92. The two are troublemakers but the strongest
92. The two are troublemakers but the strongest
Arin, who spun once in midair, landed in the front yard of the Duchy without any sound whatsoever.
-whoosh...
At the same time, Cheon Hwa-ryeong, who had been trampling the sky, landed in the front yard as well.
-Kugoong!! Chak!
The two arrived almost simultaneously.
In that split-second moment, the two exchanged glances.
The reason they'd come here was surely because of Ryu-o.
In any case, they judged it would be helpful.
The two tacitly decided to form an alliance.
First, they'd check Ryu-o's condition.
Their main inner thoughts were 'This cocky meat hole bitch, I don't like her but she might be useful...'
But...
With icy expressions, the two headed inside.
"G-Guest to the D-Duchy... w-welcome..."
""Out of the way.""
Knights who had sworn their lives to protect the Duchy.
Even the elite among elites, raised from childhood with the finest education.
They trembled in their boots before the two's murderous auras.
Everyone watching the two thought the same.
Thank goodness they weren't enemies.
Stalling even for time would be tough against those two.
The two didn't sneer or berate the knights huddled up tight.
-Thud! Thud! Thud!
They simply walked toward the ferocious energy palpable even from afar.
They instinctively sensed it.
That energy had derived from them.
In this world, only two people could tame that energy.
Their footsteps sped up.
The closer they got, the more they intuited it was no ordinary matter.
The two flung the door open in urgency.
-Bang!
"Baby!"
"Jang Ryu-o!!"
They took in Ryu-o, with ferocious energy streaming through his body.
Arin barely kept her heart from leaping out of her mouth, pressing it down hard.
Cheon Hwa-ryeong turned her eyes away from the hollow emptiness as if the world had gone blank.
This wasn't the time.
They had to get a grip.
The two steadied their hearts and approached Ryu-o.
Hilda and Miguel simply stared at the two.
Miguel prepared to defend against any attack that might come at Hilda.
Hilda, face full of shame, just clamped her mouth shut.
Right now, all Hilda could do was pray—something she'd never done in her life.
Please... make it work somehow. Any way at all.
Did Hilda's emotions transmit?
The two instinctively felt unease.
-Shudder...
Deep wariness toward a new rival in love.
Outwardly ignoring it, but the instinctive anxiety welled up!
''...??''
But they could only chalk the anxiety up to Ryu-o.
For the moment. Because...
-Humm humm zzzt!!
Ryu-o's condition was seriously off.
The two wordlessly eyed each other.
""...""
And without any signal...
-Humm! Crackle!!
They grabbed Ryu-o's wrists simultaneously and started examining his body.
""Kuhk...""
The tremendous bounce-back they felt.
Like anything touching this body would get flung off and twisted.
But no matter how the repulsion shoved them away again and again, the two didn't release Ryu-o's hand.
How could they let go of this hand.
If the hand dodged, they'd yank it back and grab it.
If it balled into a fist, they'd wrap it soft and gentle.
Even if the arm swung, they'd cling on tenaciously.
Push them away, and they'd close the distance just as much; vanish, and they'd spend a lifetime hunting.
Three people tied by raw, burning emotions.
Arin and Cheon Hwa-ryeong realized just how deeply each loved Ryu-o.
Experts sometimes sync up like that.
When their wills clash too fiercely.
They really, really hated it...
""Hoo...""
-Zzzt! Clang! Humm humm humm!
It turned into this shitty situation where they understood each other better than anyone.
Now, just a look said it all.
'What's the problem?'
'Mixed powers. Unbearable cycle. Endless amplification.'
'Solution...'
'Smash the Dantian, or yank out the energy...'
'Separate it again.'
''...... Hoo.''
Why's loving this guy gotta be this damn hard...
At the ridiculous difficulty, the two got pounding headaches.
This separation shit wasn't easy.
Like taking ink-soaked water and splitting it back to water and ink.
No direct talk, but the two poked at Ryu-o gently, each in their own way.
-Hummm!!!
'Distill...?'
'Fucking lunatic talk! You tryna boil him dead?'
-Humm...
'You got a better idea, bitch.'
-Kiiing!!!
'... Compress the energy, slice it in half. Then shove it back in the Dantian.'
'Snap out of it. Separation. You tryna make a goddamn bomb?'
-Humm...
Trying this method, that method, the two wrestled Ryu-o's qi.
But their hearts weren't perfectly in sync yet.
Just looping 'How 'bout this? → You're nuts?'
Figuring this wasn't cutting it, the two made a call.
'Pull your share.'
'...? The fuck?'
-Hummmm!
Cheon Hwa-ryeong shattered the balance, sucking in only her power.
Shocked, Arin yanked in her own...
'Nuts!!'
-Hummmm!!
Ryu-o's power slowly... slowly started breaking apart.
At the miracle-like sight, Miguel burst out in awe.
"Insane! Tip the balance, and one side blows!"
At "blow," Hilda snapped at Miguel.
"M-Miguel! What the hell's that mean!"
"What those two are pulling is basically tug-of-war."
"Tug-of-war?"
"Yeah, matching power exactly to snap the mixed energy clean in half... more or less."
Hilda gulped and asked.
"If... it fails...?"
"... Rope snaps one way. Then that side of the body exp— massive shockwave."
Hearing it explained, Hilda wanted to rip them apart right then.
But no right. No standing to stop them.
A problem her money and status couldn't fix.
'I'm not enough...'
She'd thought she could hold that man completely.
The brutal powerlessness dragged her toward surrender...
[I love you.]
'......'
Ryu-o's curse of a word haunted Hilda's chest.
No matter how she turned it... no fucking way she could quit.
That haunting word lit a fire in Hilda's heart.
There had to be gaps they couldn't fill.
One thing crystal clear... they couldn't satisfy Ryu-o's body.
So... only she could take Ryu-o's lust.
Theirs was master-disciple love.
Hers was man-woman love.
Hilda vowed to do whatever it took.
So forgive this pathetic me who can only pray right now.
'I love you...'
Hilda had no clue.
That it was already half-sorted when they got there.
After the grueling ordeal, the two qis split.
They'd pulled off separating ink from water.
Luckily, the split qis didn't remix.
How the fuck did they blend 'em in the first place...
"Ha..."
"Crazy... fucker..."
If he wasn't so damn lovable, they'd have bashed lumps all over his skull.
Cheon Hwa-ryeong and Arin eyed each other.
Both hollow-eyed underneath, bodies drenched in sweat.
Hated admitting it, but right then, their teamwork was flawless.
Pinpoint control, zero tolerance for clashes.
They got each other without a word...
"I'm dying..."
"I'll croak..."
Wiped out from the bitchiest grunt work of their lives, they flopped.
Atop Ryu-o.
-Thud!
"Move aside..."
"You move..."
"No... waaay... cooo..."
"Me... neith... cooo..."
Childish squabbling into snoozeland.
Hilda stared blankly at the miracle-workers and muttered.
"It worked...?"
Miguel, grinning like he'd die laughing, went to Ryu-o.
"Fucking how... kuhaha!!! "
"Miguel. Prognosis."
"Circles??!? Two Dantians!!! Wahahaha! No wonder! Two solved God's prank puzzle! Uhahaha!"
At the gibberish, Hilda's eyes lit up furious.
"Miguel! He's okay, right!"
"Yeah! Totally! They nailed it! These psycho bitches untangled the rat's nest! How?!"
Hearing "okay," Hilda's tension melted away.
Hadn't noticed she'd been rigid as fuck.
-Thud!
"Hoo..."
Hilda crumpled, but Miguel's eyes stayed glued to the trio.
"Too damn curious... heart racing at my age... kuhaha!!"
Miguel cracking wise like that? First time Hilda saw it.
Must've been some feat.
Hilda sank into sweet exhaustion... pure relief.
A faint smile...
"Hoo... Hey!! Lavish care on the healed ones!!"
Finally, the head butler and medics stomping outside poured in.
-Slide! Bang!
"Young miss!"
"""As you command!!!"""
And so, the crisis wrapped up.
Arin woke to that scent that'd made her cum endlessly.
"Sniff sniff... ugh... my poor aching bod... haoo...♥"
Cheon Hwa-ryeong's eyes snapped open at the feel of her thigh lifting.
-Bolt! Ku-gu-guk!
"Hup! Uh... kuhk! L-legs..."
What those two pulled off was like splitting sand and ash with a massive hammer.
Even Hwagyeong martial artists deserved to be beat to hell after that.
Dazed, the two scanned around.
Ryu-o first...
-Bolt! Puk! Puk! Ku-gu-guk!
""......""
Rough-rubbing Cheon Hwa-ryeong's thigh? Healthy as fuck.
"Phew..."
Duchy guest room then? Makes sense three piled up—they'd clutched Ryu-o tight in case he flew off asleep.
The two felt eerie deja vu.
""...""
Ain't this 'that' shit from before?
The one they wanted scrubbed clean...
[Fuooohooook! Slurp!]
[Mmph?!! Mmuu-mmph!??!!]
""Urk! Fuuuck...""
The two yanked Ryu-o into their own bosoms and whipped heads away from each other.
"Huh!"
"Ha!"
-Streeeeetch!!
"Let go."
"Shut it."
"Kkuuung!!"
"Hueeeup!!"
Wriggling to hog Ryu-o...
-Shudder! Gack! Bluuuugh!
"Kyaaa! Haeuuung...♥"
"Hic! Ugh...♥"
Body-memory terror of cum hit 'em both, shrinking up.
Wait—cum?
Faces going blue, they peeked down...
-Paaant paaant paaaant paaaant paaaant!!!! Blaaagh! Driiip driiip...
""Ah...""
Oh yeah, the baby (this fucker) hadn't blown for days...?
..........
Uh... wh-what now...
Seriously, what the fuck...?