Chapter 108
Chapter 108
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 108
Chapter Title: Goal
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"..Let's put that aside for now."
"Please, just let it pass."
I hid my burning face and turned away from the Saintess.
I just couldn't openly stare at that outfit I'd tailored to my exact tastes.
Especially when it highlighted those specific areas so perfectly.
'Agh...'
It felt like someone had dug up my dark history and laid it bare, shame crashing over me in waves.
If it had been some 2D character illustration, sure—but this was real clothes on a real person.
As if reading my feelings, the Saintess struck a bold pose, thrusting out her chest with unabashed confidence.
The outfit amplified her already eye-catching exposed skin, seizing my gaze completely.
In the Central Plains, "revealing" outfits topped out at cleavage, thigh slits, or skin-tight clothes that traced every curve—and after a decade immersed in those, this brave new world(?) hit like a thunderbolt.
I was used to Master's looks, sure, but this was a whole different flavor of allure.
I got that she was trying to win me over, but she left herself wide open.
"So, does the Saintess have a wealth of sexual knowledge herself?"
It was a perfect counter to that rare gap, but...
Her blushing declaration left me on the ropes instead.
Stunned into silence, she pressed on.
"Ugh..."
Truth be told, any red-blooded man would have no reason to turn that down.
"But in exchange, I'd be a lifelong stud horse!"
There was no pleasure without responsibility—and the weight of that duty was immense.
Or maybe call it pleasure defined by its lack of responsibility.
Either way, it'd mean surrendering my freedom to spend life just sowing seeds.
Turn a week like lately into eternity—with multiple women, no less?
No thanks.
-I froze.
The Saintess's vibe shifted subtly.
Through the window, her hand pressed to her chest as she spoke.
That hand trembled faintly.
"..."
While I floundered for a response...
Her words brimmed with confidence.
And she had every right to it.
It wasn't wrong at all.
A bit cringy coming from her own mouth, but spot on.
And as sorry as I felt...
This was all I could say.
"Your breasts are smaller than Master's."
Ba fflement washed over the Saintess's face.
I felt bad even as I said it.
After ten years together, I knew exactly how monstrous Master's assets were—and that they were an unclimbable peak for most women, if not all.
Sure, I'd seen women with objectively impressive sizes: Dang Ayoung, the Sword Empress, even Yeo Socheon.
But from personal experience...
No one topped Master.
The Saintess was no exception.
Of course, the Saintess was plenty endowed—hell, the outfit wouldn't work otherwise.
But she couldn't hold a candle to Master.
"It's fine. Size isn't everything. No need to fret."
"Aw, c'mon, it was a joke."
I averted my eyes as she gloomily kneaded her own chest.
Luckily, we'd sidestepped the awkward mood.
With a classic villainous exit line, she vanished.
The moment I caught my breath...
"Oh. You're already here."
This time, no frantic rush—no lightning trail—as Yeo Socheon strolled up casually and boarded the carriage.
But one look at her, and I couldn't help but panic.
"..What happened to your face?"
"W-what do you mean?"
Unlike usual, her face was caked in heavy makeup—and way overdone at that.
The powder was so thick her skin looked ghostly pale; her eyebrows absurdly bold...
Classic first-timer newbie mistake: no restraint, just piled it on.
"Did you do makeup?"
"D-does it show?"
"It's so obvious, you'd have to be blind not to notice..."
"Hmph. First time hitting the road alone with a guy, so I put in some effort. N-not for your sake or anything. So? Looks good?"
"..."
Her reaction confirmed it inwardly.
This was her first time doing makeup.
Nothing else explained it.
'Sigh...'
I racked my brain for how to handle this.
Deep down, I wanted to grab a towel and scrub it all off—but with her personality, being that blunt would mean payback later.
So, the best workaround I could muster.
"Never seen you do makeup before, but you pulled it off well. Effort shows."
"R-really?"
"But... personally, I think your bare face is prettier. The makeup's a bit much."
I stepped closer to Yeo Socheon, brushing a finger against her brightly painted lips.
"You look best in your usual no-makeup self."
Did I nail it? She flushed red at my words,
"W-wait a sec! I'll wash it off and be right back!"
-Swoosh!
She vanished in a blur of afterimages.
"Uwaa..."
Finally alone again, I flopped onto the carriage floor, stretching out to shake off the fatigue.
"Ung... ng..."
The stiffness eased, a soft moan slipping out.
"Haa..."
After the stretch, I sighed and peered outside.
The sun hung high—nearly noon.
Seeing it jogged today's chaos through my mind.
Dang Ayoung, the Saintess, Yeo Socheon. Three women in mere hours since waking.
'Why are there only women around me...'
Anyone else might call it a blessing, but at this point, I craved a guy friend.
Someone to vent to about my mess, spill everything to without filters.
My head was a whirlwind—no one to confide in, forcing me to puzzle it out solo. Exhausting.
Come to think of it, back with Master, I couldn't even stretch freely.
If I did, she'd gripe about the moans—but how do you stop a natural sound?
I'd even exaggerated moans on purpose sometimes, figuring family would get it.
Her comeback? "Quit moaning for my sake."
'What's the big deal.'
Plenty of such disconnects over the years, but still—my sole family and savior in this world after a decade together.
When I bolted from the mountain, it was pure thrill at escaping boredom. Now? Part of me wished I'd just waited.
'Once I wrap up these loose ends, I'll hole up in the mountains for good...'
Biggest headache: the apocalypse.
And I had a rough lead on solving it.
The Saintess had harped on interference power's importance; recalling her past nudge to use Yeo Socheon against doom—it clicked.
Higher interference, easier to avert disaster. Simple as that.
And to boost it...
"I-I washed up properly."
-Splash
I eyed Yeo Socheon—makeup gone, face still damp as she wrung out her wet hair.
Squeeze more points out of Yeo Socheon.
That was my goal right now.