Chapter 267 – Research on Martial Arts. Anyway, it’s research on martial arts!

I lightly tapped on the wooden frame of the home office door and opened my mouth.

“Master Sama! We’re here!”

“Oh? Just a moment, please.”

I heard a rustling sound, and soon the door opened, revealing Master Sama.

Perhaps because it was inside the house, she was dressed comfortably in loose clothing. As her calm eyes and soft lips met, the atmosphere felt even cozier than usual.

It could have been opened from this side since it wasn’t locked, but I wondered if there was a need to open it from the inside….

I soon found out why.

Pohok.

“Welcome, Sanggong. I missed you.”

As soon as the door opened, Master Sama hugged me.

With women already hanging on both arms and back, and Master Sama sticking to me, the scent of sex wafted from all directions.

With my arms held by Pangsoso and Sama Yeoryeong, I replied with a light smile.

“Someone might think it’s been three years since we last met. It’s only been three days.”

“So, Sanggong didn’t want to see me?”

“…No, well. I did want to see you.”

“Then stay like this for a moment.”

Without saying anything else, Master Sama buried her head in my neck and took a deep breath.

“Ugh…hah….”

Clearly, she was enjoying my scent.

“Actually, was it not me but my scent that you missed?”

“It’s an unavoidable thing. I remember Sanggong not by your face but by your voice, scent, and touch. To me, this scent is Sanggong’s existence.”

“Oh, ah….”

I didn’t expect such an answer to my half-joking remark.

Surprised and stuttering, Master Sama laughed.

Taking a step back, she tilted her head slightly, clearly expecting something.

“So, will Sanggong touch me next?”

“What?”

“I said I wanted to feel Sanggong with my skin after hearing your voice and smelling your scent.”

“….”

Master Sama was unusually proactive today. I wanted to respond actively, but it’s a bit awkward right now.

It’s not like other women are jealous or anything. It’s a more basic problem.

Of course, she would feel that way.

“Here? There’s someone behind me.”

That’s right. In addition to Master Sama, there was another middle-aged woman dressed neatly in the home office.

It’s okay to stick together and merge together in the middle of the night, or to greet each other and smell each other like animals.

It’s a bit embarrassing, but that’s all.

But isn’t it a bit too much to touch each other in front of others…?

As I looked at her awkwardly, the middle-aged woman bowed her head with a casual attitude.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Un Ha-young, the chief of staff for Sama Sega.”

“Ah, yes. Hello. I’m Jin So-chan…?”

As we introduced ourselves in a moment of hesitation, Un Ha-young smiled faintly.

“As expected. I’ve heard a lot about you from Sama-nim, but I’m finally meeting you in person.”

Glancing at Sama-mang, she turned her head slightly, avoiding my gaze.

“Sama-mang-nim? What kind of story did you tell her that she’s avoiding me? Did you say something weird?”

“No way! I didn’t say anything weird! I just bragged a little.”

“Even if you like Gumsil that much, it’s weird to brag about your husband all day long, isn’t it, Gaju-nim? Earlier, when I didn’t believe you, you even offered to prove it.”

“Even though there’s someone behind me, why are you so proactive today… By the way, Sama-mang-nim, did you really brag about yourself all day long?”

“Oh, no?! Only once when we hugged after meeting Un chief of staff for the first time in a long time, once when we thought about work in the air, once when we ate, once when we rested, once when we finished work and cleaned the home office….”

Sama-mang, who was rambling without order, seemed to notice something strange and trailed off.

Yeah. In other words, talking until you open your eyes and close them again is called talking all day long.

“You’ve been bragging about yourself all day long… You’re so cute.”

“Ugh! Eugh…!”

Sama-mang covered her face in embarrassment and rolled her feet.

While I was enjoying that rare sight for a moment, Sama Yeoryeong let go of my arm and shook my hand with a pleased expression.

“You’re safe, Chief Un! I was just about to call you… I didn’t know you were coming before that!”

“I’m glad you’re safe too, Gaju-nim. Actually, I was a little surprised too. After the Jeongsadaejeon ended and the news of the death of the Bloodthirsty Black Horse came, I came to see if you were back.”

A friendly attitude as if she had known all along.

Come to think of it, Sama-mang had mentioned earlier that they had reunited.

As if she noticed my curiosity, Sama Yeoryeong explained a step ahead.

“Chief Un has been the chief of staff for Sama Sega since before I was born.”

Sama-mang, who was still blushing, added.

“Uh… I was even a full-time sparring partner when I was young. After that, I was recognized for my abilities and rose to the position of chief of staff. She’s someone I can trust… someone I can call a friend who’s looking out for me.”

“Ah, so that’s why you were in the home office.”

“It’s an overwhelming trust for me.”

Un Ha-young’s voice was calm, but there was a clear warmth in her eyes towards Sama-mang and Sama Yeoryeong.

Is she Sama-mang’s childhood friend or something like that?

Well, it must be because she allowed Sama-mang to read important documents instead of her.

Slowly, Hong Yeon-hwa and Paeng So-so moved away from me and exchanged brief greetings with Un Ha-young.

If Un Ha-young is someone that Sama-mang values so much, I’ll probably meet her several times in the future, so it’s better to be familiar with her.

Suddenly, Sama Yeoryeong, who had run to Sama-mang’s side, looked at Un Ha-young’s appearance and tilted her head.

“Oh, but what kind of bragging did you say that Chief Un can’t believe what her mother says?”

“It was about how much my husband loves me… but it’s not that I can’t believe it. Unlike me, Gaju-nim still maintains her youthful appearance.”

Now that I think about it, if they were friends since childhood, they should be around the same age, but Un Ha-young looks like a clear middle-aged woman.

She hasn’t neglected her martial arts training. It’s just that her level is low.

Judging by the momentum I feel, is she a first-rate fighter in this field?

As I was trying to gauge Un Ha-young’s level in my mind, she let out a deep sigh and spoke.

“I’m just a little tired of hearing about my husband every spare moment. There were also stories that seemed exaggerated.”

“Exaggerated stories?”

“Yes. If I remember correctly… she led Sama-mang by the hand and tempted her in the direction of the moon, even though she was laughing at Sama-mang who came to see the moon without seeing it. Or she kept approaching Sama-mang, sprinkling the scent that she likes, even though there was another woman nearby. Or she fought to the death with a stronger opponent than herself for the sake of her own women, even though she was in a state where she couldn’t even move a finger due to addiction. Or she stayed in Guangdong Province instead of her hometown for the sake of Sama-mang’s dream of rebuilding Sama Sega.”

In addition to these stories, Un Ha-young continued to pour out various stories in a flat tone, but without stopping.

…It seems like there’s a lot piled up.

We were away for three days. We might have arrived a little late, but if we had heard all of those stories in a shorter time than that, we might have gone crazy.

From Sama-mang’s perspective, it wasn’t usually sweet.

“Even I, as the person involved, was surprised by how glorified it was. How do you think it sounded to Un Ha-young?”

Still, there is one thing that needs to be addressed.

“Uh… about those stories.”

“They were a bit exaggerated, weren’t they? Even if Gaju-nim had a hickey, it was a firm one, right?”

“I’ve never heard them before from Sama-mang’s perspective, but… they’re all true.”

“……!”

Un Ha-young, with a poker face, began to alternately look at me, Sama-mang, and the other women with her eyes wide open.

After confirming the reactions around her and realizing that what I said was true, she immediately grabbed Sama-mang by both shoulders.

“Gaju-nim. You must not. You must never let go.”

“I have no intention of doing so, so don’t worry.”

She said the same thing to Sama Yeoryeong.

“What, what are you suddenly talking about! Don’t worry, I have no intention of doing that, General Un!”

“It’s not just words. This person is not only for the revival of Sama Sega, but also for both of you to rise again…!”

Un Ha-young, who was giving a long speech while holding them, finally quieted down after being forced to turn around by the embarrassed Sama mother and daughter.

***

“She was surprisingly noisy.”

Hong Yeon-hwa said with a strange expression, and Sama-mang let out a sigh.

“Haah… she’s usually not like this, but she seemed excited to see me and Yeoryeong after a long time.”

“Madam is fine with it. Isn’t she a good patron for you and your mother?”

“If you think so, I’m grateful.”

Seeing Sama-mang looking exhausted, Hong Yeon-hwa patted her on the shoulder with a wry smile.

“Okay then. Let’s move on to the next topic.”

Saying that, she rummaged through her chest for a moment and took out a book.

“Enjoyable camping… it’s time for martial arts research!”

The book in Hong Yeon-hwa’s hand had the clear words “Suction Star Dafa” on the cover.