Chapter 144

In the guest room of the Mo Yong Family estate located in the Martial Alliance.

There, the owner of the estate, Mo Yongbok, smiled slyly.

“Hmm~ A thank you, huh~ Between us, there’s no need to be so formal. You’re so cute~ Man~ Cheon~ my dear.”

He warmly welcomed his adorable guests, and I frowned as I replied.

“I don’t even know what kind of relationship we have.”

I didn’t mean to frown, but it just happened naturally.

Every time I meet him, I feel like he’s the kind of person who makes it hard to control my expressions.

“Thank you for your help last time, sir.”

A top ten martial artist, the head of the prestigious Mo Yong Family, and the number one lover of handsome boys in the Central Plains.

A bat that flits between justice and evil.

The Righteous Evil Heavenly Bat, Mo Yongbok.

Honestly, he’s not someone I’d willingly seek out to meet…

Even if it’s for purely personal reasons.

It’s true that I received Mo Yongbok’s help when I went to save Poong Ran, so I had to express my gratitude.

If you don’t repay a favor received in a time of crisis, who will help you next time?

That’s common sense in the Martial Arts World.

Even so, since he’s a man of great wealth and fame, both good and bad, I was struggling with how to express my gratitude.

“I heard you helped us against the Blood Church. My skills are lacking, but…”

Poong Ran’s hobby and talent unexpectedly shone.

“I heard you like this kind of thing, so I wrote it down for you!”

In fact, considering Mo Yongbok’s personality, this would probably work better than money.

I’m not well-versed in this area, but…

A masterpiece by the literary girl Poong Ran, filled with gratitude.

[The Disregarded Youngest Crossdressing to Scold His Elders!?]

The unexpected gift, with its intriguing title, made Mo Yongbok’s lips curl upward.

“This… this… the title alone is exciting.”

And then, a moment later.

“While reading… I found out… all the elders were actually crossdressing girls…”

Mo Yongbok’s sharp eyes and shoulders slumped into an “八” shape, visibly deflated.

“Ugh… Mo Yong… I don’t like this kind of thing.”

Physical attacks can be easily deflected, but this kind of mental attack is impossible to block.

Oh, the pain!

(An expression of extreme distress and sorrow.)

But I couldn’t just wallow in misery.

“I hate it when girls intrude in crossdressing boy stories.”

Mo Yongbok took a deep breath and firmly declared his preferences.

“After dressing up like a girl, it’s a betrayal if the love interest isn’t an older sister but a guy. I’d rather they just let the guys rub their peppers together.”

And then.

Suddenly, Jang Sam-i, who had been sitting quietly, interjected.

“Wait a minute. I’m not into delicate young boys, but…”

With a stern, serious face, he cut in.

“I think the romance between a boy on the border of adulthood and an older sister is a very appealing development.”

“…Jang Sam?”

Why is he suddenly going off like this?

Anyway, I didn’t want to hear any more about crossdressing boys, so I shouted at the grumbling Mo Yongbok.

“Then don’t read it!”

“I’m trying not to! But the illustrations of pretty crossdressing boys are so enticing that I opened it.”

But Mo Yongbok was unnecessarily firm.

“Do you know how I feel when it turns out to be a flat-chested girl or a story where the guy gets eaten by a girl? The excitement just dies!”

So I decided to just say what I wanted to say.

“Waaah! Big sister Ddaeng Ddaeng’s chest is amazing! I’ve become a male!!”

“Man Cheon! Don’t do that! Shut up!”

Amid the heated debate caused by the novel she wrote, Poong Ran shrank back and cautiously interjected.

“Um, um… I’m sorry. I don’t really understand romance between men.”

Mo Yongbok suddenly smiled gently, as if he had enjoyed himself.

“Ah, it’s fine. It’s a matter of preference. The story itself was interesting and I liked it.”

Receiving a thoughtful gift.

“This is the first time I’ve received such a gift. Thank you. I’ll treasure it.”

Mo Yongbok is a strange guy, but he doesn’t have a hobby of tormenting good kids.

“Also, fighting the Blood Church was something I did on my own. You don’t owe me any favors. Don’t worry about it.”

Such refreshing words.

At times like this, he really seems like a true senior of the Martial Arts World…

As Man Cheon thought this and sipped his lukewarm tea.

There was a gaze watching his throat.

‘Big sister’s chest…?’

Jang Sam’s pupils were trembling wildly at Man Cheon’s earlier statement.

‘Is, is it too early for that…? First, hold hands, and then… next…’

Jang Sam tightly closed his eyes.

‘What are you thinking! Get a grip, Jang Sam!’

Biting his lip lightly.

He glared at Man Cheon, who had grown into a perverted man for no reason.

***

Despite appearances.

Mo Yongbok was also a busy person, and as time passed appropriately.

We decided to head back.

And even though he said not to worry, I still felt the need to.

“Sir Mo Yongbok, you said not to worry, but I still want to thank you. If there’s anything I can help with in the future…”

I bowed and prepared to express my gratitude, but.

“Don’t, Man Cheon.”

Mo Yongbok lightly pushed my shoulder and stopped me.

“In the Martial Arts World, you don’t just say you’ll help if there’s something to help with.”

With a somber expression, he advised.

“If I were to invade the Martial Alliance now, what would you do?”

“………”

“In the Martial Arts World, friends and enemies change in the blink of an eye.”

He smiled bitterly, as if speaking from experience.

“I appreciate the sentiment, but you need to say such things with a heavier heart. Otherwise, it will hurt both of us. So—.”

And then I spoke with a heavier heart.

“Thank you for helping me save Poong Ran, someone precious to me. I will repay this favor.”

Mo Yongbok made a face as if he had been hit for the first time.

“…Now I understand why Jiegal Yang and Jaro senior like you.”

He smiled with an excitement he couldn’t hide.

“You’re cute, I look forward to your future.”

“…I’m genuinely annoyed now. I’m leaving.”

“Hahahaha!”

Jang Sam and I left the guest room, leaving the laughter behind.

“Thank you so much for your help.”

Poong Ran bowed to Mo Yongbok and was about to leave, but.

“Poong Ran, wait a moment.”

Mo Yongbok stopped her with a calm voice.

“Martial arts have their highs and lows, but love doesn’t have such distinctions.”

“…Huh?”

“Well, it’s a cruel emotion, so there are discriminations…”

As if realizing he had said something unnecessary, he stroked his chin with his finger.

“Would it be okay for me to be by the side of that shining person? I saw this kind of emotion in the novel.”

“……!!”

Lately, this feeling had been swirling in Poong Ran’s mind.

“Just think of it as an old man’s meddling.”

Mo Yongbok said no more.

Poong Ran placed her hand on her constricted chest and left the room.

***

As if signaling the end of the day.

The evening sun was setting.

In the library bathed in orange light, I greeted Poong Ran as she entered.

“You’re here.”

“…Young Master? Why?”

Why didn’t you say anything earlier when we were together?

Poong Ran cautiously asked why I had asked to meet separately in the library.

I stood up and closed the distance.

“Because it’s a place where we can be alone.”

“Huh?”

Just like the first time I did this to Poong Ran here.

Thud.

I approached and pinned her against the wall with my left hand.

Adding to that, my leg forced its way between Poong Ran’s soft legs, preventing her from escaping.

“Young Master…?”

Her green eyes, still not understanding the situation, looked up at me.

“Poong Ran.”

I whispered into her cute ear.

“You’re caught by me.”

“……!!”

Her surprised expression was so cute, so lovable.

I slipped my right hand into her clothes.

“N-no, not there!”

I stroked and caressed her trembling, folded wings.

“Why not?”

“Huh? W-well.”

“You ran away from me before.”

In contrast to my usual gentle tone, my voice was low.

“Can Poong Ran be a bad Poong Ran, but I can’t be a bad Young Master?”

A teasing voice lingered in Poong Ran’s ear.

As if Poong Ran wasn’t just a cute girl.

Man Cheon isn’t just a kind and gentle Young Master either.

“That’s… running away was… Ah!”

Due to the warmth and caressing of Man Cheon’s hand on her wing.

A faint, embarrassed moan escaped.

“Ah! Let… ugh… go… ah… ugh!”

The complex heart of a girl.

Her face flushed hotly as she asked to be let go, but her hands tightly gripped Man Cheon’s clothes.

And Man Cheon conveyed his true feelings.

“Ran, I like you.”

“……!!”

Waiting for Ran to lift her head, I spoke.

“I have many lovers, I’m selfish, and I’m actually a very clingy man.”

I handed over a love letter.

“I’m not the kind of man who does this to a girl I don’t like.”

I removed my hand from her wing and awkwardly lifted her waist as if to embrace her.

Now, the important thing was when Poong Ran would take the step.

“………”

In the quiet library, as the sun set and darkness fell.

Peck.

In the darkness, the girl mustered her courage and her lips touched mine.

And then.

Crossing and parting again.

Paha.

A soft, cherry blossom-like lip with a shining thread connecting them.

Poong Ran hesitated no more.

She just— she just liked the Young Master, Man Cheon.

She wanted to be by his side.

“I’ll say it again.”

With teary, beautiful eyes shining, she smiled and conveyed her heart.

“I like you, Young Master. Please take responsibility.”

…And in the hallway outside the library.

“Let go! Let me go!”

“Stop him! Stop him!”

Jang Sam and other black-clad members of the Sima Family clung to Poong Baek’s limbs, pulling and stopping him.

“It’s not forced! They like each other, you know!”

At Jang Sam’s desperate cry, a vein popped on Poong Baek’s head.

“I know! I know! But it’s still not okay!”

He’s the son of a benefactor, Poong Ran’s benefactor, and the man she likes…

He’s someone I can trust and entrust her to…

But still… but still…

‘Hehe~ Father-in-law~ I have three wives and seven concubines!’

As the shameless face of Man Cheon came to mind, the cry of a father with a daughter echoed.

“Just one hit! Let me hit him just once!!”