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Translator: penny
Chapter: 7
Chapter Title: Escape - 3
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Peering through the gap in the wardrobe, Seon-u had a stark view of the two female warriors' lewd display, and he felt his cock hardening to the brink of insanity.
Since he had assimilated with Jang Sam's memories, Seon-u knew their usual demeanors all too well.
Lee Cheol-hwa was a woman of iron.
Even in carrying out missions, she felt more like a soldier than a martial artist—strictly by the book, rigid to a fault.
Her fierce eyes aside, her stunning beauty and superior figure had drawn the attention of countless male alliance members, but she had cut them all down with cold precision, earning her tremendous notoriety.
Yet here was that proud, rigid, textbook-perfect iron woman, unable to hold back her pleasure, screaming in ecstasy and showing such a debauched side. It was impossible not to get excited.
Yang Yeon-ji was someone he'd only exchanged greetings with a few times, but even that was enough to gauge her personality.
Her petite, dainty features evoked a small animal, and her cute mannerisms made her irresistibly charming.
Whether she knew it or not, she had no qualms about flaunting her allure to the fullest.
But seeing her now, harboring such a little devilish side while entangled in this improper affair with her superior, had Seon-u's cock pulsing out of control.
He even felt pity for her lover and direct subordinate.
'Who would've thought she was such a slut...'
Neither had shown this side before, but their unexpected facets brought Seon-u a thrill of novelty and excitement.
Gulp.
Seon-u swallowed hard and focused his inner energy to observe their actions in even greater detail.
Now fully nude, they lay on the bed facing opposite directions, licking each other's holes.
"Ahng... lick... ahang... lick... aaang..."
"Lick... hanghang... lick... aangaaang... lick aaangaaang!"
'Is this why it's called the Lily Pavilion?'
Having reached that logical conclusion, Seon-u plunged into serious deliberation.
He desperately wanted to watch longer or join in, topping off their clam feast with his mushroom, but time was short.
Staying put meant an over eighty percent chance of getting caught once they finished their deed.
Now that he'd confirmed the Chrysanthemum Pavilion had the communal bath, there was no time to waste.
He had to subdue them quickly and slip out.
Seon-u watched their explicit liaison through the wardrobe crack, biding his moment.
Lee Cheol-hwa was a top-tier expert who wouldn't pale in comparison to him.
With a first-rate master like Yang Yeon-ji there too, charging head-on was out of the question.
So he waited, watching their tryst, hoping Lee Cheol-hwa would lose herself in ecstasy and flip her eyes back.
If he could handle her carefully, subduing Yang Yeon-ji wouldn't be too hard.
Soon, their passion seemed to reach its peak.
They flipped around, abandoning the holes they'd been sucking, and began rubbing their slits together.
"Aaaaaangaaang!!! Sister, it feels so good!!"
"Aaangaaangaaang, Senior!!!... I love you...!"
Their voices were so loud they might carry outside, but they didn't care, pressing on with their lovemaking.
Aaaaaaaaak!!!
Aaangaaaaangaaang!!!
Squirt squirt
Squirt squirt
At the climax, they both peaked, massive gushes of love juices erupting from their grinding slits.
Both women had their eyes rolled back, whites showing.
Seon-u didn't miss the opening.
He flung open the wardrobe and lunged at Lee Cheol-hwa.
?!?!?
!?!??
The two women looked startled, but they couldn't stop Seon-u's lightning charge.
He struck Lee Cheol-hwa's pressure point, knocking her out cold.
"What are you—!"
Yang Yeon-ji couldn't finish her sentence before he sealed her point too, sending her into slumber.
The two naked women sprawled across the bed, pressure points sealed.
Their slits still leaked fluids, their elastic breasts and suckable nipples on full display.
To Seon-u, the sight felt provocatively like an invitation to thrust in.
His erection strained, lower body taut, but he held back.
'No matter how tempting, what's the fun in fucking a log?'
No matter how perverted Jang Sam had been, log-fucking wasn't his kink.
Besides, pounding them now would rightfully earn him the label of pervert.
Seon-u draped a blanket over them and headed for the door.
But he paused, approached Lee Cheol-hwa, and groped her breast once.
Squish.
Her massive breast overflowed his hand with its unique heft.
"Still alive."
Seon-u flashed a satisfied smile, then quietly opened the door and slipped out.
Thankfully, they must have been the last patrol—if that's what they were—since no Phoenix Hall members roamed outside.
Exiting the Lily Pavilion, Seon-u opened the door marked Chrysanthemum Pavilion and entered.
Inside were rows of lockers, and at the far end, a wooden door.
The lockers were for shedding clothes, and beyond that door lay the communal bath.
Without hesitation, Seon-u rushed to the end, gripped the handle, and cracked it open.
He peeked through for anyone inside.
Luckily, before dawn, it seemed empty.
Seon-u stripped off his clothes, rolled them up, and clutched them.
To search for the hideout entrance, he'd need to roam the bath—and wandering clothed meant getting soaked.
Entering the bath, it was indeed spectacular.
Thanks to the author's lavish setup, the baths rivaled modern ones, exquisitely appointed and abundant.
Cold baths, hot baths, scalding baths, medicinal baths—every type filled the space, each large enough for twenty people at once.
Seon-u scanned quickly, hunting for the keys to the exit: the lion, turtle, fox, and bear statues.
To access the hideout, one had to turn the heads of the lion, turtle, fox, and bear statues in the communal bath to the right.
Fortunately, the lion and fox were easy to spot, spouting water in the cold and scalding baths.
Seon-u dashed over and twisted their heads right.
Creeeak.
The stone statues' heads turned smoothly, halting the water flow.
'Yes! It still works.'
Seon-u sighed in relief.
He'd banked everything on this secret hideout for his escape; if it failed, he'd be sunk.
With these two working, the others should too.
Scanning around, he searched for the turtle and bear statues, but neither was in sight.
'Where the hell are they?! Damn it.'
Biting back curses, Seon-u searched harder.
But no trace of the two statues anywhere.
'Where could they be?'
He combed every bath—cold, hot, scalding, medicinal—but no turtle or bear.
Impatience gnawed at Seon-u.
Phoenix Hall members might show up anytime.
No—they definitely would.
Seon-u racked his brain, recalling how Lee Jae-won found the statues in the novel.
In the story, Lee Jae-won fled the Black Armored Iron Cavalry into the Vermilion Bird Hall.
It had been Vermilion Bird Hall back then, not Phoenix Hall, though still all-female.
He remembered Lee Jae-won finding them easily.
The lion, fox, turtle, and bear—all spouting water into their respective baths.
He'd already found lion and fox in cold and scalding, so medicinal and hot remained.
Seon-u scrutinized the medicinal bath, but no bear-like shape.
'The lion and fox were spouting water to fill the baths. The other two must be too...'
Shifting focus, he sought water sources.
In the medicinal bath, a mysterious rock mass—not a bear—spouted water.
It resembled a cliff or just a boulder.
A flash of insight hit Seon-u.
'What if it was destroyed in the Black Armored Iron Cavalry invasion?!'
Without hesitation, he slowly turned the top of the rock.
Creeak.
The top rotated, stopping the water.
'Found it!'
Suppressing joy, Seon-u bolted to the hot bath.
But no spouting statue there either.
'What? Where's the water coming from!?'
The hot bath was the largest, yet no matter how he looked, no source.
Then—
Tap tap.
Footsteps echoed from outside the bath.
'Shit. We're screwed.'
Seon-u glanced around for hiding spots, but nothing suitable.
Worse than the Lily Pavilion, which at least had bed undersides or wardrobes. Here, just open baths.
Submerging wouldn't work—the water was too shallow; he'd be spotted.
Click.
Creeeak.
The door handle turned, wooden door swinging open, assaulting his ears.
No time to think—Seon-u dove into the hot bath.
He let his hair down, submerging everything but his neck, then turned his back, showing only the back of his head.
"Oh my, a guest already. Hehe, such a diligent girl."
The woman entering the hot bath addressed him.
Her long, loose hair and submerged body led her to mistake Seon-u for a Phoenix Hall member.
If Jang Sam had a burly build like the Dragon Spear Master, he'd be caught instantly, but his refined, handsome features bought him a pass—for now.
"Starting the day with an early bath fills you with energy, doesn't it?"
Seon-u couldn't reply to her question.
He might pass visually, but his voice would give him away immediately.
"No answer even to my greeting? Don't you know who I am?"
"Y-yes..."
Seon-u pitched his voice as high and thin as possible.
Too much talk would expose him, but a simple yes or no might fool her.
"You look new to Phoenix Hall, unfamiliar with me. I am the Phoenix Hall Leader, Kang Ha-yun."
Seon-u's eyes widened like saucers at her words.
Who was Phoenix Hall Leader Kang Ha-yun?
Lee Jae-won's second wife, the second-strongest woman after the Thousand Sword Marquess, a top female powerhouse.
Kang Ha-yun was one of the better-crafted characters in High School Senior Goes to the Murim!, with her flashy looks and bold personality.
Seon-u, who favored her among the heroines, recognized her name instantly.
Inwardly, he panicked.
Excitement at meeting his favorite character mixed with dread.
She had surpassed the Peak Realm, reaching the Fire Realm—an absolute master.
With a mere flick of her finger, she could send Seon-u flying to Mount Bukmang.
Anxiety crept over him.
He had to escape this somehow.
"Greetings, Hall Leader."
Seon-u strained his vocal cords to their limit.
Responding in the tiniest, goat-like whisper, barely distinguishable as male or female.
"Your voice sounds awfully hoarse. Caught a cold?"
"Y-yes... Lately, training in the morning dew seems to have given me one."
"Mercy me, excess is a greater poison than lack. Still, your dedication to training is commendable for a martial artist."
"Not at all."
As he replied diligently, Seon-u groped the hot bath floor, probing for the water source.
'If not outside, it must be inside!'
"I'll have our physician prescribe you some medicine. What's your name?"
Crisis struck unexpectedly.
"I'm fine."
"Nonsense. How can I, as Hall Leader, ignore a talent who'll shine for Phoenix Hall? Tell me your name."
Seon-u agonized over her demand.
Making up a name risked exposure if she knew all the new recruits; refusing would seem suspicious.
"Well? Speak your name!"
Kang Ha-yun's encouragement turned to scolding.
Hot-tempered and domineering, she wouldn't rest until things went her way.
Refusing here would spell disaster.
"My... name is..!!"
Seon-u continued cautiously.