By Zephyria A Teasing Taste (4)
‘It’s not my fault.’
It was because he made that strange noise. As expected, he blamed Seong Mu-yeon.
As blood rushed to his manhood, his mind grew hazy. He swallowed dry saliva involuntarily, and his palms began to sweat.
“……Seong Mu-yeon.”
A voice, submerged in lust, flowed out softly.
However, Seong Mu-yeon, who had been moaning incessantly, had been quiet for some time.
“……Hey.”
Instead, even breaths could be heard.
He had fallen asleep before he knew it.
“…….”
Last night, he had been tormented for a long time before falling asleep as if fainting, so he seemed to lack sleep. Moreover, with the massage, his body quickly became languid, and he fell into a deep sleep in an instant.
“…….”
Baek Ryeo-il, who got off the bed clumsily, sat down on the floor and clutched his head as if having a seizure.
‘Damn it!’
For some reason, he felt a deep sense of defeat.
What on earth was he expecting? While deceiving himself that it was a pure intention, he was once again looking for an excuse to touch bodies in the depths of his heart.
‘Am I really crazy?’
As a Taoist walking the path of cultivation, was this acceptable?
“…….”
What’s not acceptable?
Baek Ryeo-il jumped up. Some of his Senior Brothers had already married and had three or four children, and those children had grown up and entered as third-generation disciples.
He hadn’t even harassed a married woman, so what was the problem? Ma Jin-cheon had told him not to bring in any illegitimate children. Since they were both men, such a mistake could never happen even if they died and came back to life.
No matter how he thought about it, there was no problem?
But he had already made a promise with Seong Mu-yeon. To treat it as if nothing happened after the night passed.
‘You stupid bastard! Why did you make such a promise!’
Baek Ryeo-il was frustrated and pounded his chest.
“But Young master, I have a question.”
The one who asked was Wang Ho-jun. He, who had come to visit the sick, stared intently at Seong Mu-yeon.
“What is it?”
“You seem to be in good health these days. Strangely, your complexion looks good too. Did you take some spirit pill?”
“Cough!”
Only Wang Ho-jun and a few members of the Finance Division, as well as the head of the Hall of Medicine, knew about Seong Mu-yeon’s condition.
Seong Mu-yeon’s face turned blue, and he coughed for a long time as he choked. Wang Ho-jun hurriedly handed him a cotton cloth and shook his head.
“It seems I was mistaken. You seem to be the same as ever.”
Wang Ho-jun seemed worried that he would spit out blood again.
“Haha……. Hahaha……. It’s a mistake. Yes. Where would a spirit pill suddenly come from in this mountain valley? It’s not like we raided Mount Hua’s secret vault.”
I did eat one……. A very good one…….
“Anyway, take good care of your health. Otherwise…….”
Wang Ho-jun swallowed the rest of his words. But the meaning was clear.
‘If you die, who will help with the Finance Division’s chores?’
As soon as he finished processing these bills, which were enough to make him feel like he was dying, they piled up like a mountain again the next day. It couldn’t be helped since it was a Great Sect with thousands of people living there.
They seemed to want Seong Mu-yeon to return quickly, as they were short of even one hand.
From that day on, Seong Mu-yeon did not go outside his room. As Ma Jin-cheon had instructed, he intended not to give Mount Hua even a single excuse to kick him out.
What are they going to do?
If he wasn’t in front of their eyes, they couldn’t pick a fight. And it didn’t seem like there would be anyone brave enough to come all the way to Emerald Pavilion, where the scary Baek Ryeo-il was staying, and stir things up.
It was a very excellent plan.
“…….”
Except for being bored.
Even Baek Ryeo-il, saying that he had been neglecting his training, took his sword and went out, and days went by without him showing his face all day long.
He would stare at the empty corners for no reason, and if even a small speck of dust caught his eye, he would turn the whole room upside down, sweeping and wiping.
That was only for a day or two, and after he had scrubbed all the rooms of Emerald Pavilion until they shone, he was bored again.
Seong Mu-yeon felt suffocated and went out to the yard, lying down on the platform. He could see heads passing by beyond the fence, but nothing special happened.
‘I wish something special would happen.’
He was so bored that Seong Mu-yeon thought so.
If he didn’t watch the clouds flowing by, he would feel like time had stopped. He even missed the times when Baek Ryeo-il chased after him, saying he would kill him.
It was thrilling, but it was fun.
At that moment, a head popping up from the fence caught his eye. He recognized the person at once.
“Gang Instructor?”
“Young master! Where is Senior Brother?”
Gang Woong anxiously looked around.
Gang Woong was the only one who spoke to him without any hesitation. Even the Junior Brothers who were with the boy couldn’t even think of approaching from a distance, and only blinked their eyes. It seemed that they, too, had decided to distance themselves from Seong Mu-yeon because of the Jang Han-soo incident.
“Don’t worry about those kids. They have to go before they’re late for training anyway.”
As Gang Woong waved his hand as if telling them to go, the boys scurried away.
“Doesn’t Gang Instructor have to go to training?”
“Ah…….”
At Seong Mu-yeon’s question, his face darkened slightly. But as if nothing had happened, he quickly erased the worry and put on a full smile.
“From now on, it’s time for me to receive training from my direct Master. By the way, are you feeling better?”
“W, why are you asking that?”
Seong Mu-yeon flinched for no reason.
No one knew about his illness yet except for a very small number of people. And he wanted no one to ever know how he had cured his worsened condition.
“I was there yesterday too. I was really surprised. I don’t think you’ve even learned martial arts, but how did you manage to block Jang Senior Brother’s attack with such wit? Thanks to you, no one was hurt…….”
“…….”
The little guy had quite the eye.
Not only the boys, but also the people who arrived late didn’t realize what had happened.
“And then I saw Baek Senior Brother taking you away, and you looked so pale that I was so worried. Ordinary people can suffer fatal injuries even if they are grazed by a master’s attack.”
“I, I’m fine. Look! I’m fine now, aren’t I?”
Seong Mu-yeon waved his arms. Only then did Gang Woong relax his face and smile comfortably.
“That’s a relief.”
“If you’re okay, would you like to come in? Would you like a cup of tea?”
Gang Woong’s face lit up as if he was bored too. He nodded and walked along the fence to enter through the gate.
But coincidentally, some of the boys witnessed Gang Woong and Seong Mu-yeon having a friendly conversation. Seong Mu-yeon quickly noticed their gazes, but pretended not to notice. He judged that there would be no problem since the young disciples wouldn’t deliberately come into Emerald Pavilion to pick a fight.
“How shameless.”
It was enough to ignore them muttering among themselves.
But that was a mistake.
Seong Mu-yeon didn’t care, but Gang Woong did.
Gang Woong, who was just about to enter the fence, stopped and called out to them.
“You guys. What did you just say?”
“Yes? What?”
“I’m asking what you just said.”
The voice, asking softly, was quite sharp. The boys shrugged their shoulders, even more bewildered.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about…….”
“Just go. I’m fine.”
As Seong Mu-yeon dissuaded him, Gang Woong reluctantly turned around. Even so, he glared at them fiercely until the end. Gang Woong sighed deeply.
“I’m sorry. Everyone is angry, but they’ll get over it soon. Don’t take it to heart.”
……Would they really?
Seong Mu-yeon was skeptical. Hostility towards the Demonic Cult would only intensify day by day. Later on, even if only the ‘Ma’ character of the Demonic Cult came out, people would become hostile and fights would frequently break out, regardless of whether they were from the orthodox sect or the evil sect.
It was still relatively mild now. Except for Jang Han-soo, there was no one who openly clashed with him yet.
Seong Mu-yeon was the owner of a thick face who could hear such words and let them flow out of one ear without any change in expression. But not everyone could act like that.
Sure enough, as they were about to leave, blatant ridicule was heard. This time, it was a remark targeting Gang Woong.
“Traitor.”
“Hey!”
This time, Gang Woong couldn’t stand it and immediately chased after them. Seong Mu-yeon couldn’t even stop him.
“What are you doing? If you have something to say, say it in front of me. Don’t do that from behind.”
“What did we do?”
“What did you say earlier? Say it again.”
“You’ll regret it?”
The boys sneered.
“Me? Why? I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Okay. We said you’re a traitor. Why are you hanging out with that bastard?”
One boy said, pointing at Seong Mu-yeon.
“What happened yesterday? Jang Uncle-Master is lying in bed, but you, as the Senior Brother, shouldn’t be doing that.”
The boy seemed to have a lot to say and poured it all out. At the same time, Gang Woong’s face turned red with anger.
“Apologize right now.”
“I don’t want to. Did I say anything wrong?”
“Apologize!”
Gang Woong rushed at the boys.
Still young, he was helplessly overcome by the provocation of his peers. Thanks to him throwing himself without thinking, one of the guys tripped him with a slyly extended leg, and he fell pathetically.
Gang Woong quickly got up and huffed and puffed. He had shown a shameful sight.
“Cowardly!”
“Senior Brother came on his own and fell on his own. I doubt if you even have the qualifications to be a Senior Brother. So what if you entered first? That’s why you still haven’t been able to form a brotherhood.”
Gang Woong froze. His tightly clenched fist was trembling ominously.