Chapter 180
Chapter 180
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Imprint
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-Rip!
...
-Bolt upright!
"Gasp...! Gasp...!"
The soft sensation of the plush bed and blankets pressed against my body.
I frantically clutched at the covers and scanned my surroundings. The dim but familiar room came into view.
It was Dang Ayoung's room.
My de facto room, where I'd spent more time than in my own lately.
-Bang!
"What happened?! Cramp in your leg?!"
Dang Ayoung burst through the door at the sound of my scream and rushed over. I pulled her into a desperate embrace.
-Squeeze!
"Oh."
"Gasp... Gasp..."
In my position, my face ended up buried right in Dang Ayoung's ample bosom, but she and I were long past caring about that.
With my mind in turmoil, I had simply clung to the nearest reliable presence.
-Pat pat
Face pressed to her chest, I heard the steady thump of her heartbeat and felt her hands gently patting my back without a word.
That comforting touch gradually diluted the sticky, horrific remnants of the dream clinging to my body with the air of reality.
About ten minutes passed like that.
"..."
"Feeling better?"
"...Yeah."
I finally managed to loosen my grip around Dang Ayoung's waist.
Thankfully, my body—including the hand I'd placed on her waist—had calmed considerably from the trembling state just moments ago.
-Pat pat
"You just got home after so long, and this happens. Nightmare?"
"...Nightmare..."
Her words brought the events from the dream flashing back through my mind, setting my whole body shaking again. In the end, I had no choice but to lean on her once more.
"Whew, must've been a nasty one, whatever it was. I'm not going anywhere—calm down."
-Stroke stroke
"Hoo... Hoo..."
No matter what I'd endured in reality, the content of this dream was something I couldn't just brush off.
Not content with imprisoning me by force like the Heavenly Demon had, now my own daughter—whom I'd fathered—was raping me...
"Urgh..."
"There, there... Calm down, calm down..."
It was the kind of dream that could leave a trauma if I wasn't careful.
Even if someone scoffed that a mere dream couldn't cause trauma, its unnatural vividness was one issue, but the content itself was far worse.
'My daughter...'
Anyone else—even a complete stranger—I could endure being raped by.
But my own daughter? Impregnated with my genes, my seed, birthed by that woman... and then she rapes me?
It was an unimaginable, nightmarish memory I didn't even want to fathom.
And even amid it all, this cursed body of mine had gotten erect without a hint of resistance, just like always with women...
'No way.'
I could endure anything else, but not that.
I'd sooner cross into the Saintess's world and live as a stud horse than let my daughter rape me. Never...
...
"Better now? For real?"
"...Yeah."
"Still, just in case. Keep hugging if you want."
"..."
"It's late anyway. Let's just lie down. If you can't sleep, I'll keep you company all night."
With that, Dang Ayoung gently lifted me, lay down on the bed, and settled in.
Come to think of it, I'd clung to her so long she'd been stuck in an uncomfortable position, yet she hadn't complained once.
"Want me to sing you a lullaby?"
"...Pfft."
"Ah, you laughed."
"...Don't try to make me laugh when I'm feeling down..."
"Wasn't trying to make you laugh~"
...Her unexpected quip shattered the mood.
I'd been about to seriously mull things over now that the atmosphere had lightened...
"Damn it..."
"Still thinking about it?"
"What kind of lullaby from someone who's not even my mom—or a sister, for that matter? We're the same age."
Factoring in my past-life age, I was way older.
"Can't you treat me a bit more like a husband?"
"How should I treat my husband?"
"...Start by not babying me, for one."
"Hmm~"
Dang Ayoung let out a soft hum and pulled me closer.
"How am I supposed to treat a husband like an adult when he wakes from a scary dream and immediately buries his face in his wife's chest?"
"...It wasn't a scary dream."
"And even normally, you act so spoiled. Pouting cutely several times a day."
"That's because you tell me to...!"
"Then tonight, be a proper husband and take the lead? I'll play the shy bride and stay still."
"...I'll pass on talking."
I'd tried taking the lead a few times already.
I knew exactly how it always ended, yet she still said things like that...
"Don't tease."
"Why not? Practice makes perfect, right?"
"Some things in life don't improve with practice..."
No matter how much experience I gained, my stamina never increased—in fact, my body only grew more sensitive. As if it'd ever work.
Show me a guy in this world who can't even thrust properly with a woman lying still.
I'd been utterly defeated when the Sword Empress was practically a virgin, and things only got worse after her skills improved.
Warriors learned physical techniques lightning-fast—there was no way I could keep up.
...Not that I had any progress to match in the first place.
...Wait a second.
"Why'd you sneak in calling me 'husband'?"
"You told me to treat you like one."
"...Did I?"
"What? You didn't mean it?"
...Had I really called myself her husband?
"..."
"So when's the wedding? We need to greet your master too."
"...After I finish what Yeo So-cheon mentioned."
"Don't you not even know where your master is right now?"
"...Still, if I look, I can find her quick."
I'd told Dang Ayoung most things about my master.
With Master in secluded training, I'd bolted without a word, so she'd probably charge down the mountain the moment she realized I was gone.
The issue was I hadn't told her where I'd be heading before leaving.
I'd left a note, but stripping away the fluff, it boiled down to "Bored, going out to play."
Having lived my whole life in those mountains, I didn't even know place names—how was I supposed to specify a destination?
I was certain Master's personality would send her chasing after me immediately, but whether she'd find my exact location was another matter.
She wouldn't know where I was, so she'd wander around searching.
I wouldn't know where she was either, so I couldn't search for her.
Still, I figured it'd be quick if we tried.
"If Beggars' Sect spreads word of sightings of a stunningly beautiful blonde woman, we'll find her fast."
Her eye-catching looks made it inevitable.
"...Can a person's hair really be gold?"
"Yeo So-cheon's is blue."
"...Ah, right."
In this Central Plains full of black hair, blonde stood out like a sore thumb.
Her overwhelming beauty drew even more eyes, but anyway.
"They're rare here, but common in the Western Regions. Here, they'd call her a fair-haired foreigner."
"Your master was a fair-haired foreigner?!"
"Born and bred in the Central Plains."
"You just said foreigner!"
"I said fair-haired, not that my master was one."
I'd mistaken her for a Westerner at first too.
Golden hair, a figure that screamed non-Eastern—no way she was pureblooded, I'd thought. Turns out she'd never even left the Central Plains.
"Anyway. Now that you're calm, you know you haven't even greeted me properly since you got back?"
"...Hadn't I?"
"Yeah. Lady Thunderbolt Sword brought you back out cold—no sign of waking, so I moved you to bed. Finally see you after ages, no hello. Thought you'd woken up, but you look rough."
Dang Ayoung puffed out her cheeks as she spoke.
Right, I'd passed out on the way back with Yeo So-cheon, then had that dream.
'But was it really just a dream?'
My mind had been too clear for one.
Even as a lucid dream, I hadn't controlled a thing inside it.
From the first creampie, my legs gave out—I couldn't even stand straight.
Tied up, I'd resisted fiercely until the third round, then just gone limp without a word...
"..."
-Plop
"Hm?"
"...Just a bit longer like this."
"Must've been one hell of a nightmare. You're such a kid."
-Pat pat
I decided not to remember it.
I couldn't erase it on purpose, but I could force other thoughts whenever it surfaced.
So that dream didn't exist in my memories.
If I treated it as nonexistent, it'd fade in time.
"...Darling."
"Yes?"
"Kids—only boys."
"...You think it'll go your way?"
"...Pray hard enough, it'll work. Probably."
And even if it's a boy, better if he doesn't take after me.
Nothing good about resembling a dad like this.