Chapter 172 – Talent

“Ugh.”

As soon as I woke up, I looked around frantically.

A strange ceiling, neatly organized luggage, a sweet smell, and Samamang sleeping soundly in my arms.

Since it wasn’t possible to clean up like Hong Yeon-hwa’s three-flower cleaning, yesterday’s traces were still there.

But that’s all. There is no danger anywhere.

“Was it a dream…?”

I sighed deeply and relaxed my tense body.

Being attacked by a giant chicken and chicks… It’s a really ridiculous dream when I think about it again.

I was relieved once again that Samamang didn’t notice my recent behavior and lightly hugged her in my arms.

Squish.

A soft sensation that touches my chest. Regular breaths tickling my neck. A unique scent mixed with Samamang’s body odor and the smell of milk spilled yesterday.

I always think this, but it’s quite enjoyable to wake up early and enjoy the afterglow of yesterday.

How much time has passed like this? It must have been quite a while since it’s already bright outside.

“Umm…”

Although Samamang squirmed a few times as if the hugging position was uncomfortable, she repeated falling asleep again soon after. It seems like it’s still far from getting up.

Well, I did bother her quite a bit yesterday.

Going to Mosanpa can wait until tomorrow, so there’s no need to hurry today. The training may be delayed a bit… but I can just ask Hong Yeon-hwa to be tough on me as much as the delay.

While thinking such peaceful thoughts, when I was about to bury my face in Samamang’s neck, suddenly her defenseless naked body caught my eye.

Gulp.

Since my throat was dry, it wouldn’t hurt to have a little bit, right?

I slowly lowered my head to Samamang’s chest. And…

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“And then, you continued from yesterday with Mang Unni who woke up in the middle, and it ended only when the sun was at its zenith, right?”

“Right. So, knowing that Bonnyeo and Soso were eagerly waiting for you, we didn’t reveal ourselves.”

“I’m sorry…”

As I hurriedly headed to the training ground, Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng Soso, with their cheeks puffed up, were waiting for me.

Although I explained the situation honestly and apologized, they still seemed to be angry and had thorns in their words.

I was at a loss for what to do, but not long after, I heard a sigh of relief from Hong Yeon-hwa.

“Phew… well, it’s okay. It’s not even that late, and since we’re going to live together from today, it’s okay to have a day like this. Above all, since you couldn’t refuse firmly as Mang, it’s an inevitable situation, isn’t it?”

“Right, Hong Unni is right. But in exchange, do you mind paying a little more attention to us today?”

“Sure… Before we leave for Mosanpa, I was planning on going to the market for a bit. Do you want to come with me then?”

“That sounds great!”

Fortunately, they agreed to my proposal, and I felt relieved.

From now on, I need to be more careful. With more people around, I need to be mindful of not creating any unfair situations.

Or maybe, like Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng Soso, we should just do everything together.

Should we even include Samamang and have the four of us do everything simultaneously? I should ask them about it sometime.

As I nodded my head inwardly, Paeng Soso linked her arm with mine and smirked.

“By the way, you continued from yesterday with Mang Unni who woke up in the middle, and it ended only when the sun was at its zenith, right? Did something tickle your fancy that much? If you like it that much, we can do it too.”

“Well… that would be difficult.”

“What do you mean?”

Hong Yeon-hwa approached me with a sly smile, holding her chest up as if to show off her ample bosom.

As she seductively swayed her chest from side to side, she said, “Don’t tell me you think Bonnyeo can’t handle it? There’s nothing she can’t do if you want her to. Why don’t we test it out here and now?”

“Oh, that’s not what I meant.”

Interrupting Hong Yeon-hwa’s misunderstanding, I scratched the back of my head and continued.

“Samamang produces breast milk.”

“Huh?”

Hong Yeon-hwa tilted her head in confusion, and Paeng Soso was no different.

“It’s a side effect of martial arts. Once breast milk starts flowing, it doesn’t stop. It started after giving birth to Sahwa and is still going on.”

“…”

“…”

There was a moment of silence as Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng Soso looked at each other. Then, they both turned to me.

“…”

“…”

What’s going on? Why are they suddenly…?

Paeng Soso was the first to break the silence.

“Breast milk… so that’s why. If breast milk is flowing, the number of things we can do increases significantly. And Jin Gaga tends to like trying new things.”

“Breast milk… Bonnyeo doesn’t have that… sniff.”

Paeng Soso analyzed the situation with a cold tone, while Hong Yeon-hwa sniffled and touched her own chest with a sad expression.

Wait, why are they reacting so seriously?

As I stood there dumbfounded, Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng Soso continued their conversation.

“To produce milk naturally, you have to give birth to a child. That’s too far-fetched. Besides, we can’t have a child just for that reason.”

“Right. If there was no other way, we would have held a wedding ceremony as soon as this war ends and returned to Bonnyeo’s world… “

“We’re not even close to the end of the war, and you’re saying that we found a way to Mosanpa by ourselves. It’s too hasty of a decision.”

“Bonnyeo thinks the same way. Sigh… It’s a unique constitution caused by the side effects of martial arts… Unless Samamang learns the household martial arts, it’s impossible to follow along.”

“That alone is not enough. It’s not that milk that never came out before is coming out, but once it comes out, it never dries up. In the end, we have to give birth to a child.”

“Ah, I didn’t think of that. Then what should we do…?”

The usual light-hearted atmosphere was gone, and Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng Soso were emitting an extremely serious vibe.

However, the problem was that the topic was about how to produce breast milk, which seemed insane.

“Um… girls? You don’t have to go that far, really.”

“But you’ll like it if it comes out, right?”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

“Then just wait quietly.”

“Okay…”

Paeng Soso, who didn’t allow any objections and kicked me out with a firm tone, continued her conversation with Hong Yeon-hwa.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long for them to reach a conclusion. At most, it took an hour or so?

“As expected, there’s no other way?”

“Well, there’s no other way.”

Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng Soso nodded their heads with a determined expression.

“If there’s none, we’ll have to make one.”

“Please let me know if you need anything, Hong Unni. There may be some trial and error, but I’m sure it’s possible if it’s Hong Unni.”

“Thank you. However, it’s impossible for now.”

“That’s right. We have something to do right now.”

“Right. This is an opportunity to show what it means to touch the prince.”

An insane conclusion that they will make it if it doesn’t exist. Well, it’s not impossible.

There are birth control methods that I’m currently using, such as making rough skin soft or adjusting menstrual cycles on my own.

Martial arts that aim for practicality in daily life, not just fighting, exist quite a bit.

If a martial artist who is knowledgeable about the human body and blood vessels tries it, it may be worth trying once, regardless of whether it succeeds or not.

Moreover, isn’t Hong Yeon-hwa a genius in martial arts? As Paeng Soso said, even if they have to go through trial and error, they can quickly come up with a solution.

I couldn’t have imagined such enthusiasm, but it’s a good thing for me to hear Paeng Soso’s words.

When it’s completed, I’ll definitely praise them properly. It’s okay to give them a wish-granting ticket as a reward.

By the way… um… it’s a little… yeah.

Hong Yeon-hwa has only created two martial arts since coming to this world.

One is the Unju Cheonmu Dong, which she created so that I could learn it even though I couldn’t use the Kyung Gong.

The other is the Ilwol Seongsin Hwanhwan Gong, which she created to overlap our bodies more comfortably and increase the speed of our inner energy accumulation.

But if the Breast Milk Martial Arts (tentative name) is added here?

…Wouldn’t it be a record more suited for a Color Demon than a Heavenly Demon?

Of course, if I say that, I won’t be able to speak for a few days, so I decided to keep my mouth shut and focus on today’s training.

***

The next morning.

We gathered in front of the main gate of Paeng’s house early in the morning.

Originally, only Hong Yeon-hwa, Paeng Soso, and I were supposed to go… but this is related to Hong Yeon-hwa’s return to her world.

In other words, it’s related to our future plans, so Samamang decided to come with us. And when Samamang came, Samayeryeong automatically followed.

We didn’t bother preparing a carriage. The speed of spreading the Kyung Gong is faster than the speed of riding a horse.

Paeng Soso and Samayeryeong, who are still at the peak of their Kyung Gong, may find it difficult to run long distances, but I have planned the route so that they can rest in the village from time to time.

We also greeted Paeng Ojin and now we just need to depart… but Samamang and Samayeryeong seem a little strange.

An unnatural attitude of keeping a distance from each other.

Did they fight? No, it doesn’t feel like a fierce fight. To put it bluntly, Samamang seems casual, but Samayeryeong seems to be avoiding Samamang unilaterally?

Then did they have a falling out?

Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng Soso seem to have noticed this too, but they didn’t speak up about the mother-daughter issue.

So we set off towards Mosanpa in a slightly awkward atmosphere.