Just Bring Your Body Inside!
"Just bring your body inside!"
I had only called her out because I sensed Yeon Wol stirring awake, intending to explain what lay ahead. But...
"Master, I'm sorry! I was wrong! I must've lost my mind yesterday! I swear I won't do it again... From now on, I'll do my absolute best to hold back! So please, please don't abandon me!"
Yeon Wol burst through the door with a bang and immediately dropped into a deep bow, apologizing profusely.
"Uh..."
It was heartening that she knew she'd wronged me yesterday, but her condition was too pitiful to simply accept it with joy. Her whole body trembled violently, and the glimpse of her face when the door opened was deathly pale.
Come to think of it, I hadn't told her yesterday that I absolutely wouldn't abandon her. The moment I'd tried, my cock had reached its limit and creampied inside her, causing her to pass out before she could even hear me.
That misunderstanding from last night had lingered until now.
"Disciple, stand up first."
"Ugh..."
At my words, Yeon Wol lifted only her head while remaining in her bowing position, gazing up at me. The instant our eyes met, her lips quivered, and she bit her lower lip.
"Sniff... M-Master... I-I usually hold back so well... Hic! B-But yesterday, suddenly, my reason just snapped... Hweeng, don't abandon meee..."
With tears welling in her eyes, she began to sob and plead desperately. She looked ready to wail at any second.
I knelt on one knee beside her, rolled up my robe sleeve, and gently wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Don't cry. I won't abandon you, my disciple. I told you last night, didn't I? No matter what happens, I'm on your side."
"Hweeng... Master... B-But, but..."
"But what? Don't you trust my words?"
"It's not that... Hic, when you called me earlier... Your tone was so stiff, not like usual... Hic! You always called me so warmly... Hweeng. It sounded like you'd lost all affection for meee..."
"...Huh."
To think she'd cry this hard just because my tone had been stiff when I called her. Yesterday she'd been insisting she was a grown adult now, but Yeon Wol was still just a child. What did turning twenty even matter if a single change in tone reduced her to tears?
Of course, I had used a more formal, rigid tone than usual when summoning her moments ago.
"My affection hasn't faded, you fool. How could I lose affection for such a cute, kind... Hm. Scratch 'kind'—you weren't kind yesterday. You admit that, right?"
"Hic! Y-Yes..."
"Anyway, how could I abandon a precious disciple as cute, beautiful, and brimming with talent as you? The reason my tone was stiff just now... it wasn't your fault. It was mine."
"Master, your fault...?"
It was because the weight of having to relay my decision from last night was crushing me. Already nursing internal injuries, the psychological pressure had my stomach in knots—it was utter agony.
With both body and mind at their most vulnerable, an unintended unease had seeped into my voice before I could control it.
"I have something to tell you now, but it was so hard to bring up that I grew distraught. My unresolved emotions leaked into my tone. So this is due to my own immature cultivation... Dis-Disciple!?"
"Ugh, hweeeing..."
"Why are you crying again? I said it wasn't your fault..."
"But, but! If it's so hard to say to me... Ugh! It can't be good news..."
I wanted to reassure her it wasn't bad, but she was right—it absolutely wasn't good news.
"Uh..."
"It's true, isn't it... Hwaaaang!"
"L-Listen and judge for yourself! It might not be good for me, but... it could be good for you..."
"...Hic, sniff. O-Okay. I'll listen... and then cry."
"..."
Was there no stopping the tears entirely?
"Sigh. Well... what I was trying to say was..."
I let out a small sigh as I looked at Yeon Wol, who still seemed far from mature, then forced the words out while meeting her gaze.
"Last night, I sensed magic from you."
"...Pardon? M-M-Magic? You sensed magic from me? You're joking, right...?"
"..."
"...It's real?"
Yeon Wol's eyes widened in shock at my words. Her reaction suggested she had no idea she harbored magic.
I'd expected as much, but this confirmed it. The magic inside her wasn't from external interference—it was inevitable, something that had awakened within her at some point.
"Yes. Last night, when you impulsively pounced on me and committed Gisamyeoljo, it was probably the magic's influence. Those enthralled by its demonic nature cast aside morality and ethics, thinking only of fulfilling their desires."
Last night, Yeon Wol had treated ravishing me with Gisamyeoljo as her life's sole purpose, utterly shameless about it.
"Th-That... I did lose my head and do those things to you last night, but... isn't sensing magic from me a bit of a stretch...?"
Her face drained of color as cold sweat beaded on her brow, and she weakly protested.
But I couldn't blame her for rejecting it outright. Harboring magic in one's dantian meant being a demon—one targeted for extermination by all of murim.
"It's no exaggeration. Disciple, you have magic in your dantian. You're lucid now, but who knows when the demonic nature might seize you and turn you into a full demon."
Even so, I had to speak the truth. Denying reality offered no solution.
"N-No! I won't become a demon! Master, it's me—Yeon Wol! The Yeon Wol you cherish! How could you say such a thing...?"
"When the demonic nature took hold last night, do you have confidence you could control your body and mind?"
"Ugh..."
"Yesterday, when you pounced on me—did the thought 'I shouldn't do this' even cross your mind?"
"..."
With each question from my lips, Yeon Wol shrank further.
"That's the nature of magic's demonic influence. It amplifies the desires hidden in your heart to the extreme, making rational thought impossible. Yeon Wol, as your master, I guarantee it: you cannot control this magic."
To my disciple, who couldn't answer, I finally voiced what I'd been aching to say.
There were ways for an individual to resist the demonic nature, but for Yeon Wol now, it was impossible. My lovable disciple had always been too weak to desire from the start.
"...Is this the part that might be good for me? That I'm a demon who can't control her magic, liable to rampage at any moment? That's supposed to be good news, Master...?"
Her lips, sealed shut moments ago, parted slowly. The eyes gazing at me brimmed with sorrow—far deeper than the tearful pleas from before.
Indeed, what I'd told her was enough to sadden anyone. To learn overnight that she was a demon who might lose control, with the whole world as her enemy—who wouldn't grieve?
"No, that's not it, disciple. The part you might like comes now. Everything I've said so far... was just an excuse to pave the way for what's next."
But the words she'd like hadn't even begun. All my prattling until now had been mere preamble.
"...An excuse?"
"Dragging it out is mentally exhausting now, so I'll just say it."
To Yeon Wol, who tilted her head, I forced the words out.
"There is one way to suppress magic's demonic nature. Something I, your master, can do—and I intend to. All that's left is your consent. Of course, as your master, I won't stand by and watch you fall to demonhood, so even without it, I'd force the issue. But hear me out first and respond..."
I could just blurt it, but the words stuck in my throat.
"Do it!"
Because of that, useless words spilled out instead—until Yeon Wol's bold cry cut me off.
"H-Huh?"
"I want to remain human, Master. I want to stay by your side as a human. Seeing how hard this is for you to say, I know whatever this method is, it'll be incredibly tough for both of us. But... I'll do it. As long as I can walk with you, Master, any thorny path will be like a flower garden."
She met my eyes with resolute determination, vowing to walk that path with me.
Her words—that even thorns would bloom into flowers with me—stirred my heart, but knowing what I had to say next left me only embarrassed.
"Tell me now. What is this method, Master?"
Yeon Wol pressed, her voice laced with tension, eyes still firm.
The moment had come. Facing those purely shining red eyes, I wasn't thick-skinned enough to spit it out directly, so I averted my gaze slightly and answered.
"W-We... have to share our pure essences."
"...?"
"I... have to... creampie you. Like yesterday..."
"..."
After I flushed crimson with self-loathing and shame, barely managing the words, Yeon Wol stayed silent for a long moment before her lips trembled faintly.
"Ahh! I suddenly feel the magic surging, Master! We need that treatment right now, don't we?! Good thing I didn't tidy the bedding before rushing out—just bring your body inside!"