Chapter 105 – It’s Okay Because We’re Drunk (4)
While Kang Yoon was trying to leave a friendly impression on Yang Ha-jeong, a special guest arrived at Paengga.
It was the deputy of the Judicial Office, who oversaw one of the provinces and was in charge of the surveillance agency.
“You said that Paengga is one of the pillars supporting Kang Ho’s safety, and there is no doubt about that. With someone like you guarding it, how could any villain commit a heinous act?”
“You flatter me. Isn’t it you, deputy, who plays a significant role in maintaining the people’s livelihood in the northern region? It’s truly touching that you can help with such an important position from your hometown.”
The position of the deputy, also known as the inspector, was not low in the Judicial Office, where he was called the inspector of the Judicial Office.
It was a position that oversaw one department directly under the chief inspector, so it was not something to be ignored.
Paengmudo had a pleasant conversation with the deputy, as usual.
‘Already finished talking with the inspector…’
It was enough to have a moderate conversation with the deputy and send the selected warriors that were screened.
Paeng Wol had already selected the warriors and had them waiting. It was as good as done.
‘Paengga is not far from surpassing Hwangbo Se-ga…!’
Paengga was the only faction in the current political circle that had produced two absolute masters.
Although her father’s mistake sent her younger sister, Paeng Yeon-hwa, to marry the head of the Tangga, she was still of the Paengga bloodline.
But the wall of the Geumsung was too high.
Even though he became the Mungju of the Murim after putting down the Geumju, the saints still called Hwangbo Se-ga the best in the world.
But things were going to be different from now on.
Even if they finger-pointed at him for being connected to the government as a Murimsega, what did it matter?
After building up his power and cutting ties with the government at an appropriate time, could they really resist the power of Paengga?
Paengmudo was convinced that they could not, and he walked with the deputy to the central Daeyeonmujang of Paengga.
The T-Time with Yang Ha-jeong was somewhat successful.
It was a bit surprising that Paeng Wol and Yang Ha-jeong were not related by blood, but it was not a strange thing from my perspective, who had a stepmother.
If she came out to see me off and had a friendly conversation with me at the end, her perception of me must have improved… I want to believe that.
“Feng Yun Dojo, First Form!”
As I was thinking about how to manipulate her next time, a loud noise suddenly rang out, and when I turned around, I saw several of Paengga’s disciples gathered in the training ground, demonstrating the dojo with movements as precise as a military ceremony.
In Kangho, it’s forbidden to watch someone else’s training. Is it okay for me to watch this, or not?
When in doubt, it’s best to avoid trouble. I was walking in the training ground, turning my head unnaturally, when I felt someone’s presence on the other side.
“Hello, Kang So-hyeop. How have you been?”
“Oh, it’s the deputy.”
Paengmudo was walking towards me with a middle-aged man.
When I greeted him, Paengmudo introduced me to the man.
“This is Kang Yoon So-hyeop, from Gogapyoguk. In Kangho, they call him Sonryong.”
It’s only been about ten days since I got that nickname in Kangho.
But regardless of what was going on in my head, I politely greeted the deputy, who seemed to be in a high position.
Paengmudo nodded his head and greeted me again before walking past me with the deputy.
But something was strange. Why was my neck itching like this?
I turned around to see if they were looking at me, but neither of them seemed to be sending me any glances.
It was a bit strange, but I couldn’t find anything suspicious, so I quietly returned to my quarters.
Well, what could it be?
“Oh… I saw that.”
After drinking to his heart’s content on the day he arrived and coming back to me with a drink two nights later, Paeng Wol looked excited as he drank, but his expression became uneasy when I asked him a question.
“If it’s something you can’t tell me, you don’t have to.”
“Um…”
Paeng Wol stayed quiet for a moment before finishing the remaining alcohol in his glass.
“It’s nothing. You probably would have smelled it anywhere else, so there’s nothing I can’t tell you.”
Paeng Wol’s explanation was as follows.
Habuk was an area with the capital, so Paengga had to be careful about what they did, no matter what.
As someone who was interested in reviving Paengga, Paengmudo found that fact quite frustrating.
But recently, through the San-dong Yangga, which was Yang Ha-jeong’s maternal family, a proposal had come in.
“Since the public safety has been bad lately, if Paengga sends out warriors to help, they say they’ll give priority to Paengga in participating in national projects at the top of the business that Paengga operates.”
The more customers at the top, the better, but the best customer is the country.
The country will never disappear, and its size is bigger than anywhere else.
“If we have money, we can expand the scope of our school, invite masters, and even save money by training our disciples ourselves.”
Paeng Wol raised his arm and shouted “Manse!”.
“This is a time to celebrate, isn’t it? Long live the King…”
Is it really nothing to worry about? Paeng Wol’s face was smiling, but it looked oddly distorted.
“The Governor has ordered it, and as the head of the school, we should gladly follow that order. So we selected disciples and practiced what you saw. The deputy saw it today.”
“…”
“Why do you look like that? It’s just a simple story. Drink up, drink…”
My expression must have been terrible. I broke the glass in my hand and swallowed all the contents in my mouth.
It felt like he had made me say something I didn’t want to say, so I felt sorry and thought I should drink with him.
Late at night, Yang Ha-jeong relied on the lanterns to read through the documents.
As long as people were leaving Paengga, it was impossible to maintain the security of Se-ga perfectly with the remaining manpower.
No matter how skilled they were, martial artists were still human, and they needed sleep.
‘Employing a wandering swordsman would be better…’
Yang Ha-jeong thought it was more efficient to fill the internal security of Se-ga with disciples and leave the external security to wandering swordsman.
“What’s the matter?”
“The Governor…”
Yang Ha-jeong frowned. Again, Paeng Wol had given Kang Yoon alcohol. It was a given that he would be too drunk to get up.
Paeng Wol was an illegitimate son. He was the only direct descendant who had the qualifications to continue Paengga.
In a situation where there were no other siblings, there was no way for a servant or a wandering swordsman to lay a hand on him.
‘He had no choice but to come to me…’
She understood that much. The problem was…
‘He’s hopeless, Yang Ha-jeong. He’s really hopeless!’
Her curiosity was stirring in her mind again.
Kang Yoon seemed to have a liking for her.
There was no doubt that there was a liking between a man and a woman, but there was enough liking to deliberately come and drink together.
She could get a little closer to him because of that liking…
“Madam…?”
Realizing that her servant was looking at her with a puzzled expression while holding a brush, Yang Ha-jeong quickly put down the brush and stood up.
It wasn’t a big deal to see his face once. She just had to avoid strange thoughts.
This time, she called her servants together and took him to the guest room and moved him the same way.
She ordered her servants to move him to the bed and left the room, leaving them alone.
The sight of Kang Yoon, who seemed even more drunk than two days ago, with his speech slurred, stirred up Yang Ha-jeong’s bad thoughts.
‘Well, it wouldn’t hurt to satisfy my curiosity a little…’
Given her special circumstances, it was natural for her to be interested in men. If Kang Yoon knew about her situation, he would surely understand her position.
‘Besides, he was the one who initiated the first move… It should be okay, right? Yeah?’
Come to think of it, even though she had exposed her breasts, it was Kang Yoon’s choice to touch them.
Yang Ha-jeong leaned over Kang Yoon, who was lying on the bed, and looked around. She wasn’t touching him, just looking at him.
His broad shoulders, sturdy arms, rough fingers…
Although she could see them anytime she wanted, it was a different feeling to look at them intently while he was asleep and defenseless.
As her gaze gradually moved downward, it reached his pants, and Yang Ha-jeong quickly looked away.
“T-That’s too vulgar… Oh?!”
Yang Ha-jeong suddenly fell to the ground, pulled by a strong force.
Kang Yoon had moved his arm again, grabbing her waist and pulling her to his side.
He clung to her like a blanket, and then opened his mouth.
“You smell good…”
Yang Ha-jeong was confused by Kang Yoon’s whispering voice. She quickly turned her head to look at his face, but he was still asleep.
‘Is he sleep-talking?’
Yang Ha-jeong briefly considered pinching Kang Yoon’s nose to wake him up, but decided against it. What was the difference between that and what a pervert would do?
She was only driven by curiosity, nothing more.
“Hehe…!”
Her lively self-justification was interrupted as she felt a hard sensation pressing against her stomach.
‘What is this, a tent?’
It was much bigger and hotter than Yang Ha-jeong had expected, but it was definitely a tent.
The natural reaction of the body to the soft touch and scent of a woman had caused the tent to rise.
Yang Ha-jeong quickly freed herself from Kang Yoon’s arm and pulled away from his body.
As she looked down at his pants, she saw a large bulge that seemed to be about to burst through the fabric.
‘I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy!’
Although she was not in a physical relationship with him, as a married woman, Yang Ha-jeong felt a deep sense of shame at the fact that she had felt the touch of a man’s tent while being held in the arms of a much younger man.
Unable to bear the sight of the bulge that continued to rise, Yang Ha-jeong covered Kang Yoon’s body with a blanket and left the room.
However, the blanket couldn’t cover Yang Ha-jeong’s eyes or her memories.
Feeling flustered, Yang Ha-jeong had to quickly escape from the room.
