Chapter 173

The trade route connecting the West and the East.


The hidden headquarters of the Baehwa Church in the great desert where gold and silk flow.


The saintess of the Baehwa Church and the monster born of wolf’s blood, destined to burn the world.


The hometown of the red-eyed beauty, Sima Yeonghwa.


And now, only the flickering lanterns illuminate the dark temple.


One of the elders of the sect.


An old man with a face full of stubbornness and pride, Abadard muttered in a steady tone.


“From what I hear, the little saintess has fallen deeply for Sima Bu… that bastard’s son.”


The little saintess refers to Yeonghwa.


And the bastard’s son is, of course, Sima Mantian.


The disciple serving Abadard was at a loss for how to respond to the sudden muttering, but it was a needless worry.


“What the sect needs is a saintess who will burn the world, a monster devoted to Xiaoshian’t. Not a girl in love.”


Abadard wasn’t speaking to the disciple.


“But if I were to intervene directly, it would go against the wishes of the saintess… the Huafang Lady.”


“So, you called us?”


At the sudden low voice, the disciple’s body shivered, and his eyes widened in surprise.


“Us?”


The heretics even feared by other heretics, the number one assassination organization in the Middle East.


“…Assassins!”


The lanterns flickered, revealing assassins cloaked in black who had been invisible until now.


Abadard looked at them with a cruel smile.


“In the Central Plains, there’s a saying: ‘Use barbarians to control barbarians.’ I quite like this saying.”


Use barbarians to control barbarians.


To Abadard, the assassins of the Middle East and the Sima Family of the Central Plains were equally heretics deserving of death.


The dirty bastards dared to covet Xiaoshian’t’s sacrifice. Kill the brat.


And with the son’s death, it will serve as a warning to the arrogant Sima Bu.


“I hear he’s learned martial arts, but he’s still just a brat. Go to the Central Plains and kill Sima Mantian.”


At Abadard’s cold words, the assassin quietly replied.


“…We do not call our targets brats. A target is a target. We kill them with all our abilities.”


With those words, a wind blew from within the building, and the assassins cloaked in black disappeared.


There was no need for further words.


The contract was made, and now it was time to execute.


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Learning martial arts from the troubled Ma Yang, and the duel with the former martial arts master Jin Hyeryeong.


Many things happened in Jeoseokhyeon.


Every time I come to this village, something always happens.


The strange pseudo-Jeoseokcheon faith, or maybe the village’s location is just bad?


There’s a hot spring, and it’s a lively village, so it’s not all bad.


…Anyway, I finished the errand my senior Jaro asked of me, and now it’s time to leave.


As Mantian stood at the village entrance, the awaited carriage approached.


Among several carriages, the door of the first one to stop opened, and a beautiful red-eyed girl, like a porcelain doll, rushed out.


With a face flushed with excitement, contrasting her elegant demeanor, she embraced Mantian.


Sima Yeonghwa and Sima Mantian.


“Brother!”


“Yeonghwa!”


The siblings hugged without a care for the onlookers.


…And watching this scene.


Wang Miaoyang stared at Mantian with half-closed eyes.


“Even if she’s a stepsister… you disgrace our ancestors.”


Jang Sam could only awkwardly smile at those words.


“…Haha. It’s good that they get along.”


After all, she’s not just a stepsister but a half-sister, sharing the same blood.


Only Mantian and those around him don’t know the truth, but it’s undeniably incest.


If the Sima ancestors saw this, they’d be gnashing their teeth and crying.


‘Sob… How could our prestigious Sima Family…’


Well, considering the rotten personality of Sima Yi and the Eight Kings’ genes, it’s karma.


And even if the ancestors wailed from their graves, Yeonghwa’s heart wouldn’t waver.


Because she and her brother are siblings connected by the red thread of fate, sharing the same blood.


It’s Zoroastrian-style incestuous love.


There’s no need to care about the ignorant Central Plains people who value exogamy.


Yeonghwa hugged Mantian tightly.


“Brother, I missed you.”


In the arms of her one and only brother, her Xiaoshian’t, she felt at peace.


Hand in hand, they returned to their love nest.


Whether before or after marriage, it doesn’t matter.


Living under the same roof with her brother, who is also her husband, is the privilege of Sima Yeonghwa, the younger sister.


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The main estate of the Sima Family.


The journey home was smooth, and I finally returned to my room after a long time.


After washing up, I lay on the bed in a simple nightgown, still damp.


Lying there, staring blankly at the ceiling, I felt the reality of being home.


I wanted to fall asleep like this, but…


When I arrived, my mother had gone to the market, so I hadn’t seen her yet.


The servants said that upon hearing of my father, Yeonghwa, and my imminent arrival, she went to prepare a meal.


As a filial son, I should greet my mother before sleeping.


But a part of my conscience whispered to me.


Filial son (with a caveat): left home to declare a harem, got four lovers, made many daughters-in-law.


“………”


…Including a stepsister. It’s a miracle she hasn’t fainted.


But what can I do? Hiding it won’t solve anything. I did it, so I must take responsibility.


As I pondered how to bring it up.


Knock- knock-.


The door was knocked, and Yeonghwa’s voice came.


“Brother, may I come in?”


“Huh? Come in.”


Wondering what it was, I got up from the bed and froze at the sight of Yeonghwa entering the room.


“…Excuse me.”


Her cheeks flushed from the bath, her black hair still damp, wearing a thin nightgown over her shoulders.


The sight of my sister coming to my room right after bathing left me momentarily speechless.


“Sorry for disturbing your rest.”


Despite her bold appearance, she shyly lowered her gaze before mustering the courage to look at me with her red eyes.


“It’s been a while since we’ve been alone together. I just wanted to spend a little more time with you.”


Strictly speaking, with our parents and others in the house, we weren’t truly alone, but it had been a while since we were together like this at home.


Yeonghwa and I locked eyes. We gazed at each other.


Being at home, we should be more careful… but my heart raced at my lovely sister’s coquettishness and her alluring lips.


My body moved first, approaching Yeonghwa.


One hand wrapped around her waist, the other gently stroked her damp hair, carefully caressing her ear and cheek.


“Ah…”


Yeonghwa didn’t shy away from Mantian’s touch. Instead, she exhaled a longing breath, opening her lips to accept Mantian.


Under one roof, the lips of the two siblings met.


Here, Mantian made one mistake: he thought of a sweet conversation after a lovers’ kiss.


But this mischievous sister had other plans.


Seizing the opportunity, Yeonghwa’s eyes sparkled.


Using the essence of the Spirit Snake Fist learned from Sima Bu, Yeonghwa’s foot cleverly wrapped around Mantian’s like a snake, throwing his balance forward.


Naturally, the two tumbled to the floor in a tangled heap.


“Ah…!?”


“Ah-!”


Mantian ended up on top of Yeonghwa.


The sweet, fragrant scent that had been present since Yeonghwa entered the room grew stronger with their bodies pressed together.


‘Ah, no! This is dangerous!?’


Not to mention the lower half… Anyway, it’s a natural phenomenon, but an embarrassing situation unfolded.


With such thin nightgowns and in this position, if it grows… it might pierce through….


If this continues—it’s not a Kamen Rider transformation.


It’s the genius Sima Mantian knocking on his sister’s womb cover, or maybe her navel… Anyway, it’s pressing- pressing-.


The genius Sima Mantian is in a crisis-!?


If this goes on, he’ll become the genius Sima Mantian who knocks on his sister’s womb cover.


“…Sorry, I’ll get up now.”


I hurriedly tried to move off Yeonghwa, but it didn’t happen.


“…Do it.”


Yeonghwa’s arms wrapped around my neck, preventing me from getting up.


“Kiss me once more.”


Yes, this mischievous and lovely sister wanted to kiss her beloved brother a little more.


With a face red enough to burst, Yeonghwa looked up at me, and I pressed my lips to hers once more.


I couldn’t resist.


Fine, let’s be the genius Sima Mantian who knocks on his sister’s womb cover.


I kissed my sister’s lips more passionately and intensely.


“Hng… Yess…”


The sound of our pounding hearts and the knock- knock- filled the room.


And the knocking sound was real.


“Mantian! You’re finally home. Your mother was so worried-.”


Rushing home from the market upon hearing the news of the family’s return, the mistress of the Sima Family.


Before Mantian’s mother, Zhang Chunhua’s eyes, unfolded.


The sticky heat filling the room, the thick thread of white fluid connecting the two lips like the Milky Way.


The siblings she thought were just close.


The scene of Mantian and Yeonghwa about to engage in a scandalous act, like a loving couple.