In This Moment, Is This a Dream?
This was all down to the heart. The heart that saw, heard, spoke, and acted. So if the heart could be set free, one could accomplish whatever one willed.
Those were the words of Nosa Bu. Of course, even a dickhead couldn't control its impulses, but how could one master the heart?
*Swish, whoosh.* Kang-jun shook off all the nonsense. Then he began circulating his qi with the Heavenly Demon Mind Method. Once, twice... and after completing five full cycles from start to finish, he opened his eyes.
He saw the smooth, dark-wood wall of the Jang family dojo bathed in morning sunlight.
The Jang family dojo.
Kang-jun had visited the Jang family residence late in the evening yesterday. It was because Jang Hwa-young had gifted him a luxury sedan after he was promoted. *Promoted gift*, it was wrapped as, but in truth it was a slap for the countless times he had broken their visit promise. *Come properly, and don't keep breaking the promise.*
Of course, from now on he intended to visit the residence often. To manifest his trait even more, he needed the presence of high-level Jang Hwa-young. After all, when having sex with a woman, Jang Hwa-young would be better.
But once pierced, twice, thrice wasn't easy. Especially Jang Hwa-young, that damn woman.
Kang-jun's dick wasn't lenient, but Jang Hwa-young's spiritual cultivation was no joke either. It was a clash of sword and shield, or something like that.
In fact, before visiting the residence, Kang-jun had spent several days preparing to fill that cum container to the brim, but a problem had arisen.
Rexi, who had been overworked, caught a fever from the second day and lay bedridden. *It seemed he had been fucked too roughly...* Still, even while lying down, she kept taking selfies.
- #Fever #SicklyBeautiful #PureLovely #Lol
Fuck, he should have stabbed her harder. He had felt a bit regretful after seeing that yesterday.
After finishing his meditation, Kang-jun turned his head. There, with her back to him, sat Jang Hwa-young. *The slender waist that had been drenched in sweat and shaking wildly that night at the villa overlapped with this one.*
*I'm sick too, sick.*
So much fucking had made every thought start from there. What would it feel like to fuck this woman, and what kind of moans would she make.
He stood up and walked over to her.
"Senior."
Kang-jun called out to Jang Hwa-young. Her shoulder that had been completely still gave a slight twitch and then relaxed.
"Yes, did you finish everything?"
"Yes."
A slight blush colored Jang Hwa-young's face.
"Then shall we begin?"
"Yes."
Kang-jun nodded. Jang Hwa-young's lips curved upward; she quickly hid it by turning her head aside. *How empty these few days without him had been.*
Lately, Jang Hwa-young's body had strangely become hot only at night. And every time that happened, the mind-blowing nights with Kang-jun would come to mind. So even if she took a cold shower at midnight to cool down, it was still not enough with one hand. *The late-blooming habit of stealing kept floating in her head and refusing to fade.*
Of course guilt had arisen. Especially for someone who emphasized spiritual cultivation. So she had repeated the spiritual cultivation over and over, to erase those worries.
*Forget it. You must forget everything, you pathetic thing!*
Curiously, she still didn't know that thoughts were like a swamp— the more one struggled, the deeper one sank.
Anyway, those worries oddly vanished the moment he faced her. *Just a pleasant feeling, like gazing at a storeroom full of grain.*
Jang Hwa-young slowly stood up. She gripped the sword she had placed beside her.
*What was that? I'll ask later.*
At that time, Kang-jun had sliced ten warrior monsters in a single blow. They had been level 270 and above... Even she, with her skills, couldn't guarantee she could do the same. That moment's display of martial prowess had been awe-inspiring, even for her.
The quiet dojo had brightened. *Chirp chirp.* The sound of birds occasionally pierced the silence.
Kang-jun silently turned and walked to the center. He picked up the sword he had left down. Jang Hwa-young also approached him, holding her silver-reflecting sword.
The two stared fixedly at each other and slowly assumed their stances. *And soon, the rough clash began.*
*Clang, clang, clang.*
Every time metal met metal, a clear ringing echoed like the cry of steel.
*Look at this guy?*
She felt something different from usual when their swords collided. *Kang-jun had suddenly grown much stronger.*
Had he grown again so suddenly?
Jang Hwa-young could no longer relax as before. He was now pressing right up to her chin. His growth rate was astonishing. In just a few months, she couldn't even imagine what would happen.
No way. Would she really be caught up in just a few months? Already? *With such a young guy?*
It was a bit of a shock. Joy and fear, and countless indescribable complex emotions hammered her chest. *Only now did she realize her mistake.*
It had been wrong to judge him at her own level.
A sparrow couldn't possibly understand the phoenix's deep meaning. She thought she might soon suffer a back-stabbing herself.
*But for now, she still had the upper hand. Although he had reached her chin, he hadn't yet completely defeated her.*
Jang Hwa-young didn't want to yield yet. Praising the opponent's talent and competitive spirit were emotions from completely different realms.
So she threw everything she had into pressing him. To prove to herself that she was still standing.
- !
This bastard...! Why is this girl suddenly swinging so fiercely.
Kang-jun finally retreated from the sudden fierce offensive and surrendered. Thanks to the recent explosion at the monster nest, he had grown stronger, but he still couldn't match up against Jang Hwa-young. *Still, he felt much closer than before. Maybe she had felt the pressure because of it too.*
After lowering her sword and catching her breath, Jang Hwa-young asked Kang-jun.
"What was that move you used back then?"
Kang-jun was briefly puzzled by what she meant, then realized. *Ah, the 'Taesanjeolgoksom' she meant.*
"I swung it thinking of cutting down a huge mountain in one strike."
"...Is it really that simple? It couldn't have been easy to do."
Kang-jun's answer was absurdly simple.
"Everything depends on the human heart. If there is no wavering in that belief, there is nothing you cannot do."
He quoted what Nosa Bu had said.
Jang Hwa-young fell into deep thought upon hearing it. *The heart... wasn't that exactly the spiritual cultivation she had always emphasized?! He had realized it.*
The bastard. A smile spread across her lips.
Kang-jun slowly approached her. He reached out and firmly grabbed her still-warm arm. Her clear eyes looked at him.
"...Why?"
"No, just... Senior..."
His hand slowly rose. It passed her shoulder and reached her collarbone. Jang Hwa-young was momentarily startled and drew in a sharp breath. Her body stiffened. *She hadn't expected him to suddenly act like this.*
Kang-jun's hand briefly touched her collarbone, then slowly moved toward her chest...
At that moment, Jang Hwa-young snapped out of it in shock and reflexively slapped the back of his hand.
*Thud!*
Her eyes widened as she glared at him. Of course, it wasn't an angry look. It was a slight scolding, as if asking, *Is this the right time for this?*
"Wha, in broad daylight! What would others think if they saw!"
"Ah, I don't know why... I just... got carried away. Senior... is so beautiful. ...I'm sorry."
Of course it wasn't the expression of someone who had made a mistake. Yet in Jang Hwa-young's eyes, who had panicked upon hearing that she was beautiful, no such expression appeared.
"Ah..., that..., still, you must be careful. Even if it's a mistake, if you do it in front of others, it will be a big scandal. ...Got it?"
"Yes."
A brief warm silence fell. Kang-jun moved a little closer to Jang Hwa-young. His scent now reached her nose. *Ah.* She instinctively pulled her upper body back a little. Her neck stiffened.
"Senior..."
From his voice, Jang Hwa-young felt the exact same warm, sticky atmosphere from that night.
"Eh..., why...?"
Kang-jun stared at her fixedly for a moment.
Right then, perfectly timed, came the sound of knocking on the dojo door. It was Jang Hye-yeon.
-Auntie.
The two glanced toward the door for a moment and then met eyes again.
"I have to go."
Jang Hwa-young understood. *He couldn't say the words he swallowed back. ...She was too curious about what they were.*
"Yes, let's go."
Of course she didn't ask.
The two left the dojo side by side and split at the corridor junction. Jang Hwa-young felt her body growing even hotter than before. Heat rose from her face.
She quickly changed out of her clothes and entered the bathroom. *Swoosh.* Cold water hit her head. However, this time the heat didn't easily subside. Kang-jun's swallowed words kept coming to mind.
*Would I be fine even if it's me?*
Jang Hwa-young, no way!
Jang Hwa-young shook her head vigorously. Her hair swung left and right, splashing water. Soon her huge thing came to mind.
*Senior's pussy.*
Crazy, crazy.
She slapped her own cheeks hard. And she put in every effort to calm her mind. Only then did the boiling thing inside her finally settle a little.
But it was still bubbling like lava inside a volcano, waiting for the next chance to explode.
Jang Hwa-young left the bathroom and changed into comfortable clothes, heading to the dining room. With every step down the corridor, she recalled the calm heart of old.
*So she swallows it whole.*
*Hah.* His taste suddenly flashed back. She clapped her hand over her mouth.
*What the hell is this. Hwa-young, you crazy thing! Have you forgotten the vow you made to devote your entire life to the sword?! Kang-jun is not your man!*
"Senior."
"Ah!"
She was suddenly startled by the voice from behind and turned her head with round rabbit eyes. It was Kang-jun.
"Come with me."
"Eh...?"
Her head turned completely white. But she tried not to panic in front of him. *It seemed like she had failed just now already.*
"Senior."
Again. Again that voice.
But this time Kang-jun didn't continue the sentence. He walked ahead to the dining room and politely opened the door.
"Please enter."
"Yes."
Jang Hwa-young entered the dining room and sat on a chair. Jang Hye-yeon said with a bright smile.
"Your complexion looks really good today, Aunt."
"Complexion?"
She touched her cheek with her palm. It was warm.
This time Jang Chul-min said playfully.
"Sister, lately aren't you eating something good by yourself? Your brother should eat too."
"It's not that."
"Ah! It's because of Kang-jun, right? Haha."
Jang Hwa-young's heart dropped. Too directly hit.
"Let's eat quickly."
They picked up their chopsticks. She forced down the rice in big mouthfuls, then lifted her eyes slightly upon feeling a gaze.
*Ah.*
Kang-jun was looking at her with meaningless eyes.
Jang Hwa-young quickly lowered her eyes and avoided his gaze.
*She felt strangely,*
*like a mouse in front of a cat.*