Chapter 165
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 165
Chapter Title: Moyong Seol Wants to ■■ (2)
-----------------------------------------------------------------
A subtle atmosphere drifted between Moyong Seol and Myo Narang in that instant.
Originally, just between instructor and student.
The two women hadn't shared much contact before, but thanks to that certain incident Geum Sihyeon had dubbed the 'Pafu Pafu Event,' they ended up with a strong connection.
And.
Compared to her usual conduct.
Moyong Seol's somewhat bold fashion choice clearly crossed into the gray zone, at least in Myo Narang's eyes.
"Instructor, it suits you so well!"
But that was just on the surface.
Myo Narang beamed brightly, showering Moyong Seol with praise for her figure.
But praise can differ depending on who gives it and when.
Myo Narang's face looked endlessly innocent.
Yet Moyong Seol caught a glimpse of the Tang Family bloodline lurking beneath.
That gaze unmistakably.
Fixed on her chest.
Lingering with envy for what she herself lacked.
"Uh, uh-huh..."
Besides, Moyong Seol had already half-decided to break their promise anyway.
She couldn't accept the praise at face value and could only muster an awkward smile.
"Huuu, huu."
Dragged here against her will, and still unaccustomed to the outwardly cold impression of Instructor Moyong Seol, Tang Narin trembled pitifully.
So even when Myo Narang tugged at her, she wouldn't budge.
Sticking to the wall in the corner, the spot least exposed to prying eyes.
"Aigoo, sis. Fine, just wait there quietly then."
Giving up on dragging Tang Narin along, Myo Narang left her for a moment and skipped lightly over to Moyong Seol.
The natural grace of a towering mountain, untouched by any embellishments.
"Seol sis, a full-body assault is against the rules. Remember?"
At Myo Narang's whisper as she approached, Moyong Seol unwittingly recalled their promise from before.
- Honestly, our sect leader... Sihyeon, well, um, I think he'd jump at the chance if a woman stripped naked and seduced him. Not that I haven't had opportunities myself?
- ...What are you trying to say, Observer Myo Narang?
- Let's keep it fair. You like Sihyeon too, right, Instructor? I'm not talking about some stuffy main wife nonsense... but at least, let's leave the choice to Sihyeon.
Fair.
That word stabbed into Moyong Seol's heart like an awl.
No! She's living under the same roof!
And her chest is huge too!
...She couldn't voice such protests.
The fact that she hadn't actively seduced him even in that environment... charitably speaking, it was modesty.
...The complaint of someone not yet desperate, still comfortably full...
Swallowing such thoughts with effort.
"Yeah... I remember."
She could only affirm the proposition that a full-body assault was cheating.
Myo Narang's pure, radiant smile grew even brighter.
"Hehe, but... Seol sis. Don't you think that outfit over there suits you better?"
"Huh?"
At Myo Narang's sudden suggestion, Moyong Seol turned her head.
"Oh..."
And she had to agree.
It was the same style as what she wore now, but embroidered with slightly more luxurious and refined patterns.
"Hmm, no good. Sis, let me help a bit. Okay?"
"Huh? Uh?"
"Help dress up Narin sis later too. Come on!"
"Uh...?"
The towering mountain's subtle intimidation from moments ago had vanished somewhere.
"Hmm, so this is what a bountiful chest feels like? Uh-huh... From my experience, stuffing it like that will hurt. So, like this, and this."
"Oh..."
With her kindly innocent eyes, Myo Narang not only picked out Moyong Seol's clothes but also straightened her attire and even helped with makeup.
The result.
"This... is me?"
Moyong Seol uttered the exact reaction Geum Sihyeon had hoped for from Yeonhong, letting out a deep sigh of admiration.
Compared to the outfit the clerk had picked earlier, this one amplified her elegance, poise, and subtle allure even further.
Gazing at her reflection in the mirror.
Am I... too sensitive...?
Is she... really a good girl...?
Moyong Seol felt a bit confused.
Three hours later.
"Oh... Seol noona. What brings this on?"
"What, can't I wear something like this?"
Observing the undisguisable surprise and admiration in Geum Sihyeon's eyes, Moyong Seol wore a blissful, beaming smile.
This was it.
Yeah, so what if she couldn't cause a scene today.
She still had... eight months until she turned thirty...
"Noona, try this too."
"Mm!"
Anyway, Moyong Seol was happy.
It would have been better if she'd just thought 'this is enough' and moved on.
"Sihyeon. Why do you keep glancing at your phone?"
"Well... Kira or whatever."
"...?"
"Ah, no. Work stuff. Sorry if it bothered you, haha..."
Another incomprehensible mutter from Geum Sihyeon as usual today, but she could let it slide.
It wasn't the first day or anything.
Anyway.
He was still kind, affectionate, lovable, handsome, and reliable to her—no change there.
"Hmm. Should I shake things up here...?"
Even as they shared an intimate meal, Geum Sihyeon kept sneaking peeks at his smartphone in between.
Of course.
Moyong Seol was a wise woman who knew how to separate work and personal matters.
It hadn't been long since Geumhyeon Sect officially opened its doors, so he must have pressing business.
When a great man with ambitions of glory seeks to achieve his dreams, his first wife should quietly believe, support, and assist him—that was the way of the jianghu.
So Moyong Seol didn't show any sign of it.
"President, sorry to interrupt your meal."
"Hm...? Seol noona, excuse me for a moment."
The place where Moyong Seol and Geum Sihyeon were enjoying their meal was one of the taverns returned to his name.
While Geum Sihyeon stepped away to handle CEO duties.
Moyong Seol's head subtly peeked toward his empty seat.
And.
"...?"
Moyong Seol's eyes widened in shock.
On Geum Sihyeon's smartphone screen was that wildly popular thing on Mutube lately, V-something-or-other, some kind of virtual girl anyway.
Wearing cat ears, with a troubled expression but a smile tugging at her lips, some girl was chattering away.
And.
She saw it.
[Total Cumulative Donations: 23 nyang gold, 57 nyang silver (Current Donation Rank: 2nd)]
"Uh..."
Geum Sihyeon's secret taste she'd never imagined.
Of course, in reality.
It was the result of deliberately stoking donation wars to hook the big spenders, with all donations meticulously paybacked to Geum Sihyeon's pocket after fees.
But Moyong Seol, not even his first wife yet—still evolving from big sis to potential girlfriend—couldn't possibly understand that fully.
Thus.
Whoosh...!
Moyong Seol's eyes blazed with fury.
How dare some virtual wench toy with her Shani Shani!
But she knew from eight more years of life experience than Geum Sihyeon—twenty-nine years of hard-earned wisdom—that blind rage wouldn't solve anything.
So.
Why did he fall for it?
She needed to analyze that point and counter it.
"This, maybe?"
Moyong Seol's gaze landed on the perky ears of the virtual girl Yeonhong.
It made sense upon reflection.
Geum Sihyeon had a tall, handsome, manly build worthy of a true hero.
But he had this unexpected charm, a fondness for small, cute things like animals.
He trained diligently.
Worked diligently.
Yet never skipped walks with Sirang.
He drew firm lines with other women, but doted on Luri with a father's affectionate gaze, carrying her around.
Yes.
Geum Sihyeon liked small and cute things.
Then, her own hills...!
Come to think of it, earlier he'd stared at her padded chest for over ten seconds and nodded!
"Sorry about that. Just a little commotion."
"Ah, ah, no, good work...!"
The moment she realized her own embarrassing thoughts, Moyong Seol's cheeks flushed red.
Her hand fidgeted with the love letter in her pocket, written with heartfelt care stroke by stroke.
But sober, she could never hand it over in embarrassment.
"I've been away too long, so let's have a drink?"
"Well... sure. You didn't get drunk, did you?"
"Pfft, a martial artist getting drunk on this?"
Today too, Moyong Seol planned to borrow the power of alcohol.
It had already been a week since I'd tossed the passed-out Moyong Seol—who kept claiming she had something to say while downing drinks nonstop—into the tavern's VIP room.
Today's me was immersed in serious philosophical contemplation.
How is the value of an object determined?
Its practical utility?
Or the aesthetic beauty it holds?
Well, opinions vary.
But ultimately, it boils down to one thing.
Rarity.
Diamonds aren't expensive because they're the hardest or most beautiful.
They're rare.
So as soon as industrial diamond tech advanced, diamond values started plummeting.
Thus, I had no intention of easily devaluing my golden-egg-laying goose.
So, for the Vtubers 2nd Gen recruitment event.
Sorry, but...
I enacted a fitting 'balance patch' in the name of divine will.
Moyong Seol, 3 entries. Please, no Mutube debut for Ice Gyungdu.
Unhak, 10 entries. Where'd this beggar get the money? Crazy bastard?
Moyong Wicheon, 2 entries. And what's this guy's deal?
I incinerated every entry from anyone I could classify as an acquaintance.
Regrettable, but...
Even one lustful fiend was enough to drive me mad, so no way I'd let those around me fall to Vtubing.
The money? I'd naturally slip it back via sleight of hand later.
"Uuu, Sihyeon?"
"Yes, Instructor Moyong Seol."
"..."
In her scandalously shed propriety china dress outfit, having likewise tossed aside all restraint and made a fool of herself, Seol noona was eyeing me guiltily.
"Nothing happened at all. Don't worry, Instructor Moyong Seol."
"...Really, nothing happened...?"
"For now."
"For now... what...?"
Geum Sihyeon's 28 Articles of Business.
Article 6: Do not touch a drunken woman's body.
A principle I'd upheld purely since my past life.
...Though somehow I'd never touched a sober woman's body either, but whatever.
"So, what's this top-secret intel?"
I'd planned to make her pay for her drunken antics by avoiding her for another week, but business is business, personal is personal.
Putting private feelings before official duties wouldn't make me a good sect leader.
"Well, you might've heard already."
"Not really... any issues worth keeping secret?"
"Luri didn't tell you?"
Why bring up Luri?
"I see. Well... We got contact from the Martial Alliance and the Academy recently."
"What kind?"
"Heavenly Demon Divine Cult is sending an envoy."
"Pardon?"
"To Hundred Flowers Academy."
"Pardon?"
"Even the Cult Leader's coming, they say."
"...Pardon?"