By Zephyria Il-gwang’s Plot (4)
“Hey, open this! I said open it!”
Baek Ryeo-il spat out curses. He stared at the deep cave behind him. The presence of the Poisonous Ghoul was fading further away. However, the path ahead was straight, so he could catch up to him quickly if he acted now.
‘To avenge Master…’
Nothing had happened to Seong Mu-yeon yet. There was a high probability that the Black Ma Clan would let him go peacefully, unaware of anything.
But what if they found out…?
Baek Ryeo-il could tell that the Black Ma Clan’s martial prowess was quite high just from a brief glimpse. Il-gwang would be no match for her. Let alone Seong Mu-yeon.
“Damn it!”
Baek Ryeo-il finally drew his sword. The sword vibrated, beginning to absorb a red aura.
“Damn it all!”
Baek Ryeo-il cursed and cut through the iron bars in one swift motion. Then, like a ray of light, he began to chase after Il-gwang.
“Please, come this way.”
The Black Ma Clan led Seong Mu-yeon behind the screen. A spacious audience hall greeted them. It seemed to be the branch leader’s private space.
Several servants hurriedly brought tea and refreshments.
“How is the tea’s fragrance? Do you like it?”
“Hmm. It’s good.”
Seong Mu-yeon maintained a consistently upright attitude. The Black Ma Clan smiled, her eyes crinkling.
“But Young master, aren’t you going back to the Cult?”
“Why are you curious about that?”
Seong Mu-yeon retorted sharply, and the Black Ma Clan widened her eyes.
“I didn’t mean anything by it. Please don’t misunderstand. I was just curious, and I apologize if I made you uncomfortable.”
The Black Ma Clan wore an innocent expression, as if desperately trying to prove her innocence. Seong Mu-yeon knew that she didn’t have any ulterior motives, but he had deliberately reacted sensitively to gain the upper hand.
“No, it’s okay. Everyone probably knows anyway. I have no interest in the Cult Leader position. I gave up on it a long time ago.”
“That’s right. Now that Fourth Young Master is gone, it might be wise for Seventh Young Master not to return for the time being. First Young Master is firmly holding his position as well.”
You’re asking the obvious.
“The shock is immense. With everyone making such a fuss… After all, it’s obvious that First Young Master will be the next Cult Leader, right?”
The Black Ma Clan asked, subtly seeking agreement. Seong Mu-yeon nodded earnestly, as if he couldn’t imagine any other brother becoming the Cult Leader.
However, Seong Mu-yeon knew how this battle would end.
‘The next Cult Leader is Third Young Master.’
He was a radical progressive. As soon as he became the Cult Leader, he would lick his lips, eager to devour the Central Plains. The other brothers couldn’t overcome his ambition in the end.
“Actually… When I didn’t know what kind of person Seventh Young Master was, I thought about killing you without anyone knowing.”
Seong Mu-yeon felt a chill down his spine at those words. He almost nodded. The Black Ma Clan had a knack for saying such chilling things sweetly.
“What?”
“But after meeting you in person like this, I don’t think there’s any need. After all, Young master, you have no interest in becoming the Cult Leader.”
The Black Ma Clan folded her eyes seductively and smiled.
“And… you’re so handsome too.”
“Th, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Seong Mu-yeon sensed an ominous aura. Having lived as a weakling his whole life, he instinctively felt when a threat was approaching.
“I’m not just saying it to be polite. All seven Young masters have outstanding appearances, but Seventh Young Master is… well, he seems to shine especially brightly among them.”
The Black Ma Clan moved closer and closer. Seong Mu-yeon didn’t know where to look, and she seemed to find it even more amusing as she approached.
“Good-looking rice cakes taste good too, they say. I wonder what you taste like?”
“I, I’m not a rice cake.”
“That’s why it’s even better, isn’t it? Because you won’t get smaller no matter how much I eat.”
His body, which had been leaning back to avoid the Black Ma Clan’s constant advances, was now lying down.
With nowhere left to escape, Seong Mu-yeon squeezed his eyes shut.
“How about it? Would you like to try a bite…?”
“No! I’m not interested! C, could you please move?”
“Me? Hmm… Seventh Young Master, you really don’t know how to ask for things, do you? If you want me to move, then move me yourself.”
The Black Ma Clan whispered sweetly, blowing air into his ear.
“Aaaah!”
“What’s wrong, Seventh Young Master? You can use your hands, you know.”
He couldn’t do anything and just struggled underneath her.
“I’ve been feeling a bit empty lately anyway… There was a cute kid, but he died. And I haven’t had a new friend I liked, so I’ve been starving for a while.”
“Where are you touching!”
A soft touch was felt near his thigh. The Black Ma Clan had subtly slipped her hand under his lower garments. The Black Ma Clan’s hand reached towards the center without hesitation.
“Men are all the same. They say they don’t want it with their mouths, but they never refuse any woman. I know it all. You’re just embarrassed. But your body is so honest… Huh?”
The Black Ma Clan, who had been groping Seong Mu-yeon, flinched and stopped. She tilted her head, then moved away.
Seong Mu-yeon, who had barely escaped from the Black Ma Clan’s embrace, was startled and quickly pulled his body away as she brazenly lifted his lower half.
“W, what are you doing! This is sexual harassment!”
She had a blank look on her face.
“You said it hurt… So that’s what it was? You can’t get it up there?”
Seong Mu-yeon’s face turned red.
“Wh, wh, what are you talking about! This woman! How can I get it up when you suddenly attack me like that!”
“No, that can’t be right? Even a hundred-year-old man has never failed to get it up for me, you know?”
“Never mind! Just forget it!”
Seong Mu-yeon hurriedly straightened his disheveled clothes. But it was no use.
“This… is a new flavor?”
The Black Ma Clan grinned and grabbed the hem of Seong Mu-yeon’s clothes.
“I wonder how long you can hold out without getting it up against me?”
The Black Ma Clan’s hand, which seemed endlessly delicate on the outside, was stronger than expected. With a slight tug, the upper garment tore with a rip.
The Black Ma Clan stuck out her tongue and let out a perverted laugh.
“Hehehehe. Try to hold out as long as you can! Hehehehe hahaha!”
“Aaaaaaah!”
Seong Mu-yeon, who had suddenly been exposed from the waist up, desperately ran away. The Black Ma Clan deliberately maintained a suitable distance to let him escape, enjoying the chase.
“Don’t come! I said don’t come!”
“Why? Don’t you know that the more you panic, the more I want to torment you? Come here. Hahahaha!”
Seong Mu-yeon ran for his life.
All sorts of furniture fell over, and broken vases littered the floor.
Eventually, he was caught by the waist by the Black Ma Clan.
With nimble movements, the Black Ma Clan climbed on top of Seong Mu-yeon, who had collapsed with a thud.
“I don’t want to!”
“Hmm. Your resistance is quite cute too…?”
The Black Ma Clan flipped Seong Mu-yeon over with surprising strength. As she leaned her waist deeply, a captivating aura seemed to overflow.
“You’re not impotent, are you? No way! Still, you’re the Cult Leader’s bloodline… Huh?”
The Black Ma Clan, who had been rampaging wildly, widened her eyes as she looked at his chest.
“…What.”
Suddenly quiet, Seong Mu-yeon cautiously raised his head. He suspected that she was trying to catch him off guard before attacking, but the Black Ma Clan’s expression was unusual.
She ran her fingertip along Seong Mu-yeon’s collarbone. It was a feathery touch, as if she was barely touching him.
“This scar… Where did you get this scar?”
“What… Ah.”
Seong Mu-yeon hurriedly covered his chest with his hand. It was a scar he had received in Shanxi from fighting Wi-rim some time ago. The clear mark left by his weapon had faded a lot, but its shape remained.
“Surely. That’s Wi-rim’s… Isn’t it?”
“……”
“So it’s you. You’re the one who killed my Wi-rim.”
The Black Ma Clan’s face twisted savagely.
“How dare you… My Wi-rim… My treasure… I’ll kill you!”
“Heeek!”
Seong Mu-yeon kicked her away and rolled a full circle on the floor. When he raised his body, Demonic Energy was swirling on the Black Ma Clan’s sharp black fingernails.
“Wait, calm down. It might not have been me who killed him.”
“Then who killed him? You must have seen it.”
“I did meet him and fight, but how could I kill him? You know it too. I can’t even kill an ant with this body.”
At those words, the Black Ma Clan paused for a moment, then retracted her fingernails.
“That’s true. Seventh Young Master is a useless burden to everyone.”
Seong Mu-yeon nodded vigorously.
“Y, yeah… It wasn’t me.”
He desperately appealed to his harmlessness.
“B, but Wi-rim was an important person to you, huh.”
Suddenly, the Black Ma Clan burst into tears.
“My treasure… Wi-rim… That child was my most precious toy… Where can I find someone like that again? I might as well die too.”
“That’s not a bad idea.”
“What did you say?”
“Ah, no. You’d be lonely in the afterlife by yourself.”
“Hic… Wi-rim! Rim-rim! Come back!”