Chapter 117: Board Game (4)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 117: Board Game (4)
Yu Hana carefully pulled Jung Hae-in up, draping his arm over her shoulder.
With one arm around his waist and her other hand gently supporting his, she slowly began to walk.
The faint scent of blueberry-infused liquor, mingled with his own, tickled her nose.
Whether it was because of the alcohol or because of him, her heart began to beat faster and faster.
She cautiously checked the rooms one by one. Most of them were empty.
After searching for some time, she finally opened the door to the bedroom.
A tidy room.
…And two pillows placed at the head of the bed.
Yu Hana bent her knees and gently laid him down on the bed.
She unconsciously raised the back of her hand to wipe her forehead.
“…Hah.”
Her head was a little dizzy.
She was drunk.
Yu Hana made no effort to push away the rising intoxication.
This was a first for her, too… and she needed the courage.
She didn’t know why she was doing this.
Despite seeing his face for the first time, she had felt an unconscious pull toward him.
She just kept falling for him.
His scent stimulated her nose, making her head spin and the world tilt before her eyes.
The nape of his neck and his collarbone, peeking through the gap in his shirt.
If she just got a little closer.
Her fingertips touched the buttons of his shirt.
One. Two.
As the buttons came undone with ease, his firm chest muscles were revealed.
She paused, placing her palm over his chest.
‘…It’s hot.’
She felt as if she might get burned.
Muttering to herself, she slowly traced his body with her fingertips.
The moment this man’s breath grew closer than her own.
—Creak.
The sound of a door opening was followed by a low female voice echoing through the room.
“Who… are you…?”
It was Jung Hae-in’s wife.
In that instant, Yu Hana forced away every trace of her intoxication.
She quietly re-buttoned his shirt and straightened her hair.
Composing herself, she calmly turned around.
The woman stood frozen by the door, wearing a coat over her white nun’s habit, her face a mixture of surprise and wariness.
Yu Hana had not planned for her to return.
“Hello?”
Yu Hana greeted her with a bright smile.
The wife’s gaze flickered past her for a moment.
There, on the bed, lay Jung Hae-in, disheveled.
The front of his shirt would be undone, and the faint traces of Yu Hana’s touch would still remain.
Cheon Yeo-wool’s gaze wavered slightly.
Meeting that gaze, Yu Hana gave a natural nod.
“I am the new lord, recently appointed to Madus. Your husband offered to treat me to a meal… I’m afraid I’ve shown up at your home unannounced.”
Then, with perfect ease, she added another sentence.
“Also, he was sweating so profusely, he looked warm, so I just….”
She let her words trail off, her eyes drifting downward.
“Ah… yes…!”
Cheon Yeo-wool responded quickly, holding out her hands.
Her expression was brighter than expected.
“My husband must have been a bother… Oh, dear….”
The corners of her mouth lifted into a gentle smile.
It seemed a single word had dissolved all her wariness.
Her eyes were instead fixed on Jung Hae-in on the bed. Silently, but warmly.
Yu Hana saw it.
In that attitude, she could instantly feel how much the wife trusted her husband.
And the kind of bond they shared.
Yu Hana carefully made to leave the room.
But just then.
“Oh, that’s right….”
As if just remembering something, Cheon Yeo-wool clapped her hands together lightly.
She approached, holding something she had taken from her pocket.
“I believe this is yours, my lord.”
It was a handkerchief with white embroidery.
The very one Yu Hana had taken out and placed over the picture frame.
Cheon Yeo-wool offered it politely with both hands, smiling sweetly.
Her expression was bright.
But Yu Hana sensed a subtle undercurrent in her eyes.
Her eyes were smiling brightly, yet there was a chilling feeling somewhere within them.
Her wariness hadn't vanished.
It was as if she were asking without words.
‘Why is your handkerchief here?’
Though Yu Hana realized this, she accepted the handkerchief with a placid expression.
Returning the same smile, she opened her mouth.
“Thank you. It is mine….”
Hidden within those words was another meaning.
‘You know why, don’t you?’
“I thought so….”
Cheon Yeo-wool smiled back in the same manner.
But in that conversation and brief exchange of glances, they had both said everything they needed to say.
His head felt like it was about to split open.
Jung Hae-in groaned and slowly opened his eyes.
It had been a very long time since he had drunk so much.
It had been difficult to refuse the drinks the new lord kept pouring for him.
Because of that, he seemed to have lost all self-control and drunk far too much.
“Ugh… my head.”
He couldn’t remember at all how they had parted ways yesterday.
But in that moment, he realized the space beside him was empty.
‘She’s still not back?’
A sudden wave of anxiety washed over Jung Hae-in, and he shot up in bed.
Just then, the bedroom door slowly opened.
—Creak.
Someone opened the door and entered.
“Ah…”
It was his wife, Cheon Yeo-wool.
“Thank goodness.”
He let out a sigh of relief, but Cheon Yeo-wool’s face lacked its usual warm smile.
From behind her, the faint, savory scent of hangover soup wafted in.
But Cheon Yeo-wool didn’t mention the meal.
Glaring at him, she approached in silence and tilted her head slightly.
As if she were about to kiss his cheek, just like always.
But this time was different.
—Mwah.
It was his lips.
He was surprised for a moment, but before he could process it, Cheon Yeo-wool’s hand gripped the back of his head.
Their lips tangled, her tongue exploring his ruthlessly.
This was no gentle morning kiss.
It was intense and persistent, as if she were determined to brand him with her own mark.
Even after a kiss so deep it left him breathless, she didn’t pull away easily.
When Cheon Yeo-wool slowly parted her lips, a clear thread of saliva stretched alluringly between her lips and the tip of her tongue.
“Heh….”
She stuck her tongue out slightly, licking the thread away, and smiled quietly, yet seductively.
Her cheeks and earlobes were flushed bright red as she panted, staring into his eyes.
Then, she whispered softly.
“Tonight… just you wait.”
Cheon Yeo-wool turned and walked toward the door. As she opened it, she looked back and added one more thing.
“I made a list of everything we didn’t get to do yesterday. We’re not skipping a single thing.”
The door closed quietly.
“What the….”
Jung Hae-in’s face was also flushed red.
Her sweet and dangerous scent still lingered in the room.
“……”
Though it was still morning, his body and mind were already waiting for the night.
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“………….”
Yoon Chae-ha covered her face with both hands, peeking at the screen through the gaps between her fingers.
Her heart was pounding, and her cheeks were burning.
She was fully aware that this was all a game.
To put it bluntly, of the six people here, she was by far the most sober.
But her breathing grew ragged, and her heart rate quickened to a dangerous pace.
“No… this is… this is wrong….”
She muttered softly, but her voice trembled so much it surprised even her.
Her cheeks were as red as ripe fruit, her gaze completely fixed.
Her cheeks had already turned the color of ripe tomatoes, and her eyes couldn't tear themselves away from the scene.
The provocative and dangerous soap opera unfolding before her was rapidly approaching its climax.
Yoon Chae-ha unconsciously placed a hand over her chest.
Thump, thump.
A strange, titillating sensation she had never experienced before spread throughout her entire body.
“This is wrong… it’s wrong.”
She barely managed to compose herself and gripped the dice tightly.
She had to end this game quickly. Only then could she come to her senses.
A few more turns, just a few more turns, and the game would be over.
However.
The hand holding the dice was trembling.
“……”
—Thud.
In the end, Yoon Chae-ha let her hand fall limply.
The dice dropped lightly onto the floor and rolled away.
“Just a little more….”
She was awakening to a new taste.
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And so, more time passed, and Yu Hana firmly established herself as the lord of the frontier village.
Perhaps the reason she was able to blend into the village so quickly was that Jung Hae-in, an influential figure in the area, had actively assisted her.
On the surface, almost nothing had changed.
If one had to point out a difference….
It would be that Yu Hana visited Jung Hae-in’s house much more frequently than before.
And on the days she visited, his nights with his wife would stretch long into the dawn.
That day, too, was another uneventful day.
The only thing different was the single carriage that entered the village outskirts.
—Rattle, rattle.
The sound of horse hooves echoed through the quiet farming village.
“My Lady! Please be careful!”
Before the carriage door was even fully open, a woman with dark navy hair jumped out.
Following her, a female knight with her hair tied back neatly alighted, her black cloak fluttering behind her.
“I’m fine!”
Making no attempt to hide, the young woman strode through the village with a relaxed and confident smile.
“Huh…?”
He remembered.
Jung Hae-in stopped in his tracks.
It was the noble lady who had bought his entire stock of blueberries last time.
This time, it seemed she had no need to hide her identity. With a radiant smile, she ran toward Jung Hae-in, full of confidence.
As if she had been waiting for him.
“Mister Farmer!”
Her cheerful and clear voice rang out across the farm.
She ran up and, without a moment’s hesitation, grabbed Jung Hae-in’s hand.
“The blueberries you gave me back then were absolutely the best! The effect was incredible, too… even my father was amazed after trying them himself! So…”
The noble lady’s fingertips squeezed Jung Hae-in’s hand tightly.
Her skirt fluttered in the breeze, and her face grew redder and redder.
Just then, the black-haired knight came rushing after her.
“My Lady, slowly…? Hah….”
The knight, Kang A-rin, trailed off, panting, as her eyes met Jung Hae-in’s.
A brief silence.
For a moment, her pupils wavered slightly.
Her lips parted a little, and her cheeks instinctively flushed red.
Then, the noble lady raised her voice again.
“Come to our domain and be our farmer! I’ll prepare everything so you can do whatever you want, not just with blueberries!”
Jung Hae-in was dumbfounded.
It was a truly shocking proposal.