Chapter 635: No Personal Feelings Involved
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 635: No Personal Feelings Involved
Stroke, stroke.
Sun-woo slowly ran his hand through Tang Seo-yoon’s soft hair. The sensation of her ebony-fine strands felt exquisite against his palm.
"Mmm..."
Perhaps feeling his touch, Tang Seo-yoon began to stir, shifting her body slightly. Sun-woo pulled her into a gentle embrace.
Squeeze.
"Sleep more. It’s still early."
He looked down at her in his arms as he spoke.
"......No.."
Tang Seo-yoon replied, her voice thick with sleep. She couldn't. As the acting Clan Head, she had a mountain of work to attend to. If she stayed asleep like this, the tasks would surely pile up until they were insurmountable.
Slide.
She slowly pushed herself up. As she did, her beautiful, naked form was revealed to the world.
"Are you really going?" Sun-woo asked, watching her sit up.
".....I have to," Tang Seo-yoon replied with a slow nod.
"Don't gooooo~"
Grab.
Sun-woo snatched her wrist and began to cling to her.
"Let go."
Tang Seo-yoon tried to shake his arm off.
"Let's sleep a little longer~" Sun-woo persisted, gripping her arm even more tenaciously.
"If I don't go now, the work will just keep piling up."
"Is work more important than me?" Sun-woo asked, looking at her with a disappointed gaze.
"Are you going to do it for me, then?" Tang Seo-yoon shot back, glaring at him with sharp eyes.
Slip.
Upon hearing her words, Sun-woo released her arm without a moment's hesitation. As much as he wanted to spend more time with her, he had absolutely no desire to do her work for her.
"You piece of trash."
Tang Seo-yoon glared at him with utter contempt. She stood up completely and began to gather her clothes scattered across the floor. She stepped into her undergarments, pulling them up over her smooth legs.
Tighten.
Next, she wrapped her skirt around her waist and tied the knot. After donning her top, she slid her arms into the sleeves and fastened it shut. In an instant, her beautiful body was completely hidden from view.
"Keep sleeping," she said, looking down at Sun-woo, who was still lounging on the bed.
"Have a good day~" Sun-woo waved his hand slightly as he saw her off.
Creeeeeak.
Tang Seo-yoon shook her head, turned around, and headed outside. Sun-woo simply watched her back until she had completely left the room.
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Roll, roll.
After Tang Seo-yoon left, Sun-woo began to roll around idly on the bed. He intended to fully enjoy being lazy in his own home for the first time in a long while.
Thump, thump, thump, thump!
Suddenly, someone began to pound violently on the door.
"Sun-woo-yaaaa!!! Wake up!!!"
At the same time, a familiar voice rang in his ears.
"Yorang?"
"I'm coming in! I'm coming in, okay?!"
Bang!
Without waiting, Yorang threw the door open and burst into the room.
"Are you just asking and answering yourself now?" Sun-woo asked, looking bewildered. What was the point of asking for permission like that?
"Sun-woo-yaaa!"
Ignoring his comment, Yorang lunged straight for the bed.
Nuzzle, nuzzle.
She crawled into his arms and began to rub her head against him.
Stroke, stroke.
"What brings you here so early in the morning?" Sun-woo asked, gently stroking her hair.
"I came because I missed you!" Yorang replied with a bright smile, then resumed nuzzling his chest. This was Yorang’s way of showing affection to her beloved male.
Grin.
Sun-woo let out a deep smile. He didn't mind Yorang’s blunt honesty at all.
"Did you miss me that much?"
"Uh-huh! Totally! A lot! A whole lot!"
Yorang looked up at him with sparkling eyes. Her clear, bright gaze was filled with sincerity.
"Me too."
Smooch.
Sun-woo kissed her smooth forehead.
"Hehehehe..."
Delighted by the kiss, Yorang let out a happy giggle.
"But Yorang."
"Whaaat?" Yorang tilted her head and asked back.
"Is it okay for you to be here right now?" Sun-woo asked, looking curious.
"Is there a problem?"
"Aren't you the Head of the Jaegyeong Pavilion?"
"I am."
"Isn't today a busy day?"
Sun-woo tilted his head. Even though he was essentially a figurehead, he had a rough idea of how the Tang Clan operated. He was well aware that the Jaegyeong Pavilion was swamped at the end of the month.
"............"
Hearing his words, Yorang clamped her mouth shut. Her gaze slowly drifted downward.
"......I'm... n-not... busy.." she stammered, a cold sweat breaking out.
"Are you saying the month-end settlement is already finished?" Sun-woo asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
"......O-Of course it is!" Yorang replied, her voice trembling.
"Something’s fishy."
His suspicion deepened. Her answer was far too unnatural compared to her usual self.
"It's true!" Yorang denied vehemently. "More importantly, Sun-woo, let's mate! Mating!"
Yorang quickly changed the subject. She clearly didn't want to talk about the Jaegyeong Pavilion.
"Mating?"
"Yes! Mating! I want to do it with you right now!" Yorang nodded vigorously.
"This early in the morning?"
"The time doesn't matter!"
"Hmm......... I kind of want to rest, though."
Sun-woo played hard to get, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. He felt like teasing her.
"No! I've been holding back for months! If we wait any longer, spiderwebs are going to start growing!"
Yorang raised her voice and shouted passionately. She seemed genuinely hurt by his rejection.
"Where on earth did you learn a phrase like 'spiderwebs are going to grow'?"
"Sohwa taught me!"
".........."
Sun-woo was left speechless. The source of the phrase was someone he never would have expected.
What the hell are you teaching the kid?!
Sun-woo’s face flushed with absurdity. What kind of things were they teaching an innocent girl who knew nothing?
"Since you're a fox... wouldn't a few spiderwebs be fine?"
"It was a metaphor! Are you stupid?" Yorang looked at him as if he were the one being ridiculous.
".........I was just joking."
Sun-woo felt awkward. It was embarrassing to have his joke met with such a deadpan, serious reaction.
"That wasn't a funny joke... Sun-woo."
Yorang spoke with a straight face.
"I'm not playing with you anymore."
Sun-woo huffed and turned his head away, acting pouted.
"Are you mad?" Yorang asked, watching him with amusement.
"I'm not mad," Sun-woo said in a flat tone.
"Liar. You look mad."
Poke, poke, poke.
Yorang began to poke Sun-woo’s cheek with her finger.
"I said I'm not."
Sun-woo brushed her finger away from his cheek.
"Liar, liar, liar!"
Poke, poke, poke, poke.
Yorang became even more persistent, poking his cheek to tease him. She seemed to find his reaction entertaining.
Pinch.
Sun-woo reached down and pinched Yorang’s soft, white, mochi-like cheeks.
Streeeeetch.
He pulled them outward in both directions.
"Hgyagyagyagya!"
A scream erupted from Yorang’s mouth. The pain in her stretched cheeks was quite significant.
"You want to die?"
"It hurth (It hurts)!"
Yorang’s eyes welled up with tears as she cried out in pain. The stinging in her cheeks had triggered her tear ducts.
Pinch.
Yorang raised her hands and grabbed both of Sun-woo’s cheeks in return.
Streeeeetch.
She pulled them wide, refusing to lose.
"Aaaah... Aaaaah!"
Now it was Sun-woo’s turn to scream. Yorang’s fingers were applying a lot of pressure.
"Let go of thith (Let go of this)!" Sun-woo glared at her with fierce eyes.
"You let go firtht (You let go first)!"
Yorang glared back, determined not to back down. The man and the spiritual being remained locked in a stalemate, a battle of wills while stretching each other's cheeks.
After some time had passed...
Knock, knock, knock.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Who ith it? (Who is it?)" Sun-woo raised his voice, his eyes fixed on the door.
"Sun-woo-nim, it's me, Geum Jeok-hwa."
The voice of Geum Jeok-hwa drifted in from outside.
"Eek!"
Upon hearing that voice, Yorang hurriedly let go of Sun-woo’s cheeks. She pressed a finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet.
Look at this girl.
A thick smile spread across Sun-woo’s face. He could see right through the little troublemaker’s intentions.
Sun-woo released Yorang’s soft cheeks. Immediately, Yorang scrambled off the bed and crawled underneath it, desperate to avoid being caught.
"Come in," Sun-woo called out.
Creeeeeak.
The hinges groaned as the door opened, and Geum Jeok-hwa stepped into the room.
"Greetings, Sun-woo-nim."
Geum Jeok-hwa bowed politely.
"Welcome, Lady Geum. What brings you here?" Sun-woo asked calmly.
"I came to see if Lady Yorang was here."
"Yorang?"
"Yes... she has disappeared again."
Geum Jeok-hwa frowned slightly. Her eyes flickered with the frustration of dealing with Yorang’s latest escape.
"Is there something urgent?" Sun-woo asked, feigning curiosity.
"Yes, the month-end settlement hasn't been finalized yet... Lady Yorang’s presence is absolutely necessary."
Geum Jeok-hwa looked at Sun-woo with a desperate expression.
"........I see."
Sun-woo nodded as if in understanding. It seemed her claim that the settlement was finished had been a lie.
You little minx, seriously.
Sun-woo let out a short laugh. He realized Yorang was becoming more human than actual humans. The once innocent spiritual being, who knew nothing of the world, had become quite crafty.
Just like a real human.
She sure learns the bad things fast, Sun-woo thought.
He decided it was time to teach Yorang a proper lesson. If she made a habit of lying like this, she would eventually lose everyone's trust. No one would believe a word she said, just like the boy who cried wolf.
As a man who loved Yorang, he couldn't let that happen. Just as he loved and cherished her, he wanted others to love and cherish her as well.
This isn't right.
Therefore, Sun-woo decided to give her a lesson on why she shouldn't lie.
"But what should we do? Unfortunately, Yorang hasn't been here."
Sun-woo slowly shook his head, wearing a look of deep regret.
"..........Is that so.."
Geum Jeok-hwa’s disappointment was palpable. It seemed her search of Sun-woo’s room was another dead end.
"Then, do you have any idea where she might be?" Geum Jeok-hwa asked again.
"Hmm... let me see..."
Sun-woo trailed off, looking deep in thought. Then, he slowly raised his index finger. He pointed it straight down toward the floor.
As if indicating something.
"Huh?"
Geum Jeok-hwa tilted her head, confused by his gesture. She wondered what Sun-woo’s action meant.
Under... the bed?
She slowly lowered her gaze to where Sun-woo was pointing. Underneath the bed.
"Ah!"
And there she found her. Yorang, holding her breath with her hands over her mouth.
"Lady Yorang!"
Geum Jeok-hwa shouted as soon as she spotted her. Her voice was thick with anger and irritation.
"Eek!"
Yorang jumped, startled by the shout. She clearly hadn't expected to be found.
"Just where do you think you're hiding?!"
With a deep scowl, Geum Jeok-hwa rushed to the bed, bent down, and began to drag Yorang out.
"I... I'm not going!"
Yorang tried to resist. She wanted to mate with Sun-woo. She didn't want to leave like this.
"Do you have any idea how hard the members of the Jaegyeong Pavilion are working right now?! Come with me this instant!"
But Yorang’s resistance crumbled before Geum Jeok-hwa’s furious tone. Having run away two days in a row, she didn't even have the standing to make an excuse, let alone resist.
"Waaaaah!! I don't wanna!!"
Drag, drag.
Yorang was dragged away, wearing a miserable expression.
Wave, wave.
Sun-woo watched her with a beaming face, slowly waving his hand. As if to say, "Goodbye."
"Yoooou! Yoooou! Youuuuuuu!"
Yorang fumed as she saw him. She was certain that the damn bastard had ratted her out.
"Youuuuuuuu...!"
Slam!
But before she could vent her rage, she was dragged out the door.
"Lying gets you punished, Yorang."
Sun-woo spoke to the closed door.
He had no personal feelings involved. It was simply a necessary step to lead her onto the right path.