By Zephyria That’s How It Happened (2)
There was no need to hesitate. He already didn’t like how Seong Mu-yeon kept collapsing at the slightest thing.
〈……〉
He had spoken confidently, but now he couldn’t answer easily and just moved his lips. It wasn’t that Baek Ryeo-il didn’t want to help Seong Mu-yeon.
Ever since he became aware of his feelings for him, Baek Ryeo-il had been in pain just thinking about him.
Confusion consumed his mind, and whenever that happened, he couldn’t take any action.
Yak Seon saw him hesitating and chuckled.
〈I suppose so. It’s only natural to hesitate when it comes to helping a Demonic Cult bastard. Come with him when you’ve made up your mind. I’ll be here.〉
She had misunderstood Baek Ryeo-il’s reaction.
Baek Ryeo-il, already confused, heard those words as an instruction to return only after accepting his feelings for Seong Mu-yeon.
“……”
Pulled from his thoughts, Baek Ryeo-il stared blankly at the ceiling.
Unable to bear the frustration, Baek Ryeo-il left Cloud Forest Hall and sought out the Repentance Cave on his own, without being told. No matter how much he meditated, he couldn’t clear his chaotic mind.
In this state, even a simple circulation of Qi could invite the Heart Devil and lead to Qi deviation.
Baek Ryeo-il had to decide.
Accept or reject Seong Mu-yeon.
He needed to come to a clean conclusion. It wasn’t just a matter of liking someone or not. Otherwise, his life as a martial artist would be fraught with hardship.
Now that he thought about it, Seong Mu-yeon’s existence was like a rogue trying to uproot Baek Ryeo-il’s entire life.
The son of the Demonic Cult, and someone he couldn’t trust, having deceived him several times. They were as incompatible as water and oil.
How could he harbor feelings for such a person?
But when he thought of Seong Mu-yeon, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Just becoming aware of his emotions made his heart beat so presumptuously.
Baek Ryeo-il buried his face deep in the crook of his elbow.
On the morning of the last day of the year, Seong Mu-yeon woke up feeling a strange sensation in his lower body and lifted the blanket.
“……”
His center was standing tall.
He didn’t know about others, but this was rare for Seong Mu-yeon. He had a low sex drive to begin with, and since his illness had worsened, the frequency of morning erections had noticeably decreased, so he had even forgotten that such a thing could happen.
But recently, thanks to regular living, exercise, and nutritional supplements, he had regained some of his health, and his physical activity, which had been dormant for a while, seemed to be starting to become active again.
‘Annoying.’
Seong Mu-yeon sighed lightly and wrapped his hand around his vigorously erect member.
Stroke, stroke…
It had been a long time since he had masturbated like this, away from prying eyes.
“Haa…”
Seong Mu-yeon felt the unfamiliar yet familiar sensation in his hand and let out a deep breath. It was because he had only felt Baek Ryeo-il’s touch lately.
Seong Mu-yeon’s hands were relatively slender and weak compared to Baek Ryeo-il’s.
He could vividly recall the sensation of thick, calloused fingers wrapping around his manhood. Baek Ryeo-il was good at controlling his strength. He would hold his member with a force that was neither too strong nor too weak, adding just the right amount of pressure to drive him to climax.
“Heuht…”
As that sensation came to mind, Seong Mu-yeon involuntarily fell into a vivid memory with Baek Ryeo-il, and his eyes blurred.
When he couldn’t hold back and ejaculated, Baek Ryeo-il would squeeze him until nothing more came out, smearing the sticky liquid all over. And then he would slide his damp hand down, further and further down, between his hidden buttocks.
“Heuht…!”
At that moment, Seong Mu-yeon released a whitish, thick liquid onto his palm. It was thick and plentiful, having abstained for several days.
As the sensation of climax faded into exhaustion, Seong Mu-yeon tilted his head, exhaling a long breath.
‘What is it? This lingering aftertaste?’
He had clearly reached climax and ejaculated, so his desire should have been satisfied, but he felt a vague sense of incompleteness…
‘Damn it, could it be.’
Was it because of Baek Ryeo-il?
Until recently, Baek Ryeo-il would pounce on him whenever their eyes met, and their lovemaking was a continuous series of intense stimulation that lasted until he was on the verge of passing out. Had he become accustomed to being stimulated simultaneously from the front and back, being pushed to the very edge? Having been done to death like that, how could he be satisfied with such trivial hand play?
A chill ran down his spine at the thought.
He was filled with a terrible anxiety that if this continued, he might not be satisfied with ordinary acts and end up doing something like sticking something up his own rear.
‘No! I don’t want that!’
Seong Mu-yeon quickly wiped his hand and erased all traces.
This wasn’t right.
He just wanted to live. It would be a lie to say that he didn’t enjoy the act, but he had no desire to become a ‘pleasure-seeking human’ who was completely fascinated by sexual pleasure and unable to escape, like the stories in those obscene books sold in the marketplace.
Seong Mu-yeon shook his head vigorously, trying to shake off the terrible thoughts.
These worries would soon be over.
Once his illness was cured, he wouldn’t have to cling to Baek Ryeo-il’s cock… or rather, his mercy.
Everything would return to normal.
Seong Mu-yeon consoled himself in that way, and as the sun set and night began, he left Emerald Pavilion.
Gang Woong and Seomun Yuha, along with many Disciples, had gone down the mountain, but many people still remained on Mount Hua, and a banquet was being prepared to celebrate the New Year together.
Large tables were lined up in the wide plaza, and white steam and smoke rose into the sky from makeshift braziers. There were quite a few people left, making it as bustling as a marketplace.
“Happy New Year!”
“Please sit here, Young master.”
Seong Mu-yeon greeted people and looked around.
‘…I don’t see him.’
Baek Ryeo-il, whom he thought would appear at the banquet, was nowhere to be seen.
“Ma Instructor!”
Seong Mu-yeon spotted Ma Jin-cheon surrounded by people and approached him. Ma Jin-cheon greeted him warmly.
“Young master Seong, Happy New Year.”
“To you as well, Instructor. By the way, have you seen Master Baek?”
“Ryeo-il? Earlier…”
Just then, a Disciple ran up and shouted.
“Senior Brother! The Sect leader is calling for you.”
“I’m coming. The banquet will start soon, so please find a seat, Young master.”
As Ma Jin-cheon hurried away, Seong Mu-yeon was left alone. Seeing the Elders and the Sect leader sitting at the head table, it seemed the banquet would begin soon.
Seong Mu-yeon hesitated for a moment before turning around.
Come to think of it, there was one more person spending the holiday alone.
The rest of Mount Hua, except for the plaza, was as quiet as an abandoned ruin. Everyone had flocked to the plaza, so there wasn’t a soul in sight.
The Guest room was even worse. Coming here from the lively street just now, he even felt an eerie aura.
Seong Mu-yeon knocked on Yak Seon’s door, which was no longer locked.
“Esteemed One, are you there?”
The smell of alcohol hit his nose as he opened the door. She was sitting alone in the dark room, drinking. The table was already covered with empty bottles.
“The banquet will begin soon. I’ve come to escort you.”
“Forget it. I’m not going.”
Yak Seon waved her hand. Her tongue was slurred from how drunk she was. Seong Mu-yeon shook his head.
“What is it?”
Yak Seon asked unpleasantly as Seong Mu-yeon sat across from her.
“I’ll just stay here too.”
“Suit yourself.”
Yak Seon poured alcohol into her empty stomach without any snacks. Baek Ryeo-il also liked alcohol, but the two were different. If Baek Ryeo-il enjoyed alcohol, she seemed to be fighting it. She poured it down repeatedly like an enemy to be devoured. She didn’t seem to be enjoying it much.
“Let me ask you something.”
Yak Seon put down the bottle with a thud and said.
“Please do.”
Her bleary eyes met Seong Mu-yeon’s.
“What do you think of your father?”
“……”
“I’m curious how he could be so shameless. You must know what Seong Hyeok-gwang did to start the Demonic Cult.”
Yak Seon held a great grudge against the Demonic Cult. It was something he had seen in the original story. But Seong Mu-yeon didn’t know why that grudge had arisen, or what had happened between her and Seong Hyeok-gwang.
After the Demonic Cult was wiped out, Yak Seon, like Baek Ryeo-il, had disappeared somewhere and never showed her face again.
As the Young master of the Demonic Cult, getting involved with such a person might not be wise.
But.
“Then what should I do?”
“What?”
“I don’t know. So please tell me, Esteemed One. What should I do?”
“……”
“The sins my father committed are unforgivable. That is an undeniable fact.”
Seong Mu-yeon continued calmly.
“But should I go to each and every person who was harmed by my father, bow my head, and ask for forgiveness?”
He didn’t even know if that was possible.
Yak Seon’s face contorted. They had been getting along well enough for the past few days, putting all the problems aside, but that didn’t mean the hidden problems had disappeared. It was something that would explode someday if they didn’t address it.
Seong Mu-yeon continued before Yak Seon got excited and lashed out.
“I’m not saying who was right or wrong. I’m saying let’s be realistic. I knew what was wrong, but there was nothing I could do. I can’t change the Demonic Cult. How could one person do that?”
“……”
“I’ll just think about surviving. I need to survive first, and then I can plan for the next thing, right?”
“Ha!”
Yak Seon scoffed.
“Do you have any intention of doing something?”
The moment she asked that question, Yak Seon saw it.
The fierce anger that resided deep in his eyes. It was only for a very short time, but she had clearly witnessed it.
Too familiar anger and murderous intent.
It was unexpected.
Seong Mu-yeon was always gentle. He was a man who wouldn’t hesitate to kneel and beg others. Except for his surprisingly similar face to the Cult Leader, it was hard to believe that he was one of his seven Young masters.
But now, like his son, he showed a cruel look that was comparable to, if not surpassing, the Cult Leader.
‘I should have known.’
He was, after all, Seong Hyeok-gwang’s bloodline.