144 – Gift (5)

Gift (5)

Suddenly, Baek Ryeo-il’s gaze went down Seong Mu-yeon’s neck.

His collar was messed up from the scuffle.

Anger and fighting are expressions of intense emotion. While shouting in excitement, blood flow circulated and muscles swelled taut.

The throbbing heart rapidly circulated blood flow, reddening the skin and making even the lips feel hot.

Baek Ryeo-il looked up again and even his breathing seemed slightly rough. The atmosphere between the two, who had been glaring at each other, suddenly flowed in a strange direction.

Whether it was anger or desire, heat was heat. The heated body could too easily lose its original purpose. Suddenly, his heart began to pound even more violently.

Seong Mu-yeon couldn’t take his eyes off Baek Ryeo-il’s ardent face as he looked at him. As he approached, Seong Mu-yeon also approached.

As they got close enough for their breaths to mingle, his heart pounded so loudly that he worried it would be heard.

It was then.

“Senior Brother. Are you there?”

The voice from outside made the two of them stiffen. It was Jang Han-soo.

“May I come in?”

The sound of a door opening was heard. It was the sound of opening Baek Ryeo-il’s door, which was right next door.

“Master Uncle, what’s wrong?”

Gang Woong cautiously asked Jang Han-soo. The boy had seen with his own eyes his Master barging into Seong Mu-yeon’s room a little while ago, and he must have clearly heard them fighting.

“Master called for you. I clearly saw you coming in here, where did you go?”

“Ah…….”

“Is he in Young master Seong Mu-yeon’s room?”

Jang Han-soo’s footsteps grew closer. Baek Ryeo-il clicked his tongue annoyedly, then got up and sat Seong Mu-yeon up straight as well. After tidying his disheveled hair, he waited for Jang Han-soo to barge in as if nothing had happened.

But.

“M, Master Uncle! You can’t go in!”

“Huh?”

“M, Master is not here. He’s gone out!”

“What are you talking about? I saw him coming in here.”

“He went out again in a flash, you must not have seen him.”

Seong Mu-yeon and Baek Ryeo-il were both dumbfounded. They couldn’t understand why Gang Woong was telling such a lie.

After a moment of silence, the sound of Jang Han-soo taking a step was heard. But his footsteps were still heading towards Seong Mu-yeon’s room.

“M, Master is not here, I tell you?”

“Why are you doing this! I also have something to say to Young master Seong Mu-yeon.”

“No! Young master……. Young master is sleeping now!”

He was so desperate that it was pitiful.

“Get out of the way! Why are you acting so suspiciously? What are you doing in the room! I’ll have to check it myself.”

“Master Uncle!”

The two began to scuffle.

“…I can’t help it. If I said he wasn’t here and he is, Gang Woong will be in trouble, won’t he?”

“Why should I care.”

“I have to pretend to be asleep…….”

Seong Mu-yeon quickly shoved Baek Ryeo-il under the bed and lay down on the bed, pulling the blanket up to his chin.

‘What a hardship this is.’

He was making things complicated by volunteering for something that would have passed if he had just left it alone.

Before long, the door creaked open. As he rubbed his eyes as if he had just woken up and turned his head, he saw Jang Han-soo scanning the room with a sharp look. Behind him, Gang Woong had his eyes tightly shut.

“What’s wrong?”

“No, well…….”

Jang Han-soo trailed off, suspiciously scanning the room. Gang Woong, who had confirmed that Seong Mu-yeon was lying alone on the bed as he had said, let out a sigh of relief.

“Why are you doing that?”

“You sleep with all your clothes on, I see?”

“I lay down for a moment and dozed off. Is something the matter?”

Seong Mu-yeon calmly smoothed his hair.

“…If you see Senior Brother, please tell him we’re looking for him.”

“Is it urgent?”

“It’s nothing like that.”

“Yes, I will tell him.”

“Then.”

Seong Mu-yeon personally saw Jang Han-soo off. Only after confirming that he had completely left did he turn to Gang Woong.

“Disciple, I don’t know why, but there’s no need to tell such a lie.”

“I, I’m sorry……. I was worried something troublesome would happen.”

“What troublesome thing?”

“That’s…….”

Seong Mu-yeon was puzzled, but soon forgot about it. It was because Baek Ryeo-il, who had crawled out from under the bed, was already hugging the Wine Jars.

“This is Hundred Flower Dew!”

“Ah!”

After all that fuss, he ended up getting caught. Seong Mu-yeon snatched the bottle from Baek Ryeo-il’s arms, who was grinning broadly.

“Damn it! Can’t you just pretend you didn’t see it? It’s obvious I hid it!”

“Didn’t you buy it for me? You didn’t buy it for yourself, did you?”

Baek Ryeo-il tightened his grip on the Wine Jar to keep it from being taken away.

“Do you know how much one bottle costs? I didn’t spend that much money to give it to you like this. Anyway, you’re too clueless.”

He slapped the back of Baek Ryeo-il’s hand and put all the remaining jars in the drawer, grumbling.

It was quiet, so he looked up and saw Baek Ryeo-il gaping. Seong Mu-yeon’s face flushed for no reason at the gaze that stared at him with trembling eyes.

“I promised to buy it for you before. I’m just keeping my promise!”

“Ah, th, that’s right.”

But wasn’t Baek Ryeo-il’s ear also turning red?

An awkward silence flowed in the room. But soon Gang Woong broke the silence. He ran out as if fleeing without even saying goodbye.

“Disciple Gang?”

He frowned at the strange behavior, but suddenly a strong force wrapped around his waist and pulled him.

The next moment, his lips were swallowed.

Seong Mu-yeon, whose waist was almost bent backwards, glanced at the door, sweating coldly.

Gang Woong had finally realized the unhealthy act they were doing for the sake of their healthy goal.

Judging from Baek Ryeo-il’s reaction, which was neither surprised nor embarrassed, he must have already known that he had been caught. He should be focusing on character education, but instead he was letting a child who still had to grow up condone this dishonest relationship.

But such thoughts evaporated from his mind as the hot tongue stimulated the mucous membrane in his mouth.

When he came to his senses, he was naturally lying on his back on the bed, accepting Baek Ryeo-il’s pouring kisses.

“Senior Brother Sang was looking for you…… haa……. Shouldn’t you go?”

Seong Mu-yeon asked, shuddering at the sensation of a moist tongue touching his neck and gently sucking it.

“He said it wasn’t urgent.”

His front was open and cold air touched him. Baek Ryeo-il buried his face in his sternum and took a deep breath as if savoring it.

When the pointed tip of his tongue poked his nipple, Seong Mu-yeon, who had let out a groan from inside his throat, suddenly came to his senses.

“Ah, no. There are people outside……!”

“They’ve all left.”

Baek Ryeo-il, dissatisfied, grabbed his center. The thing that had been half-standing quickly rose hard.

“Don’t think about other guys in front of me.”

“It’s not that…… heuu…….”

Involuntarily, he couldn’t continue his thoughts and rubbed the back of his head on the bed, whimpering softly.

But before long, he had to stop because he could hear Jang Han-soo and his disciples looking for Baek Ryeo-il.

“Damn it.”

He wiped the hand stained with Seong Mu-yeon’s white fluid on a cloth, muttering curses. His cheeks were red with unsated desire.

“I’ll be right back.”

He wiped Seong Mu-yeon’s body, which was slowly blinking with the afterglow of climax, and left the room looking neat.

Contrary to his words that he would be right back, Baek Ryeo-il was only able to cross the threshold late that night.

Seong Mu-yeon woke up to someone shaking him. It was still dark dawn.

“Disciple?”

“Shh.”

Baek Ryeo-il lowered his voice and said quickly.

“It’s been decided that we’ll raid the Demon Slayer Unit before sunrise. I’m leaving now.”

Seong Mu-yeon woke up completely at those words.

“So suddenly? But the Habeok Peng Clan hasn’t joined yet.”

It was possible that it would take several more days for Peng Do-hwan to return with the martial artist of the Habeok Peng Clan.

“That was Peng Yuan-jin’s plan too. He kept requesting support here and there to make it seem like the alliance wasn’t ready yet. He’s not going to give the spy time to move.”

Seong Mu-yeon looked at him worriedly. Baek Ryeo-il, realizing his concerns, said coldly.

“I have to pay back the debt. I can’t stand being taken advantage of.”

He gripped the sword hilt tightly as if steeling himself. Seong Mu-yeon nodded. This time, since they were the ones attacking first, they wouldn’t be caught off guard like last time. They had plenty of time to prepare. It was time for the many masters gathered here to take up their swords.

“Please be careful.”

Seong Mu-yeon had no doubt that he would come back alive, but his hardened face would not soften. He was worried that he had just recovered from his injuries and that he might have aftereffects.

Baek Ryeo-il glanced at him. The face of a martial artist, sharpened for battle, softened slightly. A hot palm touched his cheek.

“Why are you making such an uncharacteristic face? I thought you wouldn’t bat an eye even if the world collapsed.”