Cheongwol couldn’t believe that sensation.
No one had ever laid a hand on her chest, not even in her wildest imagination.
Even her master or the sect leader couldn’t touch such a place.
It was the part of her body she had to keep pure and precious.
Yet the man who wasn’t someone she’d known since childhood, who hadn’t looked after her, and who wasn’t even a woman—Han Seojin—
The man running a small leather shop on the outskirts of Mount Emei had gently cupped her breast.
A rough, calloused hand firmly grasped her soft, yielding mound.
That unexpected touch left her mind blank.
“A... ah...”
Her dazed consciousness didn’t even know how to react.
If it had been a woman.
Especially if it were her master or the sect leader, she would have gently pushed them away in surprise.
If it were her senior brothers, she would have shoved them off forcefully.
If it were a strange woman, she would have shown her anger decisively...
...and if it were a man, no matter who, she surely would have severed his wrist.
But the one touching her was Han Seojin.
Cheongwol’s one and only friend.
How could she lay a hand on such a friend’s body?
The sole existence that rendered her dantian pathetically powerless every time.
In the end, like something broken, Cheongwol failed to respond at all.
Han Seojin toyed with her body as he pleased.
He stroked softly, squeezed once. Squeezed again, tickled the underside of her breast, repeating the motions.
“Wow... so soft, Wol-ah. You’ve been hiding such lewd breasts under your robes all this time?”
“Ah... ah...”
As he pressed his body close and hugged her from behind, Cheongwol was swept up in complicated emotions.
Her mind froze, but her body reacted instinctively.
Unable to raise her voice at this wicked touch, she fumbled awkwardly with her hands to push his arm away.
But her hands lacked any real strength, and Han Seojin didn’t even pay it any mind.
Without her inner energy, she was defenseless before him.
At the end of what felt like an eternity, Cheongwol realized she hadn’t even been breathing.
She gasped in air as pain stabbed her lungs.
Only then did time start flowing again.
As her reason returned and she was about to scream—
Thump!
Han Seojin’s hand clamped over her mouth first.
With his right hand gripping her left breast and his left hand sealing her mouth, he reminded her.
“Forget the sect leader’s out there?”
“...!!”
That obvious fact hit her belatedly amid the shock of the moment.
Cheongwol gritted her teeth, then pried away the hand over her mouth with both of hers and said.
“Pha...! If—if the sect leader sees you...! You think you’ll get off unscathed? S-stop it, now...?”
“I’m done caring.”
Han Seojin replied nonchalantly.
“I felt kinda wronged, you know. Seems like in the sect leader’s eyes, I’m the guy stealing away her precious disciple. Truth is, that disciple’s just as much of a pervert as me.”
Each time he called her a pervert, Cheongwol couldn’t explain the sticky feeling blooming deep in her chest.
I’m not a pervert.
She wanted to shout.
I’m not a pervert. I’m Emei Sect’s pure heroine, the sect leader’s disciple.
Not a pervert at all...
But if that was true.
Then why couldn’t she escape this situation?
Why was she just sitting here, powerlessly accepting his touch?
Han Seojin slipped his hand back under her robes and kneaded her breast without resistance.
“I’d rather that door opened right now.”
“W-what?”
“Then the sect leader would understand. Seeing your happy face, she’d realize it’s not my fault.”
“H-happy...? Have you lost your mind...?”
“Yeah, I’m losing it. It’s too soft, Wol-ah.”
“...Eugh...!”
Hearing Han Seojin reveling despite her pleas.
Hearing the desire and excitement creeping into his voice.
Cheongwol’s resistance gradually weakened.
It was a reaction from her body that even she couldn’t comprehend.
His hand grew bolder and more brazen by the second.
After fiddling over the cloth wrapped around her breast, he began pressing underneath it curiously.
“Eugh...!”
Cheongwol tried to step away from his touch.
Whoosh!
But each time, Han Seojin roughly pulled her waist back, embracing her deeply again.
She couldn’t understand the inexplicable comfort she felt each time he held her.
“Eugh... hng...!”
Normally, she’d be frustrated at not being able to push him away.
But now, it was the opposite—he wouldn’t even let her escape.
That daytime indifference and caution contrasted sharply with this nighttime dominance and audacity.
The gap left her mind in disarray.
“Keep trying to pull away?”
“Stop... stop... the sect leader’s... outside...”
“No way she’s eavesdropping. It’ll be fine, don’t worry.”
“Eugh...!”
Didn’t he realize this wasn’t a light matter?
If the sect leader grew curious and focused her senses, everything would be exposed.
She might hide exactly what they were doing, but this conversation, her breathing, her moans—those would surely be heard.
Squeeze...!
Then, Han Seojin, who’d been gentle until now, roughly gripped her breast.
“Hnngh...!!”
Thump!!
Cheongwol barely covered her own mouth to stifle the loud moan.
“Hnng... hnng...!”
That had been close.
Han Seojin was acting like he truly didn’t care if they got caught, just as he’d said.
“...Feels good.”
Oblivious to her desperation, he whispered calmly into her ear.
“Feels so good, Wol-ah.”
Chills ran down her spine from her ear.
Her breast was starting to feel strange.
She’d once thought of it merely as a lump of flesh, an annoyance when swinging her sword.
But now, blood rushed to it, her skin grew sensitive, and odd sensations welled up.
Sensations a heroine shouldn’t feel—womanly ones.
Cheongwol shook her head vigorously.
It must be his sweet words making her body act up.
She was simply bewitched by his voice.
Feels good. Feels so good.
“Don’t... lie...!”
To snap herself out of it, she doused him with cold water.
“You never... say stuff like that normally...!”
“There’s normally no reason to touch your breasts.”
“...!!”
“Should I touch them all the time then? I’ll say it feels good every day.”
“Eugh...! For real...!!”
Han Seojin, toying with her breast freely, finally grasped the cloth around it and said.
“This cloth’s kinda in the way, huh?”
“...Huh?”
“Wouldn’t it feel better if I touched you directly?”
Cheongwol’s thoughts froze.
At the same time, she felt his hand slipping under the cloth.
Her back arched sharply.
“Aah...! No... no...!”
She thrashed to reject his touch, but held in his arms, she wasn’t free.
Her knees drew together, her back bent to shield her chest... but that only pushed her deeper into his embrace.
Cheongwol gritted her teeth and said.
“Do you... really never listen, even if it kills you? Why won’t you stop just once when I tell you to...!”
His response was singular.
“...Has the heart demon been resolved?”
“...”
She had no retort to that.
If she said yes, he’d leave Mount Emei.
Han Seojin was always too sly.
Sly in a way she could never imitate.
“Wol-ah. Has it been resolved?”
Cheongwol shook her head reluctantly.
“No... way it has...!”
Schlup...!
“Ah!”
His hand pushed the cloth aside and burrowed deep into her bare breast.
“Ah... aah...!”
Skin met skin without any barrier.
At that unfamiliar sensation, Cheongwol’s head drooped limply.
Cheongwol’s head lost strength and drooped slightly.
With her waist half-bent forward, her hair cascaded down.
Meanwhile, Han Seojin held her from behind like he was pinning her down.
“Wol-ah. Should I really stop?”
The warmth from his hand cupping her bare breast.
His simple question was cruelly sharp.
...Do I really want him to stop?
She had to ask herself that obvious question.
Did she truly want this moment to end?
What was her true heart?
She couldn’t know for sure, but her reason provided the answer.
This isn’t right.
Clinging to the arm gripping her breast, she nodded.
“Stop... who gave you... permission to touch my breasts...”
“Then tell her. Tell the sect leader.”
“W-what...?”
“It’s not just me who’s a pervert. Admit you’re one too... apologize to the sect leader.”
The sect leader’s face flashed in her mind, sending an unbearable shiver of taboo thrill down her spine.
No matter how angry she was at the sect leader right now, her presence loomed enormously in Cheongwol’s heart.
No.
She shook her head fiercely.
No way.
She, raised by the sect leader’s hand...
She, who wanted to be a heroine like her...
Couldn’t kneel to something like this.
I must remain noble.
Pure and upright.
That’s what an Emei Sect disciple is.
But...
“...Confess, ‘I’m a pervert who loves having her breasts touched.’ Then I’ll let go.”
Zap!
In that instant, an inexplicable stimulation faintly swept through her body.
A sensation she couldn’t comprehend.
Pleasure and thrill, a wave of emotion that numbed her entire body.
Cheongwol didn’t understand what it was.
No, she refused to.
So, instinctively, she denied it.
“Never...”
She gritted her teeth and forced out the words.
“I’ll never say that... it doesn’t feel good, so how could I say it does?”
Han Seojin chuckled lowly.
“Yeah? Still doesn’t feel good?”
Clinging to the arm squeezing her breast, Cheongwol nodded.
Then Han Seojin pulled her even tighter against him and whispered.
“...Then I’ll make it feel good. Look forward to it.”
And with those words, Han Seojin’s hand... pinched it.