Chapter 162 – Hoping to Get Closer (4)

Just before the sun rose, I woke up earlier than even the early risers and the first thing I did was to write a letter. It wasn’t going to the training ground or cuddling with Hong Yeon-hwa and Peng Soso under the covers.

“Phew. This should be enough.”

If the first attempt failed, it would have been almost impossible for me to catch Samayeryeong.

Since she already knew that I was trying to catch her, she would have seen through any trick I tried.

So I needed a way to catch her even though I knew I would be caught.

For example, blackmail.

…I know it’s a dirty way. But isn’t it also a dirty thing for Samayeryeong to run away with all her might?

“This should be self-defense. Hmm.”

Nodding inwardly, I headed to Samayeryeong’s room. Of course, I didn’t feel any sign of her, but that didn’t matter.

I looked at the letter I had written after much deliberation.

“I know your secret. If you don’t want Samamang to know, open the door at the hour of the pig and wait for me.”

With this, she couldn’t run away from me anymore.

When I heard about Samamang’s endless daughter-in-law, I was honestly a little tired of it, but I didn’t ignore it.

Thanks to that, I can be sure.

Samayeryeong is hiding the fact that she is a pretty good erotic novel writer from Samamang.

Otherwise, Samamang would have told me all the trivial stories from Samayeryeong’s childhood to now.

Samamang knew she was writing something, even though he couldn’t see, but he wouldn’t have known what kind of novel it was, so it wouldn’t have been that difficult to hide it.

“Euhuhu.”

Thinking about it, I pushed the letter through the crack in the door with a sinister laugh.

***

Hashi is basically midnight. If we were to compare it to a past life, it would be around 9 to 11 p.m.

Anyway, at such an ambitious time, with a decent bottle of alcohol in one hand and a plate full of rice cakes in the other, I confidently headed to Samayeryeong’s room.

Thump thump thump.

As I lightly knocked on the door, the door opened with a brief noise.

Samayeryeong, with a wary expression, poked her head out.

“Was it you who made that ridiculous threat?”

“I roughly guessed, didn’t I?”

“Hmm. I don’t know what you’re talking about~? I don’t have any secrets from my mother.”

“Really? You’re going to pretend you don’t know?”

After clearing my throat for a moment, I opened my mouth in a voice that only Samayeryeong could hear.

Chapter 162 – Hoping to Get Closer (4)

I woke up before dawn and immediately wrote a letter. I didn’t go to the training ground or cuddle with Hong Yeon-hwa and Peng Soso under the covers.

“Phew. This should be enough.”

If my first attempt failed, it would have been almost impossible for me to catch Samayeryeong.

Since she already knew that I was trying to catch her, she would have seen through any trick I tried.

So I needed a way to catch her even though I knew I would be caught.

For example, blackmail.

…I know it’s a dirty way. But isn’t it also a dirty thing for Samayeryeong to run away with all her might?

“This should be self-defense. Hmm.”

Nodding inwardly, I headed to Samayeryeong’s room. Of course, I didn’t feel any sign of her, but that didn’t matter.

I looked at the letter I had written after much deliberation.

“I know your secret. If you don’t want Samamang to know, open the door at the hour of the pig and wait for me.”

With this, she couldn’t run away from me anymore.

When I heard about Samamang’s endless daughter-in-law, I was honestly a little tired of it, but I didn’t ignore it.

Thanks to that, I can be sure.

Samayeryeong is hiding the fact that she is a pretty good erotic novel writer from Samamang.

Otherwise, Samamang would have told me all the trivial stories from Samayeryeong’s childhood to now.

Samamang knew she was writing something, even though he couldn’t see, but he wouldn’t have known what kind of novel it was, so it wouldn’t have been that difficult to hide it.

“Euhuhu.”

Thinking about it, I pushed the letter through the crack in the door with a sinister laugh.

***

Hashi is basically midnight. If we were to compare it to a past life, it would be around 9 to 11 p.m.

Anyway, at such an ambitious time, with a decent bottle of alcohol in one hand and a plate full of rice cakes in the other, I confidently headed to Samayeryeong’s room.

Thump thump thump.

As I lightly knocked on the door, the door opened with a brief noise.

Samayeryeong, with a wary expression, poked her head out.

“Was it you who made that ridiculous threat?”

“I roughly guessed, didn’t I?”

“Hmm. I don’t know what you’re talking about~? I don’t have any secrets from my mother.”

“Really? You’re going to pretend you don’t know?”

After clearing my throat for a moment, I opened my mouth in a voice that only Samayeryeong could hear.

“Stop! Stop it! I’m a tree spirit, and you’re the husband of Shin Dan-su, or if you want to be technical, you’re my daughter!

So what? Isn’t being a tree like being a clone? You’re my daughter, but at the same time, you’re also my wife. Well…compared to the smooth and well-worn hole of Shin Dan-su’s Ongi, it’s a bit small, but…it’s enough to fit tofu.

Ah, this can’t be…it really can’t be…!

I’m going! I’m going to the Dangsan tree, which has been revered as the guardian of the neighborhood for almost 20 years…eup-eup!”

“Kyaaah! Are you crazy?! Are you really insane?! Why are you saying that here?!”

Samayeryeong urgently covered my mouth. Since she was Samayeryeong, she knew the gruesome description of the wooden stick that would follow, so she desperately tried to stop me.

Shin Dan-su and tofu.

I asked Hong Yeon-hwa about the content of the novel, and it was more shocking than I thought.

Dragging in the daughter of the Dangsan tree, in addition to the rape and love affair with Shin Dan-mok…

What’s really scary here is that they actually nail it to the tree. Of course, they also do it in human form, transforming into Shin Dan-mok, but basically, they nail it to the giant tree as it is.

I don’t know why this kind of novel is good, but apparently it’s quite popular in the red-light district these days.

It’s endless…

Well, it’s the kind of content that can never be told to Samamang.

With a chuckle, I sent a message to Samayeryeong.

“Before I read the next part out loud, send me in quickly.”

“You’re crazy…you’re really insane…”

Samayeryeong, who was losing her strength, removed her hand from my mouth with an angry expression.

“Come in. But keepyour voice down.”

I entered the room with a smirk on my face, feeling victorious.

“Good girl. Now, let’s talk about your little secret.”

Samayeryeong’s face turned pale as she realized that I had indeed found out her secret.

“What do you want from me?”

“I want you to write a novel for me.”

“A novel for you?”

“Yes. A novel that will make me feel aroused.”

Samayeryeong’s eyes widened in shock and disgust.

“You’re disgusting. I won’t do it.”

“Oh, really? Then I’ll just have to tell Samamang about your little secret.”

Samayeryeong’s expression turned desperate as she realized the gravity of the situation.

“Fine. I’ll do it. But you have to promise not to tell anyone.”

“Of course. I’m a man of my word.”

With a smirk on my face, I left Samayeryeong’s room, feeling satisfied with my victory.

But little did I know, this was only the beginning of a dangerous game that would lead us both down a path of carnal desire and vulgar pleasure.

Sama Yeoryeong sat on the bed, complaining while holding a plate of sweet rice cakes. I wanted to pour her a drink, but stupidly forgot to bring a glass.

I guess I’ll just drink straight from the bottle. It should be fine if we take turns without putting our mouths on it.

I opened the bottle while staring at Sama Yeoryeong, who was tense and only looking at me. A clear sound and a fragrant scent of chrysanthemum blew out.

Is this chrysanthemum liquor? I asked for good liquor, but this is even better than I thought. There’s a saying that if you drink it, you’ll live long, and it’s quite expensive in the private market.

I took a sip, impressed by the wealth of Pungga.

“You know why I’m doing this, right?”

“Well…”

“Let’s talk frankly. Why are you running away like that when you don’t even oppose the idea of marrying Sama Mang?”

“….”

“If you don’t speak, I’ll hold a public reading event while touring Pungga.”

“Profit…!”

After enjoying the lingering taste in my mouth for a moment, I offered her the bottle, but Sama Yeoryeong refused with an angry expression.

Instead, she picked up a sweet rice cake and chewed it roughly.

“….”

“….”

A moment of silence.

As if needing time to organize her thoughts, Sama Yeoryeong chewed the sweet rice cake tightly.

But food in your mouth always goes down eventually.

Gulp.

Only then did Sama Yeoryeong cautiously raise her voice.

“Ha… At first, I did feel like I lost my mother, as you said.”

“Well, I thought so.”

I remember the expression Sama Mang made when she was still sobbing in my arms.

“But I’ve always wanted my mother to be happy. I talked to her separately, so it was okay soon.”

“But you kept avoiding me.”

“That’s… well… um…”

In the end, Sama Yeoryeong picked up another sweet rice cake. This time, I picked one up too.

Yum yum.

What is this? It’s so delicious. I wondered how they made sweet rice cakes when sugar was a luxury item, but they really put honey in it.

After savoring the rich sweetness in my mouth, I took a sip of chrysanthemum liquor. The harmonious taste and aroma mixed together and danced in my mouth.

As I was admiring the combination of sweet rice cakes and chrysanthemum liquor, Sama Yeoryeong finally spoke up.

“I don’t think of you as my stepfather. I can’t accept that.”

“…But you said it was okay to marry Sama Mang?”

“That’s okay. But this is not.”

“???”

If she just doesn’t want to call me dad, it’s not a big deal.

“It’s okay to treat me as usual.”

“What?”

Stay in character.

“I don’t care if your relationship with Sama Mang changes, just treat me the same way as you do now,” Sama Yeoryeong said as she sat on the bed, holding a plate of sweet rice cakes. I wanted to pour her a drink, but I had forgotten to bring a glass.

“I guess I’ll just drink straight from the bottle. We can take turns without putting our mouths on it,” I thought.

I opened the bottle and looked at Sama Yeoryeong, who was tense and only looking at me. A clear sound and a fragrant scent of chrysanthemum blew out.

“Is this chrysanthemum liquor? I asked for good liquor, but this is even better than I thought. There’s a saying that if you drink it, you’ll live long, and it’s quite expensive in the private market.”

I took a sip, impressed by the wealth of Pungga.

“You know why I’m doing this, right?”

“Well…”

“Let’s talk frankly. Why are you running away like that when you don’t even oppose the idea of marrying Sama Mang?”

“….”

“If you don’t speak, I’ll hold a public reading event while touring Pungga.”

“Profit…!”

After enjoying the lingering taste in my mouth for a moment, I offered her the bottle, but Sama Yeoryeong refused with an angry expression.

Instead, she picked up a sweet rice cake and chewed it roughly.

“….”

“….”

A moment of silence.

As if needing time to organize her thoughts, Sama Yeoryeong chewed the sweet rice cake tightly.

But food in your mouth always goes down eventually.

Gulp.

Only then did Sama Yeoryeong cautiously raise her voice.

“Ha… At first, I did feel like I lost my mother, as you said.”

“Well, I thought so.”

I remember the expression Sama Mang made when she was still sobbing in my arms.

“But I’ve always wanted my mother to be happy. I talked to her separately, so it was okay soon.”

“But you kept avoiding me.”

“That’s… well… um…”

In the end, Sama Yeoryeong picked up another sweet rice cake. This time, I picked one up too.

Yum yum.

What is this? It’s so delicious. I wondered how they made sweet rice cakes when sugar was a luxury item, but they really put honey in it.

After savoring the rich sweetness in my mouth, I took a sip of chrysanthemum liquor. The harmonious taste and aroma mixed together and danced in my mouth.

As I was admiring the combination of sweet rice cakes and chrysanthemum liquor, Sama Yeoryeong finally spoke up.

“I don’t think of you as my stepfather. I can’t accept that.”

“…But you said it was okay to marry Sama Mang?”

“That’s okay. But this is not.”

“???”

If she just doesn’t want to call me dad, it’s not a big deal.

“It’s okay to treat me as usual.”

“What?”

Stay in character.