Chapter 547: It's Summer, So He Won't Freeze to Death, Right?
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 547: It's Summer, So He Won't Freeze to Death, Right?
"Wha-what?!"
Lee So-ran stammered, her face a mask of utter bewilderment.
She was simply too stunned to process what was happening. To suddenly use Acupoint Striking on Lee Hwa-young and then tell her to take over—what on earth was he talking about?
"Give her a thrashing. Aren't you furious?"
Sun-woo continued calmly, looking at the flustered Lee So-ran.
"Why... why me...?"
"If I were to step in, it would become a serious political issue. It would be seen as me attacking a candidate in the succession competition. Therefore, I would like you to do it in my stead, Lady So-ran."
Sun-woo spoke, his eyes fixed on her with a steady gaze.
"But... won't it still be a problem if I do it?" she asked, her expression clouded with worry.
"You will be fine. Aren't you Lady Hwa-young's biological sister? It's perfectly natural for sisters to have a bit of a scuffle now and then," Sun-woo replied nonchalantly.
"............"
Lee So-ran continued to hesitate. She seemed to have a deep-seated aversion to attacking someone who was immobilized by Acupoint Striking.
"My Lady, have you already forgotten the humiliation from earlier? Madam Hwangbo herself was insulted. Your mother, who endured countless indignities and hardships for your sake, was mocked. Why do you hesitate?"
"........Did you hear everything?"
Lee So-ran’s eyes widened as she looked at him. She had assumed he had rushed out after hearing her crying, but it seemed he had been watching them for some time.
"That isn't what's important right now! Your mother was insulted! Madam Hwangbo, who scrimped and saved the dignity maintenance fees and faction subsidies provided by the Alliance to support you and your declining maternal family, was insulted! How can you just stand there and take it? You should raise your hand and slap that woman's face this instant!"
Sun-woo began to pour oil on the dying embers of Lee So-ran's rage. He was determined to make her slap Lee Hwa-young, no matter what.
"............You're right..... They... they insulted my mother... They said she was a woman who deserved no respect!"
Perhaps Sun-woo's persuasion had hit the mark. Soon, Lee So-ran’s eyes flashed with a murderous glint as she let out a cry. Her anger flared at the fact that Lee Hwa-young and Moyong Sang had insulted not only her, but her mother and her family as well.
She couldn't forgive them. She absolutely could not let this slide.
"Now then, what should Lady So-ran do?"
"I have to get revenge!" she shouted, her eyes burning with fury.
"Then go ahead, realize your revenge! Find peace and refreshment for your soul!" Sun-woo urged her on.
"You bitch!"
Smack!
Lee So-ran spat out the curse and slapped Lee Hwa-young across the face. With a crisp, meaty sound, Lee Hwa-young's head snapped to the side.
"Ah.... Aaaaah..."
Watching this, Lee So-ran began to feel an overwhelming sense of catharsis.
It... feels so good.
It was refreshing. So refreshing that even the air she breathed felt cool and crisp. She had always lived under Lee Hwa-young's thumb, being looked down upon. Every time she was insulted, she had just smiled like a fool and let it go, simply because she didn't want to cause trouble.
But that foolish compliance had only intensified the bullying and caused her more pain. Today, however, that long-standing grudge was being swept away. Just the fact that she had struck that arrogant face was enough.
She stole a glance at Lee Hwa-young. The cheek that had been struck was already beginning to swell. Seeing that, an inexplicable sense of fulfillment began to swell within Lee So-ran’s chest.
And then, a powerful impulse took hold of her. She wanted to hit her more. She wanted to make her suffer more. She wanted to hurt her more.
You deserve this, you bitch!
Lee So-ran’s eyes sharpened, and she raised her hand toward Lee Hwa-young once again. She intended to make the other cheek match.
Grab.
However, her plan didn't go as expected. Sun-woo had caught her hand.
"One slap to the face is enough."
"Why?"
"Even if it's a sisterly spat, causing visible injuries in a prominent place could lead to nasty rumors," Sun-woo explained in a level tone.
"But..... I... I haven't had enough yet..." Lee So-ran pleaded, her face falling.
It had only been one hit. That was all the damage she had managed to inflict. It wasn't nearly enough to resolve the resentment she had built up over the years.
"Why not strike her somewhere other than the face?"
"Where?" she asked curiously.
"Hmm...... Ideally, somewhere with a lot of fat. If there's a lot of fat, the chance of serious injury is lower."
"Is it bad if she gets injured?"
"If she's injured, you can't hit her as much, can you?" Sun-woo replied with a smirk.
"Ah..... I see!"
Lee So-ran looked impressed. She hadn't thought that far ahead.
Glance, glance.
Lee So-ran began to scan Lee Hwa-young's body, searching for the areas with the most fat. Soon, she settled on her targets.
It was her breasts and her buttocks. Despite her young age, Lee Hwa-young boasted considerable size in both areas. Surely, even if she struck them repeatedly, they wouldn't be easily wounded.
"Haah... haah... haah..."
Breathing heavily, Lee So-ran slowly raised her hand.
Whoosh.
She swung hard, aiming straight for the chest.
Smack!
The meaty sound of the impact echoed through the air.
Haaah... this is great...
Hearing that satisfying sound, Lee So-ran wore a look of pure bliss. The thought that she was finally dominating the insufferable Lee Hwa-young filled her with happiness.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
She began to pummel Lee Hwa-young's breasts relentlessly.
"You bitch! You mean, horrible bitch! You're not even human!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
Lee Hwa-young's large breasts bounced wildly under the onslaught of Lee So-ran's palms. The dynamic movement was the result of her striking both sides alternately. Lee So-ran wore a bright smile as she toyed with her sister's chest.
Jang! Seon! Woo!!!
Lee Hwa-young, forced to endure the assault on her breasts, wept bitter tears and vowed revenge against Sun-woo. Her rage toward the man who had put her in this humiliating position was reaching a boiling point.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
The sounds of the strikes grew even meatier.
Jiggle! Jiggle! Jiggle!
The dynamic shaking of her chest became even more violent.
Fwip.
Suddenly, the front of her robe fell open, exposing Lee Hwa-young's bare breasts. Her large chest, along with her pink areolas and nipples, were revealed to the world. It seemed the constant striking had undone her clothes.
'Oh, pink nipples!'
Sun-woo marveled internally at the sight. The pink areolas looked quite appetizing.
Flush!
Meanwhile, Lee Hwa-young's face turned a deep crimson. An indescribable sense of shame and embarrassment washed over her.
Stop.
The sensation of the palms striking her chest suddenly vanished. Lee So-ran had stopped.
"................."
Lee So-ran looked at Sun-woo with a panicked expression, silently asking what she should do.
"What are you looking at? Hurry up and fix her clothes."
Sun-woo spoke in a calm tone.
"Ah... yes!"
Lee So-ran hurriedly began to pull Lee Hwa-young's robe back together, carefully tucking the exposed breasts back inside.
There!
Lee So-ran felt a sense of triumph. She felt she had done a good job of covering her up.
"She's all dressed! What now?"
"How do you feel?" Sun-woo asked, looking at her.
"I think I've let out most of it," she replied with a slight nod.
"Then let's call it a day. I'm sure Lady Hwa-young has had plenty of time to reflect on her actions."
Sun-woo spoke calmly.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
He then casually released Lee Hwa-young's Pressure Points.
"Jang Sun-woo!!! Lee So-ran!!!"
As soon as she could move, Lee Hwa-young glared at them and screamed.
"I'll kill you! I'll kill you both!"
Her eyes were filled with an unspeakable rage. It seemed the humiliation of having her breasts beaten by Lee So-ran was more than she could bear.
"And how do you plan to do that? Aren't you weak, My Lady?" Sun-woo mocked her.
"I'm going to report everything! Everything to the Alliance! I'll report both of you!" Lee Hwa-young screamed, her face trembling with fury.
"Do you think they'll believe you?" Sun-woo asked with a playful expression.
"Wha... what?!"
"There's no evidence, is there? No proof that we struck you."
"What are you talking about? You hit my breasts until they were beet red!"
"Are you planning to expose your breasts in public to prove it?"
"............"
She fell silent. As wronged as she felt, she couldn't bring herself to expose her chest to the world.
"In that case, who exactly are you going to report?"
"Uncle Moyong Sang will testify!"
"Who would accept the testimony of someone from the same faction?" Sun-woo asked, looking amused.
Unlike the modern world, it was incredibly difficult to find evidence in the Murim. One had to rely solely on statements and physical proof to catch a culprit. This made manipulation easy. To put it bluntly, one just had to be stubborn enough.
"Grrr!"
Lee Hwa-young grimaced, her anger boiling over. she realized that he wasn't wrong.
"My Lady, think about this objectively. Haven't you always bullied Lady So-ran? Lady So-ran’s personality is such that she let it slide, but I'm sure people know. They know that Lady So-ran is the weaker party here."
"So what!"
"Human psychology is quite interesting. In a competitive situation, when people realize someone is the underdog, they don't despise them; they feel sympathy and even cheer for them. They take the side of the weak and defend them."
Sun-woo continued in a level voice.
"Now, here's a question for you. Who do you think people will believe?"
".............."
"Will it be you, who constantly bullies Lady So-ran and flaunts your superiority and strength? Or will it be the infinitely fragile Lady So-ran, who quietly endures your bullying every time?"
".......My faction members..... they'll believe me..."
"I have plenty of faction members on my side as well."
Sun-woo chuckled as he spoke.
"And significantly more than you, I might add. If a dispute arises between you and me, all the faction members, including Lady Ye-seol, will take my side. And the same goes for Lady So-ran’s faction. That's just how politics works."
Sun-woo wore a mischievous expression.
"Wha... what about the other factions...?"
"They'll take our side too. It's much less risky and more efficient to pressure your faction than to confront two allied forces."
Grit.
Confronted with his playful attitude, Lee Hwa-young ground her teeth. She realized that this was a fight she was destined to lose.
"Now then, what will you do? Do you want to have a real fight with us? Politically speaking, that is."
"..........."
Lee Hwa-young couldn't say a word. She was so frustrated that she couldn't even open her mouth.
"....I'll pass."
Eventually, she spoke. She realized that if she didn't settle this now, she would surely face disaster.
"An excellent decision."
A small smile played on Sun-woo's lips.
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
He finished releasing her Acupoints.
"You may go now. I'll let you off the hook for today."
Sun-woo smiled at the now-mobile Lee Hwa-young.
"Grit........ I'll remember this day..."
She glared at Sun-woo with murderous eyes.
"Life is too short to remember only the bad things. Wouldn't it be better to just forget?"
"No, I will definitely repay this grudge. Otherwise, the reputation of a descendant of a prestigious family would be disgraced."
She spat out the thorny words at Sun-woo.
"I'll forget it without a second thought. I tend not to keep useless things around for long."
Grit, grit.
Lee Hwa-young ground her teeth again. His mocking attitude made her blood boil.
Just you wait...... Jang Sun-woo!
She thought to herself. She would repay this grudge a hundred, no, a thousand times over.
Swish.
She turned her back on them and began to walk away quickly, without looking back. Sun-woo just watched her retreating figure.
"Wait! Aren't you going to take your uncle with you?"
He suddenly shouted, remembering that she was leaving Moyong Sang behind, still face-down in the dirt. But by the time Sun-woo shouted, she had already disappeared into the distance.
"Good grief."
Sun-woo let out a hollow laugh. He was stunned by her selfishness, even as she left. To abandon her uncle, who had stepped up to defend her and ended up face-down in the dirt—what kind of upbringing had she received?
Tsk, tsk. Poor fellow.
Sun-woo clicked his tongue as he looked at Moyong Sang, who was still pathetically stuck in the ground. He had stepped up gallantly for his niece, only to be abandoned and left behind. How could he not click his tongue?
"My Lady, let's head back inside as well."
Having finished clicking his tongue, Sun-woo turned to Lee So-ran.
"What about... Great Hero Yuri-geom...?" she asked, pointing at Moyong Sang.
"It's summer, so he won't freeze to death, right?"
Sun-woo replied nonchalantly and began to walk toward his quarters. Lee So-ran watched his back for a moment before following him. He was right; it didn't seem like he would freeze to death.
And so, only Moyong Sang remained, pathetically face-down in the dirt in front of Sun-woo's residence.