Chapter 143
Chapter 143
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 143
Chapter Title: Summons
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I don't know who it was, but I was saved.
I quickly glanced around cautiously and pointed toward the door where the sound had come from.
"Uh, looks like someone's here."
"...What about it."
"W-well, it could be urgent news. If we ignore it and they force their way in..."
"...Tch."
I'd omitted "like someone," but Yeo Sochun had no real comeback, so she clicked her tongue and turned her head.
"Whatever it is, let's check it out quick. No matter how urgent, it can't be more pressing than this."
'Please let it be urgent.'
If it meant escaping this situation, I felt like I could sell my soul to the devil.
How was I supposed to choose in this hellish dilemma where every path led to suffering?
Sure, two absolute beauties telling me to pick one sounded like every man's fantasy,
but
'Don't fall for it...'
I was certain that picking either one meant I wouldn't leave the bed for the foreseeable future.
If I called her my wife, she'd whine about it sweetly; if a concubine, she'd get mad and whine. I could already picture the immediate future: nonstop sex until I passed out, woke up, and repeated.
"I'll go check. I'm the homeowner, after all."
"I'll come too."
"...Fair enough. It might be someone looking for you."
In truth, Dang Ayoung's house hadn't always been a place people dropped by so often.
As she'd mentioned before, it wasn't one she used regularly—until she and I got involved, and we ended up staying here continuously.
With my heart pounding in anticipation, I opened the half-broken door and saw...
"...A beggar?"
"Aigoo, hello there. Hehe."
He looked like every one of ten people would call him a beggar without hesitation.
"...I haven't requested any info from the Beggars' Sect lately."
"Aww, not all beggars are with the Beggars' Sect. Only the top-tier, capable ones join up. The likes of us..."
"So, what's your business?"
Yeo Sochun cut off the beggar sharply.
She still seemed affected by Dang Ayoung's age jabs earlier—her voice had an edge to it.
"Nothing major... Someone asked me to deliver this letter here."
"...A letter?"
"Beggars are great at this stuff. Give us coin, we'll do anything."
It wasn't all that surprising.
As he said, beggars took any job for money, and since they stuck to the same haunts, finding people or relaying messages was practically their main gig.
"Here you go."
The beggar handed the letter straight to Dang Ayoung.
"It doesn't look dangerous, does it? No bombs or anything..."
"Doesn't seem so. No poison either."
Who was I even worried about?
Worrying if something might harm the daughter of the Sichuan Tang Clan, experts in poison and hidden weapons. What a life.
I should be worrying about myself.
"...Well, fine. Wonder who would send me a letter..."
"Don't you have a lot of friends?"
"Plenty, but none desperate enough to write letters. They just use the transport agencies anyway."
"Don't hold back. Why would friends of someone living in a fancy place like this hire beggars?"
"...Yeah, you're right."
'Hmm...'
Made sense when I thought about it.
"Uh... now that you've got the letter... so..."
-Ping!
"Aigoo, thank you kindly!"
He'd been rubbing his hands nervously, but snatched the silver coin Dang Ayoung tossed and bolted.
"...Wonder what the letter's about."
"Let's check already. We were in the middle of something important."
"...I think it's fine to take our time opening it."
I wanted to delay as long as possible, but Yeo Sochun was prodding, and Dang Ayoung—apparently on the same page—unfolded the letter anyway.
"...Huh? This is addressed to you."
"Me?"
"Faceless Golden Ghost... Haven't heard that nickname in ages. It's for you."
"Oh... uh..."
Dang Ayoung handed it over.
"Why would mail for me come to your house?"
"Come on, anyone who matters knows you're crashing here. How long have you even been in Shaanxi? Beggars hear everything—day or night."
"...True."
On Earth, maybe privacy mattered, but here, address changes weren't a big deal.
I inwardly wondered if Dang Ayoung was starting to have me by the nose, then unfolded the letter fully.
It was indeed addressed to me, just as she'd said.
As I read it eagerly, Yeo Sochun and Dang Ayoung resumed glaring at each other.
"I hear you two have been at it nonstop, day and night. Isn't that a bit inconsiderate to your partner? What if he wears himself out?"
"W-what's wrong with that?!"
"I get young folks are full of vigor, but moderation! Ten times a day? You trying to kill him?!"
"I-if anything, you're the inconsiderate one, Thunderclap Sword! Word is you pushed him so hard he passed out!"
"You make him pass out every time too!"
"At least I don't leave him wrecked the next day! Gotta save some for then!"
"...Is she actually proud of that...?"
By the time I'd reached the middle of the letter, my expression had soured.
"Y-you said four times, right, Thunderclap Sword? If we're counting, you're the one lacking consideration—knocking him out after just four!"
"A-hem... But flip it around: doesn't that mean I made him feel better than you did?"
"...Huh?"
"You got ten. I got four. Assuming the total... volume was similar, that means on average, he released way more per time with me, right? Everyone knows semen volume correlates with pleasure."
"Uh... wha...?"
-Tremble tremble
The further down I read, the more my hands shook uncontrollably.
Normally I'd tune out Yeo Sochun and Dang Ayoung's banter, but even that was just noise now—I couldn't focus.
"Th-that's 'cause I feed him all the good stuff to boost his stamina!"
"Even with the best care, that's 2.5 times more by simple math. You think that gap's from your cooking? I don't starve him, you know? And what about those weeks on the road building up? A vigorous guy like him, weeks of abstinence—no way he wasn't in peak condition."
"Th-that's..."
"You said you learned bedroom arts... and that's all you got? I was a virgin then, you know?"
"N-no! I held back for his sake! Yours was rape, Thunderclap Sword! You didn't care about his state—just chased your own lust till he blacked out! Don't brag about it! I could do that much too!"
"...Urk!"
"And yeah, I asked if that's all from someone who learned the arts. Because you learned them. Healthy bedroom arts satisfy both partners for mutual health. Think: brutal rape four times till blackout with aftereffects, versus drawn-out peaks over time, drifting off in bliss. Which is better for him and healthier?"
"...I could do that too if I tried! Ten times? Pfft, I could go twenty!"
"Ha! Think I can't? If I really tried, I could too!"
I felt intense vibrations through the table, but my mind was too fried to care.
The letter's contents were that shocking and bewildering.
My head emptied, went blank—no thoughts at all.
"Ah..."
A sigh escaped before I knew it, drawing stares from the bickering pair.
"...What's wrong?"
"Threat letter? 'Do what we say or die' type?"
"...This priest sure has a foul mouth..."
"You might not know, but I used to be famous. 'If storm clouds and blue lightning show on the battlefield, don't panic no matter what.' I'm actually milder now."
"Come to think of it, your active days were before I was born or just a baby..."
"This bitch keeps bringing up my age—"
"Um..."
My voice trembled like my hands.
"...Is it really bad? You look awful."
"Maybe an obituary for someone close..."
"W-well, it's..."
-Drop
I couldn't stop my limp hand from dropping the letter as I spoke.
"The... Demonic Cult is summoning me...?"
I'd half-expected it someday, tried to shove it from my mind.
The words I'd prayed never to hear had arrived.