Chapter 274 – Anxiety (2)
Two men stood under a maple tree with red leaves.
It was Seojun and Ian.
The two stand facing each other and look into each other’s eyes.
Seojun raised his sword.
The hand holding the sword trembled.
The sword flows like water.
The canvas drawn by the sword is close to brush strokes.
A stroke drawn by a brush does not end with a single sword. Twice-. Third time-.
The sword flowed like water and cut Straw’s arm, cut his leg, and cut his chest obliquely.
The tip of the sword was sharp – and the cross section was perfect.
At the same time that Seo-joon drew the knife- the broken rice straw fell on the dirt floor.
“And···.”
Ian, of course – the wandering mercenaries who had seen his swordsmanship clapped their hands at Seo-joon.
Whoa – thick drops of sweat flowed down my collarbone.
The spectators were not only mercenaries. The female staff of the Mage Tower and the upstart female wizards were gazing at Seo-jun, who was topless.
In the eyes of girls in their prime- Seo-joon was like a hero in a fairy tale or a great adventurer in a history book.
Not only his appearance as if he had been carved out of pieces, but his body boasting beast-like masculine beauty- gave a fresh shock to women who were devoted to books and magic research.
It wasn’t that he was just a man with a good shell. Just looking at the fact that he mastered mana on his own—even saying he was a rare genius wasn’t enough.
However, Seo-joon didn’t care whether they were watching or not.
His eyes were only looking at Ian.
“This is the flowing water sword. You have to break the frame of the sword you built up until now. Abandon formality – abandon form, abandon conception. Focus only on swinging as one with the sword. Think of the sword as your arm—the arm as your sword. Leave the sword in the wind—in the flow.”
It was the opposite of what I had been taught before.
Ian was dizzy.
It was the same as saying to throw away everything that was established by shedding blood and sweat for nearly half a day every day. It couldn’t have been that easy. He couldn’t come up with a way to stand up to Seo-joon without taking that stance.
“Pick up the knife.”
Seojun made Ian hold the sword.
As if by instinct – he took the basic stance of the three-jaed sword method – and Seo-joon suddenly struck Ian’s hamstrings with the scabbard.
“100 million···!”
His knees folded with a pop.
“Wake up.”
Before Seo-jun could finish his words- Ian got up from his feet on the floor.
He got into his stance again—but it was the same stance this time.
Seo-joon hit him in the hamstrings and tripped him over until his whole body was covered in bruises.
I rolled on the dirt floor several times and hit him on the back of the head.
Seo-joon was ruthless to the point of being the flagship of all the viewers.
Lily bit her lip and watched the situation.
It hurt – but I could understand now that it was all for Ian. I believed now that it wasn’t to annoy him – it was to make him stronger.
Soon, Ian’s posture collapsed.
Sweating profusely – Ian barely gets up from the floor. Trembling limbs, shaking sword.
Only then did Seo-joon let out a subtle smile and threw the sheath away.
He just started mixing swords. Ian, who had completely lost his strength after being beaten by Seo-joon, swung his sword at will.
It wasn’t the attitude of the three-jaed sword method or anything. Just as instinct – to avoid getting hit, he just crossed swords and brandished his claws like a beast.
The shape was a mess. Ian’s sword couldn’t even brush Seo-jun’s collar. Even so, a smile began to grow deeper and deeper on Ian’s lips.
Ian absorbed Seo-jun’s swordsmanship at a terrifying speed – like a dry land sucking up rainwater.
Seo-joon’s hand-to-hand sword began to unfold at the tip of Ian’s sword.
After establishing a solid foundation with the Samjae sword method, it is to break the form again with the flowing sword and rebuild a flexible skeleton.
Seo-joon constantly mixed swords with Ian, who was in a state of trance. A shapeless sword-, but in order for it to be a proper attack, not a dance, it needed to be connected and disconnected- and strength and weakness were needed.
And the way to learn it was to hit it with your body.
Seo-jun was his textbook and teaching aid, and at the same time became his adversary.
Chaeng- Chaeeng-
Everyone watched with their mouths wide open at the sound of swords clashing and sparks flying.
Even to women who are ignorant of swords, the sword dance under the maple leaves was just beautiful.
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Heo heo heo-
In the middle of Monica’s training, Marjorie’s gaze briefly turned to Seo-joon.
Perhaps it was because there were so many women around— her eyes were dizzy.
Every now and then, when Seo-joon took a break, he looked at the women.
When Seo-jun waved his hand once, he was very upset. As I growl, oppa aaaaagh-! There was even a year that screamed.
Still, they didn’t openly seduce Seo-joon by shaking their breasts openly, probably because they were all women of the adoptive family.
It was just cheering and squealing.
Even that was annoying.
Marjorie’s narrowed eyes scan the women.
Seeing her as Seo-jun’s bitch, if Seo-jun asked her to spread her legs, there were more than 15 years old. Maybe because they all grew up fine, they had good skin and were well-educated.
Even if he were a man, he seemed to be more attracted to well-grown women than to a bitch with flat breasts and scars on his face. The face is pretty, and the age is young. Who could hate those pretty girls who are like pure drawing paper?
I was jealous. The fact that half of Seo-joon’s day was wasted on those bitches.
He knew that he was not a lover or anything—just a pet dog. That she’s not in a position to feel that way.
Still···. Still, he wanted his attention to be directed only to himself.
“Uhhhhh!”
But at that moment, her Monica ran up to her and slammed her body against her.
Thud-!
“Oops…!”
Margery barely lifted her shield to block it—but at the same time, the ground beneath his feet turned to mud. It was Monica’s magic.
Margery’s stance collapsed as the support became flimsy – and Monica, as it were, took her ax down several times. The ax blade was lodged in her shield and her groove was dented.
“Keuuuuu! This bitch! Cowardly…!”
“Why? Are you jealous? Then you use magic too!”
Marjorie managed to get out of the defensive.
After enduring the ax hit with his waist, he rolled off the mud on the floor. Right away she snarled, her green eyes glistening.
“Yi- A crazy bitch uses magic…? Now you are learning how to shield from me!”
“Under! Who said what You’re learning hard! With magic!”
Monica pouts the corners of her mouth and provokes her.
The two started fighting again without a doubt. At this point, it was like a dog’s relationship.
Originally, it was a teacher-teacher relationship with a clear upper-subordinate relationship- but after Marjorie became Seo-jun’s pet dog, the relationship was strangely twisted.
Even if he didn’t say it directly, Seo-joon was often considerate of Monica’s intentions in trivial matters.
It was Marjorie, Bella, and Lily who warmed Seo-jun’s bed, but ironically, it seemed that Monica was the one he trusted the most.
The journey to become a knight – even if it was a journey led by Ian, it was Seo-jun who held the rudder. As long as he respected Monica’s opinion – others had to follow it.
In the end, it was Marjorie who withdrew. She threw down her shield and uhhh-! He vomited a high pitched voice.
“Screaming in an ungodly way… I’m afraid someone won’t dog.”
“What, what, a dog, a dog…? Because this bitch wants to see you…!”
“A bitch means you’re a bitch.”
Seojun blew a whistle to stop the two from fighting again.
“What are you two doing?”
“Ah, no, that’s…”
“Sorry, brother.”
Marjorie tried to make excuses, and Monica promptly apologized.
Seo-joon strode forward and glanced at the two of them – they were so close that they couldn’t be seen from the eyes of others, and pinched Marjorie’s nipples.
“Ahhhhh…!”
Marjorie lifted her heels—a nipple-like pain—and shivered at the thrill of pleasure running through her veins. Tears flowed stingingly.
Seo-jun puts his head in her ear and whispers.
“Focus on training. You’re not here to play. Right?”
“That, but Mo, Monica is… Ughhhhh…!”
What Marjorie was trying to say was— she twisted her nipple to stop it.
She couldn’t get her fingers off her nipples as if they were about to rip them off – but she couldn’t ignore them, so her hands trembled near Seo-joon’s. I could feel my vagina getting wet quickly.
“Monica, it’s time to go to the Magic Tower.”
“Yes···! Lord, I will prepare!”
Monica went into the inn to change her clothes.
Nodding her head, Seo-joon let go of her hardened nipples and gently brushed the Volga.
“I want to touch her pussy, but… You know I’m busy, right?”
“···Yes.”
Marjorie wanted to play aegyo with Seo-joon. I wanted to fawn – steal Seo-jun’s lips – and spit on Seo-jun in front of those classy girls. It’s mine… I wanted to dare to show off that kind of tee. He wanted his time back.
Seo-joon may have read that expression in her eyes, but he burst out laughing and brushed his dusty hair.
That alone- I could see the sasaeng fans watching from over the fence over there, squinting their eyes. A little bit of regret subsided.
“I am ready!”
Shortly thereafter, her Monica, who had changed her clothes, came down her stairs- and Seo-jun returned to her magic tower with her.
Marjorie stared at his back for a long while before letting out a low sigh.
“…”
There was someone who looked at her like that, as if she was envious of her—it was none other than her, Lily.
Lily’s eyes darkened. Her smile was gone—and her skin was pale.
After not getting a taste of Seo-joon’s cock for the past few days, she – eventually started having an affair with her Ian.
It was Ian who hung out with Monica several times a day. Of course, his cock withered like bean sprouts—and Lily, who knew Seo-jun’s taste, couldn’t be satisfied with such a cock.
At least, until Seo-jun commuted to and from work at the Magic Tower, he often harassed him-, even that has become rare now.
Even though her heart was for Ian, her body longed for him.
As soon as the sun rose, Seo-joon returned from the Mage Tower- hugging Marjorie, and then hugging Bella. Seojun didn’t even look at her. Occasionally, in front of Ian’s eyes, it was all about kneading his ass or pinching his nipples.
I endured it once or twice-, now my body heats up as much as it heats up- and masturbation couldn’t relieve it.
Once, I stared blankly at the things of a man who was urinating openly on the wall of an inn, and suddenly I woke up.
She hated men, but she hated them—I had never imagined that she would become so hungry for men.
Little by little, little by little, lust sank low like the white dust that was accumulating inside her.
