Chapter 37: 37. Touching Cheon Hwayeong After Stripping Her

Cheon Hwayeong enjoyed looking at Ryu-o, whose face and neck had turned bright red.

It was like looking at a luscious piece of fruit that had ripened to perfection.

How long had it been since she had felt such joy?

No. Come to think of it, simply being around that bastard was fun.

Why was that…? Because he was handsome?

Or because every single thing he did was impossible to predict?

Maybe it was because he dared to be insolent toward her…

Or perhaps because he was the only refuge capable of giving her peace.

At last, Cheon Hwayeong understood why she had to win Ryu-o’s heart.

She wanted to see Jang Ryu-o, just as he was now, following her around and calling her “sister.”

No, she wanted to possess him.

Anything Cheon Hwayeong needed had always come to her easily.

Her body, inner qi, talent, wealth, reputation—she had lacked nothing.

She had thought such a life contained nothing but boredom and pain…

"Pwahahaha!Hehe… Hurry up and wipe me clean. The energy I spent saving you was no trifling amount."

"Uh… that’s a little…"

"Pfft…Keh…"

"I’m seriously leaving, you know?"

She could not even remember when she had lost the ability to laugh.

Yet why was this so enjoyable?

Ah… I should take everything.

She wanted to fill those eyes with nothing but herself, make him unable to live without her.

She wanted him to soar freely through the skies, then return smiling brightly to her embrace.

She wanted him to rely on her so utterly that without her, he would be a fool incapable of even thinking for himself.

Then a brief flash of inspiration passed through Cheon Hwayeong’s mind.

Rather than snapping and breaking him, I need to transplant his roots. I could never have known while looking only upward.

Having stood above Heaven and paid no heed to Earth, how could she wield the power of Primordial Chaos?

Having forgotten her roots and only risen higher, she had drifted away from the five desires and seven emotions she was meant to master.

Enchanted by the vastness of the heavens, she had forgotten the essence of demonic arts. How could she possibly understand the principle?

A clue toward a higher realm. Cheon Hwayeong’s expression went vacant.

She savored the sensation of floating outside the world for a moment before her eyes fluttered open.

When she came to herself, Ryu-o was standing before her, blankly holding a towel dampened with water.

"A-Are you okay, sis? Does it hurt a lot? You’re not going to end up seriously hurt because of me, are you?"

At those words, Cheon Hwayeong could not help but let out a laugh.

"Keh… Pwahahahahaha!"

"H-Have you gone crazy? Because you overexerted yourself?"

"Ahahahaha!"

Cheon Hwayeong had known only anger, sorrow, hatred, and desire. Now, she tasted joy.

Like a stream of water pouring onto parched earth, it refreshed Cheon Hwayeong’s mind and breathed vigor into her body.

What should she do with the man who had granted her this much enlightenment regarding her realm…?

Though that faint enlightenment had restored some of her energy, Cheon Hwayeong did not rise.

She merely smiled as she looked at Ryu-o.

How could she bind this bastard to her completely…?

That’s it.

"It is a side effect of demonic arts."

As if the [Heavenly Demon Divine Art] could possibly have such a side effect.

Its output could vary according to one’s emotions, but only the rabble beneath her learned pathetic martial arts that allowed those emotions to consume them.

It was merely a matter of energy being at odds. A divine art was still a divine art.

But…

"Demonic arts… I knew it…"

Gulp!

This was too fun. Seeing those frightened, wavering eyes was simply too fun.

Cheon Hwayeong, who had always smashed through everything and moved only in a straight line, began to scheme.

"I did it to save you, so do not resent me for it."

"…How could I resent you? I’m just grateful… But couldn’t a potion have done it?"

Of course a potion would have done it.

"Tsk, tsk. I restored the innate true qi that had been so badly damaged… What needless hardship I went through."

"S-So it was that bad… Thank you, sis."

Cheon Hwayeong barely managed to suppress the laughter threatening to burst out.

"Tsk. It was my choice. Still, you will suffer quite a bit."

"…Will that suffering be because of the side effects of demonic arts?"

"Yes."

"…What am I going to tell Master…"

If she took this man away from Arin…

A thrilling sensation ran down Cheon Hwayeong’s spine.

Goosebumps climbed to the crown of her head, tickling her scalp and drawing up the corners of her lips.

Cheon Hwayeong calculated quickly.

He lived with Arin, but… how would Arin know anything about the [Heavenly Demon Divine Art]? She would only get angry at its vicious energy.

She was not the kind of woman who could kill her own disciple.

And if she was a reasonable person, she would certainly send him away.

It did not matter if she came raging at Cheon Hwayeong herself.

That woman would not destroy her disciple’s sole path to survival.

"Haa… It is such a profound martial art that it should not be taught so easily…"

"Mm…"

"It cannot be helped. Come see me once a day."

"O-Once a day?"

Cheon Hwayeong forcibly pressed down the corners of her mouth.

"Tsk, tsk. The [Heavenly Demon Divine Art]. That is the name of the energy you harbor."

"Heav. enly. Demon. Divine. Art? Whoa?"

"…?"

"N-No, not that! You’re the Heavenly Demon, sis?"

"Yes."

"Ugh…"

His reaction was somewhat lukewarm, but that was fine.

Cheon Hwayeong spoke as she watched Ryu-o frown deeply.

"The choice is yours. Either go mad, or learn martial arts from me."

She pretended to be certain and forceful. Cheon Hwayeong pressed him without leaving him a way out.

Ryu-o’s response was…

"Do I… have to perform the [Nine Bows Ceremony]?"

Cheon Hwayeong burst out laughing inwardly as she answered.

"I do not take disciples. Just learn it."

"? Then why are you teaching me martial arts—"

"Be quiet."

First, she would tame this lecherous bastard.

"Just wipe my body clean."

**

I never imagined I would end up learning the [Heavenly Demon Divine Art].

I had no idea how I was supposed to explain this to Master.

But the truly huge problem was…

"The sun is setting."

Cheon Hwayeong was grinning, seemingly without a shred of embarrassment.

I was already trying this hard not to look at her breasts, and now I had to wipe down her body.

Right… This is nursing care. It means nothing else.

It was an incredibly cheap price to pay for my life.

I let out a sigh and lightly took Cheon Hwayeong’s hand.

Start with her arms.

Swipe…

I pressed the cold wet towel against her wrist, but Cheon Hwayeong did not so much as twitch.

I wiped away the dried blood.

"Wipe carefully."

…I have to endure this.

I cleaned her arm a little more thoroughly.

Her skin was impossibly soft for someone who had blown people apart.

The lingering moisture made it glisten, and somehow…

"Hehe…"

"…Why are you laughing?"

"Wipe my other arm too."

She was acting like a complete tyrant.

I lowered Cheon Hwayeong’s arm and wiped the other one in the same manner.

Once I set down her clean arm, Cheon Hwayeong gestured with her eyes toward her chest.

"Wipe my breasts too."

I did not even know anymore.

Carefully, I rubbed the cloth over the upper part of her breasts.

Sway…

Jesus… Why were the women I met here all so big-chested?

If she had been merely the Duke’s daughter, I could have just rubbed a little and stopped, but Cheon Hwayeong’s breasts were so large and rounded that there was much more surface area.

And when I pressed them, they sank in softly. At this point, compared to Master’s…

"Pfft… What are you thinking about?"

"Nothing at all…"

"I see."

I bent over and continued wiping Cheon Hwayeong’s breasts.

I wiped the side of her breast that protruded beneath her smooth armpit.

I wiped the bloodstains on her hard, defined abs.

I wiped her solar plexus too…

And now…

"Tsk. Lift them and wipe underneath."

"I don’t know what you mean, sis—"

"Your breasts, I mean."

"…"

I very slightly… just slightly lifted her breast…

Squelch…

Whoa… M-My fingers…

Cheon Hwayeong glanced briefly at my lower body, then bit down hard on her lip.

"Ngh…"

Oh, shit.

I shook my head and wiped beneath her left breast.

Now the right side…

After going through the same mind-numbing process on the right, I let out a sigh.

"Whew… I-Is that enough now?"

"Between my breasts."

"…"

Of course, Your Majesty. Naturally, you would say that.

I wrapped the towel around my hand and ran it straight through Cheon Hwayeong’s cleavage.

I only did it to finish quickly, but it was a terrible move.

Because…

Throb.

"…Wow."

"Pwahahahahaha!Hup!Keh… Pfft…"

…I seriously had nothing to say.

A pathetic sound escaped me at the sight that was enough to drive me insane.

To hide my embarrassment, I turned my head and said,

"I wiped everything! I’m leaving now, okay?"

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Home. I need to go outside and figure out what’s going on."

"I am hungry. Go prepare me some food."

"That’s it! I’m not doing anything more!"

When I spoke firmly, Cheon Hwayeong’s face turned serious.

"Are you planning to starve your lifesaver to death?"

Come to think of it, she could not move at all.

"Do you really have to eat…?"

"I really do. Because I used up all my energy saving someone."

As a Korean, hearing that someone might go without rice made me feel a little bad.

Did I have no choice but to accept it now?

I sighed and headed toward the kitchen…

"…Where is the kitchen?"

"Go out and turn left."

"All the way down?"

"Yes."

I headed for the kitchen. There had to be something in there.

**

I made some thin rice porridge with jerky in it and served it before Cheon Hwayeong.

"No, sis, what on earth do you even live on?"

"I… eat out."

"There was nothing in the kitchen but rice and water…"

"Stop talking and feed me."

Now… now I was starting to feel sorry for Cheon Hwayeong.

Her house was huge, but there was not a single other person in it.

Even the kitchen had nothing but rice of indeterminate age.

Thankfully, it did not smell, so I had made the porridge, but what would happen to her if I left?

"…Open your mouth, sis."

Cheon Hwayeong raised one eyebrow crookedly.

"Are you telling me to eat while lying down?"

"At least cover yourself with something before you say that… I can’t look at you."

"I dislike it. It feels stifling."

"Then what do you want me to do…?"

"Sit me on your lap and feed me."

Endure it. She saved my life.

This was a hundred times better than getting abducted by that mysterious pink-haired girl.

Once this was over, I could go see Master…

"Hurry."

I squeezed my eyes shut and slid my hands beneath Cheon Hwayeong’s armpits.

Slide…

Perhaps because my strength had increased, lifting her was not particularly difficult, but…

Press…

When I sat Cheon Hwayeong on my lap, her large ass pressed down on me, sending a brutal sensation through my body.

Cheon Hwayeong leaned her back against me, and her scent rushed into my nose.

She looked like she would smell of sticky blood, yet the sweet, stimulating scent of her flesh washed over me…

Jolt! Thud! Press…

"…??? What is this…? Huh? Isn’t that uncomfortable?"

I felt like I was really going to lose my mind.

As I blushed and stammered, danger flickered in Cheon Hwayeong’s eyes for an instant.

Then they swiftly returned to normal.

Cheon Hwayeong stared at me expressionlessly.

"Lecherous bastard. Now that you have become a man, are you thinking of pouncing on me? Since I cannot move, I would be helplessly taken."

Crazy. I had nothing to say. Wasn’t this outright sexual harassment?

"That’s not it…"

"Then explain yourself."

"Men can’t help it with even the slightest stimulation."

"That is the first I have heard of it."

"Ugh! Then put some clothes on at least!"

Cheon Hwayeong licked her lips once and smirked.

Slurp…

"???"

"Hah, enough. Just feed me."

"Fine…"

Embarrassed, I tilted my head as I looked at Cheon Hwayeong, who did not seem to care in the least.

Then again, she was someone who rarely showed much reaction to anything.

And so I began feeding her while I had an erection.

What a crazy situation… Was I the only one embarrassed here?

"Mm… This is not bad."

"…"

Cheon Hwayeong silently accepted the spoonfuls of porridge I offered, then spoke.

"…? Hm… I cannot sleep. Bring me some alcohol."

"No alcohol for a patient."

"I am not at such a pathetic level. Hurry."

"There isn’t any alcohol in the kitchen, and I don’t have any either… Ah…"

Suddenly, I remembered the Wonhongju I had bought to give Master.

There was still one bottle left after I bought extra last time.

Seeing my expression, Cheon Hwayeong smirked.

"Take it out."

She was a ghost, a ghost. How did she know when I had not said a word?

I shook my head and said,

"No. I’m taking this to Master."

In that instant, Cheon Hwayeong’s thighs and ass squeezed down tightly.

"Ngh…? Sis, you can move—"

"…Hm? What are you talking about? In any case, can’t you simply buy another bottle of alcohol? Buy one on the way and take it to her, then bring that one out."

"That’s true."

"Do you know how much the clothes you are wearing cost? You probably cannot even imagine it. I saved you and washed you, yet the gratitude you show me—"

I abruptly shoved a spoonful of porridge into Cheon Hwayeong’s mouth, which had suddenly become far too talkative, and took out a bottle of Wonhongju.

Cheon Hwayeong turned toward me with narrowed eyes, but what could she do? She could not even move.

"Haa… Fine."

After drinking the water in the cup, I poured the alcohol into it.

Glug, glug, glug.

Slurp…

"? Here, drink."

When I tilted the cup slightly toward her, Cheon Hwayeong gripped the water cup between her teeth, lifted it, and drained the Wonhongju in one gulp.

"Gulp! Gulp!"

"No, drink a little more slowly!"

"Hoo… Hngh… The taste… Hah… It is decent."

At that somehow sensual breathing, I nearly got even harder beneath her.

"Hehe… Pour me another glass."

Cheon Hwayeong’s face had loosened up much more than before.

In a daze, I poured her another glass.

Cheon Hwayeong continued accepting the alcohol and porridge I fed her, then…

"Buy the same thing and bring it tomorrow too."

Gulp!

"Do you even know how much this costs—"

"Snoooore…"

"…Hah. Should I just smack her once?"

I barely managed to lower my raised hand.

Life…

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