A Driving Date
Morning broke.
...
I was forced to open my eyes due to the overwhelming presence of Jeoktoma.
Under the blankets.
Perhaps out of dissatisfaction from being barely sealed away yesterday, the fellow was firmly, stubbornly angry.
...
I stared at the ceiling with a dazed expression, eventually letting out a deep sigh.
Right.
Let’s admit it now.
I was a sex maniac.
...
And this wasn't just a matter of simple preference; it was, perhaps, a matter of survival.
Baek Ri-seol, possessing the Blood God Constitution, was like irresistible prey in the eyes of Jeoktoma.
Just being near her was enough to make the thing want to go wild.
...
I slowly turned my head to look at Baek Ri-seol, who was sleeping soundly beside me.
Her red hair was scattered over the quilt, and the soft lines of her body were subtly revealed beneath the thin fabric.
...
I quietly reached out and gently pulled down the blanket covering her.
And just like that.
I slowly laid Baek Ri-seol flat on her back.
Then, keeping her knees bent, I spread them into an M-shape.
Her hairless, pale pink clamshell shyly revealed itself.
I rubbed Jeoktoma’s head against it gently.
Catching the faint scent of her body, Jeoktoma began to thrash even more wildly.
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"No."
I firmly controlled the beast.
"You’re still forbidden from entering."
"If we do it now, Seol-ah will die."
...
"You don't want that either, do you?"
In an instant, Jeoktoma drooped its head powerlessly.
It was still surprising that it understood human speech.
...
"I’ll let you touch, so don’t get greedy."
I soothed Jeoktoma, feeling even more stimulated by the faint, fishy scent of flesh that inevitably emanates from even the cleanest of people.
The fellow was quite calmed down just by burying its nose into her clamshell.
...
And so, I had another round since the crack of dawn.
Thinking of her complaint that her face felt tight, I ended up finishing on her stomach.
Her concave navel pooled with milk.
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I admired the exquisite balance of it, as if it were about to overflow.
The white liquid was precariously pooled around her navel.
It looked like it would spill over with the slightest movement.
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At that moment.
Baek Ri-seol blinked her eyes open and looked down at her stomach.
And she froze.
"Gaga!!"
She shouted with a startled face.
"What is this?!"
I answered with a nonchalant face.
"It’s Jeoktoma-yu (Red Rabbit Horse Milk)."
"...?"
"He said he couldn't hold it in anymore."
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Baek Ri-seol looked down at her stomach again with a dazed expression.
Splash—
It was truly in a precarious state, on the verge of overflowing.
She muttered, breaking into a cold sweat.
"I think it’s going to spill..."
"I can't get up..."
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I couldn't hold back my laughter and picked up a towel.
"Alright."
"I'll wipe it off for you now."
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I carefully lifted Baek Ri-seol and placed her into the washbasin.
As her body submerged in the warm water, she narrowed her eyes with a pleasant expression.
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In the meantime, I started preparing breakfast.
The menu was simple.
Kimchi fried rice, made by finely chopping the leftover kimchi and pork belly from yesterday and stir-frying it with rice.
And I reheated the remaining tofu stew and set it on the table.
Sizzle—
The smell of kimchi and oil frying spread throughout the house from the early morning.
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Before she even finished drying her hair, Baek Ri-seol ran over and sat at the table.
And from the morning, she began to shovel it into her mouth frantically.
"It's delicious..."
"It's really delicious..."
I chuckled and pushed the stew toward her.
Baek Ri-seol accepted even that with a happy face.
Finally, we packed our luggage.
I took out the cooking utensils remaining in the kitchen one by one and stacked them neatly in the carriage's cargo space.
Knives and cutting boards.
Woks and ladles.
Spice pouches and dried ingredients.
...
The somewhat heavy refrigerator box was lifted lightly by Baek Ri-seol using her internal energy.
"This much is nothing."
She smiled with an indifferent face.
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After all preparations were complete.
We stood in front of the house for a moment.
The familiar yard.
The vegetable garden.
And the small house where we had lived for a long time.
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Baek Ri-seol opened her mouth while quietly looking at the house.
"It was a short time, but..."
She smiled faintly.
"It was as comfortable as my own home."
And a moment later.
"...Because of me, for no reason..."
A voice filled with a bit of guilt followed.
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I chuckled and lightly stroked her hair.
"Don't say things like that."
I slowly took her hand.
"I value you more than this house."
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In an instant.
Baek Ri-seol’s red eyes trembled greatly.
And at my cheesy line, her eyes began to moisten.
"Dong-gi, did you sleep well last night?"
I greeted the donkey tied in the yard by lightly stroking its neck.
Then, Baek Ri-seol, who was next to me, looked at me with a displeased face.
"The pronunciation of 'Dong-gi' is a bit strange."
"Then what's better?"
Baek Ri-seol pondered for a moment, then squatted in front of the donkey and smiled brightly.
"Dong-gwi (East Ghost), hello?"
East Dong.
Ghost Gwi.
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Hee-ing—
The donkey brayed shortly, as if it felt good.
"Look."
Baek Ri-seol smiled with a proud face.
"He likes 'Dong-gwi' better too."
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I looked at the donkey once.
And quietly nodded.
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It did seem like 'Dong-gwi' rolled off the tongue a bit better.
This is what you call localization.
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The carriage was smaller than I thought.
About the size of the Morning I used to drive in Korea.
Of course, instead of a car with wheels, it was a wooden carriage pulled by a donkey.
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I started loading the luggage one by one.
Cooking utensils.
Ingredients.
Spice boxes.
Sleeping bags and extra clothes.
There was more luggage than I thought, so I had to stack it neatly, matching the empty spaces almost like Tetris.
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Still, the result was quite satisfactory.
I even laid out thick sleeping bags inside so that the two of us could lie down and sleep comfortably.
It felt like a pretty decent travel carriage had been completed.
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We climbed onto the driver's seat side by side.
Dong-gwi wagged its tail leisurely, and the carriage was loaded with luggage that felt like traces of our life.
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I looked back at the familiar house one last time.
And quietly pulled the reins.
"Let's go."
Hee-ing—
Dong-gwi started to lift its feet slowly.
Creak—
The small carriage swayed and moved forward.
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And so, we.
Set off on our journey toward our first destination, Shaanxi.
The journey along the main road was slower and more peaceful than I thought.
Creak—
The small carriage pulled by Dong-gwi rolled along the road at a leisurely pace all day long.
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And we weren't the only travelers.
Occasionally.
Jeoktoma, excited by Baek Ri-seol’s scent, would suddenly pop out.
Baek Ri-seol, who was startled at first, was now quite used to it.
Sitting in the passenger seat of the carriage, she would soothe it with her hand without a second thought.
"Shh~"
"Be quiet."
"Gaga is driving."
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Every time I saw that, I had a complicated expression for no reason.
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Is this.
The drive with a girlfriend I had dreamed of since my past life?
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Of course, it was a donkey carriage instead of a car, and there was a Blood God Constitution beauty and Jeoktoma in the passenger seat.
Still, strangely.
I was quite happy.
...
The dream I couldn't achieve in the end was being realized here, at least.
"What is Seol-ah’s current internal energy level?"
Baek Ri-seol counted on her fingers for a moment, then answered with an indifferent face.
"Hmm. About two gapja (120 years)?"
"Ohhh..."
I was genuinely impressed.
"You're definitely not at the level of a late-comer, are you?"
"Of course not."
Baek Ri-seol shrugged her shoulders for no reason.
"I was the leader of a group, after all."
...
I glanced at her sideways.
"Then is your martial arts realm at the Transcendence Realm?"
For a moment, Baek Ri-seol’s expression wavered subtly.
"...Early stage of Peak Realm."
"..."
I looked at her without a word.
Baek Ri-seol muttered, avoiding my gaze for no reason.
"This is also incredibly impressive for my age..."
"...You said you were a leader."
Baek Ri-seol cleared her throat and avoided my gaze.
"...Age is no match for anything..."
And she sighed softly.
"That’s why I’m leaving to overcome that."
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I asked with an intrigued face.
"Then what are you getting in Shaanxi this time?"
For a moment, Baek Ri-seol’s red eyes shone slightly.
"The sacred relic of our Blood God Sect."
She muttered quietly.
"The Blood Saber (Blood God Saber)."
"Or the Blood Demon Sword."
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"Ohhh. A sacred relic!"
My heart pounded for no reason.
In Wuxia, aren't sacred relics usually incredible treasures?
Baek Ri-seol nodded slowly.
"If things go well, both might still be there."
"Both?"
"Yes."
She looked toward the distant mountains for a moment and continued.
"One of the past Blood Demon ancestors..."
"Along with the Vice-Sect Leader, who was her husband,"
"Once disappeared without a trace at Mount Hua."
"...There is a report that the sacred relic disappeared along with them after that."
"Where do you get such information?"
...
Baek Ri-seol scanned the surroundings for a moment, then lowered her voice.
"...Although the Blood God Sect has fallen,"
Her red eyes slowly sank.
"The descendants of loyal followers still remain."
"People who still wish for the revival of the Blood Sect."
"Sometimes they even send help secretly."
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I became intrigued.
"Those guys are still alive?"
"Yes."
Baek Ri-seol nodded quietly.
"One of them is the Blood Tower Group."
"It’s an organization that specializes in information, and they are currently operating under the guise of the Hao Sect."
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"Ohhh."
I was genuinely impressed.
"So it's an intelligence agency?"
"Yes."
Baek Ri-seol smiled with a proud face.
"The Demonic Sect lineage is originally good at information warfare."
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The day was slowly beginning to set.
Under the red sunset, the number of merchant groups and travelers passing along the main road was gradually decreasing.
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I looked around slowly and opened my mouth.
"Let’s set up camp now."
We stepped slightly off the main road and headed toward a nearby forest area.
It was a pretty decent spot with few outside eyes and close to the water.
Creak—
After stopping the carriage, I tied Dong-gwi to a nearby tree.
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In the meantime, Baek Ri-seol squatted on the ground and started drawing strange patterns with her fingers.
A red energy gathered very faintly at her fingertips.
And she stuck a few short sticks into the ground around her.
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I watched that sight with a fascinated face.
"What are you doing?"
Baek Ri-seol answered nonchalantly.
"Constructing the Blood Flow Stealth Formation."
"It’s a high-level secret technique that can even escape the Heavenly Net if installed properly."
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"Ohhh."
I was genuinely impressed.
"That’s amazing, Seol-ah."
For a moment, Baek Ri-seol shrugged her shoulders.
"...I am a Blood Demon."
And she added with a face that said it was only natural.
"Gaga."
Checking from the outside, nothing could be seen inside the forest.
Not only the carriage, but even the light was perfectly hidden.
Baek Ri-seol even rubbed away the remaining carriage tracks with her feet.
Only then did the traces truly disappear completely.
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"Oh..."
I was genuinely impressed.
"It’s really seamless."
Baek Ri-seol smiled with a proud face.
"Here."
She pointed to a stone marked on the floor.
"You have to step here, and here, to enter."
"What if I step in the wrong place?"
"You get trapped."
"...How?"
Baek Ri-seol answered with an indifferent face.
"You’ll keep walking in an infinite red mist."
"Can't I get out?"
"Yes."
And she smiled brightly and added.
"If you get trapped, shout."
"I’ll save you, Gaga."
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"That’s amazing..."
I looked around the inside of the formation with an impressed face.
Baek Ri-seol was silent for a moment, then shrugged her shoulders slightly.
"Because I had things like this."
Her red eyes wavered for a moment.
"That’s how I was able to survive while being chased."
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For a moment, she looked a bit exhausted.
And just a little bit.
She looked pitiful, too.
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I chuckled and lightly stroked her hair.
"I’ll make you something delicious."
In an instant, Baek Ri-seol’s eyes came back to life.
"I like meat, Gaga."
"You ate it yesterday."
I pointed to the cargo area.
"Today is fish."
"I like that too."
Baek Ri-seol smiled brightly and clung tightly to my arm.
"Gaga."
...
The soft sensation transmitted to my arm.
And almost at the same time.
Jeoktoma started to lift its head again.
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"Not you."
I scolded it firmly right away.
"Get in!"
