Chapter 207.2 - 207 Limit Line (7)
207 Limit Line (7)
T/l Penny
Chapter 210
Limit Line (7)
I felt a thrill as I watched the confusion beginning to fill Dang Soran's eyes.
Her waist trembled within my embrace.
It seemed she was struggling just to process the heightened pleasure.
She still seemed unable to understand why I had suddenly stopped.
A face completely filled with confusion, wondering if I had taken my hand off by chance or if it was a mistake.
I intended to tell her the answer slowly.
As her body, which had been taut with tension at the edge of the climax, softened again, I moved my hand.
"Heugh-uuh!"
The moment I touched that hot crevice again, her pleasure seemed to escalate instantly.
Feeling her body stiffen, I thought:
Ah, that was too fast.
Pat!
I took my hand off again.
"Ugh... Heuh...?"
As I removed my hand once more, a question flowed out from between Dang Soran's clenched small teeth.
Blinking eyes, open mouth, pupils full of chaos.
Perhaps her mind had gone completely white; she still couldn't grasp the situation.
I didn't explain.
Instead, I soothed her so she couldn't make any excuses or get annoyed.
"You're doing well, Soran-ah. Shall we continue?"
"Haa... Uuugh... Yo...oung Masteeer..."
Her tongue must have stiffened; her pronunciation was slurring. I wavered at her unintended act of cuteness.
This crazy bitch. I don't know how far she intends to provoke a person.
As my lower body became more painful, my sadism toward her also intensified.
The thought of going easy on her disappeared.
I moved my hand again.
Slide...
"Haaang!!"
Perhaps this stimulation was rough, as Dang Soran twisted her whole body in my arms.
Her waist arched and her shoulders twisted.
Her head was thrown back completely, leaning against me.
I could feel the force trying to close her legs.
I also put strength into my legs to prevent her from doing so.
"Be quiet. Do you intend to let the entire Tang Clan household know? Everyone will hear your vulgar voice."
"Heuk! Haa-ugh!"
However, despite my advice, Dang Soran couldn't hold back her moans.
She spilled out her voice as if she had lost her reason.
She seemed to have no room to endure.
I could understand. Her erogenous zone was being stimulated for the first time, and the intensity was this high.
Honestly, wouldn't even a woman who has soothed her own body struggle under this torture?
"Hi-euk! Ha-at!"
Dang Soran's pelvis twitched as if trying to avoid my finger.
But since she was firmly held by me, her struggle was easily suppressed.
She tried to pull her pelvis back, but since I was sitting behind her, her effort turned into a vulgar trembling.
"Why are you shaking your waist so much? Do you want me to do more?"
"N-No, heugh! No... No...!"
"What do you mean no. Stay still."
"Haaaang!"
If I was bullying her with my fingers, Dang Soran was bullying me with her gestures, expressions, eyes, and moans.
It couldn't be more arousing than this.
As if asking for mercy, I covered her mouth with my free hand.
'Hmph! Uuuugh!!'
Unable to scream to her heart's content, Dang Soran's frustration seemed to double.
Rather, as I blocked her mouth, her moans grew louder.
It was an attitude of being unable to endure anymore.
Her saliva and soft lips rubbed all over my palm.
Occasionally, her hot tongue, having lost its mind, licked me.
Even though it was my palm, it felt insanely good.
The hot heat and slipperiness of her tongue stimulated my imagination.
Here, if...
"..."
I gritted my teeth and shook off the thought.
No matter what, I couldn't bring myself to put my thing in her mouth.
I exhaled a rough breath and moved my fingers more.
A certain frustration and irritation rushed in momentarily.
Why is it only good for you?
Why am I still suffering?
As that frustration grew, my touch became rougher.
'Heuk! Ugh!'
Dang Soran's body stiffened rigidly again with a short moan.
Pak!
I took my hand off without hesitation.
Her eyes, which were about to roll back, returned immediately as the stimulation disappeared.
I removed my hand so she could breathe. Saliva stretched dirtily from my palm.
I clicked my tongue and wet her face with my wet hand.
I did so swayed by the desire to dirty her further.
The surprising thing was that she became even more beautiful after getting wet.
"Haa... Ugh..."
Her body went limp again. Perhaps because it was exhausting, her lower body was completely damp.
I don't know if this was her sweat or other fluids.
The only certainty was that she was soaking my pants.
As her sanity returned, she finally seemed to understand what I was doing.
"Young... Master... Young... Heugh..."
"Why?"
Dang Soran sucked the saliva on her lips as if to tidy up her messily wet self, then begged in a barely audible voice.
'...P...lease.... Please...'
"...Please what?"
"...Heugh... P...lease..."
"So, what?"
"...Ugh!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
Even she couldn't cross that final line.
She is new to sexual things. Perhaps she doesn't even know how to relieve this frustration yet.
Maybe that's why she's begging me. To please end this torture.
However, I still had no intention of doing so.
"If you were going to regret it, you shouldn't have provoked me."
"...Heugh... Uuugh..."
"Did you think it would be okay to feed me an aphrodisiac as you pleased? Did you think I would just let it slide?"
I was speaking as if I were someone higher than her before I knew it.
I was defining her as beneath me before I knew it.
However, I wasn't the only one accepting this.
Dang Soran sobbed as if she knew her place from the beginning.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
At her apology, I closed my eyes and bit my tongue.
It was hard to digest this crazy pleasure.
The pleasure that comes when breaking that cheeky bitch.
A brat is certainly annoying, but perhaps this is also the charm of a brat.
When that detestable Dang Soran apologized while sobbing, it was hard to keep my wits about me.
Slide!
I touched her again instead of answering.
"Haaaang!"
This time, she collapsed as if melting.
I touched her nodule more delicately and weakly than ever before.
Perhaps because her body had been stimulated to the limit, that alone was enough.
She spilled moans and twisted her body again.
Was the stimulation too weak? Rather, now Dang Soran's waist sought me out.
"What are you doing? Your waist is lifting, Soran-ah? Where did you learn this vulgar behavior?"
While I was asking 'Your waist is lifting?', Dang Soran must have felt her own disgraceful behavior and hurriedly pulled her pelvis back.
But I saw it, and she saw it too.
The moment she lifted her waist seeking my finger.
Dang Soran was even shedding tears now.
Painful torture, shame, and embarrassment were all mixed together, preventing her from regaining her senses.
"Ah-ugh... It's not... It's not...! This isn't me... B-Because of Young Master... Haa-ugh!!"
Press. Press. Press.
I pressed and released. Pressed and released again.
Every time I did, Dang Soran flinched as if her pressure points were being pressed.
"Stop...! Stooop!!"
"Shut your mouth. Don't order me."
Then Dang Soran opened her eyes wide as if startled.
She shook her head violently.
"Ha-ugh! Ah-heuk! Y-Young Master! P-Please...! W-W-Wait! Ur... Ur...!"
"Ur, what?"
"Ur... Urine...!"
Even this is a precursor to the climax.
I took my hand off.
"Ugh!"
Then, Dang Soran's expression, having failed to reach climax this time as well, darkened instantly.
"I did as you asked. Try saying thank you."
"...Ha-ugh... Heu-u..."
She stiffened with a disheveled, yet frustrated expression. She didn't express gratitude.
I understand. She was tortured again, so how could she say thank you?
Rather, if she had said thank you, I would have bullied her more. She was quite quick-witted.
I took a deep breath and exhaled.
"The smell of a bitch is vibrating."
"Heugh... Uuu..."
"Soran-ah, you smell it too."
"I don't know... I don't know..."
Dang Soran's ears and cheeks were redder than ever.
Her attitude was that the scent she emitted couldn't be more shameful.
A smile flowed out from deep within my chest.
Dang Soran's eyes, full of dissatisfaction, examined my smile in detail.
Looking at her, I said.
"...What should I do? My frustration isn't going away."
Honestly, even I didn't know what words she had to say for me to forgive her.
Just a quiet frustration that wouldn't go away no matter what Dang Soran did was settled deep in my chest.
No matter how cute she acted, no matter how disheveled she looked, the irritation settled inside me coiled up and didn't disappear.
I just thought.
If I keep bullying her as if venting my anger, wouldn't this also be resolved?
So I intended to play with her until my mind was at ease.
Pat!
Stopping again when Dang Soran's mouth opened.
Pat!
Stopping again when her waist lifted.
Pat!
Stopping again when her toes curled.
"Ha-ah... Ha-ugh... Heugh..."
She was gradually getting exhausted as if her stamina was being drained every moment.
I could feel her reason breaking down.
Suddenly, an unbearable desire surges.
Is it because I covered her mouth with my hand?
I knew that the inside was hot and moist.
My reason snapped, and I tried to pull her up to stand...
Knock knock knock.
At that moment, someone visited the quarters.
...Huh?
My blood ran cold.
This visitor was not someone I had called.
Dang Soran was going crazy from the stimulation when she suddenly heard a sound.
Knock knock knock.
Was this sound a dream, or an auditory hallucination, or reality?
Her clouded reason couldn't think well.
She only realized that the sound was real after Han Seojin stood up.
Dang Soran let out a hollow laugh.
Ah. Again?
Han Seojin must be full of thoughts of revenge against her.
She thought it was finally ending this time, but apparently not.
Han Seojin was terribly scary today.
They say people only come to their senses after suffering, and Dang Soran, who grew up sheltered, gained her first realization only today.
There are people in this world who should not be crossed.
How angry must he have been at her actions to get attention all this time...
...But conversely, she didn't know any other way to draw his attention.
Only then could Dang Soran slowly understand.
That the only person Han Seojin truly held in his heart right now was Cheongwol.
Even now, she was in this situation by using his lust; if not for that... he wouldn't have even looked back at her.
With Cheongwol, his heart seemed connected, but with her, it seemed like he was venting his anger because he was mad.
That was why she became depressed even in this ecstatic time.
Also, the guilt of forcibly using him finally found her.
She could understand Han Seojin's anger now too.
Why he bullied her so persistently. Why he brought a guest even today... Why he doesn't forgive her. Why he keeps bullying her.
She felt that even if she offered her most secret part to him, nothing much had changed.
Because in the end, she only controlled him using his desire. It wasn't like their hearts were connected like with Cheongwol.
Han Seojin looked at her limp form... and sighed deeply.
Then he took a small knife out of his chest again.
Dang Soran's thoughts returned the moment she saw that knife.
While she was reflecting, the fear inside her asked.
...Really the end? Just like this again?
Her body throbbed numbly, and frustration was blocking her windpipe.
A certain pleasure she had seen multiple times but failed to reach in the end shimmered before her eyes.
"Turn around."
Han Seojin commanded as if to cut the ropes.
Even knowing she shouldn't disobey him, Dang Soran couldn't move.
...This rope is the last one. There is no more. If it's cut, there is no more.
It was so difficult right now, but how much effort had she put in to reach this situation?
She used his lust, but shouldn't she not miss this opportunity that wouldn't come twice?
If it ends without seeing the conclusion... how long will those nightmare-like nights continue?
When she came to, Dang Soran was already shaking her head violently.
As she herself felt, she really didn't listen to him terribly well.
"The rop—"
"The rope."
The moment Han Seojin said something, Dang Soran cut him off, risking rudeness.
She didn't know about anything else, but not now. It can't end like this.
If it ends like this now, she will definitely go crazy before tomorrow passes.
"...Just cut the rope."
In her desperation, she bluffed.
Knock knock knock knock.
No matter how much the sound of knocking came, it couldn't drag Dang Soran back to reality.
She knows she is acting crazy. But she didn't know anything other than this.
"...What?"
Then, conversely, Han Seojin seemed flustered for the first time.
"What do you mean? I said a guest is here?"
Her reason almost returned at that expression, but in the end, the only person she had to be mindful of was Han Seojin.
The rest of the people didn't matter.
Who in this Tang Clan would dare raise a flag of rebellion against her?
Her sincerity, which she had always hidden, popped out abruptly.
In fact, she had no reason to be mindful of anyone.
She had just been maintaining etiquette all this time.
The true Dang Soran was this wayward.
No matter who was outside that door, she had no intention of allowing them to interrupt her time with Han Seojin.
"...Hug me."
"...Soran-ah, right now..."
"Please, I beg you. Please lift me up, Young Master."
"..."
Dang Soran was still panting. Her breathing didn't return.
Her legs had lost strength and were trembling. She knew she couldn't go downstairs on her own.
It felt like her body was on a heated griddle.
Honestly, she was on the verge of going crazy wanting to continue the play with Han Seojin right now.
It didn't matter if it was Han Seojin's scheme or a guest who came by chance.
Her nerves weren't focused on that.
Han Seojin quietly lifted Dang Soran.
"...Please go down."
"Are you in your right min—"
"—Yes, I'm not in my right mind. So hurry."
Her eyes shone dangerously.
Dang Soran could see Han Seojin swallowing slightly.
Seeing his slightly weakening appearance, her compulsion loosened and suddenly such a thought occurred.
...Right. Actually, Han Seojin hasn't trained in martial arts.
If he's only going to embrace Cheongwol.
If he won't look at me.
...Then just forcibly...
"...Ugh."
No, she can't.
The moment she takes him by force, his heart will fly away completely.
Han Seojin is the one who said he hates martial artists the most. Dang Soran had absolutely no intention of emphasizing that she was a martial artist.
She wanted to be entwined not as a relationship between a martial artist and a civilian, but as owner and possession.
Dang Soran leaned her head on Han Seojin's neck as if hiding the wrong heart that just bloomed.
It was her own way of acting cute.
Also, there was an intention to soothe her body which was hot enough to drive her crazy.
Han Seojin carried her to the first floor.
"...Please put me down in front of the door."
"Soran-ah, right now you're tied with ropes..."
"I know, you know?"
"..."
Han Seojin put Dang Soran down in front of the door.
Dang Soran somehow put strength into her trembling legs and stood up.
Han Seojin was sending bewildered looks as if he didn't know she would be like this... but Dang Soran ignored him.
She opened the door using her head instead of her bound arms.
Checking with her minimal reason, the existence standing beyond the door was not Father, or an Elder, or Ji-un.
It wasn't their aura.
Rattle!
Beyond the door, surprisingly, there was no one.
Dang Soran blinked weakly.
"...Noona?"
But at that moment, a voice rang out from below.
Looking down, there was her younger brother, Dang Yeop.
The little guest who visited from dawn.
Dang Soran felt a strange relief and said.
"It's Yeop-ie."
Dang Yeop whispered with pure shining eyes.
"...Noona, do you have a fever? Your face is red."
"No, I don't have a fever."
"...Why are you tied up?"
Han Seojin was hiding next to the door, so her brother Dang Yeop didn't see him.
Dang Soran crouched down in front of her brother just as she was, tied by Han Seojin.
She had acted mature all her life, but right now, she sat in front of her brother in the form of a bitch.
Guilt and immorality completely enveloped her.
But because of that, she felt like she was asserting herself.
Who she is. Who she truly is.
Whose she is, and what she wants to be.
It felt like she was throwing off her mask and showing herself honestly for the first time.
She put down the appearance that was burdensome and unlike her for a moment.
She puts down the appearance of the dignified older sister, and the substitute mother for the youngest brother since their mother was ill.
She wasn't anyone's dignified older sister. Nor was she the mother of the youngest.
She was Dang Soran. That was all.
That state was so refreshing that a natural smile flowed out on its own.
"Yeop-ah, Noona is currently training. Training to escape when tied up by a bad man."
"..."
"So, could kind Yeop-ie come back later? Noona is a little busy."
"I, I'll help! Because I'll protect Noona!"
Dang Soran shook her head.
"It's okay."
It was the first time she had been this firm.
Dang Yeop looked surprised for a moment.
Honestly, Dang Soran herself was surprised by the situation.
But the inside of her legs was too hot, so she didn't have the leeway to have unnecessary arguments anymore.
"Please go back. Father said you shouldn't disturb others' training, didn't he?"
"...Ah, right!"
Dang Yeop smiled with a bright expression as if he just realized.
Dang Soran returned that smile.
"Then Noona... when will it end?"
Dang Soran didn't know either. So she set the time generously.
"...I think it will be difficult today. I'll play with you tomorrow."
"Really?"
The brother became sullen, but soon that expression also subsided.
"Then, I'll go to Ji-un Hyung!"
"Right, that would be good."
"I love you, Noona!"
"I love you too, my little brother."
Dang Yeop disappeared as abruptly as he had come.
As he moved away, Han Seojin pushed the door shut.
Dang Soran was sitting in front of the door.
As the door closed and the surroundings became quiet, immorality rushed in again.
She screamed that she hated it, hated it, but when the situation finally came, she stepped up in this state and got rid of the interrupter.
It was a situation where the hidden sincerity she didn't even know about was revealed.
In the end, she is happy in the moments she is bullied by him.
Embracing the truth that was finally revealed, she looked up at Han Seojin.
Perhaps because she was crouching in front of him, or because his physique was large.
Her ruler looked distinct.
Only after feeling this overwhelming difference did she think.
She understood how arrogant and mean she had been to him all this time.
It was only natural for him to punish her.
As she said, he wasn't even her husband, but he was angry enough to bully her like this.
"...That doesn't mean I'll let you finish."
Han Seojin spoke. His frustration was contained in that single sentence.
If it were Cheongwol, would he have forgiven her?
Dang Soran shook her head to shake off that thought.
She understood his heart.
Comparison with Cheongwol aside, Dang Soran probably would have found it hard to forgive herself if she were in the same situation.
In the end, it was her side that had to apologize.
Dang Soran didn't bother to refute his words and crawled towards him on the floor on her knees.
To think the Poison Phoenix Dang Soran is in a situation crawling on the floor with her knees.
The more absurd the situation, the more she felt a similar immorality.
She swallows her saliva.
She felt it while being bullied continuously, but Han Seojin was also suffering.
Every time she spilled a moan, something touching her buttocks twitched.
Dang Soran only then understood the reason he avoided the play.
She relieves her desire while being bullied, but he doesn't.
She finally realized it was a one-sided relationship.
Couldn't it be that he was experiencing the torture she suffered today, every single time?
Wouldn't he have struggled with the sexual desire that wasn't relieved in the slightest?
How did he endure all this time?
In that apology, Dang Soran moved her head busily.
Since she couldn't use her hands, she bit his trouser leg with her mouth.
Tuk!
Han Seojin grabbed his pants and asked.
"...What are you doing?"
Dang Soran didn't answer.
The overwhelming sexual desire she was experiencing for the first time kept driving her crazy.
It wasn't embarrassing or shameful anymore.
There was only the mind to please Han Seojin, her ruler.
Only the mind to soothe his anger.
Only the mind to be loved more by him.
Dang Soran bit his pants tight and pulled them down.
Plop!
His towering manhood popped out.
Dang Soran was slightly surprised even in this situation.
It wasn't this size when I saw it at the lake?
"..."
As she froze in bewilderment, Han Seojin asked again.
"I asked... what are you doing?"
Yet, he didn't pull up his pants.
She read the hope and desire that were hard to reject rising in his eyes.
Dang Soran, pfft, ended up laughing honestly again.
Han Seojin's expression crumpled, but while she was afraid, he looked cute.
Since he was handsome, even more so.
Ah, this was it.
She thought.
"...How do I do it?"
Dang Soran asked.
She didn't know how to satisfy a man.
She doesn't know how to seek forgiveness either.
So she asked.
It lit a fire in Han Seojin's eyes.
Grab!
At that moment, Han Seojin roughly grabbed the back of Dang Soran's head.
"Ugh!"
As Dang Soran frowned at the momentary violence, the grip in Han Seojin's hand subsided instantly.
As if the act just now wasn't intended by him.
"..."
However, with just that touch, Dang Soran could understand what he had wished for.
She could predict how he would have handled her by grabbing the back of her head.
Dang Soran eventually opened her mouth gently and took in his tip.
A fishy taste was felt. She didn't dislike it.
"Kugh!"
The one who spilled a moan this time was Han Seojin.
Dang Soran couldn't understand the pleasure she felt hearing his moan.
Nor why she was so happy that he felt good because of her.
She thought as she held him in her mouth.
It doesn't matter if he thinks of Cheongwol, or if she is still lacking.
...You are mine.
She thought inwardly. She had absolutely no intention of conceding.
She wants to be his, but paradoxically, she was thinking the opposite.
...You are mine.
She would seduce him so he would look at her no matter what.
As the first button of that, she rolled her tongue diligently.
I watched Dang Soran taking my thing into her mouth.
It's embarrassing, but the feeling of ejaculation came immediately.
Whether it was because of that damn aphrodisiac, or because it was built up enough to make me wonder if I'd have a wet dream soon, I really felt like I was going to cum right away.
Dang Soran's clumsy mouth kept licking my thing.
She wasn't sucking, nor was she stimulating it with her tongue.
She just kissed it as if giving a peck, only mumbling slightly.
However, that awkward and ignorant gesture stimulated me even more.
She couldn't be worse at this, but conversely, it couldn't be more arousing.
I couldn't hold back in the end.
The moment I ejaculated, Dang Soran flinched in surprise.
At that moment, since Dang Soran had her head turned to the side kissing the shaft, the liquid I had held back didn't land on her.
White liquid scattered long across the room.
"...Haa... Haa..."
A sense of exhaustion came.
And only then did it feel like the lump inside me was resolved.
It felt like all the irritation and anger I suffered from Dang Soran were melting away.
She resolved the anger inside me that even I didn't know about.
...Sage time comes too.
What did I just do?
But, first of all, I was too exhausted to even want to think.
Is it because I endured without sleeping properly for a few days?
Is it because I stayed up all night again today?
Is it because I continued a childish fight with Dang Soran?
Fatigue rushes in at once.
I pulled up my pants clumsily.
But then, Dang Soran looked up at me.
"..."
Her eyes were full of lust.
I was relieved, but she was still struggling in torture.
"...Young... Master..."
I understood only then why she did this act.
I also understood that it was her own way of apology and submission.
I crouched down in front of Dang Soran.
There was no reason to bully her anymore.
Is it because she's the first woman to satisfy my 'down there' with her mouth? My heart became completely generous.
I pulled the back of her head as she knelt and made her lean on my shoulder.
"...I was too much today, right?"
Dang Soran started sniffling, sensing what would happen next.
"I think I'm going to die... Heugh... Young Master... Please... No more..."
Only then did I realize that I was a bit too harsh.
I moved my hand and touched Dang Soran's secret part.
It was still hot and slippery.
I had no intention of doing it roughly just because I was tired.
Just as I built up pleasure for her, I soothed her body slowly and deliberately, with sincerity.
I build up the pleasure slowly. Firmly and deeply.
Just as she apologized, I offered an apology too.
"Heugh...! Ah-heuk...!"
Dang Soran squirmed. The more she did, the deeper I pulled her head.
I continued to soothe her.
Stroking her hair, and doing the same below.
Her moans continue.
I touched her with more care than ever before.
"Young, heugh! Heuh-ut!"
I whispered to her.
"Shh. Quietly. Quietly..."
"Uuugh...! Strange, it's strange...!"
"It's okay. Don't be afraid."
Dang Soran pressed her body close to me as if to calm her fear.
"Ha-ugh! Ugh! Heugh!!"
Dang Soran held her breath along with a moan.
Her shoulders lifted and her body stiffened. Her soft body became rigid in an instant.
But surprisingly, conversely, even after that, Dang Soran couldn't climax.
As if she was afraid to cross that wall on her own.
As if holding it in tight, her body stiffened further.
So I said.
"...Go."
She flinched at those words.
I whispered in her ear once again.
"Go. Climax."
Tremble!
Then, as if she finally crossed the hill of climax, Dang Soran's stiff body trembled momentarily.
She overcomes her fear at my single command.
Spurt, spurt, hot liquid lands on my hand.
She shook her body like a wet puppy.
Even in this situation where all kinds of desires were resolved, it couldn't look more erotic.
I didn't stop my hand even though she was climaxing.
Then Dang Soran's body shook more violently. She screamed a moan as if asking to be saved.
"Hi-euk!! Hmph!!"
Because of what happened just before, I vaguely understood the pleasure she must be feeling.
Her saliva flowing down wet my shoulder.
It didn't feel dirty.
I stroked her head until she calmed down.
Strength slowly drained from Dang Soran's body.
Only after her trembling subsided did I stop my hand play.
"Haa... Haa..."
She, who was exhaling shallow breaths while leaning on me... soon went limp.
An exhausted appearance just like me.
"...Soran-ah?"
I called her, but Dang Soran mumbled.
"Sleepy... Sleepy, Young Master..."
Tension was released in an instant, and fatigue seemed to pour out like it did for me.
Since her body was bound, it must have been harder for her than for me.
Besides, I knew very well that she had been sleeping fitfully for the past few days.
Tuk.
I took out the knife and cut her ropes.
Her arms fell with a thud, then naturally wound around my neck.
Dang Soran hugged me tightly.
Even though I didn't say anything, she begged.
"Just a moment... Don't push me away. Although I'm not Wol-ie..."
"..."
"Just a moment, a moment is fine..."
I massaged her arms so blood could circulate.
I knew she wasn't wearing a single piece of underwear under her sleepwear, but I didn't mind that.
"..."
I must have stroked the exhausted Dang Soran in my arms for about 5 minutes.
When I checked, she was asleep as if she had fainted.
The sound of soft, shallow breathing rang out.
"...Haa."
I looked around.
It was a total mess.
The space I had to clean up before someone came again.
The scattered fluids, and the smell filling the quarters.
Dang Soran, whom I have to wipe down.
The memory I have to carry for the rest of my life, and the price hereafter.
...Even Dang Yeop.
"...Fuck."
I let out a curse.
The mind that was swayed by lust returns.
While it was strangely refreshing and relieving, it was strangely desolate.
I probably won't be able to forget today's events until I die.
Did she break my threshold? To think a woman like this kissed my dick.
The realization that I ended up playing this kind of game with that Dang Soran came anew.
"..."
At the same time, suddenly, I felt certain eyes born from imagination glaring at me coldly.
...The owner of those eyes was, naturally, Cheongwol.
Mount Emei (Amisan), evening when the sun began to set.
"Wait a moment!"
Honghwa moved her steps quickly even after hearing Hyeyul calling her.
It was time to return to the temple, but Honghwa had something to do.
Recently, she had heard too many scary stories.
She heard that the Demonic Cult was rampant, and that many people were dying.
Not only the masters but also the elders had dark expressions these days.
Since even the existences who should be the most high-ranking were tense, Honghwa couldn't hold back her fear.
As a result, Honghwa had a hard time every night.
If she woke up with a need to urinate in the deep night, she had to go to the outhouse, but the outhouse was naturally far from the temple and submerged in deep darkness.
She was troubled by worries that a ghost might appear, or those bad guys who worry the elders might appear.
She even almost peed the bed yesterday. Even though she is 12 years old!
So she had a plan today.
It's a story she heard from the village girls, but they said if she asked the Chicken-nim, it would be okay.
If she asked not to need to pee at night, it would be granted.
So Honghwa made her master wait to make a request to the Chicken-nim before returning to the temple.
Honghwa moved her steps along the familiar path.
She saw Uncle Gong Yeong's house. And the chicken she would ask a favor of today.
"..."
In front of Uncle Gong Yeong's house, far away, she also saw the Leather Shop.
Honghwa suddenly fell into longing. It's been a long time since Han Seojin Orabeoni of the Leather Shop disappeared.
She heard that he was also attacked by ruffians whom the elders fear. No one told her any story beyond that.
It was too scary a story, and a story hard to endure.
She missed him so much, and she had shed many tears during the past time.
A monk of Mount Emei shouldn't cry. Like the firm Senior Sister Cheongwol (Sago).
Suppressing her depressed heart, Honghwa looked at Uncle Gong Yeong's chicken.
She put her hands together and crouched in front of the clucking chicken to beg.
"Chicken, please make me not need to pee today. Huh?"
Cluck cluck.
"Promise? Today I..."
At that moment, Honghwa got goosebumps on her arms at a certain sound.
Wondering if she heard wrong, she listened closely.
"...Huh?"
But that sound rang out again, riding the wind.
A sound of a woman crying, like sobbing.
A woman's voice filled with Han (sorrow/resentment).
...It was a sound flowing out from Han Seojin Orabeoni's empty Leather Shop.
"Eek!"
Honghwa was startled and stood up immediately.
How could a voice ring out from a place where no one was?
"Master!!"
She ran hurriedly towards Hyeyul.