Chapter 68
Chapter 68
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 68
Chapter Title: That Child Liked It Too
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"Answer me."
It wasn't just from spending time together and picking up a lingering scent.
This was far deeper—a bodily scent that could only come from prolonged, intimate embrace.
"Why does Yuseong smell like you, Master?"
Bubbling...
The emotions I'd barely suppressed were boiling over like fire once more.
I denied reality in my heart.
No way.
There's no way something like that happened.
Master of all people wouldn't do something like that.
But I needed confirmation.
"W-What are you talking about? My scent?"
"Don't dodge the question. I said Yuseong's body reeks of your scent."
Flinch.
I caught it, if only for a split second.
Master's pupils wavered.
She'd been like a parent to me. I knew the look she got when she was hiding something.
She probably didn't realize it herself—couldn't fix it in ten whole years.
Grind...
That confirmed it.
Something had happened between them, something I didn't know about.
What the hell happened?
Mating? No, not that. Not with Master.
Something that let the scent seep this deeply into his body through prolonged close contact.
What could it be?
My mind filled with vile imaginings when one scene suddenly flashed in my head.
[M-Master..?]
[Having a nightmare?]
Back in my young, immature days,
on nights I couldn't sleep well, Master would let me rest in her arms.
Her embrace felt so good that sometimes I'd pretend to be awake just to stay there longer.
...Maybe this is something like that.
It wasn't impossible.
Yuseong must have been hurt—body and soul—because of me. After Master found him, there was probably some commotion between them. Even after ten years, he wouldn't have fully forgotten that massive trauma.
If the pain resurfaced and trapped him, it wouldn't be strange for Master to offer her embrace.
With their age gap, maybe she saw him like a grandson.
Hah...
Yeah. I overreacted. Of all people, it was Master. No way she'd covet Yuseong...
"W-Well, you see... The truth is, his energy was critically depleted once, his life hanging by a thread... I had no choice but to transfer my qi through dual cultivation. It was purely to save him—no personal feelings involved..."
...Huh?
What did I just hear?
"Dual... cultivation?"
"I-It was truly a life-or-death situation! Neither of us intended it to be our first time, but we agreed to pretend it never happened, per his wishes..."
"Ah...?"
First time...?
Not only did she sleep with Yuseong, but she took his virginity too...?
Master did...?
Shing.
By the time I snapped out of it, my sword was already drawn.
No rationality left to hold me back.
Only raw emotion remained, surging straight into my blade.
"S-Soyeon?"
"I'll kill you... I'll kill you... I'll kill you... I'll kill you..."
Unfortunately, in my reasonless rage, the strike I unleashed at Master was her own technique—the one she'd taught me.
A move I'd practiced thousands, tens of thousands of times unfolded from my sword, and in that instant, a strange energy stirred within me.
A bizarre qi unlike the inner power that emerged after my revival, something I'd never felt in life.
My instincts as a warrior tried to filter out the impure intrusion, but I blocked it.
I didn't care what it was.
As long as it let me kill the Master before my eyes.
As long as I could slay this repulsive, loathsome betrayer.
Nothing else mattered.
Kiiing.
Blood-red energy coiled around my blade.
"What in the...!"
Master seemed startled by the sudden change, but that didn't stop me.
My sword swung,
and
Kwaaaaang!!!!
Whoooong.
After the sword qi swept through the space once, I felt the numbness in my wrist and thought,
What was that just now...?
It had clearly been my technique, the one I'd taught Soyeon.
A sword art embodying the swiftness and illusion of Mount Hua's style.
But the destructive power she'd just shown resembled the ferocity of raw power.
Unrestrained, like a savage beast overflowing with energy—a swordsmanship spilling outward.
At least, as far as I knew, I'd never taught her anything like that.
"What did you just do...?"
I couldn't see Soyeon directly as I faced her, but I felt the aftermath of her sword.
The overflowing energy had followed her blade outward, resulting in...
Whooo.
Cold night air from late hours brushed my skin through the crumbled wall.
Soyeon's change wasn't a threat to my life, but as her master, I couldn't ignore my disciple undergoing some inexplicable transformation.
"Ahh... So that's how you wield it..."
Her voice returned to normal.
At her tone—like she'd realized something—I gripped my sword tighter, bracing for whatever came next.
I didn't know what was happening, but we'd come this far. It was no longer just between Soyeon and me.
If she went berserk, everyone's lives in this inn could be at risk.
"Soyeon. I don't think you've lost your affection for me yet. If we fight like this, the lives of everyone in this inn will be—"
"Shut up. Who gives a damn about those bastards."
Crude words I'd never heard from Soyeon's lips before.
...I misspoke.
Realizing each word might worsen things, I clamped my mouth shut.
"You took everything from me. My life, Yuseong's body, his heart. You stole my entire life."
"...Soyeon."
"Did it feel good? Was a boy's body—practically your grandson's—that enjoyable? So addictive you dragged him all the way to this inn?"
Urk.
It was a blatant personal attack crossing every line, but my life hadn't been wasted— it didn't sting much.
Tremble.
"You've gotten awfully bold with your master in the time apart..."
It was true.
"Age should bring some conscience. You're just a wrinkled hag inside a young shell—putting your hands on that young boy? Don't you feel bad for Yuseong?"
Crack.
"Hnnngh..."
I wasn't hurt, but for some reason, my body trembled.
Hearing such words from a disciple I'd raised like my own child hit harder than imagined.
Yes, Soyeon.
If a disciple strays, it's the master's duty to set her straight.
I opened my mouth with a gentle smile.
"That child liked it too, you know?"
Freeze.
Soyeon's face twisted violently.
Maybe because I'd landed a solid hit,
an inexplicable pleasure began to well up.
"N-No way. Master must have seduced him first..."
"Why would I intentionally seduce that boy? If anything, he was unconsciously drawn to me. I swear on the heavens, I've never seduced him."
"Shut up... Shut up!!!!"
Swords clashed, attacks and barbs flying between them.
The inn's manager huddled behind a table with his deputy, watching the pair.
"...Deputy. What do we do about this?"
"Human strength can't stop a natural disaster. It's the natural order decreed by heaven and earth—just pray we make it through unscathed."
"That's not a natural disaster; it's a man-made one."
"Well, humans are part of nature, aren't they?"
"...True. Then it is a natural disaster."
Both were half out of their minds.
If it were just two average martial artists fighting, maybe—but the mere sword winds told them these were no ordinary masters. How could they intervene?
As the deputy said, all they could do was pray.
"...What did we do wrong to deserve this?"
"Plenty. We seized this inn by force, trampled local merchants, evaded taxes..."
"But the world's always been survival of the fittest."
"Then it's just our turn."
"Don't give up so easily..."
Even the usually cool-headed deputy had no special plan in this mess.
Even if the manager charged in wrapped in defensive spells, could he last ten seconds in that hellscape? No way the weaker deputy could.
And talking them down? Forget it.
"By the way, in the end, that boy came after my body himself. That slender frame of his released healthy essence three whole times. You never got to see his face lost in pleasure, did you, Soyeon?"
"Uwaaaaaaaaah!!!!!"
Kagagang!!!
...I'll stay quiet. Yeah.
No way he could jump in.
"You didn't lay a hand on that guy, right, Manager?"
"...Sadly, no."
"Figures. You're still alive, after all."
He thought of the man still vivid in his mind.
Slurp.
Just thinking about him made his mouth water.
What the hell had that body been through to have such insane addictiveness?
Not even a typical incubus would compare.
Come to think of it, that guy's in this chaos too...
Glance.
He peeked out to check on the man.
"Eueh... Scary..."
Damn, still drunk even in this.
Once he was out, he was out.
Right now, he was flat on the floor.
Gulp.
I'd die happy for just one taste...
Like a junkie hooked on drugs, the thought wouldn't leave his head.