Sword Saint Yeo Seon-hui
Feeling the warm, soft sensation, Seong Ye-han opened his eyes. He rubbed his sore thighs, aching from last night's exertion, and turned toward the weight pressing against one side. There was Shin Ye-hwa's face, lighting up the world with a single faint ray of morning sunlight despite her thoroughly disheveled state. Tousled hair, sweat, and fluids—no matter how wrecked, she was breathtakingly beautiful.
Mwah—
"Mm..."
Seong Ye-han planted a light kiss on her round forehead and carefully extracted the arm she had clung to so tightly. She put up a weak resistance midway, but it melted away the moment he stroked her hair.
After slipping out of bed, he threw on some underwear and pants before standing at the door.
Creak—
As he reached for the doorknob, he noticed the door was already slightly ajar.
"Hm...?"
Must not have closed it properly in the heat of the moment last night.
With that thought, Seong Ye-han stepped out barefoot.
Slick—
He passed the doorway, which still felt oddly humid, descended the stairs, and arrived at the kitchen beyond the living room. He yanked open the fridge door, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, twisted off the cap, and chugged it down in one go.
"Ahh—"
A thrilling rush spread through his body, like life itself coursing through his veins. Seong Ye-han savored the cool refreshment with a satisfied smile—only to wince at the sharp headache that followed. Chugging something ice-cold hit the brain the same way whether you were a regular person or an S-rank hunter.
As he waited out the pain, he sensed someone padding softly toward him. A woman with a shoulder-length bob that swayed at about shoulder height. It was Na Yu-ri.
"Good morning, Master."
Even in the depths of winter, her tight flesh-colored tank top and black dolphin pants hugged her slender frame and wide hips, exuding raw feminine allure.
"Isn't that outfit a bit too aggressive?"
"Is it?"
Na Yu-ri smiled playfully, as if to say, I just find this comfy~ She picked up the water bottle he'd set down, poured some into a glass, and took a sip. Her long, pale neckline captured his gaze completely. And as if fully aware of her own charms, she turned and swayed her proud hips toward him—swish, swish—in the most tantalizing way.
Smack—
"Ahng!"
Unable to hold back, he gave that plump ass a light swat, drawing a sweet moan from her lips. Seong Ye-han wondered why she was suddenly so worked up, but then he realized the door to the room where he'd spent the night with Shin Ye-hwa was wide open.
"Were we too loud?"
"Yes. Very~ much so. Though... the sounds of you Masters going at it have always been pretty intense."
Na Yu-ri shot him a sideways glance even as she said it, but she made no move to pull away the ass she was offering up. Despite ravaging Shin Ye-hwa's insides all night, his cock was already stirring at dawn, demanding the warmth of this woman right now to assert its presence. As the firm flesh of a soft female pressed against his rigid length, Seong Ye-han naturally placed both hands on her hips.
"Master..."
Today, Na Yu-ri's pink lips looked especially moist and plush, drawing his eyes inexorably closer. That rosy hue inching nearer...
"What... what the hell are you two doing?!"
"Uh...?"
"Ah...?"
The lewd atmosphere shattered in an instant. The surging lust scattered like spring breeze, and both their gazes turned to the newcomer.
A woman who looked somehow weary and unkempt. Her face was flushed beet red now, dimming her beauty, but in her normal state, she would have been a stunning beauty straight out of an oriental painting.
"Ah! Now that you mention it..."
"Mention what?! You... you...!"
It was Yeo Seon-hui.
***
"Urgh..."
Yeo Seon-hui forced her heavy eyelids open, shaking off the fog in her mind. Today, her limbs felt limp and sodden, her head hazy, ruining what should have been a refreshing morning. The injury on her abdomen had been greatly eased by the potion she'd taken at dawn—now just a mild discomfort. It tasted like molasses, but damn if it didn't work.
If this were her own home, she'd have a custom coffee-milk-flavored potion tailored just for her, but expecting that much was pure luxury.
"Haa..."
Still enveloped in the plush, soft bed, Yeo Seon-hui covered her face with her hands. Even after sleeping, a lingering heat like embers in ash smoldered within her, escaping with every breath.
"I'm insane..."
Recalling last night's scorching memories, she shook her head. Yet those vivid images lingered in her brain: the lewd coupling of man and woman, their filthy talk. And a pleasure she'd never known before, roiling her heart.
Peeping on someone else's sex wasn't enough—she'd masturbated to it. No matter how long she'd spent alone, she couldn't accept such depravity.
Squelch—
"Eek!"
Just thinking about it made her crotch slick again. She barely restrained her hand from wandering there. The sex etched into her eyes like a brand felt ready to revive at any moment. It was like igniting a fire in a female body that had ripened to excess but had no outlet, suppressed for so long. Once exploded, it wouldn't die until it burned everything inside her—but Yeo Seon-hui desperately ignored her state.
If she'd had even one experience with a man, ignoring it would have been impossible... Fortunately, she was still a virgin.
"Hoo..."
After catching her breath, with sweat beading on her skin and discomfort mounting, she finally dragged herself out of bed.
"Guess I'll shower..."
No fresh clothes, but she could borrow some. Worst case, wear the grimy ones again.
Yeo Seon-hui left the room. The mansion, bathed in bright sunlight, felt worlds apart from its dark stillness last night. Walking the same path from dawn, she cooled her burning cheeks. First, she needed some distance from this house. A loss in the duel was a loss—she had to settle things with them quickly and get out.
With that in mind, she entered the living room. Her room was on the first floor, so it was a short walk, and the kitchen was in plain view. And there she saw another man and woman on the verge of devouring each other.
The man was Seong Ye-han. The woman...? Dressed in utterly shameless clothes, swaying her ass with a lewd smile. A bitch face screaming starvation for cock, plain as day to Yeo Seon-hui's eyes.
And that face... was definitely not Shin Ye-hwa.
"Wh-what the...?!"
Just hours ago, he'd been sucking and fucking Shin Ye-hwa senseless, and now cheating with another bitch first thing in the morning?! In the same house?! With his girlfriend upstairs?!
That... that bastard's trash. A playboy. Women's enemy!
"You bastard!!"
Yeo Seon-hui exploded in rage. How furious she was showed in the visible ripples of her telekinesis aura distorting the air around her.
"You... you! How can you do this after messing around with Shin Ye-hwa last night?!"
"Uh..."
Facing her fury head-on, Seong Ye-han's somewhat dazed, dumbstruck face only fueled her anger more.
"This won't do. I really need to educate you properly..."
The woman who'd been brooding over her defeat moments ago was gone. Now there was only a warrior for justice...
In her mind, just one word burned: punish.
"Yaaawn..."
Suddenly, a voice from behind her. One she knew well.
"You... you came at the perfect time..."
What doused Yeo Seon-hui's blazing fury wasn't Seong Ye-han or the bob-haired woman still grinding against his hips—it was Shin Ye-hwa herself.
"Auntie. Why are you making such a racket?"
The woman spoke in a flat tone. Shin Ye-hwa. Yeo Seon-hui had expected her to erupt like cold fire and tear the bitch in front of her to shreds, but oddly, Shin Ye-hwa seemed utterly nonchalant.
"What... bro trying for another round? Should've woken me... Morning service is pretty nice, you know."
"Eh...?"
"Didn't wanna wake you rudely."
"Face-sitting would've been fine? Waking up to you eating me out sounds thrilling. You weren't so merciful my first time... Though I like this considerate side of you too."
An unbelievable calm for someone catching her lover in the act. Spouting something as obscene as "morning service" shattered Yeo Seon-hui's common sense.
"What... what the hell are you even saying..."
Deflated by the absurdity, Yeo Seon-hui could only stare blankly as Shin Ye-hwa brushed past her.
"Water me too."
"Here you go, Mistress."
"Thanks~"
Gulp—gulp—
"Phah—"
Shin Ye-hwa's throat bobbed vividly. Mistress...?
Yeo Seon-hui alone froze stiff as the three carried on with their morning routine. The lover's lover? swiftly handing over the water bottle to the real lover? Or had Shin Ye-hwa pulled off some NTR? Given her personality, the latter seemed more likely... No, Shin Ye-hwa would never tolerate anyone touching what's hers, NTR or not.
"Nooo..."
What kind of chaos was this? Yeo Seon-hui felt like she was dreaming from witnessing too much stimulating sex. Or maybe the intense coupling of Seong Ye-han and Shin Ye-hwa at dawn had all been a dream.
"I'm gonna rest more, so take it easy, bro? Save some for me—you know?"
With that parting shot, Shin Ye-hwa headed back upstairs.
"Uh... uh-huh..."
Yeo Seon-hui could only gape blankly at the empty staircase and the man and woman still entwined like snakes.