Chapter 463: An Assassination Request Arrives
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 463: An Assassination Request Arrives
Inner Guest Room.
"What are you thinking..."
Sun-woo trailed off, looking at Tang Seo-yoon with a gaze full of doubt.
"About what?"
"Why... aren't you scolding me?" Sun-woo asked, genuinely confused.
"Do you want to be scolded?"
"It’s not that... but I did something wrong..." Sun-woo muttered, his expression hesitant.
Pinch.
"You did. Your crime is being too damn charming."
Tang Seo-yoon pinched Sun-woo’s cheek as she spoke.
"Ow, ow, ow... that hurts."
"I’m pulling it so it will hurt."
Tang Seo-yoon wore a mischievous expression. "Who told you to be so charming and go around bewitching women everywhere?"
She glared at him with sharp, hawk-like eyes.
"........I'm sorry."
Squeeze!
"You’d better be... you playboy!"
She applied even more pressure to her fingers.
"Aaaaagh! Ow, ow, ow!"
A scream finally erupted from Sun-woo’s mouth.
After a while, Tang Seo-yoon slowly let go.
"Fine. I’ll forgive you with just this."
She spoke in a calm, composed tone.
"Just this?" Sun-woo asked, bewildered.
He had expected at least a slap to the face, but she was forgiving him with just a pinch? He couldn't help but feel suspicious.
"Why? Want me to pinch you more?" Tang Seo-yoon let a faint smile slip.
"No... it’s not that." Sun-woo hesitated. "Weren't you angry?"
"I was. But I don't want to scold you anymore." Tang Seo-yoon looked at him as if she had no choice.
"Why?"
"Because you're cute."
"Huh?"
"The way you stayed behind just to be scolded is cute, the way you’re agonizing over whether you’ll be in more trouble is cute, and your face is just cute."
Tang Seo-yoon looked Sun-woo straight in the eye as she spoke.
Pat, pat.
"How could I scold you more when you're this adorable?"
She reached out and gently caressed Sun-woo’s reddened cheeks.
"Just... for that reason?" Sun-woo asked, looking dumbfounded.
What on earth did she mean, 'because he was cute'?
"That’s part of it... and I also kind of expected things to turn out like this."
"Really?"
"I told you before. For some reason, you seem to have absurdly good luck with women. Beautiful women you’d be lucky to see once in a lifetime keep getting entangled with you one after another."
Tang Seo-yoon continued in a level voice.
"I tried to deny it at first, but now that it’s actually happened... I feel like it’s just inevitable."
".........."
"Joo So-yang and Kang Ha-yoon, who only ever had eyes for Lee Jae-won, fell for you. At this point, I think it’s the will of something irresistible."
She stroked him gently.
'Plot Armor!'
Hearing her words, Sun-woo immediately thought of something—the "Plot Armor" his master, the Yin-Yang Demon, had warned him about.
"So, don't feel too guilty."
She gave him a broad grin.
"Your reaction is quite different from the beginning," Sun-woo noted, remembering how she had flown into a rage when he first told her he had become a "dog."
"I was angry at first... but when I heard Senior Kang had fallen for you, it hit me. I realized that something transcendental is deeply involved here, rather than just your own will. Once I thought of it that way, I couldn't bring myself to just blame you."
"Thanks... for understanding."
Sun-woo looked at her, expressing his gratitude.
"What for? It’s only natural... you’re my other half, aren't you?"
Tang Seo-yoon smiled softly.
Meeting that smile, Sun-woo felt his heart throb. He felt it every time, but seeing a smile spread across her usually stiff face was always beautiful, and it even gave him a strange sense of accomplishment.
"Seo-yoon."
"Yes?"
"Do you... want to see the dog?"
"The dog?"
"Yeah. The dog in heat."
Sun-woo looked at her with a heated gaze.
"No."
Tang Seo-yoon’s refusal was firm.
"Why... that’s mean."
"Today is Sister Ryeong’s turn. I don't want to steal her spot."
".........I suppose that’s true."
Sun-woo nodded in agreement.
"Instead, show me the day after tomorrow... the part where you become a dog."
Tang Seo-yoon’s face flushed red as she spoke.
"......Don't worry. I'll show you what the ultimate dog among men looks like."
Sun-woo replied confidently.
Tang Seo-yoon smiled faintly at him. Even his nonsense seemed cute to her now.
Sun-woo smiled back. Seeing Tang Seo-yoon display her charms as an older sister—her consideration, her kind heart, and her vast understanding—made him feel inexplicably good.
'Thanks, Noona.'
A warm breeze began to blow deep within Sun-woo’s heart.
*
"Woof! Woof woof!"
Sun-woo began to run on all fours, barking like a dog.
"Giggle!"
Yorang burst into a delighted laugh and began to run away.
Thump, crash, bang!
The two of them immediately began to turn the office into a disaster zone. The furniture couldn't withstand the violent movements of these two monsters who had reached transcendental realms.
"Grrrr, woof!"
Sun-woo lunged forward and tackled Yorang from behind.
"Aaaah! I’m caught!"
Yorang let out an exaggerated scream and collapsed.
"Grrrrr!"
Sun-woo climbed on top of her and began to growl fiercely, just like a real dog.
Snap!
He opened his mouth wide and bit down on her fair, slender neck.
Wriggle, squirm.
Yorang began to twist her body violently as if she were in great distress.
"Aaaaagh!"
A scream escaped her lips—a scream filled not with playfulness, but with genuine intensity.
"Aaaaagh! It tickles! Hehehehe... Sun-woo! It tickles!"
Yorang began to thrash about, her screams dissolving into laughter. Her neck was so ticklish she couldn't stand it.
"Grrrr."
Sun-woo paid no mind to her reaction. With her neck still in his mouth, he simply rubbed his tongue and teeth against her skin.
"Hehehe... Hahahaha!"
Yorang finally lost it. She was so ticklish she couldn't hold back her laughter any longer.
"Woof, woof, woof!"
Only after she burst into laughter did Sun-woo pull his teeth away from her neck. He looked at her and barked vigorously, looking extremely satisfied.
Pat, pat.
"Hehe, good boy, you little rascal."
Yorang looked at Sun-woo and began to stroke his head as if he were the most precious thing in the world.
"Arf! Arf!"
Sun-woo let out a crisp, satisfied bark.
Creeeeeak.
Suddenly, the office door began to open. A noblewoman with a very fastidious impression appeared.
"What... are you doing right now?"
She spoke in a dazed voice, staring at Sun-woo, who was pinned on top of Yorang.
"Whoa, Jeok-hwa! Hi!"
Yorang recognized her and raised a hand in greeting.
"Lady... Geum. It’s been a while."
Sun-woo also turned his head slightly, speaking with an awkward expression.
"Lord Sun-woo... no matter how... urgent it was... how could you make such a mess..."
Geum Jeok-hwa looked at the trashed office with a look of utter disbelief.
"No... it’s a misunderstanding... Lady Geum..." Sun-woo said, flustered.
"What exactly is a misunderstanding?! The office is a wreck! Both of your clothes are disheveled! And above all, aren't you on top of Lady Yorang right now?!"
She began to state exactly what she saw. To her eyes, no matter how she looked at it, Sun-woo and Yorang appeared to be on the verge of having sex—and very violent sex at that. She felt an involuntary sense of embarrassment.
"This is... because I was being a dog..."
"You mean you were going to do it like a dog?!" Geum Jeok-hwa asked back, shocked.
".............."
Sun-woo felt a massive headache coming on. He had just been playing with Yorang by imitating a dog, but to Geum Jeok-hwa, it apparently looked like nothing but a sexual act.
'It’s your fault!'
Sun-woo glared at Yorang, who had asked him to play dog with her. He felt he had incurred a useless misunderstanding because of her.
"What are you looking at?" Yorang asked, looking puzzled.
"......Because you're cute." Sun-woo ground his teeth as he spoke.
"I know."
Yorang nodded. To her, being called cute was a simple statement of fact. She had already completed a perfectly objective self-assessment regarding her own cuteness. Objectively speaking, she was cute. Extremely so. Since it was such an obvious truth, it didn't really move her.
".........."
Sun-woo looked awkward at her nonchalant attitude. He felt a level of confidence that reminded him of when he first met Tang Seo-yoon.
'For a mere Yorang...'
Sun-woo suddenly felt a surge of playfulness. He felt the urge to tease her.
Grab.
Sun-woo grabbed Yorang’s plump, dumpling-like cheeks.
"Aww, look how cute you are."
He began to mush them around.
"Aaaah... it hurts!"
"It’s because you're cute. Because you're so cute."
Sun-woo ignored her and continued his prank.
Thud!
"Aaaaagh!"
A dull impact sounded, followed by Sun-woo’s cry of pain. Yorang had headbutted him.
"That hurts, you brat!" Sun-woo shouted, clutching his forehead.
"I told you it hurt first!" Yorang shouted back, refusing to back down.
"Who headbutts someone for that?!"
"I do! Why?!"
"You...!"
Sun-woo raised a fist to give her a noggin-knocker. But Yorang quickly dodged his fist, moving as fluidly as flowing water.
Chomp!
After dodging the fist, Yorang bit down hard on Sun-woo’s arm.
"Aaaaaagh!"
Sun-woo screamed. He could feel her teeth sinking into his skin.
"It hurts! It hurts! I said it hurts!"
Sun-woo shouted, trying to push Yorang’s head away. As expected of a spiritual being, even just having her teeth sink in caused considerable pain.
Yorang ignored Sun-woo’s shouts and bit down even harder, as if seeking revenge for all the times she had been hit before. The scuffle between the two began to drag on.
After a while of bickering, the two seemed to have calmed down, standing a certain distance apart.
Huff... huff... huff.
Yorang breathed heavily, her hair a disheveled mess, looking like she still hadn't let go of her anger.
"Dammit... I’m bleeding... ugh."
Sun-woo grumbled as he saw blood flowing from the bite mark. He was worried it might leave a scar.
"Are you... calm now?"
Geum Jeok-hwa, who had been watching the scene, spoke with a hesitant expression. She felt a bit guilty. She wondered if her unnecessary comments had caused a fight between the two who had been playing so well.
"No. I don't think I’ll be satisfied until I give her a good smack."
Sun-woo spoke as he balled his hand into a fist. Being the only one who got hurt made his blood boil.
"Want to get bitten again?"
Yorang glared at Sun-woo, her face full of rage.
Vroooooom.
Fighting spirit began to shimmer around the two of them. It seemed their competitive nature had caused their Qi to leak out unconsciously.
"Wait a moment!"
Seeing this, Geum Jeok-hwa shouted urgently. She felt she had to stop them.
"If it’s not urgent, please wait a moment. This will be over soon."
"Stay out of this, Jeok-hwa! This office is about to turn into a battlefield of blood and flesh!"
Yorang spat out ominous words with a calm face.
"It is urgent!" Geum Jeok-hwa screamed.
"Urgent?"
"Huh?"
The man and the spiritual being both turned to look at her, looking puzzled.
"A letter arrived from the Cheonmu Alliance!"
Seeing their attention focused on her, she pulled two letters from her robe and showed them.
"For whom?" Sun-woo asked, tilting his head.
"The Cheonmu Alliance Leader and Madam Tang sent them."
"Can't you just give them to Seo-yoon?" Sun-woo looked confused.
"I’ve already been to her. She told me to bring them to Lord Sun-woo immediately."
"Seo-yoon did?"
Sun-woo’s expression turned curious as he slowly reached out.
Snatch.
Geum Jeok-hwa handed the two letters into his large hand.
"Hmm."
Flip.
Sun-woo took the letters, opened one, and began to read through it. He read at an incredible speed.
After a few moments...
"Ha."
A hollow laugh escaped his lips. The letter contained something utterly absurd.
'They want me to assassinate myself?'
He couldn't help but laugh.