Chapter 152: Sponsor (1)
“Ugh...”
Dang Soran groaned.
Her body felt as heavy as if it were soaked in water, unable to move.
Right before her eyes, Cheongwol and Han Seojin were clinging to each other affectionately.
Splash! Han Seojin’s hand swung sharply toward Cheongwol’s rear.
That plump, firm backside played freely in Han Seojin’s grasp.
“Ha... don’t...”
Dang Soran cried out, but her words scattered powerlessly.
The two, hearing nothing of it, only grew more intense in their play.
“You like it? You filthy girl?” Han Seojin asked.
“...I like it. I like it, Clan Leader.”
Cheongwol replied in a coquettish tone.
Before she knew it, Han Seojin was completely naked.
That sturdy body she had seen by the lake was pressed tightly against Cheongwol.
Cheongwol seemed ready to die of shame, yet she refused to abandon her position.
Instead...
“Ugh... ugh...”
Her gaze turned toward Dang Soran.
Dang Soran squirmed on the bed, but the nightmare would not break.
“Senior.”
Cheongwol said.
“...The Clan Leader is mine.”
“Hah!!”
Only after hearing Cheongwol’s selfish declaration could Dang Soran finally bolt upright in bed.
“Haa... haa...”
It was early dawn.
She had gone to bed with a broken heart to prepare for tomorrow... only to plunge straight into such a nightmare.
Sweat poured down like rain, and her heart pounded as if she had just witnessed that scene.
Her hands and feet were numb.
...Was it because she had neglected herself?
Even her heart demon felt like it had grown larger.
The more she dwelled on it, the more depressed she became.
How could she neglect herself like this?
What about my heart demon? Why only Cheongwol’s?
Why did he only dote on Cheongwol? Why did he only spank Cheongwol?
What about me?
She had thought she was close to Han Seojin.
...To be honest, she had thought no friend was closer than Han Seojin.
For him to neglect her now doubled the pain.
Dang Soran examined her bed.
...Just a little while ago, Han Seojin had been sitting right there.
Sitting and spanking Cheongwol’s...
“...”
Unknowingly, Dang Soran was stroking the spot where Han Seojin had sat.
As if searching for the warmth he had left behind.
Dang Soran, who had placed her hand there with sinking eyes... soon furrowed her brow.
“...I hate you.”
Dang Soran whispered.
She would get angry.
Starting tomorrow—no, today—she would torment him as much as she was angry.
Until he begged for forgiveness.
“...”
...And until he once again... only for me...
Dang Soran shook her head to dispel the thought.
She steadied her momentarily weakened resolve.
Until he could never ignore her again.
****
Six shadowy figures gathered in the darkness.
“You know we’ve been found out. Things won’t go as smoothly as planned.”
“What about Wi Cheonsang, the division head?”
“He’s dead. No choice— we’ll have to scout someone else.”
“Heavens, how did we get exposed?”
“...Are you suspecting me right now?”
“Little Victory didn’t mean it that way. Hmm, looks like the Tang Clan of Sichuan has some sharp ones.”
Yeongcheon sat deep in thought.
How had they been found out?
It shouldn’t have been a connection that could be exposed.
And if the link between Baek Sahyeon and Wi Cheonsang was exposed, how many other already compromised connections were there?
This was bad news while they were still building their forces.
Just when they needed to inflate as much as possible, someone had stuck a needle in.
Who?
Who did it?
Who was interfering with him?
Who had seen through Wi Cheonsang’s intentions?
“...”
Still, he didn’t dwell on it long.
If they had stumbled once, they just had to stand again.
He had been thinking it was about time to act anyway.
“Where should we strike?”
As Yeongcheon whispered, the gazes of the remaining five turned to him.
“Division Head. Are we striking now?”
“Yes, it’s finally time.”
“Are we really doing this?”
Yeongcheon spread out a map and continued his deliberations.
He wanted to target the Wudang Sect the most, but they weren’t ready yet.
He needed a place substantial enough to break, yet one whose fall would cause a massive uproar.
That way, sympathetic forces would join them.
A place weak enough, yet prestigious enough.
Yeongcheon pointed to a spot on the map.
“Let’s issue a declaration of war.”
****
Heee-haw! The donkey wailed pitifully the moment it saw me.
Chattering away like it was tattling.
It brayed, neighed, and even croaked.
“...Heh.”
It had good reason.
Overnight, a highway had appeared in the donkey’s stylish black mane.
Its head hair was shaved bald on top, making it look like it was wearing an ugly bald cap.
And the characters written on its body.
Birds of a feather flock together.
...Was it trying to say I was just as ugly as that homely donkey?
I looked around.
“...”