36. Undressing Cheon Hwa-ryeong
36. Undressing Cheon Hwa-ryeong
Inside a certain mansion, a girl is running down a clean corridor adorned with splendid decorations.
Her face flushed bright red, eyes sparkling wide— a girl who looks utterly out of her mind.
Pink hair fluttering, the girl stops in front of a door, flings it open violently, and makes a huge fuss.
-ddeolkeong! kwang!
"Ssab-u! Ssa-bu-nim!!!"
The woman elegantly sipping tea while seated on a luxurious chair turns to look at her tomboy disciple.
"Riner, have you become a woman without any seriousness... If only you swapped personalities with Ethan, you'd be perfect..."
"Me! Me! I want something! If you just give me that, I'll really work hard from now on!"
The woman sighs midway through, as if this isn't the first or second time.
Seeing her long-raised disciple's eyes gleaming, it's no ordinary matter.
A disciple with those eyes always got what she wanted, no matter what.
Regardless of the surroundings.
Thinking she needs to redirect her disciple's mind before another big incident, the woman decides.
"First, catch your breath slowly..."
"Sip! Hoo..."
"Sit there..."
"I want Jang Ryu-o so bad!"
"...Haa. Crazy bitch."
The kid's skills aren't bad, but how did it come to this...
The woman sets down her tea on the table and pinches her brow.
"More importantly... Did you complete your first mission properly? What about the Gongnyeo."
Riner starts her mission report with a bright, innocent smile.
"It failed! I met Jang Ryu-o there, but..."
The woman's expression goes blank, her lips trembling.
"What? You call that a failure? How? Did the Knight Commander notice? What nonsense is this..."
"Jang Ryu-o killed the Orc Hero!"
The loser of the conversation is the woman with deep furrows in her brow.
Judging that conversation can't proceed without talking about Jang Ryu-o.
The woman restrains the urge to smack her crazy disciple's head and waves her hand.
-uuung!
As the woman swings her hand, magic lifts Riner up and seats her properly.
Hot water fills the teapot on its own and pours a cup of tea.
Riner sips the tea now in her hand deliciously and speaks.
"You know? It happened on the 5th floor..."
The woman summarizes her disciple's rambling after listening for a while.
A scene where others would admire her impressive comprehension skills.
The woman forgets her tea in shock, her lips gaping open.
"What? Shot into the sky? Teleported? A chick heading to the 10th floor?"
"Yeah! It was so~ beau~ti~ful! He kicked off the sky to accelerate, like a male god descending to smite evil..."
The woman rests her chin on her hand, lost in thought.
She'd invested quite a lot of resources to handle him cleanly, but this guy overcame it...
On top of that, he teleported and has killer swordsmanship too.
If she pulls him to her side and raises him, he could become a massive asset down the line, she muses.
But the problem is...
"Arin's husband?"
Riner, unfazed even hearing Arin's name, chirps brightly.
"Yeah! Or disciple? But if it were me, I'd take him as a husband! That guy's seriously cool!"
The woman, pondering if he's worth clashing with Arin, stands up from her seat.
She stomps her foot once...
-kung! deudeudeudeudeudeu
The mansion floor cracks open, revealing long stairs beneath.
"Ha... Gather the kids. Let's talk inside first."
"Yeah!"
Riner taps the Death Knight's armor on the stairs and follows the woman down.
Into endless darkness.
As consciousness returns, no post-battle agony surges through my body...
On the contrary, I feel a bit healthier.
So my eyes should open naturally, but for some reason, they won't budge.
Feels like something glued my eyelids shut?
"What...?"
"You're awake."
Forgetting about the stuck eyelids, I jolt in surprise and sit up.
Forgetting the terror of eyes not opening, I strain them...
-pasasak
A sound that shouldn't come from my eyes rings out.
Brown powder flakes down, and I stare blankly...
"Powder...?"
"Blood."
I look at Cheon Hwa-ryeong, who answers my question faithfully.
Cheon Hwa-ryeong is lying on the bed where I was until just now.
Thinking back...
[Good. Go to sleep.]
Finally, memories before blacking out flood in.
Caught the orc, and that pink-hair was about to pull some stunt...
The scene of flesh chunks flying replays in my head.
And Cheon Hwa-ryeong scooping me up.
Hm... Even witnessing it firsthand, the plot twist is beyond comprehension.
For some reason, my mind is crystal clear, yet it's still hard to wrap my head around.
"So... Noona came to rescue me? What about my comrades? Where are we?"
Cheon Hwa-ryeong furrows her brow and says,
"Rescue... Yeah."
The noona I knew is actually a total badass?
More than that...
"Noona, how did you know where I was? How'd you know I was in danger?"
Cheon Hwa-ryeong's brow furrows deeper and deeper, until she glares at me with murderous eyes.
I'm a little spooked, but it's not like I asked something unforgivable, right?
As I blink at her, Cheon Hwa-ryeong squeezes her eyes shut and explains.
"Feeling."
What kind of bullshit explanation is that.
But she clamps her mouth shut, clearly done talking.
As expected from Miss Prickly— prickly as hell.
Push further and I'll eat a fist.
I decide to change the subject.
"Thanks for saving me, noona. No clue what they tried to do... but I lived thanks to you."
Cheon Hwa-ryeong's brow gradually relaxes, and she lets out a deep sigh.
"Ha... Go wash up. Powder's falling."
Only then do I notice the dry blood caked and cracking all over.
Since she tells me to wash, this must be Cheon Hwa-ryeong's place.
Hesitantly stepping out the door...
"Uh... noona..."
"What now."
"Where's the bathroom...?"
What the hell, this corridor goes on forever.
Not a soul in sight, either.
Cheon Hwa-ryeong chuckles in disbelief.
-pisik...
"Go out, fourth door on the right."
After washing up in a bathtub so luxurious it's practically antique, I slip into some loose clothes hanging nearby and head back to the room.
"Noona...?"
Cheon Hwa-ryeong eyes the clothes I'm wearing, closes her eyes, and says,
"...You managed to put them on properly, huh."
"Want me to feed you?"
"Nah... While we're at it, just take 'em."
I've given thanks and cleaned up, so now it's time to bounce.
No idea what's up with my comrades, and Master must be waiting.
But Cheon Hwa-ryeong's condition...
"Noona, you okay?"
"Your dantian sucked me dry."
"Dantian? You healed me?"
"See for yourself."
After her curt, grumpy reply, I sit beside Cheon Hwa-ryeong and assume the lotus position.
Focusing my mind, I check my dantian...
'...? ...???? Why the hell do I have two dan tians?'
Another dantian has formed inside my body.
I hurriedly open my status window.
[Status Window]
Name: Jang Ryu-o
Job: None
Title: Transmigrator
Level: 21
HP: 740/740 MP: 200/690, 400/400 Strength:31 Agility:29 Vitality:23 Intelligence:19 Luck:¿? 9
Remaining Points: 4
Traits: BUG
Skills: LV.MAX Slime Body, LV.9 Basic Swordsmanship, LV.4 Circulation of Qi, LV.2 Uncheon-yeohyeong, LV.1 Water Resistance, LV.1 Poison Resistance, LV.2 Night Vision, LV.1 Heavenly Demon Divine Art,
Inventory
????? Wait, why two MP bars? And why are my stats jacked up like this? And Heavenly Demon Divine Art?
I whip around to Cheon Hwa-ryeong in shock.
About to blurt out if she's the Heavenly Demon, I clamp my mouth shut.
As a total noob, asking if I learned Heavenly Demon Divine Art—what kinda reaction would that get?
She'd grill me on how I know, for sure.
Looks like a headache waiting to happen. Better zip it.
To Cheon Hwa-ryeong, eyebrow quirked up, I say,
"I've got an extra dantian now."
"So it seems."
"Is this even possible normally..."
"Ha?"
Seeing her utterly baffled face, I shut my trap.
This reaction screams it's flat-out impossible.
The stat boost must be from the Transmigrator title kicking in while I was out.
The rest? Probably Heavenly Demon Divine Art's doing.
How the hell do I explain this to Master...
As I'm fretting, Cheon Hwa-ryeong speaks up.
"Undress me."
...?
"Huh?"
In an instant, Cheon Hwa-ryeong glares like she's seriously pissed.
"You think I hauled your ass here with Air Grasp?"
Now that she mentions it, dried blood is crusted on her underboob and stomach.
"Noona did it herself..."
"Can't move an inch because of you."
Sure, she saved my life, but this feels off— about to protest...
"Your filthy mind's showing. No pervy thoughts—just undress me."
This is the bare minimum respect for my savior.
"This is my thanks. Got it?"
-ppajik!
... I undo the buttons at my neck one by one.
-tok tok tok tuk! tuung!
... Snap out of it. The chest buttons pop off like fireworks, but I didn't see shit.
Why are these clothes such a tight fit... Poor fabric getting shoved aside by those massive tits.
And...
"N-Noona! Why no bra!"
Huge, gravity-defying, gorgeous breasts bounce out, completely bare.
Cheon Hwa-ryeong, privates on full display, couldn't care less and says indifferently.
"Noisy."
"No, come on..."
"Haa... Got panties on below—just do it."
I chant a mantra of inner peace in my head.
With each button undone, Cheon Hwa-ryeong's pale skin peeks through.
Firm, flawless, pristine complexion.
Gazing at the voluptuous curves emerging from the widening gap in her clothes, my head's spinning.
Wanna see Master ASAP...
That's when Cheon Hwa-ryeong looks at me and grins mischievously.
"Kuk... kukukuk! What a lewd bastard."
"..."
Not falling for cheap taunts.
I've got a lover. Or at least, that's what I'm telling myself.
My hands are at the bottom now.
Undo the last button, and the fabric barely containing her wide hips falls open.
Visually pummeled, I tense my thighs hard, look up, and force other thoughts.
"Puhahaha!"
"Should I run?"
"Kukukukukuk... haa... what is with this guy..."
I slip her muttering arms free and clear the clothes away.
Can't peek below. No way I can hold out.
Ever since with Master, my junk's been working too well.
To me, head craned up, Cheon Hwa-ryeong says,
"Wipe my body."
I turn to look— she's smirking playfully.
"Hurry."
My mind's about to snap...