Chapter 82
Chapter 82
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: 3 Days of Happiness (2)
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After watching the movie's ending, we found a motel nearby and decided to call it a night.
A stuffy motel room. Neither Cheondo nor I were picky about sleeping arrangements, so we got the closest room available.
It was cramped, but cozy.
Lying on the large double bed and closing my eyes, drowsiness washed over me.
"Sleepy?"
"Yeah."
"Then we should've just found a place to crash instead of messing around with that silly stuff. No idea why we didn't."
Cheondo's head, which was dumping emotionless criticism on me, had a star-shaped character headband from the theater sticking up prominently.
A cat sticker was plastered on her smooth hand, and the plastic bag she carried was stuffed with character merch.
Of course, I'd begged her to buy it because I wanted it, but surely Cheondo wanted it too.
Unlike her cold face, she was honest about her fandom.
"You enjoyed it all, though."
"Who enjoyed it? You did."
Cheondo huffed and sat at the foot of the bed, taking off her cloak and hanging it on the nightstand.
Then she leaned back, and her head landed on my stomach.
"What are you doing?"
"Drained. Already low on energy, then we wandered around. Makes sense I'm wiped out. Can't even move a finger."
"Aren't you gonna shower?"
"I will. But right now, I just wanna stay like this."
With that, Cheondo pulled a bundled mass of twigs, leaves, and flowers from her spatial pouch.
Infused with black magic, it was a plant I'd never forget.
"Winterberry I removed from your neck."
What're you gonna do with that?
I asked out of nosy concern, and Cheondo wiggled her head to meet my eyes. Her soft cheek pressed into my stomach.
"It'll make a great weapon. Not sure what kind, but it packs plenty of power."
"Sounds good."
"Let's make your weapon with it."
I couldn't help but chuckle.
She said it so matter-of-factly, but now even receiving favors from her felt routine.
...
Drowsiness filled the quiet air.
In the perfectly warm, cozy temperature, both Cheondo and I let our eyelids droop.
"Um, Master."
"What."
I'd lost count of how many times this thought had crossed my mind.
Why does she do so much for me? A nagging question. Maybe it was time she explained.
"Sorry to ask again, but seriously—"
"Enough."
But Cheondo cut me off, as if she'd read my mind, her soft voice lulling me to sleep just by hearing it.
"Bonds between people aren't simple enough to unpack in a few words."
She reached out and laced her fingers with mine.
Like that time she'd played with my cigarettes, she flashed a rare sly smile tinged with emotion.
"Or do you need some grand gesture to prove it before you'll believe?"
My lips twitched.
No clue why. I just averted my gaze, and Cheondo teased me more.
A hard-to-name emotion welled up.
I pushed it down and we talked for a while.
Cheondo's breathing evened out as her eyes closed.
I gently shifted her upper body onto the bed, tidied the winterberry and merch, then headed to the shower, leaving her asleep.
A slightly rusted showerhead sprayed cold water.
-Splashhhh.
The water cooled my feverish forehead. I bumped my head on the mirror and let out a relieved breath.
'That was close.'
Almost gave in to lust right there.
Would've broken the unspoken master-disciple rule. Her outfit was too tempting anyway. Skin-tight tights—I've been a saint ignoring it this long.
Composed, I changed into a robe and left the shower.
'Gotta beat this Lewd Demon.'
-Creak.
Back in the room, Baekdo sat there in her body.
Lucky break.
The Lewd Demon mysteriously subsided.
"Disciple."
"Yeah."
"What kinda tastes you got, freak... Whatever. Why watch this crap?"
Baekdo rummaged through the plastic bag on the nightstand, pulled out merch, and furrowed her brow.
Tastes really can't be respected, huh.
I laughed wryly, and Baekdo retreated to the far side of the bed like I'd been caught robbing an adult store, looking disgusted.
"Hate it that much?"
"I tried respecting it."
"That's respect? Sounds like beating up every anime fan."
"My disciple ignores all the masterpieces for this trash, jerking off to twisted desires. How could I not snap?"
A chill stabbed my heart.
"Th... thank your stars Cheondo Master isn't awake."
"Why bring up Cheondo? She'd never say it, but she thinks the same. This is for your sake. Quit this junk."
I said nothing.
It'd all come back to Cheondo anyway.
Baekdo would pile up karma unwittingly and get her comeuppance. Bonds in this world start with pleasing the top master.
Instinct told me the hierarchy: Imperial Path < Baekdo < Cheondo. Quick judgment.
"Yeah, got it... So why'd you come out?"
"Can't I?"
"Prefer you stay inside if possible."
"Really itching for a beating, huh. Still don't get why I'm stuck with a punk like you."
"Sure you don't."
After our usual banter, Baekdo stood, grabbed a robe.
"Showering?"
"Better than magic for refreshing."
"Fair..."
-Thud.
After Baekdo shut the door, I flopped onto the bed and yawned deeply.
Mind at ease, sleep felt easier now.
Checked my phone: messages from Azalea.
[Two days ago]
Azalea: Came to a restaurant with Shiba today.
Azalea: Photo
Azalea: Photo
[One day ago]
Azalea: Shiba's crying for you today.... Call if you have time?
Seeing Shiba's pouty face in the dorm made me smile.
Then my eyes dropped to the next message, bittersweetness rising.
Planned to slack a few more days, but better fetch Shiba or head back to the dorm.
Called Azalea right away; she picked up before it barely rang.
[H-Hello? What's up?]
"Yeah. Just finished training, saw your texts."
[Oh? R-Right... For Shiba?]
"Nah, wanted to hear your voice too."
[Thanks even if it's empty words. Hold on?]
Soon, beeps from the phone.
[Beep! Beeeeep!]
"Shiba?"
[Paa! Pa!!]
So loud, it hurt my ears from here.
Switched to video; Shiba in cute pajamas smashed her face into the screen.
[Paaaa......]
Her tear-streaked face tugged at my heart.
[You gotta come quick. You know why.]
"Guess so."
[Motel there? With who?]
"Yeah. With Master."
[I see....]
[Beeep......]
Azalea and Shiba's disappointed voices overlapped.
Somehow, they matched.
'Gotta go soon.'
-Click.
Door opened; I ended the call abruptly.
Last sight: Shiba grabbing the phone, running off so Azalea couldn't hang up.
I could've ended it, but her clueless cuteness.
Bet Shiba's staring blankly at the screen on her knees now.
Whining to the heavens.
"Who was that?"
"Our daughter."
Baekdo sat on the bed, towel-drying her damp white hair.
Eyes heavy; she looked sleepy too.
Winterberry that draining?
"Let's sleep."
"Yeah."
We lay down, fiddled with our phones, then crashed hard.
Treating each other like annoying jerks meant sharing a bed stirred no feelings.
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◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ A strange sensation slithered across my lower abdomen, damp and slick.
-Slurp.
Sticky saliva mingling with skin; I tried opening my eyes, but my mind was foggy, like drugged.
Like sinking into a vast ocean depths, drifting slowly.
No sensations.
Just weird noises echoing from afar.
The liquid smacking sounds grated; focusing, they came clearly from below me.
Consciousness slipping?
Couldn't lift eyelids; faint mana detected.
Sleep magic? Blended sleep and binding.
Masterful, custom-woven binding magic beyond my skill to even activate. It gripped my mind tight.
Why now? What's happening?
Desperately reached out, interfered. User wasn't guarding; dispelled easily.
-Whoosh!
Consciousness snapped back. Body senses awoke.
Sounds grew vivid, lewdly twisting.
"Haah... Hnng."
A woman's voice drowned in lust. My loosely tied robe flung open.
Soft flesh on thighs; her head bobbing pressed it against my thighs and below.
"This... Hic. Is wrong..."
Cute tongue licked the groove under the glans.
Soaked in saliva, it stung in the air.
I jolted to sit up, but held back.
An event flashed in my mind.
'...Quest.'
The quest that cleared out of nowhere.
Copulate with three Wood People—suddenly done, though only two.
Shocked. Grilled the live-in Peach sisters; all played dumb.
-Schlup.
She lovingly took the tip in her mouth, rolling it inside.
Tongue swirling desperately; moans escaped.
"Haah, hngh!"
She stuck two fingers in her mouth, then rubbed her pussy with them.
Head down, sucking me while moaning wildly.
"...Haaaang! Haaang!"
Not once or twice; fully letting loose.
Thinks I won't wake?
"Once more...? No, no. You'd be tired."
After climaxing, she magicked my body dry, neatly fixed my robe.
Sat by the bed, reached somewhere, crunching sounds.
-Crunch.
Biting into fruit pulp, slurping juice.
Devouring it frantically; I slyly cracked an eye.
Stuffing peaches to avoid detection.
Dark, but sounds pegged it; my Peach radar locked on.
That peach is Water Peach.