Chapter 265 – 265. Exchange Hot Springs

Once it was able to succeed in achieving its initial objective.

This is because the mountain soldier, who had been screaming femininely, proudly patted her bouncy chest and insisted, of course, that it was okay. I don’t know why he reacted like that, but I think it was probably influenced by another potential self in the Devil’s Realm.

Because Huanglong said that if the other side was too different from him, a sense of distance might remain.

‘Still, I’m glad I didn’t get any more attention.’

There were also serious glances, suspicious that he had tricked the mountain soldiers again.
He chooses one, which is better than the open resentment of the other six.

If he had made his choice there, he would have continued to suffer without knowing or knowing until he relieved the other six of them.

She owes her debt to her for compromising my compulsion, so she sent a telegram saying that she would pay back someday. In order to pay off her debt, I need to get well soon.
That way, I’ll give you a lot of rain.

‘What else can I do…’

It was to throw a blade of revenge at Dokgo-jin, who escaped after putting me in such a gem-like situation.

But was it a surprise?

“Dragon. I want to apologize, so would you please come to the ○○ bath? Don’t be afraid to repay me.”

I was thinking of going there, but to my surprise, Dokgo-jin invited me to the hot spring bath first. In order to see what he said, I responded and entered the hot spring bath that became the place.
Seeing that the clothes were already folded and stored, it seemed that he had already entered the bathhouse and apologized right away, like an invitee.

Still, I was firmly armed with the mindset that I would not accept it easily.

After taking off the clothes, I put them neatly in the storage box, wrapped a towel around my lower body, and entered the bath with confident steps.

Drooling.

“Leader. I’m going to visit you anyway-.”

The words that I was trying to say are blocked from the middle.

Dokgo-jin was not the sign that was waiting here, where the vision was blurred by the thick steam.

“…Is it snowing?”
“Yes.”

A pair of deer antlers. Sua noona, who has two fruits equal to Eunseolbaek but more elastic, was a passenger.

She was wearing one of her sister’s bath towels.

A dress that went down to the tip of the breast and barely covered the crotch underneath. It seemed that even if I twisted my body a little, I could see the pink fruit above.
Perhaps he had already taken a bath in the women’s camp, and the wet skin and the towel clinging to it were translucent, so it seemed that the inside was shining through. If I focused my energy in my eyes, I could see my inner flesh faintly.

My older sister, still with only her feet in her bath, looked back at me as she sat on the processed stones surrounding him, but her expression was expressionless, but her cheeks were blushing and excited, which is hard to see normally.

“Brother… Come to work.”

As she said that, she tapped her own thigh with her blank eyes.

Her other hand connected her thumb to the rest of her fingers, shaking her up and down in a grasping motion.

“My sister looks at me… I’ll give you something good.”
“…”

How do you put up with this

***

After quickly finishing his bath, the living soldier sat down on a chair in the dormitory and calmly sorted out the swirling thoughts in his head. It was because the influence of the other possibility that Huanglong learned about after becoming a Demon Lord with the sealed Jinbeop remained.

Most of the party shook off the aftermath, like residual thoughts, and absorbed what they needed and grew up.
She still hadn’t shaken off the aftermath and was learning about herself calmly, accepting it bit by bit.

It’s just a case of possibility anyway. If you don’t care too much and establish your own existence, it will end, but you don’t do it on purpose.
The mountain soldier, who had been quiet for a while, recalled the contents of the transmission that Namgung Soo-ah, a brain swordsman, had just sent him in the bath.

[Time is… I’ll earn it, calmly… Lets think.]

Maybe that’s why, even though it was time for him to return, his thoughts were not hindered by Baekun, who did not return.

Sensing that she had plenty of quiet time to reflect on herself rather than thinking about herself, she gently narrowed her eyebrows and held her brush in a plausible way.
If the other subordinates of Green Forest saw this, they would have opened her mouth wide and doubted whether she was the real King Green Forest. She, who started as an orphan in her heavenly love and rose to the rank of the Green Forest King with only one sword, had never held her paintbrush in her entire life.

However, even though she may feel a sense of difference, she begins to play her brush on the paper without feeling awkward.

The lines of ink that are drawn without any obstruction continue only smoothly, like the flowing water of a mountain river. Her writing skills, like those of a skilled writer, were not what she usually saw.

What was written on the paper like that was the names of the two people.

Jegalsan 諸葛算
Peng Ha-yeon (彭夏姸)

Names that appear to be from the Jegal family and Hebukpaeng family. There were no warriors who did not know the name of the families that made up the five generations, at least in the central plains.
Sangun also knew about their munpa, at least the five generations or the Gupa.

However, I wrote down the name of someone other than Sega. Even though they were not related at all, Sangun, who wrote the names, was heartbroken.

“…Father. Mother.”

Known as an orphan, she called out in her meaningful voice, seeing her sudden names.

Another possibility in the Devil’s Nest was that she wasn’t an orphan. She was not abandoned in the mountains and raised alone among beasts, she was the well-to-do and beloved daughter of a respectable couple.

Jegal and Paengga have completely different tendencies even though they belong to the same five generations. There, Jegalsan, who was neither a desert nor a witch doctor, fell in love with Paeng Ha-yeon even though he was a simple scholar.
Pang Ha-yeon ran away from home in spite of her family’s wishes against her because she did not know martial arts or military tactics. Although she was from a poor rural area, she looked so happy learning to read and learn martial arts from her two parents.

Another self who was born to a father from Jegalse and a mother from Hebukpaeng and was raised as a literary teacher.
She looks so happy that even an optical illusion occurs as if she keeps shimmering in front of her eyes.

Despite the envy, the longing for her parents tries to penetrate deep into her heart. The living soldier who fully accepted the other possibility without filtering it through herself, she was able to recall the self she had once disappeared, which she might have been happy with.

The brush once again engraves a name in the same shape as a master brush.

Zhuge Hwayeon (諸葛花姸)

Mountain soldier… No, Jegal Hwa-yeon had no memory of her baby, so she tasted her strange feelings when she saw her own name, which she had forgotten. If she had only remembered this name, what kind of life would she have lived?
It’s not that I don’t have such questions, but Jegal Hwa-yeon, or Sangun-in, stopped thinking.

Like a warrior who is so profound that he gradually becomes embodied in it, he forcibly cut it off because he accepted it little by little and made it part of himself so that his other self would not erode him.
She understood how dangerous it was to do this, since Wu Wei had reached the age of majority, but she could not stop.

Because she wanted to know about herself.
Because both of my parents were fine, I indirectly tasted the feelings I had when I grew up normally.

I couldn’t help but want to quit.

“Whoa, whoa.”

He exhales a long sigh and forcibly stops the thoughts that keep recognizing the existence of another self. If you don’t proceed slowly, your ego is at risk. It was already heavily affected, but being affected and being eroded were completely separate risks.
Now that I had fully accepted today’s amount of myself, it was time to establish myself as a mountain soldier.

Whoa ah.

“Uuuuu…!!”

Another self, Jegal Hwa-yeon, who grew up as a writer and learned the manners and common sense of a woman, and Sangun-in, who realized that it was shame under the influence of herself, was immediately hit with the backlash.
Actions he has committed so far. Like a real man, he messes up his clothes, doesn’t look good, and treats people in a bold and cheerful way.
I’m not ashamed of it at all because I feel like a family because I grew up in the mountains with them, but I’m not ashamed of anything else.

He was not ashamed to show off his underwear in front of a man outside, and when he remembered himself, he felt a sense of shame that he had never felt before.

If there’s anything fortunate about it, is it that he’s not ashamed of being seen by the servants of Sanchae as the Green Forest King? Because they were so weak that they didn’t come across as men before treating them as equals.

However, because of that, there was one person who touched me even more as I am changing now.

〈 Black Flame Dragon 〉 Baekun

Recently, a man who exchanges favors with himself by doing a dance with Baktu. The problem was that, due to their rough fighting style, their bodies often touched each other while fighting.
I felt ashamed of myself for vividly remembering the touch of a male body that I recognized as a man.

‘Hey, you didn’t recognize me as an erotic woman, did you? That’s probably not it.’

He didn’t even think of himself as feminine, so he didn’t have a chance to have a crush between the opposite sex. Since he didn’t feel that way in the first place, he probably didn’t even perceive that he was erotic. At that thought, she was relieved. Her next emotion was that her self-esteem was hurt.

Even though it’s not decorated.
Although it was known as a muscle bun.

Now that she has regained her original beauty thanks to Geumgangcheongoegong instead of Sangunjigoe-gong, isn’t she now a healthy beauty exuding the charm of a woman?
Nevertheless, the fact that the man she was interested in didn’t perceive her as a woman at all felt like it was hurting her womanly pride.

“Huuuuu. From now on… Let’s decorate it a little.”
“What are you decorating?”
“Kyaaaaagh?!”

Reflexively, the fist with the maximum elasticity in the waist turned toward her.

I’m sorry.