Chapter 28
Chapter 28
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 28
Chapter Title: I Want to Hold You... (2)
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My master had arrived. Right in the heart of the Tang Family, no less.
It wasn't exactly a normal situation for someone who was basically the king of lechers to show up smack in the middle of a massive righteous faction stronghold...
'He must be confident he won't get caught...'
The master who had the gall to ignore even the Sword Saint—known as the greatest swordsman of the righteous factions—just to satisfy his own lust.
He wouldn't have come if he thought he'd get nabbed by Peng Yeon-hwa, who was a step below the Sword Saint.
"I've heard roughly how you made your way here. You caused a scene at a tavern under the Underground Network's influence."
"...I had no idea."
"I told you to behave, and instead you show up at the Tang Family looking like a beggar. Do you have any idea how startled I was?"
I felt wronged. To plead my case, I gave him a rough rundown of how Huangbo Hyo-seon had bitten me.
"That Sword Saint isn't just crazy himself—his granddaughter's deranged too. What kind of lunatic assumes there's poison just by looking at the size?"
My words...
"Who the hell is this Yeom Wang-do guy? Wasn't the Sword Saint chasing after you, Master?"
"One of the top peak experts out there. An unorthodox master."
My master furrowed his brow and continued.
"If he openly said he was chasing me, it'd cause all sorts of problems. So that Sword Saint probably picked out a scapegoat nearby in advance and spread rumors that he was pursuing him instead."
"What? Then..."
"That's how it'll probably spread through the Jianghu: the Namgung family's experts clashed with Yeom Wang-do, two of them died, and the Sword Saint swooped in to save Eon So-young and Namgung Hye from danger."
"..."
"It protects the victims' honor, safeguards his own reputation, and lets him clean up a filthy unorthodox master on top of it. A brilliant move, right?"
My master sneered.
"That's why they call him a mad dog. For the sake of maintaining righteous order, he's the type to take an unorthodox master's life without a second thought."
Wait, but didn't you kill two righteous experts just to get with Namgung Hye?
Hypocrite much?
"There are people coming this way."
"Probably the maids. It's about time for them to help with morning preparations..."
"Oh, so you were enjoying yourself right up until they arrived? As the successor to the Color Heaven Sect, that's a very promising lifestyle."
My master smirked at me, and for some reason, I couldn't meet his eyes. What? Let's have some wild sex too.
"Now that I know you're here, I'll come back tonight. Don't call any Tang girls over."
"...Understood."
Unlike Eon So-young, who was a hostage and came every day, Tang Hye-won had her own duties and couldn't visit daily.
She came yesterday, so she probably wouldn't today. But why did it feel so frustrating?
"See you later, then."
"Yes, take care, Master."
The moment I bowed, my master flung open the window, leaped out, and vanished. Tonight, I should ask Go Cheon about learning some martial arts.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong received her son's morning greetings alongside her husband, Go Cheon.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
"...Yes."
The stiff reply kicked off a purely formal exchange, and once her son withdrew, Zhuge Mi-ryeong let out a sigh.
Go Cheon, sitting beside her, asked,
"Is something wrong? You've seemed off the past few days."
"Nothing at all. I'm just... a bit tired."
Zhuge Mi-ryeong suppressed the surge of guilt as she met her husband's worried gaze.
What could she say? That she'd been sucking her son's cock, but he'd tormented her so much afterward that things felt awkward between them?
'I must be crazy.'
It had all started when she'd taken pity on her son, unable to calm his rock-hard erection.
She should have scolded him harshly... But every time she looked at his face, Zhuge Mi-ryeong found herself wondering.
'Even if I could go back, could I really do it differently?'
Zhuge Mi-ryeong couldn't come to an easy answer.
Her son's manhood rising unmistakably at the sight of her body, the way he'd kept glancing at her out of shame.
If she saw that again, she'd probably end up pulling down his pants with an excuse like "just this once."
Besides, the real reason she was acting so coldly toward her son lay elsewhere.
The perceptive woman knew exactly why she was building walls between them.
'A mother getting aroused by her own son's cock...'
That day, Zhuge Mi-ryeong had planned to scold her son harshly for ejaculating so freely down her throat.
It was only to relieve his urges— he must never see his mother as a woman.
But before she could even get the words out, she had to shut her mouth again.
She'd belatedly realized her own lower body was burning hot.
Shame had turned her mind blank in that instant, and she'd fled in a panic.
After that, Zhuge Mi-ryeong avoided meeting her son's eyes. One look, and she'd remember that day—how he'd gazed down at her like she was a tool, a bitch in heat.
Shaking off the memory, Zhuge Mi-ryeong clasped the hand of her husband, who was watching her with concern.
"It's really nothing. Our son... he's back home. What do we have to worry about?"
What was she thinking? She had her loving husband right there, the man who cherished her.
Once her son found a girl his own age, his interest in his mother would fade.
Things could return to normal. A sturdy husband, a good son, a happy family.
Zhuge Mi-ryeong believed that without a doubt.
"Your expression looks off again today..."
He wasn't hoping for her to suddenly become affectionate, just a little change—but with her maintaining such a stone wall, regret gnawed at him.
Unlike Eon So-young or Tang Hye-won, whom he'd met under special circumstances, he had no clue how to advance things with her.
Which made it all the more frustrating that he'd missed the chance last time...
As he walked along regretting it, a maid came hurrying from the opposite direction.
It was the bright-eyed one who'd apologized earlier for being late with morning preparations.
"Young Master, Miss Tang Yeong is here to see you."
"Tang Yeong?"
Who? As I tilted my head, the maid explained.
"She's the family head's daughter."
"What does she want?"
Aside from greeting the family head when I arrived, I hadn't interacted much with the Tang Family members.
Building connections here wouldn't amount to anything useful anyway, so why bother?
Once my master's identity came out, all those ties would reset.
The maid lowered her eyes and replied,
"I-I'm not really sure..."
"I see. Then I'll find out when I meet her."
I'd just finished morning greetings— was it proper etiquette for someone to visit another's quarters this early?
Oh, right. Technically, this wasn't someone else's house; it was basically mine.
The maid went in to announce me, and once permission was granted, I entered to find a young woman sitting there as if it were her own room, calmly sipping tea.
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Kang Yun."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Tang Yeong."
She gave a casual reply to my introduction and tilted her teacup again. What was this girl even here for?
She wouldn't even look at me, as if she had zero interest, then spoke up.
"You're quite diligent for morning."
"I just came from paying morning respects."
"Even though you're a fake?"
"..."
I was speechless. With her sharp features reminiscent of Peng Yeon-hwa, she tossed out rude remarks while slurping her tea contentedly.
"I was just curious—if you're fake, why bother occupying the seat and acting like the real son with those visits?"
I couldn't tell if she was just a terrible person or incapable of watching her words.
Either way, it pissed me off.
"...Is that why you came?"
"As if."
Tang Yeong let out a short laugh. Her face took after Peng Yeon-hwa's, so it was sharp but beautiful—yet her bitchy vibe ruined it. Proof that personality and expressions matter most.
"Auntie asked me to look after you, so here I am."
Tang Hye-won? Why?
"I don't know how long this arrangement will last, but getting along with you means I can stay on good terms with the Zhuge heroine too, right?"
"You're straightforward."
So, no interest in me, but there's some benefit to be had, so I'll play nice. Who says something so brazenly obnoxious?
The world really is vast. Fucking vast.
"So if you have any troubles or questions, come find me."
"...Yes, I'll gratefully accept your kindness."
Tang Yeong chuckled and stood up, leading the maid who'd shown me in as she left. Watching her back, one thought crossed my mind.
'So what the hell was the point of coming here?'
"Hoo..."
Tang Yeong let out a long breath. But no matter how slowly she tried to exhale, her pounding heart showed no signs of calming.
Seeing the maid's concerned look, Tang Yeong hurriedly asked,
"How was it? How was it?"
"Miss..."
"Did Young Master Kang feel my aloof charm? Huh?"
Yu Ha shook her head at the young lady mistaking her off-putting attitude for aloof allure.
"Miss... I think you messed up..."
"Huh? Why?"
Growing up as the Tang Family's precious golden child had left Tang Yeong with few social experiences—she didn't grasp the simple truth that "ah" and "eo" are worlds apart.
"I praised him for being so diligent this early, and told him to come to me anytime he has troubles?"
Yu Ha regretted advising the sharp-featured miss that emphasizing her "aloof charm" would be more appealing.
"It's the delivery... Young Master Kang definitely didn't take it well..."
"B-but he said he'd gratefully accept my kindness..."
"He's a guest, miss... Of course he'd say that instead of telling you to get lost right in front of him?"
As Yu Ha pointed out each flaw, Tang Yeong's mind went blank.
"B-but I heard that acting a bit high-and-mighty is supposed to be good..."
"Where did you hear that...?"
Yu Ha looked almost enlightened. Tang Yeong mumbled in a shrinking voice,
"From the latest romance novel..."
"Miss! Fiction isn't reality!"
Yu Ha laid into the crestfallen Tang Yeong mercilessly.
It was as if maid and mistress had swapped roles.
To Tang Yeong, using her aunt Tang Hye-won's name to bond with Kang Yun seemed like a solid plan.
She'd already confirmed that the two, who only brushed past each other, barely even exchanged greetings.
All she needed was to subtly hint at wanting to get closer—success. But in Yu Ha's eyes, it looked doomed.
Tang Yeong, age 20.
A clumsy, innocent sheltered maiden whose heart had been stolen by a lecher she'd merely passed by.