Chapter 127
Chapter 127
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 127
Chapter Title: Accident (Episode 7)
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"Guhhh..."
The moment his eyes fluttered open, what hit him first was pain radiating through his entire body. Especially concentrated in his groin area. And with it came a surge of rage.
"Yeo Sochen, you fucking..."
"I'm sorry! You're probably thirsty right now, so drink some water first!"
"Pfft?!"
The curse that had been about to spill from his lips was blocked by a water bottle.
He desperately wanted to swat the bottle away and unleash a torrent of profanity, but the cool sensation sliding down his throat made him grimace as he accepted it.
After yesterday's ordeal, his thirst was intense, after all.
-Gulp gulp
"..."
"..."
-Drip drip
As he glared daggers at Yeo Sochen while swallowing, she averted her eyes and broke out in a cold sweat.
At least she knows she fucked up.
'Hoo. Calm down. Just breathe.'
He really wanted to shove a barrage of expletives right in her face, but even so, spewing them directly at someone felt a bit much.
"If it's okay with you, can I call you a fucking cunt?"
"You already did!"
He decided to ask for permission first.
"Ah, it just slipped out in anger. I think that was a bit much, so how about fucking bitch whore?"
"That's what I mean—you already said it! And it got worse?!"
"Yeah, you slut."
"You're not even asking anymore?!"
After venting his fury with a few choice curses, he quenched his throat with the remaining water in the bottle.
He felt like he'd drunk plenty, but it still wasn't enough.
Probably because she'd wrung so much fluid out of him yesterday.
'Was it really just yesterday?'
Recalling the last scene before he blacked out, it was entirely possible he'd been unconscious for a full day, making his "yesterday" actually the day before.
Being underground, he couldn't tell if the date had changed anyway, so it didn't matter much.
Maybe because he'd finally let it all out honestly...
His anger started to subside bit by bit.
-Fidget fidget
Watching Yeo Sochen peek at him nervously even felt a little satisfying.
No, that's not right.
She was the one at fault, looking guilty.
"Haa..."
-Flinch!
As he sighed and set the now-empty bottle aside, Yeo Sochen trembled at the mere motion.
He schooled his face into the sternest expression he could muster and spoke to her.
"Don't you have anything to say to me?"
"I'm sorry!!"
-Thud!
The moment he opened his mouth, she dropped to her knees and slammed her forehead to the ground as if she'd been waiting for it.
It was the pose they'd called dogeza in his past life. Who knew he'd see it for real someday.
For the record, she wasn't naked.
Not that he wanted to see her that way right now.
His lower body was so numb it barely registered, so why would he want to look?
He was confident that even if the world's most alluring beauty came to tempt him now, it wouldn't stir him in the slightest.
Even if that beauty was his Master.
'...Why'd she pop into my head?'
-Shake shake
He shook his head to banish the sudden image of his Master from his mind and looked back at Yeo Sochen.
She was still forehead-planted on the floor, stealing glances at him.
"...Is that it?"
"Huh?"
"You know what you did wrong, right? Just saying 'sorry' covers it?"
"I-It was all my fault! From start to finish!"
"See? You don't even know what you did wrong, and you think a simple apology fixes it?"
"Th-Then what should I do?"
"That's for you to figure out. You gonna make me tell you? Are you really sorry?"
"Uwaaa..."
Yeo Sochen clawed at her hair, at a loss for words.
It felt like their genders had swapped roles, but after all this time, it wasn't anything new.
And he really was the victim here.
It was bad enough getting raped out of nowhere, but she'd gone so far it was practically torture...
"A real Daoist wouldn't pull this shit..."
"..."
Among the people he knew, only the Sword Empress truly embodied what a Daoist should be.
Kind-hearted, always helping others, never mindlessly cutting down villains but giving them a chance first—Yeo Sochen could learn a thing or two from that mindset.
"Just... don't talk."
"..."
"What? Got something to say?"
"N-No! Nothing!"
Yeo Sochen made a face like she had complaints, then quickly looked down.
Who the hell has complaints here?
The rapist does?
"...Anyway, bring me something to eat. I'm gonna die like this."
"Y-Yes... Just wait a moment..."
His body had lost so much protein that his head spun as he clutched it, accepting the food Yeo Sochen brought.
-Tremble tremble
'How much did she drain me, exactly?'
Even if his body was inherently weak, staring silently at his shaking hands that couldn't even hold chopsticks properly...
"U-Um, if it's hard for you, I can feed you..."
"Don't try any tricks."
"...Yes."
Yeo Sochen tried an obvious ploy.
Forcing strength into his hands, he managed to eat bit by bit. As strength slowly returned, eating became easier.
-Clench
'...'
Seeing his lower body recover first of all things was utterly ridiculous.
Even if reproductive instinct outranked survival in raw biology, after yesterday's ordeal, watching it stand at attention again was insane.
"Wh-Why are you staring? Is something wrong...?"
"...I don't want to see your face. Turn around while I eat."
"...Yeees."
-Downcast
Yeo Sochen turned her back to him with a gloomy expression.
He felt no pity.
It was tragic enough getting raped, but she'd stimulated his dead, drained dick with electricity all the way to the prostate, forced it erect, then milked it root-deep.
'Still hurts...'
His body had insane stamina and semen volume to match, yet she'd extracted it all in three goes, then forced one more. No need to explain how abused his dick and urethra were.
It was erect, sure, but improperly recovered—forcing it up tore at his urethra with searing pain.
Closing his eyes inwardly, he hummed a half-forgotten national anthem to calm himself until he realized this wasn't a battlefield anymore. Only then did she bow her head again.
At this point, he even felt a twinge of fear.
This wasn't a normal human body—it was like a sex machine built for the purpose. How the hell did he end up with...
'Wait a sec.'
He narrowed his eyes and looked up at the ceiling.
No sky visible thanks to the roof, but someone up there was probably watching, so whatever.
'This body's a possessed one.'
After over ten years, he'd grown used to it, but originally, it wasn't his.
A soul transmigrated into another's flesh.
And the one who'd put him here was...
-Gaze upward
"..."
He looked up to the heavens with complicated emotions.
Usually, thunder would rumble by now, but this time, nothing.
'Hey. At least react or something.'
Come to think of it, midway through yesterday, Yeo Sochen's demeanor had shifted abruptly. Thinking back, it was probably the work of the heavenly powers.
'But why?'
Why the hell would they do that?
What reason did gods have to borrow a woman's body and fuck a mere human?
The thought crossed his mind, but then memories of Earth myths flashed by—especially the most famous thunder god.
'...Could be.'
Suddenly, it made sense. The lightning imagery overlapped perfectly.
If he just chalked it up to the heavenly powers having a hobby of kidnapping men and raping them...
-Splash!
"Hic!"
Water suddenly poured over his head.
"Wh-What's wrong?!"
"S-Sudden water from... somewhere..."
"Water...?"
Looking up in alarm, he glimpsed what might have been a dark cloud fragment before it vanished.
He could've sworn he heard a snort in his head. Despite his cooled rage, fresh heat rose to his face.
If no, then no—but dumping water on someone?
And right after mentioning lightning, it switched to rain. Clear proof she was paying attention.
"H-Here. Wipe with this."
Yeo Sochen handed him a cloth with a flustered look, and he dabbed himself dry.
-Pat pat
"Agh... seriously..."
Shaking off the water, he saw Yeo Sochen fidgeting anxiously before him again.
Seeing her like that reminded him of something he'd been putting off but needed to address.
"So, what do we do now?"
"Huh? Wh-What do you mean?"
"I got one-sidedly violated, but we did sleep together. Setting aside responsibility and all that, how are you gonna explain it to the Sword Empress or Dang Ayoung?"
"Ah..."
Yeo Sochen looked like the thought hadn't even crossed her mind.
Her face paled in an instant.
"...You do have a plan, right?"
"O-Of course! You think I'd rape you without thinking that far ahead?!"
Wouldn't it be weirder if you did?
The thought flitted by, but he decided to hear her out first.
"...Since this happened, we should elope in love!"
"Cut the bullshit!"
"I-I'm kidding!"
Unsure if she was serious or joking, he shoved Yeo Sochen's body away.