Chapter 595 – Dual Genesis (End)

“Ah…”

Elegant hands reached out, softly caressing my cheeks. Soon after, they gathered my hair and brought my face to rest against her full bosom.

“Hey, you little shit.”

Her voice, typically gentle, was unusually tender. It sounded rough, as if mirroring our concealed feelings. Her feathered robe was prickly. The scent of a beloved one’s skin. Her embrace was exceptionally comforting and incredibly refreshing.

“…Have you finally spilled all your secrets?”

Her long-missed touch was fixing my unkempt hair. Slim fingers combed through each strand, lightly tapping my forehead. A warm breath spread across my skin. I became rigid, like a stone in her embrace.

I couldn’t see Se-Young’s expression, but at that moment, I felt as though I could predict it.

A look of sadness, yet achingly adorable, the unmasked expression of an adoring older sister. The provocative expression she wore while crossing her legs in stockings on the open field. The blush and shy smile when she revealed her upper chest. The face I fell in love with.

All these fleeting expressions were so endearing that I found myself rubbing my face against her, left and right.

Her voice, accepting my petulance, moistened my ears.

“It’s all okay.”
“…”
“We love you more than you can imagine. That’s true for everyone. Dallae, Byul, and our Shiba too.”

It was hard to measure, but I wanted to believe it.

– Softness.

When I tried to slightly move my head away from the rough texture of her bra strap on my cheek, Se-Young pulled me back into a tight embrace.

Half soft, half rough. Her expansive chest encompassed my entire face, even when squashed by the strength of her arms.

Se-Young wrapped me up, as if imprisoning me in her coat, stroking my hair over and over. Her voice slowly filled with a suppressed irritation.

“You’re really… such a bastard.”
“…”
“But I still love you. I really wanted to say this. Even I think it’s madness…”

She, who had promised to always be by my side, had left in a month. She gently laid her lips on my head.

“Thank you for being alive… truly.”
“Lee Se-Young.”
“… I’m so relieved.”

As if a dam in her heart had burst, her tears fell, wetting my forehead. Despite the swearing, the hitting, the countless things done in anger, I wondered if this was her true sentiment.

“Sob, sob….Hoo-hoo.”

Escaping from the weeping Se-Young’s arms, I spread my own. Se-Young rushed into my embrace, hugging me tightly. She held on until my breath was stifled, until my shoulders twitched in pain, until my mouth opened in a silent scream from the pressure. Yet, Se-Young showed no signs of discomfort, only scratching my back, urging me to hold her even tighter.

We didn’t physically overlap, but we shared a depth of love that was far more profound.

“Thank you… thank you…”

The love of the Zelkova tree was eternal.

Knock, knock, knock.

‘Why isn’t he coming? There’s so much to do.’

Gu-seul, dressed in a maid outfit of her own liking, knocked on the door with an exasperated huff, and a voice wafted through from the other side.

-Come in.

It was a feminine voice, laced with a hint of moisture. Lee Se-Young. Gu-seul flung the door open, and not long after, she found herself at a loss for words at the spectacle unfolding before her.

“…Your Majesty?”

A burly figure, reminiscent of a bear lost in a reverie, lay asleep, entranced by the softness of the female form. Gu-seul couldn’t help but arch her eyebrows at the sight of Lee Si-heon, slumbering with his head nestled in the plushness of Se-Young’s thighs.

‘He talked as if he would handle everything by himself.’

It hardly seemed plausible for him to surrender so completely to a woman, even for the comfort of a lap pillow.

Regardless, Se-Young was there, stroking Lee Si-heon’s hair with an expression full of affection.

Wait, had her expression just shifted slightly? It seemed to have changed since she saw Gu-seul’s beauty and face.

“It’s been a while, Gu-seul.”
“…Yes, ma’am.”
“Isn’t he cute?”

What was she referring to?

Could it be him?

Her taste was certainly unique. While Gu-seul knew that the bond between the two was intimate, putting King Mokryeong to sleep as if he had been dosed with a sleeping draught was something she had never imagined.

“I think it’s time to hear your side of the story.”
“…What do you plan to do with my story?”
“How else can we anticipate what the Flower spy might do to Si-heon?”

When they had met at the previous meeting, the King’s true identity as Lee Si-heon had been unknown, so the matter was overlooked. But now that she was aware, the situation was different.

Gu-seul chuckled awkwardly, scratching her head.

“Hehe, ma’am. I’m just his secretary. I have nothing to offer in response…”
“Why not?”

Se-Young, serious now, tapped Lee Si-heon’s head.

“Listen, it’s not that I don’t trust him. It’s just that he might choose not to share certain things. Right?”
“…Yes, yes. So what do you want me to answer?”
“Have you slept with him?”

If she were to answer truthfully, would Lee Si-heon be able to leave this place alive today?

Gu-seul cast a glance at Lee Si-heon, who was steeped in sleep. His face looked unusually serene today, radiating happiness… But his smugness was rather irksome. She felt like giving him a piece of her mind.

‘….’

A myriad of images flashed through Gu-seul’s mind. When she thought about it, that man had done more than one or two things.

He had yanked out her nipples in a bunny girl outfit.
Fondled her breasts.
Licked her armpits.
Flicked her belly button. Smata.

Paizuri, fellatio, and more… acts of carnal indulgence.
Even as he unfurled the tale of the Moktendo Sweetwood Tree, a legend he longed to narrate, he reveled in his body with a perverse delight.

‘Almost as if she is his first wife…’

Could it truly be the woman that Lee Si-heon, the insatiable demon of lust, cannot sway?

-Hehe.

Gu-seul cautiously voiced her thoughts.

“…Indeed it was.”
“Hmm, was it now?”

As Gu-seul gazed at the distant mountains, she heaved a deep sigh, her entire body seeming to shrink inward.

“Enrolling in the academy was entirely due to Lee Si-heon. Therefore, I needed to fulfill all his demands in lieu of recruiting him.”
“Do tell more.”
“…He would request armpit licking, and even acts with feet. I was essentially his plaything.”

Se-Young’s actions, accompanied by a knowing smile, seemed out of the ordinary.

– Thwack!

Like a meteorite plummeting from the heavens, Se-Young’s fist hammered into Lee Si-heon’s temple with startling intensity.

“!?”

Si-heon, jolted awake abruptly, blinked in surprise, his gaze darting around.
Si-heon looked at Gu-seul, then at Se-Young again.
He wasn’t an imbecile, he would surely understand the situation.

“…If there’s someone new, he would command them into his bedroom.”

Gu-seul’s bombshell revelation!

Lee Si-heon’s eyes slowly shifted, much like a misbehaved pup.

“Se-Young-“
“Kneel.”
“But I’ve said all-“
“That’s a different matter. Does her armpit taste good?”
“??”

Speak your truth, Gu-seul!
Se-Young, who had managed to make a flustered Si-heon lie down, straddled him, crossing her legs.
In the shadows, if King Mokryeong ruled the land of China, there was a queen, a crow.
Even Gu-seul was momentarily captivated by her seductive and smooth demeanor.

-Whack! Whack!!

“He’s truly beyond redemption, this bastard. Hey, Gu-seul.”
“Yes!”
“So, what else did he do?”

And so, this scoundrel!

“He slept with the officer I once served.”

-Whack!

“And to the innocent just of age, he extended his hand.”

-Wham!!

“And now, he’s even raising a young one, with the intention of consuming her.”

-Crash!

Lee Si-heon’s head slammed into the ground, causing cracks in the floor of the apartment.
Se-Young, who was wearing stockings, dug her heel into his back and yanked Lee Si-heon’s hair.

“Really? You must have had so much fun~ While someone was scrambling in search of you, you were relishing in a land of pleasure?”
“Se-Young… Ugh!”

Inevitable things remain inevitable.
A robust sexual desire isn’t condemnable.

However, the stronger the infraction, the harsher the punishment must be.
Perhaps such an action would mask the guilt, even if slightly.

“Also, why on earth suck armpits? It’s filthy.”
“I concur, I affirm it yet again. Si-heon’s perverted tastes only seem to expand.”
“So, my man has turned into everyone’s man, has he?”

Gu-seul echoed Se-Young’s fury.

Kneeling, Si-heon found himself cowering, the king’s presence vanished into thin air, and he began to look around warily.

An exhilarating thrill of having outwitted his master! His heart twitched with satisfaction, his sadistic tendencies appeased.

In her elation, Gu-seul babbled on, inevitably crossing a line.

“She even has a baby!”

The atmosphere chilled abruptly.

“A baby?”

Se-Young, her face taut, disengaged her supple buttocks from Lee Si-heon’s back. Realization dawned too late on Gu-seul; she had already spilled the beans. It felt as if the wings of an irate crow were flapping on Se-Young’s back.

“Do you have a child, Si-heon?”
“…”
“Answer, dammit.”

They were screwed. The first wife had stumbled upon a matter she couldn’t easily dismiss. Gu-seul tried to sneak away, feeling as if time had slowed, something restrained her ankle.

‘?’

Handcuffs, conjured from wind magic.

‘When did she…?’

Lee Se-young, a rather ordinary mage, not even worthy of an S-rank. It was absurd that Gu-seul, a third level mage, missed her moves. Even Lee Si-heon found himself immobilized, pinned against the wall as if to make a statement.

“Holly.”
“Gu-seul, stay put.”

Gu-seul nodded vigorously. Se-young approached Si-heon, her hand ensnaring his cheeks, squeezing his face.

“Speak clearly.”
“Uh.”
“Like a stray dog, you’ve learned to father a child outside as well. Who is the other party?”
“…the Sage.”
“The Sage? The Sage?”

A blade of wind appeared in Se-young’s hand. Gu-seul, taken aback, intervened.

“Hehe… Ma’am. No, sis… Sis! Si-heon is eking out a living from it, please!”
“Shut up. I’m going to conceive here today and cut it off.”

Se-young, her patience exhausted, wouldn’t be deterred, not even by a third-level mage like Gu-seul. Lee Si-heon, after surviving the risk of castration multiple times, managed to free himself. If he had not been sturdy, his manhood would undoubtedly have been hacked to pieces.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

-Tadak, tadadadak!

The keyboard danced under the nimble fingers, the star’s hands moved in a flurry.

Sometimes, it happens. A woman wagering her life on a game.

Striving to occupy the top spot in the season rankings, Byul, confined to a hospital bed, gritted her teeth and worked tirelessly until she finally burst.

“Ah! Damn it!!”
“Beep?!”

Startled, Shiva woke up from her slumber and looked at Byul.

“Auntie…? Why are you fuming all of a sudden?”
“Freesia, that bitch!”

Anyone who frequented arcades as a kid would understand.

The jarring shock and despair of seeing one’s name fall in the rankings! Byul let out a sigh, placing her hand on the computer. On the screen, an app player was running, mirroring the mobile phone app.

“Aunt Byul…?”

“Ah, my apologies, Miss Shiba…”

“What’s the matter?”

“In the game… Some vixen keeps surpassing my record.”

With a slow turn of her head, Shiba cast her gaze onto the laptop screen.

[2nd Place] Sex King Byul. – Harem Gathering 44521

Regardless of the playful nickname, it was clear that the ranking was not satisfactory to Byul, who was teeming with a fervor for competition.

[1st Place] Freesia – Our Sister’s Charm 44525

The former was a nickname, the latter a guild name.

A difference of a mere 4 points determined victory and defeat. Shiba wore an awkward smile as she observed Byul, who was on the brink of tears over the perceived injustice.

[2076th Place] Shiba’s Bar – Harem Gathering 6931

‘……’

What kind of gaming methods were employed in this celestial realm? Shiba, aware of her own score, couldn’t help but harbor doubts about both Byul and the character, Freesia.

‘Do they do nothing but eat and game?’

-Knock knock!

A notification sound echoed in the room.

[Old Man]

It had been quite some time since she had seen that name. Shiba, who had been sitting next to the hospital bed, sprang up, a bounce in her step.

“I got it!”

“Huh? Got what?”

“I received a message from a friend!”

“Oh… Are you meeting a friend?”

“Beep! I think it’s likely.”

Byul smirked, amused by the adorable Shiba. A friend, such an important connection.

“You should go quickly.”

“Beep!”

With Byul’s permission, Shiba nearly kicked down the door of the ward in her haste to leave. Byul watched the scene, her face manifesting a bitter expression.

‘There shouldn’t be any trouble.’

A monstrous figure, eerily reminiscent of Lee Si-heon, had burst out of the Tower of Time. All Byul could do at this moment was pray inwardly that no disaster would befall them.