Chapter 213
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 213
Chapter Title: Taiji Yin-Yang Physique (16)
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"Heh heh heh. So, what do you think?"
"What do you mean, what? I'd like to chew him up and spit him out."
"Oh ho? That guy's the one who didn't even flinch when the patriarch of the Wi Clan bared his killing intent. He seemed tougher than he looks."
"Killing intent? With Hye-a right there, do you think I'd go all out?"
"Hmph, you fool. You think you can fool me?"
"Ahem... Well, maybe I put a bit more force into it."
The patriarch of the Wi Clan, Wi Ji-hyeok, was chatting with Elder Han, who had recently returned to the clan, about that insolent brat. Wi Ji-hyeok clearly didn't like the kid much, but Elder Han didn't seem to hate him at all.
"Heh heh heh. I see him in a good light. That boy looks quite useful."
"Elder! What are you saying?"
"Quiet down, you fool! Why are you yelling like that?"
"But if we're being objective, he's really nothing special! Even setting aside his lowly status and past, his meridians are already set in place. What makes you think he's useful?"
"What do I see in him? Guts, for one. The Peng Clan's prized sons can't even squeak in front of the patriarch, but that kid shouted right back. That's enough to pass in my book."
"But guts aren't everything!"
"Of course not. But in a life-or-death moment, the only ones who can take that extra step forward are gutsy people like him. You know that better than anyone, Patriarch."
"Ahem... Can't argue with that."
No, it wasn't just that he didn't dislike the kid—Elder Han genuinely liked him. He kept listing the brat's merits, insisting they should take him in.
Wi Ji-hyeok naturally didn't want to hear it, but Elder Han's irrefutable logic left him no choice but to listen to the end.
"And besides, that boy is pure."
"...That much I can't admit. Pure? That little bastard?"
"He might be too old to start learning martial arts. But the internal energy flowing through his body is purer than any warrior's. It's the refined, pristine qi from Hye-a's Taiji Yin-Yang Physique."
"That's... infuriating, but you're right..."
"And that pure internal energy more than makes up for any flaws. That's why everyone in the martial world is after Hye-a."
"So... you're saying we should raise him as a Wi Clan warrior?"
"I don't see the downside."
"Hmm..."
Listening closely, Elder Han's points were quite valid. Wi Ji-hyeok knew full well the power of untainted, pure internal energy.
He hadn't thought of it in his anger before, but that brat definitely had the potential for greatness. Elder Han's claim that there was no harm in it wasn't wrong.
"And there's an even bigger advantage."
"What's that?"
"We keep Hye-a right under our noses. Instead of sending her to the unreliable Nangong Clan. Sure, their power offers safety, but can we really trust them?"
"...You're right. The rumor about her Taiji Yin-Yang Physique started there, after all."
"Plus, they already failed to protect her. If it weren't for that boy, we'd have lost Hye-a. We could use that as an excuse to call off the engagement without any backlash."
"Hmm... Indeed..."
Wi Ji-hyeok gradually came around to Elder Han's view and nodded at the mention of breaking off the engagement. No matter how safe it seemed, he didn't want to send his daughter to the inscrutable Nangong Clan.
Fortunately, an opportunity to end the betrothal had arisen... Wi Ji-hyeok began to think that taking in that bastard as a son-in-law wasn't so bad. After all, the punk had saved his daughter's life, and she fancied him.
"Then with the patriarch's permission granted, this old man will test the boy tomorrow. If he passes, please accept him as your son-in-law."
"For now... I'll observe as well. And if he really proves useful... I'll follow your advice, Elder."
"Heh heh heh. Very well."
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Wi Ji-eun returned home with a face full of dissatisfaction.
She had gone to vent to Peng Si-un, but it only left her more frustrated. All she wanted was for him to badmouth that lecher with her... but Peng Si-un half-heartedly listened, making her feel neglected.
'So annoying...'
And worse, he hurt her feelings. He coldly ignored the affectionate signal she had mustered the courage to send.
'I stupidly misunderstood for nothing...'
Thanks to that, Wi Ji-eun realized that the faint hope she harbored was all in her head.
Peng Si-un's unusually gentle attitude wasn't born of affection.
'Argh, what the hell...'
In her gloom, Wi Ji-eun sought out her beloved older sister, Wi Ji-hye, to soothe her heart. She wanted to spend the night chatting sister-to-sister after so long.
"Haa... Baek-rang, ungh...!"
Unfortunately, her sister already had company.
"I love you, haa..."
And that guest seemed to be the same lecher from that morning.
"So harder, touch me harder... haaang... even harder!"
A lewd feminine voice she had never heard from her sister's room leaked out.
"It feels so good... haa, Baek-rang... ungh, haa... I love how Baek-rang touches me..."
Wi Ji-eun quickly checked her surroundings, confirmed no one was around, and gently pressed her ear to her sister's door. She focused all her attention on the sounds of the lovemaking couple.
"Haa, my breasts... they feel like they're going to burst from Baek-rang's touch... hehe, you like my breasts that much? You're hopeless... haa, ahn..."
"Don't hold back, come on, haa... like this, easier to touch, right? Haang... harder in this position... so I can feel more of Baek-rang... knead my breasts."
"Aaang! But I hate it when you pinch just the tips... it makes me feel weird, Baek-rang... haa, ahng... it feels so good I'm going crazy..."
It seemed her sister's excuse that she had begged to be touched first wasn't a lie. Gasping under the man's caresses and letting out obscene moans, her sister clearly loved being pleasured.
But to Wi Ji-eun, who had no experience with men, it was utterly incomprehensible.
Did having your breasts touched really feel that good?
She had tried touching her own out of curiosity once and felt nothing. Yet her sister was enjoying it so much... Wi Ji-eun couldn't help but wonder.
'Maybe... it feels different when a man does it?'
She wanted to test it with Peng Si-un, but that was impossible. Unable to resolve her doubts, Wi Ji-eun focused back on the couple. She pushed aside the suspicion that maybe her breasts were too small to feel anything.
"But, haa... Baek-rang's already so hard. Must be frustrating, huh? Hehe... lie down here. I'll take care of it for you."
"While Baek-rang sucks on my breasts, haa... I'll shake it plenty to make your cock feel good, ungh... got it?"
"Mmm, Baek-rang... can I use my mouth instead of my hands? It looks extra delicious today..."
Then, from Wi Ji-hye's mouth came words far too advanced for Wi Ji-eun—vulgar talk about taking a man's cock in her mouth. It sounded even lewder than the act itself.
"Haaam... chuup, chuuut, haa... so tasty... hauum..."
At the sound of her sister sucking cock, Wi Ji-eun's face turned beet red just from listening. Unable to bear it, she fled.
She rushed to her room, locked the door hastily, and pulled out the hidden erotic book.
"Really... people actually do this stuff! No way..."