Chapter 757 – External Affairs (4)

It’s quiet.

As the man stroked the fibers that did not fit all in the palm of his hand her, the girl’s moist thighs began to itch.

On a blanket that is difficult for one person to lie down on.

He swallowed his saliva and diligently moved his hands her.

“… Master. Ah.”

When I lifted the soft cloth in front of me to expose the inside, my lungs were constricted by the mounds of soft flesh that were ripe and not dry.

Unlike his her hair her, which was as black as obsidian, his her exposed groin her was white and plump.

“There… It’s dirty.”

Even without touching his nose her, the smell of ebony was dizzying.

The natural scent of a disciple mixed with oil and sweat.

Trapped in breathless underpants all day long, the embarrassing body odor from the hard training clung to my smooth skin.

“Master… ? “Oh.”

Then, the two shadows reflected in the lamp could not stand it and became entangled.

“Ugh, ugh… Ah… ♡”

The large animal attacked the disciple without mercy, grabbed the ebony head, crushed his thighs, and rocked his waist back and forth.

-Puck, puck, puck, puck.

“Master… Sir. Oh… Master… Sick…”

The painful moans from the pain of breaking the fruit became the cries of a lowly female.

The small-sized disciple ended up having his body and mind stolen from his teacher.

“Master… We… If this happens… Ah! Ah!”

From the narrow hole of the ripened ebony, whitish love juice flows out.

The appearance of calmly and pleasantly accepting pleasure.

My white and small lips were taken away in an instant. The teacher’s rough offal absorbed all the student’s sweet saliva.

“Oh… Master. Master… !”

A voice that loses its innocence and becomes increasingly angry.

Whose will was it?

The teacher and disciple, whose naked bodies were entangled, were busy coveting each other.

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

I had a fucking dream.

“…”

I looked at Ebony, who was sitting quietly, rubbing my forehead with a straight face.

The face of the disciple who was sitting on his knees did not seem so beautiful.

“Disciple.”

“… Yes, Master.”

“Maybe I made a mistake yesterday?”

I don’t know if it’s a trick of fate, but every time I get drunk, something big happens in my life.

So this time, I went to sleep after getting rid of any remaining drunkenness so that I would never make a mistake.

“What poem, mistake?”

But why does Ebony react like this?

‘How would I know?’

I put my hands together, washed my face, and looked at the clock. It was time for the kids to wake up.

Yesterday, my dream was so violent that my anxiety never went down. It’s a nightmare in a slightly different direction than the nightmares I usually have.

-Fixing, twisting.

The ebony guy with his knees together was getting restless, so I stared at his face.

Looks much more flushed than usual.

“Nothing really happened, right?”

“Ah yes… Although it was my first time. I enjoyed it. I mean drinking…”

Don’t spit out the word “First” Carelessly.

My blood pressure peaked and then came down in an instant.

“Yeah, yeah. But why are you sitting like a puppy that wants to poop?”

“Ah. “Because I had a dream.”

Dream?

This time, I didn’t do anything wrong, but I felt guilty.

My body was not sticky, and all the surrounding circumstances, including the bedding, prove my innocence.

If he had committed it, Ebony’s clothes wouldn’t have been so clean.

“What did you dream about?”

“A long time ago… It was a dream. In the laboratory.”

I wondered if I had the same dream, but I was glad that I didn’t.

“Laboratory?”

“Yes.”

“Sometimes when you’re drunk, you have nostalgic or bad dreams.”

A nostalgic dream… The ebony muttered to itself and smiled innocently at me.

“Well, I guess it’s a nostalgic dream. My friend came out. “With my brother.”

It was so pure that I thought of the dream and felt like crying.

“Yeah, really?”

“Yes.”

“I need to solve your problem quickly. Hmm. That’s how it should be. Because I collected all the teacher tickers.”

“You don’t have to rush. But did you also dream, Master?”

The smell of soft ebony cannot leave my mind. Unlike the crisp horse chestnut, it’s warm and sweet like vending machine milk…

In the dream, he appeared as a slightly larger adult, but the size inside his underwear was the same.

Even though I said I should never think about it, my five senses were telling me.

‘Let’s commit suicide.’

Ebony asked cautiously, probably because my expression seemed serious.

“Did I have a bad dream… ?” ? “I’m sorry, Master.”

“No, it was absolutely not your fault.”

My spine was drenched in cold sweat as I wondered what kind of strange dream a person from the older generation who was supposed to properly guide growing children could have.

I heard somewhere that dreams project one’s desires.

Feelings of self-destruction pricked my body like sharp needles.

“I dreamed that I made a big mistake.”

A dream is a dream.

The moment I tried to calm down my body and relax my expression, Ebony opened her mouth.

“Dreams are a distortion of a person’s worries.”

“… Worried?”

“My sister Gusul told me.”

Come to think of it, Ebony also had a lot of nightmares.

When I was a bastard, there were many times when I would wake up in the middle of the night and go into a state of panic and not be able to breathe, going to and from death.

By the way, I’m worried. I guess I was conscious of what I might do to my student without my knowledge.

Only then did I vaguely recall my image reflected in my dream.

My face is even more broken than it is now.

It was the ugly appearance of an animal consumed by sexual desire and immersed in reproduction.

“Master… “Shall we prepare breakfast?”

An indescribably soft texture covered the back of my hand.

Ebony folded her hands over mine.

The intention to change the subject and brighten the mood was admirable, so I relaxed my expression and roughly patted the guy’s head.

* * * * * * * * * *

“There are no other words to convey this deep regret. Honorary Knight Soo-yeon Kim.”

When Su-yeon realized that Per Patua’s cause of death was the same as her own dream of hers, she could not live a peaceful life.

“I’m sorry.”

“Why-“

A voice that bitterly slices the investigator’s heartbreaking apology.

The voice of a sick girl without any magical power overwhelmed the institution’s elite.

“Why on earth was there no one next to the saint?”

“It’s not that it doesn’t exist. Everyone died.”

The square in the space reflected in the investigator’s eyes darkened, and an outline containing Kim Soo-yeon’s appearance was overlaid.

A miserable monster that has been completely stripped of its dreamlike qualities.

Cold tears that no one could wipe away flowed from Mihyeong’s distorted face.

“To guard Lady Perpatua, we selected particularly strong talents from the Seven Colored Knights and entrusted them with this task. Nevertheless…”

The suffocating investigator tried his best to say that it was something that could not be helped, but nothing he said could convince Soo-yeon.

“There must have been someone stronger. Well at least… “I wouldn’t have faced something like that.”

Per Patua’s body she was left next to the World Tree of Sacrifice according to the wishes she left behind during her lifetime.

All remaining property, as requested by Perpatua, would be used as an opportunity for innocent children who did not distinguish between humans and trees.

“I was never the type of person to go that way.”

“Whoever the escort was, the outcome might have been the same. There aren’t many people who would do something like this. If he is king…”

King.

King Molyeong. Lee Si-heon.

Sooyeon clenched her teeth so hard that she molars her cracked and clenched her fists with all her might.

“So. “You couldn’t help it?”

My teeth are shaking with anger. There was deep resentment in his voice her, and blood began to mix with his tears her.

Incompetent guy.

At the same time, he became disillusioned with his incompetence, which was no different from that of the investigator in front of him.

“Get out.”

Although he would have crumpled at the insult, the investigator was unable to utter a single word of warning due to Kim Soo-yeon’s pure anger.

A face so exhausted that it looks like it could disappear from this world even tomorrow.

However, her justice did not completely cool down.

“… Wait.”

“Yes?”

Soo-yeon stopped the investigator on his way out and sat in the hospital room and warned him.

“It is unlikely that it is the King of Mokryeong. Flowers are the same. Be careful inside the church.”

In this situation, there was no reason for Lee Si-heon to target Perpatua unless he was thinking about collapsing himself.

The flowers were the same.

Although cistus is a cancerous tumor on the flower, it is a special type of poisonous species that recognizes and acts like a ghost if it is harmful to itself.

“We will review it.”

-Thump.

When the investigator left with the sound of the door, Sooyeon immediately curled up and vented her anger.

She repeatedly screamed and vented her anger in exasperation.

She is incompetent and sinful. She is not herself. She is a woman who has never sinned and had to die in such a cruel way.

Su-yeon couldn’t understand it at all.

‘… ‘No more.’

I don’t like fighting.

The reason she inherited her grandfather’s halo and infinite sword is,

I held her sword her to fulfill her will her, not to ignore her blood her that would be on my hands her.

Weakness eats away at your conscience.

When she abandons little by little what she intended to embrace, her dulled heart degenerates into the hood of her hypocrisy.

‘…’

There was something she realized only after killing someone in war.

The definition of a fashionable society is that it is thinner than the wallpaper in an old apartment.

Next to her grandfather, all she could see was the beautiful wallpaper pattern.

If I had known whose blood the glue-mashed wallpaper was made from, I would never have looked at my grandfather with kind eyes… I didn’t know at the time.

Still, she could vaguely feel her grandfather’s dirty backside. I had no intention of imitating that point.

But as she met politicians and learned the unspeakable truth, her thoughts changed.

Growing up she naturally noticed how much blood had flowed on her grandfather’s hands, but unlike her childhood it did not shock her.

Because I have come to acknowledge in my heart that the peace created by Mugung was truly achieved only through the sacrifice of a few people.

I respected it.

The country her grandfather founded… In fact, there were fewer wronged people than in any other state of society.

Just a little more there.

I wanted to create a world where good people could grow up.

‘… Ah.’

When Lee Si-heon, who had been oppressed by the system created by Mugung, became king and appeared before her eyes.

Su-yeon found herself in a situation that she could not do anything about.

The moment she criticizes Lee Si-heon, her sense of justice will be broken.

If she defended him, she would be denying the very essence of the society she was trying to build.

The direction of distorted consciousness is to deny Lee Si-heon’s method.

Will the society that Lee Si-heon has changed be more just than it is now?

He said it could never be like that and biased her thoughts in a narrow-minded direction. That way, she will fit into the method she sets out.

Lee Si-heon becomes a ‘revolutionary pursuing the wrong method’ rather than an ‘unjust victim.’

“…”

Because it was easier to think that way.

These are my disgusting thoughts that I now know well.

Rather than someone who somehow pretends to be just and tries to forcibly piece together beliefs that don’t fit.

Why did I realize now that it is much nobler and greater to accept the mud that is buried in it?

“You idiot… Hehe.”

The tears stopped.

Su-yeon looked at her blank face and laughed at herself.

“The baddest bitch wants to look like that. “I’m crying out for bullshit philosophy.”

What is justice, what is goodness.

Just spitting out cringeworthy words.

The voice of the desperate man who fell to the bottom and crawled up is dismissed as nonsense.

Disgusting and petty bitch.

Is this any different from a flower?

“… Heh, Perpatua.”

Although it is not you, there is someone in this world who deserves to be loved.

There are people who can give love even when they are not loved.

Such virtue and goodness, paradoxically, were not necessary for those who wanted to achieve something. What had to be used was the determination and will to get your hands dirty at any time.

“Ah.”

A thought crossed Sooyeon’s mind.

Yes.

It’s all the same.

Grandfather and Cheonmado.

Lee Si-heon and others too. All together as one-

It was time for the faint light in Sooyeon’s eyes to fade as she raised her head.

-Knock, knock.

A knock rang out.

[Um, honorary knight Sooyeon? The World Tree would like to meet you, Knight.]

“… “Someone.”

[I don’t know much, but… Sepi… ? I think you revealed your name.]

The driver continued speaking in a vague voice, as if he couldn’t quite remember.

[He said he wanted to give me a chance.]