Chapter 163 – Hoping to Get Closer (5)

As I woke up to the morning sunlight, Samma Yeryeong was right next to me, mumbling in her sleep.

“Mmm… Huh… Ah…”

Let me make it clear, I am innocent.

…Probably.

I glanced down and my pants were intact. However, my top was discarded on the floor.

Samma Yeryeong, on the other hand, had her clothes on properly, but they were incredibly disheveled, either from tossing and turning in her sleep or for some other reason.

Her undone collar barely covered her nipples, and her pants were hiked up just below her ass.

I averted my gaze from her perky breasts and smooth thighs, desperately trying to clear my mind.

“This is insane.”

I shook my head vigorously, dispersing the last remnants of drowsiness, and focused my mind.

Let’s see… Yesterday, Samma Yeryeong said she would bring some alcohol…

***

“I brought it!”

Between her fingers, one by one. Samma Yeryeong brought eight bottles of alcohol with remarkable skill, beaming with joy.

It’s quite a lot, but since she also brought plenty of snacks, it should be fine.

After that, we marveled at the accidental combination of snacks we found and chatted about various topics with Samma Yeryeong.

Does honey rice cake go well with chrysanthemum wine? What moves do you make when playing chess? Are there any unbeatable strategies in Gomoku? Let’s have another feast like the one we had last time and invite Peng Wu to join us, etc.

Perhaps it was because we were enjoying delicious food. We were able to engage in conversation with a relaxed mind. The alcohol went down smoothly as well.

Samma Yeryeong seemed to be in the same state, as she kept saying she was bad at chess ♡ and bad at Gomoku ♡, but her laughter never left her face.

However, casual conversation is just aimlessly blabbering about something.

Because the desire to talk overpowered the topic of conversation, the conversation naturally flowed according to the stream of consciousness.

So, it could be said that it was inevitable for me to bring up a story about eroticism.

…I should have been more careful.

“By the way, about this.”

“Hmm? Ah, the manuscript I lost! I was so busy rewriting it that I didn’t even think about the next part.”

Was it because of the alcohol? Samma Yeryeong, with her slightly flushed face, swiftly took the book from my hand.

I chuckled at her appearance and asked.

“I’m a little curious. How did you start writing this novel?”

“What? You were curious about that?”

“Well, it’s an erotic novel written by a noble lady, even if she’s fallen from grace. How can I not be curious?”

“Oh… Are you imagining something strange, even with three women around? You pervert ♡ Disgusting ♡ Go die ♡”

Poking my shoulder with her index finger, Samma Yeryeong provokes me for no reason.

Is this how she acts only when she’s my daughter?

As I contemplate whether I should give her a good spanking, Samma Yeryeong snatches the honey rice cake that I had prepared for myself.

“You don’t deserve to eat this honey rice cake, you perverted dragon. That’s right ♡”

“….”

“Ah~ You’re scared of my eyes ♡ Did you get excited by the glimpse of my mouth just now? You colorful dragon ♡”

“…Yeah. Anger can also be a form of arousal.”

Smack!

In the end, Samma Yeryeong gets a smack on her lips and pouts.

“Shit… I didn’t know you could hit that hard. This is domestic violence!”

“Oh well. Consider it a form of family education.”

As I retort with a shrug, Samma Yeryeong smirks and licks the rice cake oil off her fingers.

“If I were to respond to what you said earlier, you know as well as I do that Samma Sage has fallen from grace, right? But it didn’t happen overnight.”

“They say that even if a rich person falls, their descendants will still thrive.”

“That’s right. By reducing our size and selling off our possessions one by one, we managed to survive. Of course, we had to focus on selling things that wouldn’t attract too much attention, while still maintaining the appearance of prosperity.”

While rummaging through the house, Samma Yeryeong stumbled upon a hidden compartment in the bookshelf.

“I thought it was some secret treasure or valuable item that Samma Sage had hidden. But it wasn’t.”

“Really…?”

“Yeah. It was a mechanism to hide a bookshelf filled with erotic novels.”

At first, Samma Yeryeong was angry, wondering why someone would hide something like that. But it didn’t last long.

She was at an age where sexual curiosity was awakening, and she was mentally exhausted from the dry and withering atmosphere of the household. So she quickly fell into the stimulating world of erotic novels.

She would show off outside, while giving everything to those who came at her.

At home, she would tirelessly train and study to turn her showmanship into reality.

And in the secret bookshelf, she would take out one erotic novel after another and read until she fell asleep.

That was Samma Yeryeong’s daily routine.

“And then, one day, I realized something.”

“What?”

“That I had nothing left to read.”

With her excellent memory, Samma Yeryeong found that rereading a book would only bore her.

So she came to the conclusion that if there was nothing to read, she would create her own.

“At first, I was satisfied with just writing… But it felt like a waste to leave it lying around the house, so I tried selling it at a bookstore. And it received a good response. Money started pouring in, so I’ve been writing ever since.”

“That’s right. Even Yeonhwa seemed like a fan.”

“Unbelievable… Cheonmadi?! Well, I’m a little happy about that… Hehe.”

Scratching the back of her head, Samma Yeryeong smirks and laughs. But it doesn’t take long for her expression to turn gloomy as she starts to drink heavily.

“Sigh… But there’s something I’ve been worried about lately.”

“What is it?”

“The stuff I write is erotic novels, right?”

“Yeah?”

“But I’ve never actually done anything naughty.”

“Huh, really?”

Not knowing how to respond, I awkwardly nod my head, but Samma Yeryeong suddenly jumps up from her seat and shouts.

“I’m a virgin!”

“W-What’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

Now that I think about it, her gaze seems a bit hazy. She’s even stumbling while standing still.

“Are you drunk?”

“I’m not drunk. But seriously, I write erotic novels and I haven’t even held hands with a guy, let alone anything else?! Even recycling descriptions is becoming limiting!”

“You’re drunk…”

“I’m not drunk!”

Before I can stop her, Samma Yeryeong chugs down a whole bottle of alcohol in one go.

“Gulp, gulp… Hah! I’m perfectly fine even after drinking like this!”

“No, hey…”

Drinking a whole bottle in this state, what will happen? It’ll completely ruin the taste.

While I shake my head, Samma Yeryeong continues to complain, struggling with slurred speech, about how difficult it is to write explicit scenes.

Just in case someone might overhear, I decide to distract her with a trick I recently learned.

“Alright, alright. Since I understand, why don’t you eat this first and calm down?”

I bring the remaining honey rice cake to Samma Yeryeong’s lips. It was meant to help her regain her composure, but…

“Rice cake! Why do you keep giving me rice cake? Are you not satisfied with being my mother and want to have some rice cake action with me?! I-I’m not a rice cake… Ugh!”

Smack!

“Watch your mouth!”

Seeing her about to go on a rampage, I firmly press the honey rice cake against her lips, just like before.

“No matter how drunk you are… this won’t do. It seems like you’ve had too much today, so let’s end it here.”

As I tidy up the plate with the rice cake and the empty bottle, I suddenly hear a strange sound from behind.

“…Hae.”

“Huh?”

Curious, I turn around, only to see Samma Yeryeong caressing her throbbing head with one hand, while the other hand is held up to her mouth like a microphone, as she utters a vulgar voice.

“You idiot who has never won against me in a game♡ If words don’t work, I’ll resort to fists like a savage♡ Apologize♡ Apologize♡ Apologize for hitting my head, you stupid dragon, with my head that’s smarter than a dumb black dragon♡”

She must have gotten a bit tipsy from the blow earlier. Her pronunciation has become clearer. But if it’s about this kind of content, it would have been better if it was a bit more muffled…

I wanted to give Samma Yeryeong another round of sweet pleasure, but I remembered an old saying that dealing with a drunk person isn’t a serious matter, so I barely managed to hold back.

“If you don’t want to suffer from a hangover tomorrow, sober up and go to sleep. I’m leaving now.”

I let out a deep sigh and was about to leave the room when…

Thud!

“Ouch!”

It seems she tripped over something and fell to the floor. Perhaps she’s too drunk. She can’t get up on her own and keeps falling over.

Every time she falls, her collar comes undone, and the hem of her pants rides up. Eventually, her collarbone is clearly exposed, and her inner thighs become visible. It’s getting to the point where this won’t do, so I turn away.

“I’ll lift you up, so just stay still.”

“…Okay.”

I gently lift Samma Yeryeong, who has become docile, and lay her on the bed. I carefully cover her with the blanket one last time before trying to leave again.

Sigh.

This time, Samma Yeryeong grabs onto my clothes. And quite firmly, too.

“I have to go now.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“Don’t say that as if you’re a grown virgin. If you keep this up, you’ll never even hold hands with a man and you’ll grow old.”

“Forget what just happened! Ugh… Why did I say that? Anyway, I just meant that we should talk a little more before you leave.”

“There’s no need to do it right now. Let’s do it next time.”

“Well, I guess… It’s just that it’s hard to say it when I’m sober…”

I’m not sure what she’s trying to say, but Samma Yeryeong’s expression looks quite desolate.

In the end, I sit down next to Samma Yeryeong and nod my head.

“…I guess it’s okay to stay a little longer.”

“Thank you!”

With a brightened face, Samma Yeryeong starts talking excitedly.

It’s not just idle chatter that could go anywhere. It’s content that clearly revolves around Samma Mang.

What Samma Mang likes and dislikes. What happened between Samma Mang and Samma Se. And various other things.

It feels similar to when Samma Mang kept talking about Samma Yeryeong a few days ago.

Samma Yeryeong, meticulously sharing even the most trivial stories. It wasn’t difficult to guess the meaning behind her verbose words.

She’s willing to share everything she knows, so she’s entrusting Samma Mang to me.

Let’s think of it as Samma Yeryeong’s way of acknowledging me. No matter how long it goes on, I couldn’t interrupt in the middle.

So, I listened endlessly to Samma Yeryeong’s stories, got bored and finished the remaining bottle of alcohol alone, spilled some on my clothes, took off my outerwear… and then… and then…

***

“Huh? Why does my memory cut off here?”

Nothing happened, right…?

I wonder if my anxious muttering was too loud.

“Mmm….”

Samma Yeryeong squirmed a couple of times and then opened her eyes.

Blink, blink.

She glanced at me, who was shirtless, and then at her own revealing attire, emitting an unintentional sensuality.

With two blinks, Samma Yeryeong assessed the situation. The first thing she did was slip her hand into her pants.

After exploring her lower body for a moment, Samma Yeryeong let out a sigh of relief.

“Phew… Nothing happened. So, relax your expression.”

“Uh… Yeah.”

I didn’t know that was the fastest and most accurate way to confirm, but it seemed to be.

Just as I was nodding absentmindedly, I heard Samma Yeryeong’s personal attendant’s voice, which I had heard once before, from outside the door.

“Sahwa-nim, I brought the water for your wash.”

“Oh, yeah. You’ve worked hard today. Come in. …Wait! Don’t come in!”

Samma Yeryeong instinctively replied, but she realized her mistake too late. It was already too late.

Swoosh.

The door had already opened.

“Ah… Um… I’ll just leave the water here! Well then…!”

The attendant hastily finished her task and disappeared.

I looked at the firmly closed door and the basin of water placed in front of it and asked.

“Something just happened, didn’t it?”

“Yeah… I guess so. It’s okay to put on a facade again.”

I furrowed my brow.

This is getting ridiculous.