"

"Some lunatic lobbing dozens of thunder bombs at the Martial Alliance HQ—"

"You’re sure you’re righteous faction?"

"Haha, kidding, kidding."

Jokes aside, they were brutal—

"But I’m stumped—nothing huge comes to mind. Maybe... finding the lost stash of the Divine Thief, declared a martial enemy twenty years ago?"

She tossed it out playfully, lightening the mood—

"...Uh."

"If that got found, your rumors’d vanish—everything’d be forgotten. He was that big a deal—stole troves of masters’ weapons, sect secrets, divine relics, then vanished without a trace. Righteous, evil, even the Demon Cult’d perk up—reclusive weirdos’d crawl out too. Might outshine a Demon invasion, honestly."

"..."

"Haha, don’t overthink it—just rest here, I’ll handle it."