Chapter 199
Chapter 199
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Crisis
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"B-but if it's laundry, I could do it myself..."
"These clothes are more delicate than they look, so it's better if someone experienced handles them directly. I took care of all of Master's laundry when we lived together. You should try scoring some points with her."
"Y-yes..."
Considering Master's personality, Dang Ayoung would probably throw quite a few tantrums at her, but since they'd have to see each other regularly from now on, there was no helping it.
After a while of grunting and washing Master's clothes before hanging them up to dry, I looked around for anything else to do and spotted something I'd momentarily forgotten.
"..."
The Bloodsucker woman, tied up and left there.
I'd only bound her without covering her eyes or mouth, and she hadn't struggled at all, staying so obedient that I'd completely forgotten about her existence at some point.
Come to think of it, there was something I needed to ask her.
'She seemed to know me somehow.'
I'd never seen her before in my life, yet she had spoken and acted as if she knew me.
She could just be some crazy woman, but with suspicions lingering, it wasn't easy to dismiss it like that.
No matter what her circumstances were, it wasn't easy to forgive her for nearly killing Dang Ayoung right in front of me, but I still wanted to ask.
She might even know what happened before I possessed this body.
'Still too early to give her food...'
She wouldn't die from skipping a day anyway, so I grabbed a bottle of water and squatted down in front of her.
She'd been staring blankly into space until then, but as I approached, she sensed my presence and turned toward me.
"Yuseong...?"
I could feel life returning to eyes that had seemed dead moments before.
For the record, I'd never casually thrown my name around in this world.
Whenever I had to give a name, I'd used an alias or my nickname, Faceless Golden Ghost, which had stuck somehow. Only a handful of people truly knew my name was Yuseong.
Even Dang Ayoung only learned it after we started dating. No telling about anyone else.
"...Drink this first. I have questions."
That made this woman even more suspicious.
Either I'd mentioned it somewhere and forgotten, or she really knew me from before I entered this body.
One of those was highly likely.
"Here... ah."
"...Ah."
I held the bottle to her lips and tilted it. She drank readily, with no intention of refusing.
Bound as she was, some water spilled inevitably since she could only use her mouth, but that was unavoidable.
She wasn't tied up for being good at anything.
'This woman's impressive too.'
Water spilling onto her chest wasn't uncommon for women with large breasts, and she was quite the specimen.
But this time, aside from that, no other feelings stirred.
This was the woman who'd tried to kill Dang Ayoung right in front of me just yesterday.
I wasn't so starved that every pretty girl with big breasts made my heart race.
"...Before I ask anything, this first. What's your name?"
Judging by her appearance, she seemed close to a Central Plains native.
Her eyes were red, and streaks of red ran through her hair, but the basic facial structure resembled Central Plains folk.
"...Han Soyeon."
"Your name sounds Central Plains. Right?"
"...Yeah."
"Age?"
Did she grasp that her life hung by a thread here?
Compared to the mad frenzy she'd shown yesterday, she was answering quite meekly.
She furrowed her brow at my question, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, then spoke softly.
"...I don't know."
"What?"
"Do you count the years I was dead...?"
"...Ah."
Thinking about it, Bloodsuckers were people who'd died and come back to life.
Depending on how much time passed while she was dead, counting her age could get tricky.
"Then say your age before you died."
"...21?"
"Looks about right. When did you die?"
"Year XX of the XX era."
15 years ago.
The same year I'd possessed this body.
My suspicions were increasingly leaning toward reality.
"Next question, then..."
This one was more decisive.
I took a deep breath to steel myself before asking.
"...Did we know each other in the old days?"
".......Yeah."
It didn't take long for an affirmative answer to come from her lips.
-Flutter flutter
'What the hell is this woman?'
For starters, it was confirmed: before I possessed this body, the original owner knew her.
Now the question was what happened back then.
Why was my body in such a wreck right after possession, and why did she die in the exact same year?
That was the biggest curiosity, but I couldn't get the answer right now.
'I know I'm not in a position to say this, but... could you give me a few days to sort out my thoughts?'
What could I do when she said that?
Forcing an answer might get something out of her, but it wasn't that urgent, so I decided to let it be.
And her once-completely dull eyes seemed subtly different now—maybe just my imagination.
'What did I do that it's already getting dark...'
Speaking of which, the sun was already setting.
I hadn't done much today, yet it was already bedtime.
Part of it was waking up late, making the day feel short, but still, it felt like a wasted day.
'Oh right, at night I have to soothe the Saintess.'
I'd left her all riled up earlier, telling her to wait until night. Already dreading how to handle that.
I'd promised mutual masturbation, but I'd never actually done it before.
Maybe just match her rhythm while I handle myself?
It's been so long since I last did it solo, not sure if it'll work.
"Mm... It's getting late. Shall we all turn in?"
"Do as you like."
While I was fretting over the Saintess, Dang Ayoung was sneaking glances at Master and suggesting bedtime.
"Th-then, Master can sleep in this room. I cleaned it earlier, and that's my room over there, so if you need anything, just come let me know?"
"Mm. Got it."
Dang Ayoung slipped into her room and shut the door after saying that.
For reference, Master had slept in my room last night.
Back then, her room wasn't ready, and I was passed out, so it made sense. Now I could sleep alone in mine.
I still had to deal with the Saintess thing too.
'There should be something in the room to wipe up semen with...'
"Alright, off we go then."
-Whoosh
"Huh?"
While I pondered tonight's plans, Master's voice rang out, and my view tilted upward.
Turns out Master had picked me up and was heading to her room.
"W-wait a sec, Master?! Why are you taking me?!"
"I said I'm sleeping here. Naturally, my disciple sleeps here too."
"T-together?!"
"Why so surprised? It's not like we ever slept separately."
"That was because there were no extra rooms back home! Now we have plenty—why sleep together...!"
"Quiet. Too chatty."
-Creak
My struggles were no hindrance; Master opened the door, entered, shut it, and lay down on the bed with me.
Before I could react, we ended up in our usual sleeping position: face buried in her chest, legs tangled with hers. I sighed inwardly.
'Is this comfortable for her...?'
As a man, I had no reason to complain about the position, but honestly, it was quite uncomfortable for actual sleep.
Now I was used to it and had tricks to manage, but before, I'd nearly suffocated more than once or twice.
What's the point of it being softer and fluffier than a pillow if I can't breathe?
Unlike me, Master seemed to find it comfy and insisted on it every night, so my protests were useless.
I couldn't even roll over.
If I did in my sleep, she'd sense it and murmur sleepily to turn me back. I'd gotten used to it and given up.
Just stay still like a proper pillow.
Considering our size difference, it was like hugging a large pillow.
"...Zzz..."
Master fell asleep quickly, clearly exhausted.
"..."
-Squeeze
I silently hugged the sleeping Master.
'Uh.'
Of all the bad timings, the Saintess showed up.
'I-I planned to, but Master dragged me here and made me lie down...'
'I never made that promise?!'
'You're crazy?!'
This is bad.
I'd shaken her reason with lust and kept her hooked, but now I couldn't deliver.
No way I could do that while hugging Master in bed.
-Drip drip
A crisis of a lifetime had arrived.