Chapter 72
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 72
Chapter Title: Blue Pine Festival (13)
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Seol Ha-yeon kept her word. She was dead serious. There was no falsehood in her declaration that, as a master, she would rape her disciple.
She simply planned to unleash the rage and sorrow bottled up inside her, just as it was.
'I can't hold back any longer.'
...Come to think of it, that was exactly right. Her disciple had always maintained a rational boundary between them, insisting on respecting the line between man and woman.
Over the five years they'd spent together, every vacation season, Lee Hyun-jin had always stayed at Seol Ha-yeon's house on the outskirts of Seoul.
How many temptations had she attempted during that time, she wondered?
Common sense dictated it was impossible to resist and avoid them all.
Lee Hyun-jin had told Seol Ha-yeon that he was a minor, and no matter the goal of easily inheriting characteristics, this was wrong.
Even as he said it, the pitiful look in his eyes... Every time, Seol Ha-yeon wanted to tear him in half.
And then she'd confess. That it wasn't just about the characteristics—that initial excuse had slipped out unconsciously—and her true feeling was simply a desire to grow closer to him.
Of course, she never said it. No, she couldn't.
She understood her disciple's position. He was undoubtedly a minor, still a young student.
Proposing intercourse to such a boy meant she was knowingly prepared to commit a crime(?). She was aware of that.
Anyway, for various reasons, she understood and accepted his stance, and in the last year or two, she hadn't made such demands.
Quenching her desires through self-consolation alone over that long period was utterly exhausting, but...
Still, she'd endured. She'd waited. She knew—or believed—that the time would come someday.
...Or rather, she'd believed it would.
But still.
No.
Her expectations had been off the mark. It was all her own wishful thinking, nothing more than drinking a bowl of kimchi soup alone.
Expecting a first night with her now-adult disciple?
'Ahaha.'
Seol Ha-yeon couldn't help but let out a hollow laugh inwardly. What a ridiculous story, what a pathetic woman.
Meanwhile, her beloved disciple had been intimate with a girl his own age.
It was thunderbolt news. Her mind had gone blank in an instant.
She'd even pitifully thought of cracking open a can of beer alone.
'...It's okay.'
But whatever. Who was she?
Seol Ha-yeon was this country's grand archmage, and even on a global scale, she was the darling of mana acknowledged in the magical world.
In other words, with a touch of exaggeration, she was a symbol of enlightenment among billions.
Regaining her composure was no challenge.
She calmed down quickly.
By then, she simply unleashed emotions in a different direction...
No sadness.
No despair.
So what remained for her was pure resentment and envy, jealousy and irritation, anger—and all of it summed up into—
'lust'.
Thud!
"Disciple."
Seol Ha-yeon shoved Lee Hyun-jin down into the bushes behind the bench. In that moment, not a shred of reason lingered in her eyes.
Only the flames of desire burned there—perhaps unbecoming of a grand archmage.
Her hands moved deftly. Whoosh!
She conjured a graceful ice whip and bound his arms.
Maintaining her calm amid it all, she cast spells. A soundproof barrier and a simple invisibility veil.
No one short of another grand archmage could pierce this spot now.
Though the presence of all three national grand archmages in this small academy right now was a concern, even they would hesitate to force their way in.
Seol Ha-yeon had no more reservations. Her mental limits were lifted.
She gazed down at Lee Hyun-jin with cold eyes. The darkness hid his expression, but... so what?
It didn't matter.
Seol Ha-yeon twisted her lips into a chill sneer.
"Don't resist. I have no intention of going easy on you today."
"......"
"If you keep up that disrespectful attitude you've enjoyed so much... today will be the day you die, disciple."
Lee Hyun-jin didn't respond, but Seol Ha-yeon didn't find the silence odd.
Well, he must be scared. She'd never come on this strong before.
But what could he do? When his sky-like master had decided this, what power did a mere disciple have?
Seol Ha-yeon shouted inwardly.
'What can you even do!'
And with that, she flung off her clothes. The weather was irrelevant. Cold couldn't touch her body.
Instead, imagining his gaze on her bare skin...
'Hm.'
A little... very slightly embarrassed.
But it was fine. She could endure. Because it was Lee Hyun-jin.
If she'd been the type to feel shame now, she never could have endured those five years of agonizing temptations. She could do this.
She'd even anticipated their relationship reaching this point.
What was there to hesitate over? Seol Ha-yeon moved her body. With Lee Hyun-jin perfectly bound, resistance wasn't a worry.
She took a short breath and reached out. Toward his waistband.
She fumbled with the belt but undid it without showing clumsiness.
In her view, lacking experience didn't matter much.
She had plenty of knowledge, and even without practice, she had no doubt she could manage.
That was a grand archmage's confidence. Or pride.
Seol Ha-yeon yanked down his underwear right away. Her mind recalled illustrations of male anatomy from books...
And pulled it down with a snap.
Thwack!
"Kyaang."
Lee Hyun-jin's fully erect member slapped her cheek.
Of course it did—the thing pent up against the stretching fabric sprang free.
"...?"
Seol Ha-yeon's eyes blinked rapidly.
She was genuinely flustered.
'What... is this...?'
She pondered inwardly. She knew this was a penis.
But something felt off. Was it supposed to be this big?
She knew it enlarged with stimulation, but she hadn't done anything yet.
Seol Ha-yeon raised her head, her earlier bravado slightly diminished.
Her bewildered gaze met Lee Hyun-jin's, and only then did he speak.
"Master."
"...Y-yes? Eep?"
His voice was low. Not particularly cold, but laced with a strangely firm tone that sent a chill down her spine.
Seol Ha-yeon swallowed dryly. Gulp!
That was the moment Lee Hyun-jin shattered her ice whip. Crack—he crushed the ice.
"Eek."
Seol Ha-yeon had no time to react. Her mind blanked in stunned silence as Lee Hyun-jin extended his hand.
He grabbed her now-freed wrist and gently pushed her back—just enough not to hurt.
Thud—
Seol Ha-yeon's body fell into the bushes.
Her discarded top cushioned her like a blanket.
Her face flushed with a mix of shock, her throat bobbing as she swallowed repeatedly.
That was when Lee Hyun-jin shed his own top.
"You might not know, but this disciple has had quite the spectacular half-year lately."
He continued leisurely, to Seol Ha-yeon whose eyes widened at his bare torso.
"Normally, you'd be furious. I've been with several women, gained all sorts of new experiences. So even if you pounce on me like this, Master, it's not that surprising."
Of course, it was disorienting that someone who'd raised him like a parent was suddenly going full throttle...
But he decided not to voice that. He swallowed it and pressed on.
"I just had to say this before I show that brazen woman who jumped me—not my 'Master'—what she's in for."
"...Huh?"
"It might hurt a little."
Lee Hyun-jin said no more. Seol Ha-yeon blinked in confusion, rolling her eyes as she puzzled over his words.
It meant nothing, really. She didn't even notice her skirt—her last cover—slipping away.
Squelch!
"Hyaaang?!"
It might be regrettable. After five years of longing, she lost her virginity to her beloved disciple like this.
But she couldn't savor that moment properly afterward.
In short—
-Everything just went white.
It was a first-night(?) memory so ambiguous she couldn't tell if it was pleasure, shock, or pain—profoundly subtle.