Chapter 82 – Three Days of Happiness (2)

After watching the movie’s ending, we decided to find a nearby motel and rest.

In the cramped motel room, neither Cheondo nor I were particular about where we slept, so I chose a room as close as possible. It was small but cozy. Lying on the large double bed and closing my eyes, drowsiness washed over me.

“Are you sleepy?”
“Yes.”
“Then it would have been better to find a place to stay first instead of playing around. I don’t know why we didn’t.”

On Cheondo’s head, who emotionlessly criticized, a star-shaped character headband she bought at the movie theater stood proudly.

A cat sticker adorned the back of her delicate hand, and the plastic bag she held contained character merchandise.

Of course, I bought it because I pleaded for it, but maybe Cheondo wanted it too. Contrary to her cold expression, she is honest about her passions.

“Enjoy everything while you can.”

“Who enjoyed it? It must have been you.”

Cheondo snorted and sat on the blanket at my feet, removing her cloak and hanging it on the bedside table. She then lay back, her head resting on her stomach.

“What are you doing?”
“All my energy is drained. It’s only natural since I’ve been exerting myself in this weakened state. I’m so exhausted that I can barely move a muscle.”
“Aren’t you going to wash up?”
“I should, but right now I just want to do this.”

Saying that, Cheondo took out a bundle of twigs, leaves, and flowers from her spatial pocket and showed it to me.

It was a plant imbued with dark magic, one I couldn’t help but remember.

“It’s the mistletoe I removed from my neck.”

What did she plan to do with it?

As I asked with curiosity, Cheondo shifted her gaze to meet mine, her soft cheek pressed against my stomach.

“It could be quite useful as a weapon. I’m not sure which weapon it would suit, but it surely has enough power within.”
“Is that so?”

“Let’s forge your weapon from this.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at those words.

By now, I had grown accustomed to the ease with which these gifts were given, as well as to the grace I received in return.

-…

A drowsy atmosphere permeated the tranquil air. Both Cheondo and I succumbed to the warmth, allowing our eyelids to fall shut.

“Master, I have a question.”

“What is it?”

I couldn’t recall how many times I had pondered this. Why did Cheondo do so much for me? It was a tiresome question. Perhaps it was time for some answers.

“I apologize for asking again, but why—”

“It’s done.”

As if Cheondo had already seen through my thoughts, the answer came in a gentle voice that threatened to lull me to sleep.

“The bond between people isn’t so simple that it can be grasped through mere contemplation, nor can it be explained in a few words.”

Cheondo reached out and donned the ring.

As if recalling a time when she played with a cigarette, she revealed her emotions for the first time with a sardonic smile.

“Or what? Do you need an occasion to prove your feelings before they’ll acknowledge it?”

The corners of my mouth trembled. I didn’t know why they quivered, so I averted my gaze, and the sight of 천도 only became more disconcerting.

Indescribable emotions welled up within me. We must have conversed for quite a while, all the while forcibly suppressing those feelings.

천도’s breathing grew steady as she closed her eyelids. I gently turned her upper body, laying her down on the bed. After tidying up the mistletoe and other items, I left 천도, who had fallen asleep, behind and entered the shower, allowing the water to hit me.

A cold stream of water spurted out from the slightly rusted showerhead.

– Shuaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

As the water hit my face, the heat from my forehead dissipated, leaving a cool sensation. I struck my head against the mirror while exhaling a sigh of relief.

‘I almost screwed up.’

Unable to resist the momentary passion, I nearly did something impulsive right then and there.

I nearly violated the unspoken rule between master and disciple. From the beginning, Cheondo’s attire was far too provocative. The skin-tight tights were so risqué that I had managed to ignore them until now.

Having made up my mind, I left the shower room, now clad in a gown.

‘We must vanquish the lascivious demon.’

– Squeak.

Upon returning to the room, I found Baekdo, who had changed her body, sitting there.

It was a relief.

Mysteriously, the lewd urges subsided naturally.

“Pupil.”

“What?”

“What kind of taste is this, Frick… What? Why are you watching this?”

Baekdo, who had rummaged through the plastic bag on the table and pulled out character merchandise, furrowed her brow. Could one’s tastes truly not be respected? As I offered a disheartened smile, Baekdo retreated further into the bed, her face expressing disgust as if she were looking at a thief caught stealing from an adult novelty store.

“Why do you hate it so much?”

“I tried to respect it, at least.”

“What kind of respect is that? It’s like attacking everyone who enjoys anime.”

“My disciple ignores countless masterpieces, yet indulges in such childish cartoons to satisfy their base desires. How can I not be angry?”

A chilling knife pierced the heart.

“Be grateful that Master Cheondo is not awake.”
“Why mention Cheondo? She probably thought the same but didn’t show it. I say this for my disciple’s sake. Stop watching such things.”

No response was given.
In truth, it all pertained to Cheondo.
Unaware, Baekdo would accumulate karmic debt. She probably assumed she’d be scorned on her own accord.

Initially, the hierarchy of masters and disciples began with pleasing the highest-ranking master.
Intuitively grasping the firmly established order of Hwangdo“Am I not allowed to come out?”

“I wish it could be embedded in my body as much as possible.”
“You must be really eager to find out. I still don’t understand why I have to put up with someone like you.”
“How do you feel?”

Baekdo, who always engaged in casual conversations with me, rose from her seat and picked up her gown.

“Are you going to wash up?”
“Washing feels more refreshing and is better than magic.”
“Well, true…”

– Thud.

After closing the door and leaving Baekdo behind, I sprawled out on the bed and yawned deeply. Perhaps because my heart felt at ease, it seemed like sleeping would now be more comfortable.

When I found and checked my phone, there were several messages from Azalea.

[Two days ago]
Azalea: I went to a restaurant with Shiba today.
Azalea: Photo
Azalea: Photo

[One day ago]
Azalea: Shiba is crying today because she misses you… If you have time, could we at least have a phone call?

Upon seeing Shiba with a sullen expression in the dormitory, a smile naturally bloomed at the corners of his mouth. However, as he lowered his gaze to the text below, a wave of bitterness washed over him. Truth be told, he had planned on staying here for a few more days and taking it easy, but it seemed he would have to either fetch Shiba or head to the dormitory sooner than expected.

Without delay, he dialed her number on his cell phone, and before it could ring more than a few times, Azalea’s voice came through the speaker.

[Hello? What brings you to call?]
“Uh, I just finished training, and after receiving your text, I decided to call.”
[Oh? Ah, I see… Did you call because of Shiba?]
“No, I just wanted to hear your voice as well.”
[Even if it’s just empty words, thank you. Can you hold on for a moment?]

Shortly after she spoke, a beeping sound emerged from within the cell phone.

[Bee-it! Bee-ee-ee-it!]
“Shiba?”
[Ba-ah! Bah!!]

The volume of her shouting was so intense that it hurt his ears even from his current location.

Unable to resist any longer, I switched to a video call, and there was Shiba, her face hidden on the screen, wearing a lovely nightgown.

[Sob…]

Her tear-streaked face tugged at my heartstrings.

[I think you need to come quickly. You know why, right?]
“Yes, I suppose so.”
[By the way, is that a motel? Who are you with?]
“Ah, I’m here with my mentor.”
[Is that so…]
[Beep…]

Azalea and Shiba’s voices, filled with longing, echoed simultaneously, sounding strikingly similar.

‘I should hurry.’

– Thud.

As I heard the sound of a door, I ended the call with a fitting remark. At the last moment, I caught a glimpse of Shiba running off somewhere, clutching her phone so Azalea wouldn’t hang up. Although I could have ended the call myself, the sight of the child who didn’t know that yet was endearing.

By now, Shiba is probably gazing at the empty screen, her knees buckling in disappointment.

And then, a beeping sound, filled with resentment towards Hae-nul.

“Who were you talking to?”
“Our daughter.”

White Peach sat on the bed, wiping her wet white hair with a towel just enough to dry it. Her eyes kept closing, making her appear quite sleepy. Perhaps the day’s events had been that overwhelming.

“Let’s get some sleep.”
“Alright.”

We lay in bed, idly playing with our phones for a while, then fell into a light slumber. Perhaps because we treated each other as simply detestable, there was no particular emotion felt while lying together.

* * * * *

I felt an odd sensation of something damp sweeping across my lower abdomen.

-Churrup.

The sound of sticky saliva intertwining with skin; I tried to open my eyes, but my mind was hazy, as if my body had been drugged. It was as if I were sinking into a vast, deep sea and slowly floating there. I couldn’t feel any sensation.

Only peculiar sounds echo from far away.

The sound of the liquid splashing was irritating to my ears, and upon listening closely, it became clear that it was emanating from right beneath me.

Could this sensation be related to losing consciousness? Unable to lift my eyelids, I felt a faint magical presence.

Sleep magic? It seems like a moderate combination of sleep and bondage spells. Crafted with unrivaled skill, this binding magic was something I couldn’t even activate with my own abilities, and it tightly ensnared my mind.

Why did this suddenly happen? What is going on?

In desperation, I reached out to interfere with the magic. Fortunately, it appeared as though the caster wasn’t paying any attention, allowing me to dispel the spell quickly.

– Hwaaaaaagh!

My awareness returned, and the sensations throughout my body began to awaken. The sounds I heard progressively turned more stimulating, twisting into vivid distortions.

“Haah… slurp.”

The voice of a woman, engulfed in lustful desire. I felt the loosely tied gown had been stripped away.

The sensation of soft flesh against my thighs, and as the woman’s head moved, the flesh pressed down on my thighs and beneath my genitals.

“Doing this… Ah. I shouldn’t…”

A delicate tongue licks the groove below the glans.
Perhaps because it was soaked in saliva, it felt a bit cold when exposed to air.

Startled, I tried to get up, but regained my composure.

An event flashes through my mind.

‘…Quest.’

A quest that had been cleared at some point.
I still remembered the sudden completion of the quest, which required engaging in intercourse with three wooden people.
I had only been with two, yet the quest was completed, and I couldn’t help but be surprised.
When I questioned the Peach sisters I lived with, they all claimed ignorance.

– Slurp.

A woman lovingly taking the top of my penis into her mouth, swirling it around inside.

A moan escaped her lips as her tongue fervently rolled.

“Haagh, huh!”

She put two fingers in her mouth, taking them out and rubbing them against her vagina. Then, with her head lowered, she began sucking on me and spitting out the sounds of pleasure.

“…Ah! Haang!”

She groaned freely, more than just once or twice. She must have thought I would never wake up.

“Should we do it one more time… No, no. You must be tired.”

The woman, after finishing once, swiftly used magic to dry my body and skillfully tidied up my gown. She then sat down beside the bed, reached out for something, and the sound of her chewing echoed.

– Kwajik.

The sound of biting into the fruit’s flesh. Simultaneously, the sound of sipping the sweet juice was heard. As she eagerly devoured it, I slowly opened my eyes and observed her.

The person who diligently eats the peach, trying not to get caught.

Though shrouded in darkness, making it difficult to discern the color of her hair, the sounds betrayed her presence, allowing my peach radar to pinpoint her with unerring accuracy.

That peach, it seemed, was a water peach.