Chapter 20 – Am I Right? (2)

In the underground practice hall of Sachendang, a woman sat in meditation with a sword on her lap. Strangely, the sword vibrated and rang without being held by anyone.

After a while, the ringing stopped, and the woman opened her eyes.

“What’s the matter?”

As the door to the practice hall opened, the swordsman bowed deeply.

“Jegal Yeohyeop is looking for Se-ga. And Gamo also asked for you to come…”

“Oh, my younger sister? I see.”

The woman, who was always blunt, smiled warmly, surprising the swordsman. But she soon bowed her head again and left.

She had been thinking of visiting her friend’s place, but she decided to practice her swordsmanship first.

As she held her sword, a fierce energy surged through her body, and the sound of a roaring tiger echoed through the hall.

It was a characteristic of the Ohodanmun technique, which only the direct descendants of the Ha Buk Paeng Ga could master. And she was the best swordsman in the Jungpa clan.

Among the five poems, the Hwajeol and Cheoldohu Pyeongyeonhwa were her specialties.

“Are you okay? Even if you don’t go, they will send an elder to take care of you…”

“I’m really okay, Mother. I’m almost fully recovered. I’ll be better before the doctor arrives.”

Even when she was quietly drinking tea, her mother worried about her, and this was already the fifth time she had reassured her.

It was getting a little tiresome, but after hearing about Jegal Mireyeong’s situation, she couldn’t help but feel sympathetic.

Jegal Mireyeong was a woman who had been known as Ji Bong 20 years ago. She fell in love with Gocheon, who was then just a swordsman with the title of Guryong, and had nothing else.

They got married, and their only son, Go Hyeon, was born. He was like a golden treasure to them and grew up wanting to become a famous swordsman like his parents.

Gocheon had taught him some martial arts, and he had accompanied his father on a mission to Gogapyoguk to gain experience. But then, he was attacked by a group of thieves and died.

Since the mission was not completely destroyed, Gocheon was able to report to everyone how his son died, but Jegal Mireyeong couldn’t accept the death of her beloved son.

Sometimes she thought her son was still alive, and sometimes she thought he was missing but being searched for. But she always denied his death.

She went to Sachendang to try to heal her heart by meeting her friend.

And there, lo and behold, I appeared, looking just like her son Go Hyeon.

Despite knowing that her son was dead, Jegal Mireyeong couldn’t help but feel happy at the thought that he might still be alive somewhere.

“For now, rest well. Since I can’t trust your father, I’ll find someone to teach you martial arts properly. Just stay quiet until then, okay?”

“Yes, Mother.”

“Madam, it won’t be easy to find someone as skilled as you…”

“Master Sanggong is good. But he lacks the ability to make others good.”

Thinking of the master, I unconsciously nodded my head, but then I saw Gochun giving me a stern look and stopped.

“Why are you giving a dirty look to someone who’s been through a lot? I’m just saying, show her how to swing a sword and let her follow along.”

“…Madam must have misunderstood. I was just looking at Hyun.”

Though it seemed like I was caught red-handed, Gochun was smiling happily. He seemed to enjoy seeing his wife regain her strength, even if it was with a fake son.

But what to do?

I couldn’t stop imagining how to seduce my fake mother. Lately, there was no way to relieve my sexual frustration. Even if I jerked off ten times a day, it was still frustrating not being able to use my body.

Every time the self-proclaimed mother approached me and exhaled her scent, I had to desperately think of the national anthem to hold back my erection.

“I’ll go say hello to the Danggaju first and then come back. You rest here, and I’ll be back later.”

“Is that okay? The Danggaju’s personality is a bit…”

Jegal Mireyeong looked worried. The Danggaju’s personality was quite difficult.

“Don’t worry. Maybe he’s changed a bit since he’s gotten older.”

“…”

Jegal Mireyeong remained silent. This was really pissing me off.

“Anyway, I’ll be back soon. I have to give some people a heads up so they don’t talk nonsense. It mightbe better if you stay here and rest.”

As I left the room, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of frustration. I needed to find a way to relieve my sexual tension soon.

As I walked towards the Danggaju’s place, I saw a woman walking towards me. She was wearing a tight dress that accentuated her curves, and her makeup was done in a way that made her look seductive.

“Hey, handsome. Want to have some fun?”

I recognized her as one of the prostitutes from the nearby brothel. I was tempted to take her up on her offer, but I knew it wouldn’t solve my problem.

“Sorry, not today.”

As I walked away, I heard her mutter something under her breath. But I didn’t care. I needed something more than just a quick release.

When I arrived at the Danggaju’s place, I saw him sitting on a mat, surrounded by his disciples. He was an old man with a stern look on his face, and he didn’t seem too happy to see me.

“What brings you here, Gochun?”

“I just wanted to say hello and let you know that I’ll be taking care of Jegal Mireyeong for a while.”

The Danggaju snorted. “Why should I care?”

“Well, I thought you might want to know. And I don’t want any trouble between us.”

The Danggaju looked at me for a moment before nodding. “Fine. Just make sure she doesn’t cause any trouble.”

“I will. Thank you.”

As I left the Danggaju’s place, I couldn’t help but feel relieved. At least that was one less thing to worry about.

But my sexual frustration was still there, and I needed to find a way to relieve it. Maybe I could find a willing woman who wouldn’t mind being used for my pleasure.

As I walked back to Jegal Mireyeong’s place, I couldn’t help but think about all the things I wanted to do to her. It was wrong, I knew that. But I couldn’t help the way I felt.

When I arrived back at the house, I saw Jegal Mireyeong sitting in the courtyard, looking lost in thought. I approached her, trying to hide my arousal.

“Is everything okay?”

She looked up at me, and I saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes. It was like she was seeing her son again.

“Yes, everything is fine. Thank you for asking.”

I nodded and walked away, trying to ignore the throbbing in my pants. I needed to find a way to relieve my sexual tension soon, or I was going to go crazy.

For Jegal Mireyeong, this was never a good thing, so I decided to keep an eye on her.

I nodded my head. This is frustrating because I can’t hear anything.

“My wife is a master I can’t easily beat. If she does something foolish, I won’t let it slide.”

Ah, I knew it was too easy to believe he was just going to let it go. He had a plan all along.

It seemed like Gocheon had figured out that I was learning martial arts, but Hwangbo Hyoseon didn’t know.

Anyway, Gocheon had vacated the lodging, and I spent a pleasant time with Jegal Mireyeong, sitting across from her and eating tea and snacks.

Jegal Mireyeong was a great talker, and even when she talked about her daily life, it was never boring.

She had a young face, and I felt like I was on a blind date with a pretty older sister. Yes, but no.

“So, Jang Pyosa…”

“Excuse me.”

A woman’s voice was heard from outside. It sounded like a quarrel. Jegal Mireyeong asked.

“What’s going on?”

“Gamo is looking for Jegal Yeohyeop.”

“Oh, let her in!”

The door opened, and Gamo, Paeng Yeon-hwa, entered. She had a sharp impression.

Jegal Mireyeong also had a sharp image, but for some reason, this woman seemed to emit an aura that would cut your finger if you touched her.

But when she met Jegal Mireyeong’s eyes, that aura suddenly diminished, and her expression changed to a spring breeze.

“Younger sister! Long time no see!”

“Hwa unni! Have you been well?”

It was a joy to see two pretty women greeting each other.

And both were undoubtedly top-notch MILF. I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum.

“Who is this young lady? She seems to have a deep practice for her age…”

Oh no. Gocheon didn’t do any groundwork on this side!

Meanwhile, Jegal Mireyeong giggled at Paeng Yeon-hwa’s question.

“Sister, don’t you recognize your nephew? Puhuhuk… Who is this young lady? She seems to have a deep practice for her age… Puhuhuhuk…”

To Jegal Mireyeong, it might have been a comedy, but to Paeng Yeon-hwa, it was undoubtedly a documentary.

“My son, Hyeon. You saw him when he was five years old, right? Puhuhuhuk…”

Jegal Mireyeong was still laughing, and Paeng Yeon-hwa’s pupils were trembling.

Damn, I can’t speak because I can’t hear anything! I used my body language to send a signal as hard as I could.

“This ahjumma, son, gone, me, this ahjumma, pretending to be her son, wait, ask my husband for a favor.”

Please let it get through, damn it…

Suddenly, she was staring at me with a sharp gaze, and even just her momentum made me feel like my whole body was being dissected.

If I didn’t stand up to him, I felt like my back would break from his force.

After a moment of that stormy force, Paeng Yeon-hwa’s face turned pale, and soon the force subsided.

“Not bad. Little sister, your son seems to be doing pretty well with farming?”

“Don’t say that, unni. It’s just because I dressed him up. He’s still far from it, considering all the injuries he got from working hard this time.”

Paeng Yeon-hwa’s acting skills were convincing enough to fool even a dog, but Jegal Mireyeong didn’t seem to notice.

“Still, this is good enough to be among the top in the final score. With a little more polishing, he could even aim for Guryong, don’t you think?”

“Do you think so?”

Jegal Mireyeong’s lips were rising at her son’s praise. At that moment, Jeon-eum rang.

“For now, I’ll play along. I’ll have to prepare an explanation that will convince him later.”

Hurry up and come, Gocheon ajje.

Dangga Gaju’s office.

Gocheon was sitting across from Dangjomyeong, the head of the Dang family in Sachon.

“Huh, so you’re saying you’re going to use an inexperienced boy whose background you don’t even know as your son’s stand-in?”

“That’s right, Gaju.”

“Huh, really! But still, isn’t it the duty of someone who is recognized as a member of the Odaeseaga lineage to think like that?”

Gocheon didn’t like Dangjomyeong’s way of speaking, which seemed to crush opponents who didn’t belong to the Odaeseaga, but he answered patiently because he was disappointed.

“If there’s a problem, I’ll take full responsibility. The Dang family doesn’t have to do anything else, just treat him as my son in front of my wife.”

“Things will get better over time. I lost my father and uncles too, but I overcame it all. Such useless…”

“Dang Gaju.”

Gocheon glared at Dangjomyeong with sharp eyes. Dangjomyeong, who was nowhere near Gocheon’s level in martial arts, was intimidated.

“Perhaps you don’t know, but the heart of a parent who sends their child they raised first is burned black.”

“…”

“It’s not useless at all. I can do anything for my wife, as long as it’s not something that goes against humanity.”

“What if you can’t overcome it for the rest of your life? Are you going to live with her forever?!”

“If that happens, I’ll take care of it, no matter what it takes. The Dang family just has to not reveal the truth to my wife. It’s not a difficult thing, is it?”

Gocheon’s force was not ordinary, as he was known as one of the top swordsmen among all the top-notch martial artists in the martial arts world.

Dangjomyeong just nodded his head, containing the intention of accepting it, and blushed with embarrassment.

“Oh, I see! If Go Guk-ju takes all the responsibility, what else can I say! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to keep an eye on the girls’ mouths!”

After receiving Dangjomyeong’s response, Gocheon nodded his head bitterly, unable to hold back his emotions.

“Thank you.”

Dangjomyeong had a very sharp tongue, so Gocheon couldn’t predict what kind of trouble he might cause, but there was nothing he could do at the moment.

And when Gocheon felt like he was far enough away from the office, a shadow seeped into the Dangga’s office as instructed by Gaju.

“Heywon, did you hear? Find out who that person really is. Appearance, martial arts, personality, anything is good.”

“…Yes, sir.”

She was occasionally called upon to gather useless information like this, as she was in charge of all the information in the Dang family.

What use could there be in digging up information on Gocheon’s fake son? At best, if a disqualification reason was found, it would be revealed to Jegal Mireyeong, causing confusion.

Even if there was some use, she would never call the person in charge of all the information, but Dang Heywon couldn’t rebel against her husband, Gocheon.

Even if Dangjomyeong had a narrow-minded personality, she couldn’t predict how her and her husband’s position would be damaged if she offended the Gaju family, who were above them.

Dang Heywon, who had a timid personality, had no intention of taking such risks.

Anyway, she was about the same age as the regulations, so it wouldn’t be difficult to dig up information. If she used Monghwancho, it wouldn’t be a difficult task.