Chaotic Nights — Chapter 217. Tight

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 1/3

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Eunha woke up with a strange warmth. She could hear the rain hammering relentlessly against the eaves. Her lips expelled a hot breath,

“Jihak…”

The sweat-soaked woman called out his name.

The Great Prince, who had his face buried in her underskirt, raised his head.

“You’re awake.”

“How could I sleep with you all over me?”

“I’m sorry. You looked so beautiful while you were sleeping.”

He caressed her cl!t#ris that had grown hard with a mischievous smile. He pulled down her underskirt. Eunha didn’t know what to do. The tension spread from her feet to her crotch. Every time he applied force, her h#l3 d!l#ted.

“Jihak.”

Eunha bit her lower lip. After he rubbed his m@nh#od against her v@g#na, he slowly ins3rted it into her h#l3. She mo@ned because she felt intense pl3#sure.

“Ah…”

“This baby should come out fast.”

His body moved slowly. Perhaps because her legs were tight, the stim#lation was stronger than usual. The cl#m@x came quickly.

The darkness gradually disappeared with the dawn.

An hour later, something significant occurred.

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Yongi, who had accompanied Yuljae to Heein’s house, paused before stepping inside.

Her appearance was woeful. She had walked so far that her body reeked of dirt, and her footwear was worn out. She desired to look as clean as she could.

Yongi grabbed Yuljae’s hand.

“I’ll head to a nearby pit. I can’t enter the house in this condition.”

It was only then that Yuljae took a closer look at Yongi. To him, she didn’t appear as bad as he initially thought. A simple wash in a stream would suffice. However, her clothes, which had been in good condition before the journey, were now worn out.

“You just need clothes.”

“Huh?”

“You always smell like lily.”

Yuljae took Yongi’s hand. He started walking. There were puddles on the ground because it rained all night. They were clearly reflected in the water.

Yongi stared at his hand. She had held his hand from Airi to Harye.

But now she was in Harye. She recalled her days as a courtesan. That was why Yongi could not lift her head. She worried that the warrior would be stigmatized because of her.

She withdrew her hand. Then she stopped her steps.

“People will misunderstand.”

“We are not committing any wrongdoing.”

“Yes, it is wrong.”

Yuljae sighed. They started walking again.

While searching for a clothing store, Yongi noticed a scholar standing in front of a bookshop. The bookshop owner, Sir Song, handed several books to the scholar. The man turned his head in her direction.

The person wearing the blue robe was Shihoon. Shihoon’s eyes twitched when he noticed Yongi. He then turned his gaze to Yuljae, who stood beside Yongi.