Chapter: 188
Chapter Title: A Stroll in Mount Song (7)
As he moved further away, her heart began to tremble.
Doing it together made it a shared eccentric act, but doing it alone just made her a pervert.
While her mouth went completely dry, Han Seojin crossed the street and crouched down at the end of it.
He looked at Chaeha and beckoned her to come.
Chaeha had no choice but to hesitate.
Cross this?
The distance was over ten zhang (one zhang is approx. 3.3m), and there was no guarantee she wouldn't encounter anyone while crawling that far.
She had been able to go this far because Han Seojin had been leading her, but crawling on the ground alone brought a different level of tension.
However, she couldn't not go. She couldn't stay here alone forever.
Ideally, Han Seojin would come back for her on his own, but the distance was already too great to shout anything without burden, and even if she did shout, he might ignore it, treating it as human speech.
Han Seojin, who had been crouching, opened his arms wide.
As his embrace revealed itself, Chaeha's legs slowly began to move.
The leash dragged along the ground.
"Haa... Haa...!"
Her breathing was rapid. She couldn't look anywhere but the ground.
It was similar to climbing a high cliff for the first time.
Since looking down would bring fear and stop her steps, she likewise did not turn her gaze to the open street.
That was why she kept glancing forward.
Over there, Han Seojin had his arms open. His warmth awaited at the end of this immorality.
Just the thought of it put strength into her legs and arms.
His embrace, which she hadn't dared to covet just a few days ago.
She was hoping for this without saying it, and if so, Chaeha intended to accept it.
Chaeha slipped her arms under Han Seojin's arms and hugged his shoulders.
Her chest naturally pressed against him.
She didn't do it consciously, but she knew.
...This would become a physical seduction.
It was an act a nun shouldn't do, but that was exactly what she had learned all night.
She was Chaeha, not Cheongwol.
Chaeha put her mouth close to Han Seojin's ear and exhaled a hot breath.
"...Me, Seong."
Han Seojin's body went stiff.
Chaeha absolutely couldn't make this sound in front of the young monk earlier, but she could manage to squeeze it out if it was just for Han Seojin to hear.
Insane shame and self-loathing washed over her, but she pushed forward believing Han Seojin would like it.
She squeezed her eyes shut as much as she was tense and hugged his shoulders tighter.
"...Meong."
""
That beastly sound, spat out with a high pitch containing a bit of aegyo.
She couldn't put meaning into it, but the meaning was practically already there.
It was a silent plea to adore her more.
After squeezing out that cute sound a few more times, Chaeha gently pulled away from him.
Since there was no reaction from him after pulling away, Chaeha lowered her head in embarrassment.
"I, I shouldn't have done it, right? So, sorry. Let's go ba..."
—Swoosh.
Han Seojin's hand grabbed Chaeha's face at that moment.
She had shown sincerity.
So Han Seojin did the same.
—Smooch.
Chaeha couldn't comprehend the sensation she felt briefly on her forehead.
"I, let's go."
Han Seojin turned his body as if to smooth things over, but the moment a belated realization hit, something snapped in Chaeha's reason.
The obedient Chaeha disappeared, and Cheongwol returned for a moment.
—Whack!
She pounced on Han Seojin as he turned away, hugging him tightly and wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Wa, wait—Chaeha!"
"—Haap!"
Chaeha bit into Han Seojin's neck as if she were on fire.
The expression of affection was instinctual. Even though no one had taught her, she couldn't suppress the urge to do this.
Maybe she really believed she was still a puppy.
Chaeha pressed her lips to his neck and left a strong mark.
Licking, sucking... she forced herself onto his neck.
She slid her fingers into his hair as if to mess it up, pulling him closer.
Before long, Han Seojin accepted this Chaeha.
He held up Chaeha, who was clinging to him, and patted her back.
"...Haa... Haa..."
By the time the excitement had subsided enough to be controlled, a hickey already remained on Han Seojin's neck.
This small space was still filled with the heat of excitement.
Both of them saw it but pretended not to know, composing themselves.
Even so, the red mark left on Han Seojin's neck added to Chaeha's sense of immorality.
"So, sorry, Owner. I couldn't hold back for a moment..."
Belated realization arrived.
What on earth did I just do? And to Han Seojin, of all people...
What if he sees her as a vulgar woman?
""
But after that, the two spoke no more.
Like throwing cold water on fire, they couldn't possibly fan this heat they had somehow managed to extinguish.
If someone opened their mouth further, a mistake that wasn't planned might occur.
Neither of them probably wanted that yet.
Han Seojin kissing her forehead was less an expression of affection and more a sign of the effort he would show in the future.
And Chaeha leaving a mark on his neck was... likely because she was possessed by some strange demon.
Han Seojin took Chaeha's leather clothes and pulled out new clothes from the bag he had been carrying around.
"...Wear this and go back."
""
Just when she was at a loss on how to return, he handed her clothes.
Feeling his preparedness, Chaeha felt affection once again.
Chaeha put the thin clothes over her torn martial uniform.
Every time the fabric brushed against her body, she was so sensitive she could hardly bear it.
Chaeha glanced at Han Seojin frequently with a certain desire, but Han Seojin was no longer meeting her gaze.
Still, it was okay.
Just the fact that they had opened their hearts for the first time and played together, and that they could become this close, soothed her.
What about next time?
When will next time be?
""
She didn't know for sure, but she felt she had to stay a really good girl until then.
Because the play wasn't everything in her relationship with Han Seojin.
The necessity to live up to the trust he sent her also lay with her.
She had to act purely so he wouldn't fear her.
Now, truly, there would be no more slaughter. She wouldn't rebel against her Master either.
She would become strong. So that Han Seojin could feel proud and gratified.
So he would look at her... prettily as a puppy.
First, she intended to grab victory in the finals held the next day.
Because Han Seojin had been betting his entire fortune on her every time.
"Winner!"
"...Uh?"
Cheongwol fell from the stage and looked at a martial artist looking down at her.
That martial artist was looking down at Cheongwol with eyes cold enough to be chilling.
Cheongwol couldn't yet understand what had happened to her.
But she didn't need to understand.
Because the host shouted the situation loudly.
"Tang Soran of the Sichuan Tang Clan!!"