Chapter 146
Chapter 146
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 146
Chapter Title: Catastrophe
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"Uh... huh...?"
Thanks to being gently pushed over, there was no sharp pain.
Instead, what I felt was the uniquely soft sensation of a woman's body and the fragrance of her hair tickling my nose.
The mature allure, different from Dang Ayoung's, washed over me from every direction, making my mind feel a bit hazy and cozy...
"Wh-what the hell are you doing right now?!"
-Thud!
Dang Ayoung's panicked voice snapped my dazed mind back to reality.
"Y-you can't just suddenly hug someone and knock them over like that! I don't know what's going on, but get off quick!"
Dang Ayoung said that as she tried to pull the Sword Empress off me, but the Sword Empress, who had already wrapped her arms around my body, showed no intention of letting go.
"Urgh... you! What are you doing? Try pulling her off too!"
"...Me?"
"...Ah."
If Dang Ayoung's strength wasn't enough, what chance did I have?
She didn't need to spell it out—I got the message.
In reality, I'd tried resisting too, but after figuring it out in one second, I'd given up.
Dang Ayoung was still grabbing the Sword Empress's body and tugging away,
the guide woman stood there with her mouth agape, unable to close it,
and Yeo Socheon looked utterly calm, as if she'd seen this coming, lost in thought.
Maybe spotting Yeo Socheon's expression?
"Th-Thunder Sword Lady! What the hell is this?! I never heard anything about this!"
Dang Ayoung started grilling her.
"I told you. Her condition's really bad."
"Bad condition doesn't mean she gets to pounce on some random guy!"
"Well, if we're splitting hairs, he's not exactly a random guy anymore. They've already shared their bodies."
"What?!"
Yeo Socheon's bombshell followed.
It was completely out of left field—no prior warning—so while I stared at her in shock, her voice echoed in my head via transmission.
[Just stay quiet. I'll handle it.]
"..."
[You weren't planning to hide it forever anyway, right? This is the perfect chance. Keep your mouth shut, play along, and follow my lead.]
I clamped my mouth shut after hearing that, abandoning whatever I'd been about to stammer out.
The train had already left the station.
No point muddling through now—I had to trust Yeo Socheon.
As I sat there with my heart in my throat,
"Wh-what do you mean? Shared bodies? With the Sword Empress? Her? When? Why?"
"Calm down first. There were circumstances that left no choice."
"How am I supposed to calm down?! One of you was already messing with my head, and now another one pops up..."
"Even if it was to save his life?"
"Huh?"
Dang Ayoung, who'd been flying into a rage, suddenly sounded flustered.
I just stayed quiet, watching to see what Yeo Socheon would say.
"You know they traveled together, right? There was an incident during that trip."
"An incident...?"
"He collapsed after taking severe internal damage from a Blood Cult ambush. That's when the Sword Empress willingly shared her energy through dual cultivation."
"What...?"
'...Oh yeah, that happened.'
I'd been too distracted by the "shared bodies" part to remember, but yeah, there was that backstory.
So, she'd sacrificed her precious first time to heal me—her lifesaver—and here I was suggesting we pretend it never happened...
'Damn, I was a total scumbag.'
If I'd been her, my affection would've plummeted through the floor and straight into the earth's core.
How swollen was my liver back then to even say that?
I wouldn't have dared unless my life was on the line right there.
Dang Ayoung, still looking confused but with her anger slightly defused, spoke up.
"So... dual cultivation means..."
"Intercourse. Though it had more intent than your average romp—like practicing a special technique, or in this case, healing."
"..."
Dang Ayoung pondered with a troubled expression for a long while before
"...Why didn't you tell me?"
-Flinch!
She shot me a look laced with complicated emotions.
What was I supposed to say here?
As I trembled, unable to admit I'd wanted to pretend it didn't happen, Yeo Socheon answered for me.
"He was out cold at the time—didn't even know what was happening. He probably came to after it was all over. Or maybe doesn't remember at all."
"...That bad?"
"Why else go that far? He'd have died without it. You know how fragile his body is."
"Mm..."
...It pricked my conscience a bit, but she wasn't wrong.
By the time I'd fully regained my senses, everything was done.
I vaguely recalled the process—maybe because I was in pain—but I hadn't truly snapped out of it until afterward.
...That wasn't why I hadn't told Dang Ayoung, though.
"...Ughhh..."
Dang Ayoung crossed her arms and groaned for a good while before
"...Hah. Fine, can't be helped. I lose."
She let out a sigh and raised both hands in surrender.
"I still feel like I got played, but with circumstances like that... You can't exactly chew out the person who saved his life for doing it. And timing-wise, if it hadn't been the Sword Empress back then, we wouldn't even have this relationship now. It happened while you were traveling after we split up... so..."
Her voice trailed off in resignation, but suddenly,
"...Wait, does that mean I wasn't your first?!"
"...You thought you were?"
"W-well... You said you'd lived in the mountains your whole life, so I figured I was obviously..."
"...Heh. Too bad. You're not."
Something oddly off about Yeo Socheon's tone, but I stayed focused on their conversation, still pinned under the Sword Empress.
Fortunately, she was just hugging me without escalating—though my cloak had somehow come off and my top was undone, exposing my chest...
"Huh?"
"Stay still... It's just a dream anyway. If it's a dream, a little indulgence should be fine."
"W-wait, Sword Empress! Sword Empress?! This isn't a dream!"
I had no idea how she'd undone everything while holding me with both arms, but as things turned dangerously intimate in seconds, I twisted desperately and called for help from Dang Ayoung and Yeo Socheon.
"H-hey! Th-the Sword Empress is acting weird! This is gonna end badly! Hey?!"
"N-now that I think about it, she was way too good for a first time. The foreplay was perfect... I thought it was just talent, but she wasn't a virgin after all..."
"Hmm... In that case, shouldn't we revisit our earlier talk?"
"Pardon...?"
"You pushed me pretty hard earlier assuming you were his first... But honestly, the first time matters most—second and third don't make that big a difference. What do you think, Poison Phoenix?"
"Th-that... ugh..."
"Is this really the time to fight over that?!"
Okay, it was huge for them!
Absolutely massive, even!
"I'm not in any position for that right now! Hey?!"
"Sigh..."
"Th-that tickles, don't blow on it! And Sword Empress wasn't like this before, was she?!"
She'd changed while I wasn't looking?!
She used to feel like a kind, reliable senior sister—now she was rubbing against me like she was drunk or something, ignoring my protests that this wasn't a dream.
Frankly, she was like a bitch in heat.
Not that it mattered—I was still trapped in her arms.
-Lick... lick...
"Ngh..."
As if reading my mind, the Sword Empress started licking my nape.
With things this far, my eyes inevitably drifted to her body, which I'd been trying to ignore.
Her breasts—too large for one hand—were pressed against me, transmitting their softness through her clothes.
Different from Dang Ayoung's youthful firmness; this was more mature and rich.
-Squish.
This world had no bras, so unless you bound them like Dang Ayoung, the sensation came right through. The Sword Empress went natural; I could even feel the hardness of her nipples through the thin fabric.
And with her straddling me, my legs were between hers. As I struggled to escape, I felt something unbelievable.
"..."
Nothing.
No bra was one thing, but no panties either?
Judging by the sensation on my knee—it might not be definitive, but...
"Um... Sword Empress."
-Lick...
"Wh-where'd you put your underwear?"
"..."
-Swish.
Thankfully, she heard me and stopped licking my nape, lifting her head to meet my eyes.
Her gaze burned with lust at its core, yet pure curiosity tinged her question.
"...Do I really have to wear it?"
I couldn't close my gaping mouth after her answer.