Chapter 110: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (61)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 110: Daoist Yin-Yang Manual (61)
"Master, is the plug bothering you?"
I whispered, my lips close to her ear. A blush crept up Seo Ryeo-hwa’s pale neck.
"Your touch seems far more dangerous…"
Seo Ryeo-hwa tried to act unfazed as she turned her head away, but contrary to her composed expression, her eyes were already gleaming with the lust of a female in heat.
I continued to toy with her rear. Every time my fingers lightly twisted or tugged on the plug, Seo Ryeo-hwa’s hips would flinch.
Before long, the high walls of Cheonbongseong Fortress came into view. Seo Ryeo-hwa hastily pushed my hand away.
"Th-that’s enough. We must be careful from here on…"
"Of course, Master. But I trust you’ll be coming to my room tonight."
"You shameless brat… Ahng…♡"
Before she could finish, I quickly grabbed the butt plug and gave it a hard tug. The sudden stimulation made Seo Ryeo-hwa’s back arch sharply.
"Ahhhng…♡"
I felt her legs tremble as the strength drained from them. I quickly wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from falling.
"Are you alright?"
"Hah… hah… you wicked boy…"
"Master, if you walk into the fortress like this, everyone will notice."
I said with a playful smile.
"N-notice what…?"
"You’re soaked. Your juices have drenched everything down there."
Seo Ryeo-hwa hurriedly looked down.
"Wh-what am I to do…!"
"Allow me to help, Master."
I reached out, sliding my hand under her skirt. I found her clit and used Clean, tidying up her wet crotch and clothes.
"Hnnngh…♡"
"There. All clean now."
I pulled my hand back with a satisfied smile.
"Hah… hah… you truly are…"
I casually ignored her glare, took her hand, and began walking slowly toward the fortress gate.
"Well, shall we go?"
Seo Ryeo-hwa sighed without a word and walked beside me toward the gates of Cheonbongseong.
Just as we were passing through the entrance, I happened to spot some familiar faces. The women walking toward us from a distance looked exhausted, their faces etched with worry from my absence.
Before I could call out to them, Seol-hee spotted me first.
"Young Master…!"
As Seol-hee’s cry rang out, Jang Seo-young and Jin So-hee turned their heads, their eyes meeting mine. In an instant, their eyes widened in shock.
"Seo-yun…!"
Jang Seo-young brought both hands to her mouth as if trying to hold back tears. Her eyes were already glistening.
"Brother…!"
Jin So-hee’s voice trembled, and tears began to well up in her eyes too.
All three of them ran toward me.
Seol-hee threw her arms around me, bursting into tears.
"I’m so glad… so glad you’ve returned safely, Young Master…!"
Jang Seo-young came to my side and gently cupped my face in her hands, sobbing.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was…!"
Jin So-hee stood a step back, swallowing her tears as she gazed at me.
"I thought I’d never see you again…"
I hugged them close and said, "I’m sorry for making you worry."
"You came back safely. That’s all that matters."
"Brother… you can’t just disappear like that again."
They clung to me, showing no intention of letting go. I gently patted their backs to soothe them.
Seo Ryeo-hwa, who had been watching from behind, approached with a faint smile.
"I’m glad to see everyone is safe."
At the sound of her voice, the three women turned their heads. Seol-hee was the first to react, her voice filled with joy.
"Sword Empress! You’re safe!"
Jang Seo-young and Jin So-hee bowed their heads in greeting.
"Thank you so much for protecting Seo-yun."
She waved her hand lightly in response.
"Not at all. In fact, it was my disciple who helped me. Thanks to him, I was able to return safely as well."
At her words, Jang Seo-young smiled softly and said, "Still, I believe it was because you were there that Seo-yun was able to return safely, Sword Empress. Thank you, truly."
Jin So-hee nodded in agreement. "Just protecting my brother is enough to earn our deepest gratitude."
Seol-hee tilted her head as if a thought had occurred to her.
"Sword Empress! Did you just call the Young Master your disciple?"
"Yes, Miss Seol. As it happens, I’ve taken Seo-yun on as my disciple."
Hearing this, Jang Seo-young’s eyes sparkled.
"Oh my, does that mean… you’ve taken both Myeong-woo and Seo-yun as your disciples?"
"That’s right. Though they are both my disciples, Myeong-woo and Seo-yun are distinctly different."
Jang Seo-young tilted her head with interest.
"Different? In what way?"
She glanced at me for a moment before answering.
"Myeong-woo is a disciple who strictly follows the rules and is faithful to his master’s teachings. But Seo-yun… he’s more of a disciple who tries to teach his master, shall we say?"
At that, Seol-hee covered her mouth and burst into laughter.
"That sounds just like the Young Master."
I shrugged and looked at Seo Ryeo-hwa with a mischievous grin.
"I’ve learned a lot from you, Master, but haven’t I taught you a thing or two as well?"
Her face flushed slightly at my words, and she cleared her throat.
"B-be quiet…!"
Seeing her flustered reaction, Jang Seo-young tilted her head and asked, "What are you two talking about?"
Jin So-hee also looked at Seo Ryeo-hwa with a curious nod.
"What could my brother have possibly taught the Sword Empress?"
Seol-hee simply blinked, her gaze shifting back and forth between me and Seo Ryeo-hwa.
Not knowing what to do, Seo Ryeo-hwa quickly tried to change the subject.
"Seo-yun is just joking. It’s nothing, so you needn’t pay it any mind."
But Jang Seo-young just smiled.
"Sword Empress, your face seems a little red, don’t you think?"
Jin So-hee added playfully, "Is there some secret between you and my brother, Master?"
Seo Ryeo-hwa sighed and shook her head, then glared at me and muttered under her breath, "This is your fault for running your mouth. You take responsibility for this."
I put on an aggrieved expression. "I was only speaking the truth, Master."
Just then, a smile spread across Jang Seo-young’s lips as if she had figured out the situation.
"Hng… Seo-yun, what did you do to make the Sword Empress so flustered?"
Her teasing voice made Seo Ryeo-hwa’s expression even more troubled.
"Lady Jang, you don’t need to know. This boy is simply speaking nonsense."
Jang Seo-young narrowed her eyes at me.
"That just makes me more curious, Seo-yun. Don’t tell me… you taught the Sword Empress something that crosses the line between master and disciple?"
At her words, even Seol-hee and Jin So-hee seemed to catch on. Their eyes lit up as they fixed their gazes on me.
"Brother, is that true?"
"Young Master, surely not…?!"
I responded to their reactions with a playful smile and lightly squeezed the ass of Seo Ryeo-hwa, who was standing beside me.
The hefty sensation in my palm told me I had grabbed the butt plug along with her flesh.
"Nngh?!"
Startled by my sudden action, Seo Ryeo-hwa let out a vulgar moan, her expression twisting in shock.
Seol-hee and Jin So-hee’s eyes grew even wider at her reaction.
"Y-Young Master! What are you doing right now?!"
"Brother…!"
Their reactions seemed a bit like an act, but Seo Ryeo-hwa didn't seem to notice at all.
I shrugged nonchalantly at their response.
"Master, it seems they’ve all figured it out. There’s no need to hide it anymore, is there?"
Seo Ryeo-hwa’s face turned beet red as she glanced at the three women.
"N-no, that’s not it! Seo-yun is talking nonsense…!"
"Brother, what in the world is your relationship with the Sword Empress? I’m getting really curious now."
"The Young Master and the Sword Empress…? It can’t be, right…?"
Jang Seo-young looked at the Sword Empress, feigning a shocked expression.
"Sword Empress… I heard you are the same age as I am… How could you do this to my young son…?"
"M-Miss Seol, it’s a misunderstanding! And L-Lady Jang… it’s really not like that!"
She was so flustered that her manner of speech changed as she tried to defend herself.
"Lady Jang? Shouldn’t you be calling me Mother-in-law now?"
At Jang Seo-young’s words, Seo Ryeo-hwa’s face instantly turned crimson, and she flailed her hands in the air.
"M-Mother-in-law…?!"
Jang Seo-young placed a hand on her chest as if in shock.
"Sword Empress, you’ve gone too far. To think you would toy with my young son like this."
Seo Ryeo-hwa’s panicked state and the other women’s acting was amusing. However, we were starting to draw stares from the people around us.
"Everyone, let’s stop talking in the middle of the street and find somewhere quiet."
"Yes, let’s not do this here. We should go."
Seo Ryeo-hwa, desperate to escape the situation, quickly agreed. Her face was still flushed, her eyes filled with a mixture of bewilderment and shame.
Just then, Jang Seo-young spoke with a mischievous smile.
"Shall we go to the inn where we’re staying? We can talk things over slowly there."
"No, there’s no need to go that far…"
She hurriedly waved her hands in refusal, but before she could finish, Jang Seo-young grabbed her by the hand and started leading her away. Seo Ryeo-hwa finally let out a deep sigh of resignation. Her slumped shoulders showed she had given up all resistance.