78 – Blindfolded (2)

Blindfolded (2)

Seong Mu-yeon was flustered. He didn’t expect to hear such a thing. Unable to see his expression, he couldn’t gauge the intention behind the question.

“I probably wasn’t your first. How many have you been with?”

“…Do I have to answer that?”

Baek Ryeo-il’s eyes turned cold. But the heat in his body grew even hotter.

“So that’s how it is…”

Seong Mu-yeon really had nothing to say. Neither in his past life nor in this one had he lived a life so leisurely as to engage in romance. Besides, weren’t the two of them not even on terms to exchange such questions?

Could it be.

Seong Mu-yeon began to suspect that Baek Ryeo-il couldn’t distinguish between physical intimacy and affection.

Was it possible…?

Baek Ryeo-il nibbled on his ear and continued.

“I don’t care how many there were. But I’ll be the best among them.”

“Ah.”

So that was the problem.

“Tell me. Was there anyone better than me?”

As Baek Ryeo-il said that, he rubbed his throbbing member, taut enough to burst through his clothes, against his groin. The organ, which had been limp after climaxing once, was now soaked with saliva, and as it was gently rubbed, it gradually began to regain its strength.

“Huh? Tell me.”

“Why would I, ah…”

Baek Ryeo-il’s long fingers forced their way into the tightly closed hole.

To think that even ‘that Baek Ryeo-il’ would have such ordinary displays of vanity on the bed, just like any other man.

It was utterly pathetic.

“Uhh…”

However, as the sensitive mucous membranes were spread and prodded, his body steadily heated up.

Even after undressing, Baek Ryeo-il didn’t penetrate him, nor did he even brush against his erect desire. He merely teased the area near the entrance, biting his neck.

“Why aren’t you answering?”

“Please…”

Seong Mu-yeon writhed and twisted his body. But Baek Ryeo-il was pressing down heavily on his thighs, making it impossible to escape even a little.

“Was it a woman, a man? A man?”

“No…”

Unable to bear it any longer, Seong Mu-yeon reached out to soothe himself, but Baek Ryeo-il quickly grabbed his hand.

“Then a woman?”

Knowing how persistent he could be when he wanted something, Seong Mu-yeon bit his lip.

He lost.

“Ma Instructor! Ma Instructor is the best.”

It was a pathetic competition with one entrant and one winner.

Baek Ryeo-il, unaware of the truth, was satisfied. Whether Seong Mu-yeon had rolled around with anyone before, he was now under him, so he was his.

He just had to make him forget about the past ones.

That’s all…

‘That’s all?’

Baek Ryeo-il tilted his head, then quickly brushed the thought aside. And he plunged the member that had been teasing the entrance deeply inside in an instant.

Seong Mu-yeon couldn’t even make a sound. His jaw dropped involuntarily.

“Haa…”

Seong Mu-yeon’s body was warm and moist inside. As the mucous membranes tightly enveloped him, he raised his head, narrowed his brow, and let out a long breath. This sensation felt new every time. The more effort he put in, the more pleasure he felt as he delved deeper inside.

When he opened his eyes, he wore a satisfied smile. But a dangerous impulse flashed beneath the surface.

“Ah… Aaa…”

Seong Mu-yeon reached climax with that one penetration, and white fluid was scattered messily over his abdomen.

As he pulled back and thrust in again strongly, Seong Mu-yeon let out a scream-like sound.

‘Anyway, he’s mine. Mine.’

Baek Ryeo-il grabbed his chin and swallowed his lips.

After that, a passionate hip-thrusting ensued.

Seong Mu-yeon, unaware of Baek Ryeo-il’s hidden possessiveness, merely clung to his back and cried out at the fiercely entering member, emitting heat.

Baek Ryeo-il’s skills improved surprisingly quickly. Eventually, Seong Mu-yeon lost consciousness from the continuous climaxes, and when he barely opened his eyes, the world was still dark.

‘So it’s not working after all. This is driving me crazy…’

The bed was empty, and Seong Mu-yeon was alone.

He didn’t know how much time had passed. He couldn’t tell if it was night or day, dawn or dusk.

Since it wasn’t his residence in Mount Hua, the fact that he was alone felt unbearably difficult to endure.

He shuddered at a strange chill. He wrapped his arms around his shoulders and curled up, as if trying to hold onto the escaping body heat.

As Baek Ryeo-il had said, this incident had nothing to do with his illness.

‘What should I do?’

He curled up as much as possible. Lying like this felt familiar. He seemed to have always been curled up like this when he lived like a dead man in the Xin Jiang main dojo.

Almost no one came to see him, and time always flowed quietly in silence. The sun rose and set beyond the window, and sometimes it rained or the sun shone brightly, but Seong Mu-yeon was always in the same place.

Wasn’t it possible that he had never left that place?

‘I have to find a way to solve this…’

Nothing would change unless he moved on his own. It had always been like that since his mother passed away.

But he was too tired to move.

Just as he was about to fall into his own world, isolated from the world and flowing slowly, the door opened with a creak.

“What, you’re awake?”

Baek Ryeo-il’s booming voice sounded like a being from another dimension. The damp air that had filled this space until just now vanished in an instant, as if pushed away by the sunlight.

The sound of brisk footsteps crossed the room without hesitation. He lingered near the table, then approached the bed and snatched away his blanket. Seong Mu-yeon, suddenly exposed to the cold air, screamed.

“It’s cold!”

“What’s cold? Get up. You have to eat.”

Only then did Seong Mu-yeon smell the food. Suddenly, he felt a strong hunger, and his stomach rumbled and churned.

“As if you wouldn’t be.”

Baek Ryeo-il chuckled and moved away, and Seong Mu-yeon listened quietly. He could hear him bringing the small dining table that was in the room and unfolding it on the bed. And with a clatter, the smell of food wafted in.

Baek Ryeo-il sat Seong Mu-yeon up and wrapped the blanket around his shoulders. Chopsticks were placed in his hand.

“Here, eat.”

“…”

“What are you doing? You said you were hungry.”

“…How am I supposed to eat when I don’t know where anything is?”

“Oh, right.”

Baek Ryeo-il took his hand and told him the location of the food. This is rice, this is soup, dried side dishes, meat.

“Meat? Did you go outside?”

The only food available at the Shaolin Temple was rice and grass. You had to go to the village to see meat.

“Well… I also had to get Master’s late-night snack, so I did it all at once.”

“Late-night snack? So it’s still night. No, more than that, Ma Instructor eats late-night snacks?”

“Do you know Master? Stop talking and eat!”

“Ah, yes.”

Seong Mu-yeon grumbled and picked up the chopsticks. Come to think of it, his body felt refreshed. Baek Ryeo-il must have cleaned up neatly while he was asleep.

He moved the chopsticks, but it was difficult to pick up the food because he couldn’t see. The grains of rice ran away, and the vegetable side dishes flowed between the chopsticks.

“Tsk.”

Baek Ryeo-il picked up the side dishes he had dropped and roughly shoved them into his mouth. Seong Mu-yeon, who was very hungry, gratefully accepted even that. After that happened several times, Seong Mu-yeon eventually put down the chopsticks altogether.

“Give me some vegetables besides meat.”

“What?”

“Quickly. Ah.”

“This guy is really something.”

Baek Ryeo-il grumbled, but steadily put food in his mouth. How convenient was it that food came into his mouth automatically when he opened it?

As if he had ever been depressed about not being able to see, Seong Mu-yeon quickly found the good points.

As food entered his stomach, his mind became clearer.

“It seems like it’s better not to meet Yak Seon yet. Thanks to someone causing a ruckus there.”

“It was a mistake… Here, eat this.”

Baek Ryeo-il was worried that Seong Mu-yeon would start another round of nagging, so he stuffed this and that into his mouth.

“Stop giving me food. I’m full. Ah, I said I’m full! Ugh!”

“You need to eat more.”

Seong Mu-yeon reluctantly chewed and swallowed the last piece of meat, then calmly continued.

“I’m not going for a while. After some time has passed and the servants and Yak Seon have calmed down a bit, we can try to talk. Anyway, not now.”

“So what are you going to do? Are you going to stay blind like this until then?”

Seong Mu-yeon was silent for a moment.

This was entirely his own fault. Because he was obsessed with the fact that Baek Ryeo-il had missed the poison monster, the Heart Devil came and his mind was disturbed, and he ended up with Qi deviation. He shouldn’t have laughed at Jang Han-soo. He was worse.

But the world doesn’t collapse because of such trivial things. He could always find the poison monster again and kill it. It was just that his bad habit of interpreting everything negatively had come up for a while.

“There’s still one more method left.”

A way to nourish yang the disturbed mind and correct the twisted blood vessels.

“I have to do breath regulation.”

This is the only way.