All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me! Chapter 138: Once Wasn't Enough, You Bastard!

[Protagonist's POV]

He hugged himself with both arms and stepped back from her.

After draining him dry yesterday, was she still not satisfied?

Between Dang A-young and the won of this world, it was like they were insatiable predators.

In tis like this, he was genuinely grateful that Lady Geomhu wasn't like them.

"T-Then don't get hard in the first place! You're the one tempting !"

"What, so it's my fault for getting assaulted because I dressed provocatively?!"

"…Isn't it?"

"…Huh?"

"If you're not trying to stir up lust, shouldn't you dress modestly…?"

"…Oh."

His mind buffered for a mont.

He'd forgotten this was the Central Plains.

In terms of ti, it was hundreds of years behind the modern era.

That kind of thinking was normal here.

In a world conservative about sex and with poor public safety, unless you had a specific reason to seduce soone, you wouldn't wear revealing clothes.

Especially if you lacked power.

"No, wait, that's not the point."

His clothes weren't even revealing to begin with.

And that wasn't what he ant to argue about—

"Anyway, don't get the wrong idea! I have zero interest in doing anything right now!"

"…Tch."

"…"

He stared at her in disbelief.

How could soone who'd lost their virginity just yesterday act so openly disappointed?

Even if late-blooming passion was intense, this was—

'…Separate rooms from now on.'

Even in a carriage, I'd sleep with one eye open around Yeo Socheon—shuddering at the vow—

"Before we head back, we should cover this exit."

Shifting topics, I pointed at the way we'd co—

No chanism to reseal it—

Leaving it open risked discovery—

That'd ruin our plan to exploit the Divine Thief's stash—

"Hm… step back a good distance then."

"You're smashing it?"

"Sothing more reliable."

At her word, I retreated—then glanced back—

"Keep going 'til I'm a dot!"

"…What, collapsing a cliff?"

Her insistence sent farther—until she was a speck—

Then I saw it—

Boom!

Rumble rumble rumble!!

The cliff near our exit crumbled—

"…"

Tap!

"This should hide it—let's go."

Mouth agape, she strolled up, grabbing my arm—

"Isn't this environntal damage?"

"Nature's tough—unexpected disasters happen—it'll green up soon."

"You caused that disaster—"

"Eh, just so worms or earth dragons die—nature's got plenty—don't sweat it."

"Aren't you a monk?!"

"All follows the Heavenly Gods' will…"

Her calm spiel made see this world's future as bleak—

What'd it do to deserve her and that saintess?

'…Though I'm the real pity case.'

"Saved," they say—but worth gratitude? Debatable—

A stud's life elsewhere isn't great—

'This world's no picnic either…'

Central Plains' hardships—six of one, half dozen the other—

Unless I'm missing sothing—

"Oh, about that promise—"

"Huh?"

She spun, cutting my thoughts—

Startled, her question hit—

"Tavern… you going?"

Booze—

Right, we'd agreed—

Drinking alone with her after yesterday—dicey—

Drool.

But "booze" already had my mouth watering—

Back at my fourth electric climax—when I'd passed out—

"W-What do I do?! A-Are you okay?! You're not dead, right?!"

Yeo Socheon clutched my limp body, flailing—

She'd cut foes with a sword—but knocking soone out this way? A first—

"Grrk…"

"Eek—snap out of it!"

Eyes rolled, foam at my mouth—she freaked—

Just wanted one more go—now her precious person was down—panic made sense—

Sex ed—bare basics—depth shallow—she didn't grasp her actions—

Her head scread—Did I kill him? Will he never wake?—

Slap slap.

"W-What do I do…"

Light smacks to rouse —no twitch—

On old battlefields, she'd zap fallen allies awake—but that downed —

Even her thin common sense knew not to repeat it—

'C-Calm down.'

Uncharted crisis—centuries of life no prep—she cycled her energy, cooling her mind—

First move—

Pop.

Drip…

She lifted her hips, freeing my dick—

Shrunk—its forr glory gone—it flopped onto my stomach—

Dick and owner out cold—odd triumph stirred—unrecognized—

Just a faint thump in her chest—

'Breathing—heartbeat.'

Not the priority—

Her pussy—overflowing—cum seeping—she clenched, staunching it—pressed her ear to my chest—

Left of center—heart—still thumping strong—

Fingers to my nose—breath ragged, but alive—

No danger—

She's no healer—just a warrior—

Couldn't trust her call—

'dicine—sowhere.'

She laid flat—closed my white-exposed eyes—stood, hunting a redy—

Spiritual elixirs mostly—but others too—

Divine Thief's stash—surely—

Vitality boosters—easy find—

Rummage.

"Only elixirs?!"

Nope—

All premium loot—no basic ds—

Qingcheng oil, millennium ginseng, eternal snow lotus—martial masters' dreams—

Useless to her now—not worth a cheap salve—

Her realm—elixirs wouldn't push further—

For —broken dantian—feeding these? Murder—

Swish swish.

"Shaolin's Great Return Pill… beast core… Ice Palace exclusive—he stole this too?"

Treasures martial artists would kill for—rolling on the ground—

Yeo Socheon—cum trickling—kept digging—

"Got it!"

A young beast's processed core—liquid—

Mild—not overwhelming—drinkable for —

Perfect—

For warriors, a year's energy—trash—

For frail folk—elders, sick—gold—

She rushed back—fed it—my face eased—she relaxed—

Not so white witch's instant miracle—but rare for my weak ass—

Long-term perk—

No more "yin-yang healing sex" for a cold—

Flush.

'…'

Crisis averted—ti for her real goal—

That wild romp nearly erased it—but her sword drove her here—

No effort needed—

This close—it called—

Step step.

Following its pull—the trap that snared her—

Double-layered with a fake sword—

This? Quadruple—

Drawing it triggered it—

She'd braced for three—missed the fourth—

Dodged three—fell to the last—inhaled the aphrodisiac—

Result—

'…Bastard.'

Teeth grinding—she pictured the Divine Thief giggling, crafting this for her—

Others teased—but him? Vicious—

Like a personal grudge—every clash a prank—

Crunch.

'Not a battlefield—I'd have torn him apart.'

No war—no precious hands—he'd be dead—

Swift as he was—she'd catch him—

Faster than lightning—

Never imagined he'd screw her post-war—

Stealing comrades' weapons—dawn after victory—

"…Haa."

Crying before them—denying it—twenty-year-old sha—

Most dead now—lucky?—

'…'

Mixed feelings—she reached for her sword—

Shing.

Gripping it—perfect unity—

Beyond sword-spirit fusion—her lost half—

Tremble.

Lifted—twenty years apart—it quivered—greeting—

A reunion from dreams—

Yet—

Not the flood of emotion she'd expected—

Maybe—

Twitch twitch.

Drip.

'…Underwear?'

Cum still oozed—staining her thighs—

eting her sword like this—

Complex gaze—

Clunk!

Ceiling opened—

"Hah!"

Splat!

Sothing dropped—she dodged—

A pouch—white powder scattered—

Sa aphrodisiac—

Crackle.

"…Once wasn't enough, you bastard—"