Sword Empress's POV
Slurp—
He licked his lips, the gesture dripping with seduction.
"Is it okay if we do it one more time?"
"…"
It was a fleeting temptation. What happened earlier was a necessity, a unique circumstance to heal him. As a martial artist steeped in the Hwasan Sect's teachings, succumbing to lust was a sin that invited divine retribution.
Smack!
"…Now that I think about it, your energy does seem lacking."
This wasn't indulgence. It was duty.
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After two more "treatments," he slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep, mumbling softly now and then. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him as he rested.
It was unmistakably Dan Yuseong. His face, almost unchanged from ten years ago, bore the same delicate features. I found it odd that in a decade he'd only progressed from a boy not yet at the jihak stage to one barely touching it, but I attributed it to slow development.
How will I explain this when he wakes?
