Chapter 141 – Fateful Encounter (6)

My eyes kept darting towards her chest, even though I knew I shouldn’t look. But I couldn’t help it. Samamaeng’s chest, revealed by the pull of gravity as she bent over, was more impressive than I had imagined.

It was bouncing and jiggling, even with just a slight movement of her body. How had she managed to hide something like that until now? Or maybe she hadn’t hidden it at all. It just hadn’t been noticeable before.

She always wore loose-fitting clothes that concealed her ample bosom, and her graceful gait made it hard to notice her enormous size. But now it was all on display.

I couldn’t help but stare at her bouncing breasts like a hypnotized person. But I quickly regained my senses and lifted my head, feeling guilty for staring.

But Samamaeng couldn’t see where I was looking anyway, since she was blind.

“I may not be able to see, but I can feel your gaze,” she said sharply.

Her heightened senses as a master martial artist were razor-sharp. And her sensitivity was even more acute now that she had lost her sight.

Her keen senses allowed her to know exactly where I was looking.

At her chest.

She blushed at the thought of my gaze lingering on her breasts, even though she tried to avert her eyes from time to time.

“You’re cute,” I said.

Despite the fact that I had become more vulgar, my nature had not changed. Samamaeng remembered all the gazes she had received before, from the blatant lustful looks to the sly, fox-like glances of those who coveted her position as the head of the Samapa clan. There were also the pitiful looks of the defeated, the predatory looks of those seeking to exploit her weaknesses, and the lewd looks of those filled with lust.

But now she had given up on her dreams of becoming stronger than anyone else, surpassing the Oraabi, becoming the leader of the Samapa clan, and eventually becoming the strongest person in the Samapa. In her younger days, Samamaeng had viewed herself and all humans as greedy beasts, and the difference between the righteous and the wicked was how well they controlled their desires.

But now, she had given up on those dreams.

Chapter 141 – Fateful Encounter (6)

Of course, I don’t think that way anymore, but because I was born and raised in the center of the Samapa clan, I have a certain aspect of greediness. And there was something that made even Samamaeng, who had seen and experienced so much, flinch… It was the gaze of the Bloodthirsty Black Horse.

From the slow, unpleasant feeling of being licked from head to toe, to the endless greed of being stuck in a swamp, and finally to the obsession bordering on madness.

Just thinking about it made Samamaeng shudder with physical disgust. Her lips trembled for a different reason than before.

Compared to the people Samamaeng had faced so far, especially the likes of the Bloodthirsty Black Horse, how was Jin Sochan’s gaze?

It couldn’t be said that there was no lust involved, but at best it was just ticklish, not unpleasant.

Although he seemed to be trying to avert his gaze, when he pretended to adjust his position and shook his chest.

Squish.

A sound of swallowing saliva and a gaze that couldn’t help but be fixed again.

To Samamaeng, Jin Sochan’s behavior was very novel. To the point where she found a grown man cute.

Yes. To be honest, Samamaeng was quite pleased with Jin Sochan’s gaze.

Perhaps this was because she had some degree of fondness for him.

The day they arrived at the Paengga, looking up at the invisible night sky and reminiscing about the past in the early morning.

Jin Sochan didn’t just think Samamaeng’s lingering feelings were foolish, he stood next to her without hesitation, wanting to see the same scenery.

…Although the erotic scent played a part, he would never know how much it meant to her that they stood side by side.

Of course, Samamaeng knew that Jin Sochan already had an owner. She also knew that she herself was not a suitable person for him.

Jin Sochan had only just crossed the threshold of adulthood, but he had already reached a mature climax. If there were no celestial beings like Cheonma, he would surely have become the strongest person in the next generation.

What about Samamaeng herself?

Her proud family had crumbled, and although her martial arts skills were excellent, there was no sign of progress since she lost her sight. In fact, she had become weaker.

Even the age difference was quite significant. Didn’t she have a daughter who was the same age as him?

Of course, she had some confidence in her appearance. Although Samamaeng could no longer see her own face, she knew that there was still desire mixed in the gazes directed at her.

But according to her daughter, there were women as attractive as her who were Jin Sochan’s wives.

‘No, considering the way young ladies follow him, they might be more beautiful than me.’

Ability, appearance, age, family, situation.

All of those things were lacking. It was impossible to aim for Jin Sochan’s side with just simple fondness.

“But this should be okay.”

Samamaeng pretended to slip her hand and flicked her arm, causing a natural recoil that reached her chest.

Slosh, slosh.

Jin Sochan’s gaze became even more intense as her rough, undulating breasts moved in a way that was incomparable to before.

A younger man who couldn’t take his eyes off her.

Without revealing the shiver of disgust she felt for the first time, Samamaeng continued with the installation of the formation.

***

Actually, was Samamaeng emphasizing her breasts on purpose? Was she enjoying my gaze while working?

Samamaeng, who hid her jade beads in various poses, had such thoughts.

The formation installation that started before lunch, which was expected to take a long time, ended only when the sky turned red.

“Ugh!”

Samamaeng stretched her back, arching her waist backwards. Her chest, which was raised towards the sky, trembled for a moment before returning to its original position.

“Haah. Finally, it’s over.”

Satisfied with a smile, Samamaeng walked towards the sunset.

Where did the eroticism from a moment ago disappear to? She exuded her usual elegant atmosphere once again.

“I would like to briefly explain the formation we installed… Um, Sohyeop, are you listening?”

“I-I’m listening.”

“Are you sure? You’ve been staring at me so intently since earlier, you haven’t missed anything, have you?”

“W-Well, um, that’s…”

Did she catch me?!

In a state of confusion, I couldn’t even speak properly, and Samamaeng started to chuckle while covering her mouth.

“Hehe. I’m just kidding. Come to think of it, Sohyeop was also interested in formations. Were you really that fascinated?”

“Y-Yes? Yes, I am! This is my first time seeing something like this being completed!”

Phew… Thank goodness. Although I can feel her gaze, it seems like she doesn’t know exactly where I’m looking.

Breathing a sigh of relief inwardly, I changed the subject as best as I could.

“By the way, this is amazing. As soon as the Brain Witch installed the last piece, I suddenly felt a sense of unease around me… What kind of formation was it?”

“As expected, you weren’t listening. I said I would explain it from now on.”

“Ah, oh…”

Samamaeng pretended to glance over here, but then patted my shoulder as if to reassure me.

“I’m just kidding. But from now on, will you listen to me properly?”

“Of course.”

Finally, Samamaeng lifted the corners of her lips and took a brief pause before continuing.

“This place is a mix of Hwahokjin and Mirojin. From the outside, it may look like a cliff instead of a public area. Even if you follow the path or happen to come near this place, you will only go in the wrong direction and won’t reach the cemetery, so don’t worry about that.”

“Wow!”

“However, as I mentioned earlier, delicate adjustments are impossible, so the power may be slightly reduced. In fact, do you feel a little uncomfortable, Sohyup?”

“Yes. There’s a strange feeling like something like fog is surrounding this area.”

“You’re right. It won’t be noticeable from a distance, but if someone beyond the peak comes closer, you’ll feel the same discomfort as you do now.”

According to Hong Yeon-hwa’s martial arts, Jeoljeong is a stage where the practitioner begins to manipulate Ki氣. In other words, it means that sensitivity to energy has increased.

But that level doesn’t matter.

Especially since even ordinary hunters wouldn’t miss Jeoljeong experts like Chaehoeg.

Even if he did miss, what are the chances that he would come all the way here and wander around the Master’s cemetery?

It’s better to be more concerned about lightning striking and causing a forest fire than worrying about that probability.

After hearing all of Samamang’s story, I nodded my head.

“Thank you for your hard work. And thank you.”

“Oh my? This is a repayment for what Sohyup did for my daughter and me. What do you do when you feel gratitude for repaying a favor?”

“What do I do? Next time, I’ll help you with something.”

“Then I’ll try to repay that favor again?”

“Isn’t it good? Let’s help each other and get to know each other for a long time.”

“….”

Isn’t that how the world works? We all live by giving and receiving. If there’s someone who only wants to benefit themselves in the middle, then that’s where the relationship ends.

However, although I subtly suggested that we should maintain a friendly relationship in the future, Samamang’s reaction was a bit strange.

Samamang, who was staring blankly like a fish out of water, suddenly lowered his head after a while.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yes?”

“It’s really… awkward.”

“???”

What’s so awkward?

I don’t know for sure, but his tone seemed strangely happy, so it probably wasn’t a bad thing.

…Right?