Chapter 158
Chapter 158
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 158
Chapter Title: Information Book? (2)
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I spent the entire day training, and as soon as night fell, I slipped out of my quarters again under the cover of darkness.
Carefully making my way to Huangbo Hyo-seon's quarters, which were at the complete opposite end of the Yeongbin Pavilion from mine, the window opened before I could even toss a pebble to signal.
I swiftly leaped through the open window.
"You've been waiting for me?"
"..."
Huangbo Hyo-seon, maintaining her expressionless face, silently closed the window behind me.
I could tell she was deliberately keeping her face blank, which meant her mind was probably in quite a tangle.
"Yesterday's talk probably came out of nowhere, so you didn't have time to sort through your questions... Have you had a chance to organize your thoughts today?"
No matter how many times I repeated that the Demonic Cult had no intention of fighting, it wouldn't mean much.
She needed to hear the details and find her own reasons to reach that conclusion.
"I still can't believe it."
Honestly, it didn't matter if she believed me or not. Since the Cult Leader himself had clearly apologized, the Sword Saint would use that as leverage to suppress the righteous-demonic war as much as possible.
"If the current Cult Leader wants peace, then who were the ones who targeted the Peng Family? And who targeted the Tang Family twenty years ago?"
What I wanted was confusion. The kind of confusion that would let me pull down her tight pants and slide my cock inside.
"Aren't those people Demonic Cultists? I heard that cultists prioritize the Cult Leader's orders above all else. Without the Leader's will... wh-what were they doing?"
That said, it wasn't the right moment to yank down her pants and fuck her right then. Instead, I took hold of Huangbo Hyo-seon's hand.
"Sit down first. Ask your questions one by one, and you'll come to understand."
"..."
"I know some things and not others. But I think talking it through will make everything clear."
As I tugged her hand, she resisted for a moment before sitting beside me on the bed.
"Th-this hand..."
"If Huangbo heroine suddenly tries to rip off my mask, I won't be able to react. Think of it as a minimal safety measure."
Of course, it was a lie. We could just keep our distance while talking.
But even if Huangbo Hyo-seon knew it was bullshit, she wouldn't call me out on it easily.
'She hasn't given me anything in return.'
The fact that I hadn't received any payment meant she had no grounds to blame me if I suddenly stopped this service and left.
If I'd gone straight for pulling down her pants and yelling "Spread your legs!", she'd freak out and kick me out. But by teasing her ambiguously like this, she'd find it hard to complain.
Unless she realized I was doing it on purpose.
"Alright, now ask away."
My immediate goal was to reduce her resistance to physical contact as much as possible.
With both her hands in mine, I suppressed my rising erection while feeling the soft touch and scent of Huangbo Hyo-seon pressed close beside me.
"Naturally, there are cultists who harbor grudges against the righteous factions. Do you think only righteous folk died unjustly in our mutual clashes?"
"The Cult Leader tried to control them, but he also understood their resentment, so he couldn't suppress it completely."
"From their perspective, though, they were frustrated that the Leader wouldn't declare all-out war on the righteous factions..."
"So they ended up stirring things up in a way that even the Leader couldn't avoid a righteous-demonic war."
Huangbo Hyo-seon listened intently to the man's whispered words.
The voice came from too close—near enough that their breaths might mingle—which was uncomfortable, but the content mattered far more.
'The Demon Emperor...'
One of the Three Venerables, an absolute master.
Nearly twenty years younger than the Sword Saint yet said to be on equal footing in martial prowess. She'd assumed he was the polar opposite of her grandfather.
She'd imagined a colossal evil indifferent to others' lives, a merciless killer ghost. But the Cult Leader she'd met was surprisingly reasonable.
'At least it all lines up...'
If what the man said was true, it explained why cultists acted on their own despite the Leader wanting peace.
Having heard this much, Huangbo Hyo-seon grew even more curious about the man's identity.
'He figured out what I was after in just one day after seeing me.'
And he knew intimate details about the Demonic Cult's leadership, so he was likely a high-ranking figure there.
Of course, what Kang Yun said was a mix of clear facts and his own inferences, but it was close enough to the truth that she wouldn't suspect otherwise.
Suddenly feeling the pulse from the hands clasped with hers, Huangbo Hyo-seon felt a flush of embarrassment.
'D-Does the Demonic Cult have no qualms about men and women being this close?'
She was already married with children, so the man probably had no ulterior motives, but it still felt odd for adult man and woman to hold hands and sit so intimately.
"Does it make sense now?"
As she pondered, the man's face drew closer to hers.
Huangbo Hyo-seon pulled back in panic at a distance where their lips might touch if she leaned in even slightly.
"Ah, it seems consistent. Yeah."
A Demonic Cultist sending her such a clear, bright gaze.
"I'm glad. When you return to the Martial Alliance, please speak well of us."
He gripped her hands tightly, his voice earnest, seemingly oblivious to why she'd pulled away. It made her feel like she was the only one thinking strange thoughts.
Was there really no hidden agenda?
From the Cult Leader to this man holding her hand.
"B-But, still, isn't there something more concrete... something I can see with my own eyes?"
"Something to see with your own eyes..."
The man shook his head awkwardly and spoke.
"I can't promise I can show you anything definitive, but I'll come back tomorrow."
Huangbo Hyo-seon was the one who panicked at his words.
He'd told her everything he could, and here she was demanding physical proof like some skeptic.
His ready agreement to return tomorrow only made her feel ashamed.
"Prepare to go outside tomorrow."
Wasn't he going along with her baseless suspicions to the end?
For her to have tried to sabotage someone striving so hard for peace in the martial world, just because he was from the unorthodox side.
"...Thank you."
In truth, her persistent doubts stemmed from an animal instinct sensing the man's fantasies of throwing her down, but Huangbo Hyo-seon had no way of knowing that.
Anyway, the man would return tomorrow, scheming to pounce on her somehow.
Unaware of this, Huangbo Hyo-seon only felt ashamed of herself.
As dawn broke, Chae Su-ran visited her husband Gyeong Hyeon-dong's room early in the morning, just like always.
"Darling, how are you feeling today?"
"Ah, much better. I should be up in a day or two."
"I see."
But her demeanor was vastly different from before. No wiping his sweat or checking if he was eating well.
Seeing her husband groan and struggle just made whatever lingering affection or pity evaporate completely.
Chae Su-ran's mind was filled not with her husband, but with thoughts of Kang Yun—the man she'd cheated with—and whether he'd visit her tonight.
Just one day.
He hadn't even been gone a full day, yet her body, now awakened to pleasure, was restless.
"I'll leave one maid stationed in the room next door today as usual. Call her if you need anything."
"Got it."
Gyeong Hyeon-dong found it odd that his wife, who used to tend to his every need, was acting this way, but inwardly he was relieved.
Better than fussing over a woman who might discard him anytime.
Chae Su-ran guessed his thoughts but ignored them, heading back to her own room.
"Madam, the master..."
"You're on duty today? Handle it if he calls."
She needed to cool her heated body, aflame with thoughts of the man.
She brushed off the maid she met on the way, glanced at her puzzled expression, and hurried to her room.
Standing before the bed, she hesitated to lie down, suddenly worried her clothes would wrinkle.
Unlike at night, someone might come looking for her, and wrinkled clothes would raise suspicions.
"Hoo..."
Taking a deep breath to calm her twitching pussy, Chae Su-ran's eyes fell on the table corner.
Gulp.
Though she inwardly called it shameful, she couldn't endure the itching any longer. She hiked up her skirt and began rubbing her crotch against the edge.
"Hngh...!"
The hard, pointed wood pressed against her pussy through the silk undergarments.
'Not enough... not enough, but...!'
Compared to a thick, hot cock, it was inferior, but the firm wood scraping her slit brought a novel pleasure surging through her lower body.
The belated discovery of clitoral pleasure had turned her pussy, untouched by masturbation in her life, into something that craved the man's cock every night.
'Tonight... he'll come tonight, right?'
Not knowing what Kang Yun was up to at night, Chae Su-ran had no idea he'd be visiting Huangbo Hyo-seon again tonight.