## Chapter 86 – Low. Secret # 2
The morning in District 2 always began with the roars of monsters.
Awakening cautiously to the sunlight filtering through the window, Number 25 furrowed his brow at the soft, comfortable sensation beneath his back and slowly raised his upper body.
“Why am I here…?”
Number 25, who didn’t usually sleep in a bed, couldn’t understand why he was here.
It didn’t take long for his sleep-addled mind to clear. However, he couldn’t necessarily say that was a good thing.
Isn’t oblivion sometimes a blessing? Number 25 was feeling that acutely right now.
Last night, he couldn’t withstand Low’s sticky breast-sucking with her breast milk, which he was experiencing for the first time. All the strength in his back gave out, and he was carried on her back, falling asleep in the blink of an eye. Number 25, barely remembering this, instantly turned red. Unable to bear the rising shame, he turned his back, buried his face in the blanket, and kicked his feet in the air.
What kind of disgrace was this?
He didn’t want to owe her favors, even for such trivial things. Debts always had to be repaid someday, and he knew better than anyone that Low’s price was harsh.
He vowed that this would never happen again, but there was one thing that bothered him.
The faint sensation of her touch remained in a corner of his memory, a deep warmth that made him even wonder if this was what it would feel like to have a mother.
Like the natural law of snow melting when spring comes, was his frozen heart also destined to melt by the medicine of flowing time?
No, that couldn’t be. She was his mortal enemy who had separated him from his loved ones, and someone he would have to leave someday.
He was desperately denying it, but Number 25 already knew. Something was slowly changing in his heart.
What should he call this burning emotion left in his chest?
Hatred? Anger? Disgust?
He knew it wasn’t that kind of emotion. Rather, it was closer to pity, love, and affection, which were in stark contrast to those.
He didn’t want to admit that fact.
Number 25 kicked the blanket covering his lower body as if to blow away the feelings he was experiencing, then breathed roughly, unable to accept his emotions.
When he had calmed down to some extent, Low spoke from outside the door as always.
“Are you awake…? Come up for breakfast.”
“…Yes.”
Number 25, who didn’t answer immediately and opened his mouth briefly after a pause, only tidied his hair slightly in front of the mirror and then headed upstairs.
Reflecting her domestic and cooking-loving personality, the kitchen was right next to her room.
Number 25, yawning as if announcing that he hadn’t fully woken up yet, sat down and looked at the dishes that were appearing one by one on the table.
Meat, meat, and more meat. There were differences in the animal, cut, and cooking method, but it was all meat dishes.
To others, it might feel like a slightly heavy meal from the morning.
But for Number 25, who preferred meat to vegetables, it was the best morning ever.
His mouth watered reflexively at the fragrant smell that stimulated his nose.
He wanted to grab a knife right away, cut the meat, and put it in his mouth, but Low hadn’t sat down yet.
Low brought a glass of milk in a transparent glass, and that was the end of the dishes coming out.
Number 25 forgot all the thoughts he had in the morning with the dishes filling the table, and his eyes sparkled purely like a child.
“Is today a special day?”
“I thought you seemed tired from yesterday, so I decided to put in a little effort today for a change.”
Yesterday… Number 25, who was cutting the meat, inadvertently shifted his gaze to Low’s chest.
The breast milk flowing from her pink, luscious nipples beyond her dress automatically came to mind.
Number 25 shifted his gaze from her chest to the milk. Could it be that this milk that occasionally comes out in the morning is also…
Let’s not have such ominous thoughts. Number 25 swallowed the milk in one gulp before eating the meat, as if to get over his worries.
The milk was smoother than other milk, much richer, and had a slightly sweet taste at the end. The flavor felt in the aftertaste was similar to Low’s scent, but that must be a delusion, right?
Low looked at Number 25, who had white milk around his mouth, and asked.
“How is it, is it delicious?”
It was an ordinary question, but it sounded somehow suggestive. Number 25 avoided her gaze, nodded, and then threw any question at Low to get out of this situation.
“But why are you researching me?”
Even if he conceded a hundred times that drawing blood was understandable, semen was a different story. What role could his semen possibly play in her research?
It was a question he blurted out, but it was a fundamental question that Number 25 hadn’t had the余裕 to think about for two years.
Low didn’t hide it and answered immediately.
“Well… because you’re the last dragon left in this world.”
“I know that from the books. Because of the war that happened before, all the dragons except me are extinct.”
Number 25 hurriedly swallowed the food in his mouth when the knowledge he knew came out, and he spoke excitedly.
Low, who would normally smile gently and listen to his words, tilted her head. It was as if she wasn’t sure if she had properly understood what she had just said.
“No, not a dragon. Didn’t I just say a ‘yong’?”
“Is it different?”
Depending on the person, there may be differences in the names called, such as dragon, yong, or sometimes lizard as a derogatory expression, but all those names are said on the assumption that the three are the same being.
Low was the first person to say so firmly that they were different beings.
Low sipped her tea and continued the story.
“It’s very different. Dragons are certainly an unrivaled superior race, but yong are different. Yong are not limited to races, but are spirits, miracles, and origins. Beings that only appear when everyone earnestly desires them.”
“Still, aren’t they similar? People all call dragons ‘yong’ when they see dragons, or call yong ‘dragons’ when they see yong? In the books I read…”
“Well… since there are hardly any people who have seen yong directly, recently they don’t think deeply about the issue of calling them yong or dragons, and they call them whatever they want, but still, we should distinguish what needs to be distinguished, right…? Dragons, who are just ‘monsters’ that are a little stronger than others, and yong, who are ‘miracles’ of transcendents, are definitely different beings.”
It was content that could never be seen in books. Number 25 forgot about eating the rice he liked so much for a while and focused on the interesting story she was telling.
“Then how do you know so much about it?”
“Well, because I’ve lived longer than anyone else…”
Number 25 was silent for a moment.
He seemed to be organizing his thoughts. Number 25 opened his mouth with a slightly darker expression than before.
“If they’re such a strong race, then why did they become extinct?”
If everything Low said was true, there was no reason for the yong race to become extinct.
Why did the existence that relegated dragons, the pinnacle of all things, to monsters that were just a little stronger than others, fall?
“That’s because of the war…”
Low, who finished saying the word “war,” stopped talking with an expression as if she had made a big mistake, and a shadow instantly fell on her face.
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing. Try to forget what I just said.”
He didn’t intend to forcibly pry into the words she told him to forget. Number 25 nodded with an uneasy expression.
“Yes.”
Low, who was tilting her teacup, let out a short sigh, unlike her, and then gestured to Number 25 to eat quickly and said.
“The story got long… Finish your meal.”
At her words, Number 25 started eating again before the food got cold.
The aroma of meat filling his mouth and the juice pouring out as if it had just been caught were so flavorful that he forgot the conversation he had just had with Low.
Low put her elbows on the table and watched Number 25 eat with her hands neatly gathered in front of her chin. The shadow that had fallen on her face was long gone.
Low asked tentatively, watching Number 25 put meat in both cheeks until they were full and making a happy expression.
“Is it delicious?”
As soon as the meat went down with a gulp, Number 25 answered.
“It’s delicious.”
At least the food was innocent, and he had no intention of making her sad by telling a lie.
Low stroked her chest as if relieved.
“I’m glad. It’s worth cooking from the morning… There’s more, so eat a lot.”
He wanted to eat more, but if he made his body heavy from the morning, he wouldn’t be able to hunt comfortably.
Number 25 shook his head and finished his meal by putting down the knife.
While he was rubbing his full stomach with a satisfied expression, Low leaned her upper body forward slightly.
“You have something here.”
With a natural gesture, Low wiped the food from the corner of Number 25’s mouth with her finger and put it in her mouth before Number 25 could react.
“I can do things like this myself.”
Number 25 grumbled, but the complaint didn’t stem from feelings of disgust.
Rather, it wasn’t much different from the feelings of a child who was a little older and embarrassed by his parents’ affectionate expressions.
She pulled the chair back with a creak and stood up from her seat, then said to Number 25.
“You haven’t washed yet, have you? Why don’t you go take a bath right away? You don’t have to go hunting today.”
“Really?”
What’s going on? It was the first time in nearly a year that he hadn’t gone on a morning hunt.
At first, he liked the idea that he didn’t have to kill lives unnecessarily, but Number 25 soon had no choice but to feel down.
He had forgotten that time went by slowly on days when there was no hunting.
There was nothing to do in District 2, where there was no downtown area or people gathering there.
There’s no helping it.
Number 25 headed to the bathroom on the first floor, thinking of taking a leisurely bath for the first time in a long time.
Since it was a tower where Low had lived alone until now, the bathroom was also very simple. A space where you can simply take a shower and a small bathtub that fills up when one person enters.
It wasn’t as luxurious as the large bathhouse in Asel’s castle or as atmospheric as the open-air bath in District 6, but there was no major inconvenience in washing his body.
Number 25, who put his body in the water that was quickly warmed by the fire spirit, hummed a song to himself.
I wish these peaceful days would continue forever.
As he was thinking that, he felt a presence behind him.
Number 25 turned around with uneasy feelings, and there was Low, barely covering her body with a towel.
It wasn’t a chest and buttocks that could be covered just by covering them. His eyes inadvertently went to the nipples that were slightly sticking out between the white towels.
At the appearance of the uninvited guest, Number 25 hurriedly covered his penis and shouted at Low.
“Wh, why are you here…?!”
Low, who was opening the door and looking inside, said in a calm voice.
“I was going to scrub your back, do you not like it?”
Scrubbing his back was something that other spirits could do enough. There was no way that Low, who created the spirits, wouldn’t know that fact.
The fact that she came into the bathroom now was purely her greed and desire.
Recently, I wonder if her expressions of affection have increased a little? That thought came first. Low must be looking at my body only as a research subject, right?
He was confused. His confused head couldn’t even properly tell Low to leave.
Low, who arbitrarily accepted the silence as affirmation, came into the bathroom and closed the door slightly.
A bathroom that was full even when he was alone, it felt like he would touch her body if he moved even a little.
Her scent, coming through the warm and humid air, gradually made his mind faint.
Low silently made white foam on her hands and then brought her hands to Number 25’s back without sending any signal.
Hot water, Low’s cold palms, and fragrant foam formed a trinity and paralyzed Number 25’s reason.
Low, who was rubbing Number 25’s back, muttered as if possessed while looking at his back.
“You’ve already grown up this much…”
He couldn’t hear properly because he was out of his mind.
Number 25 asked her back about what she had muttered from behind.
“What did you say?”
“Nothing…”
Low, who vaguely glossed over it, remained silent after that.
Only the sound of flesh rubbing against each other echoed in the quiet bathroom. Number 25 swallowed hard and focused on her touch felt on his back.
Number 25 trembled slightly at her touch that meticulously, carefully, and gently caressed his entire body.
Unlike the beginning when he was horrified to see Low come in, Number 25 had long since entrusted his body to her hands.
But that joy didn’t last long. Soon, Low, who confirmed that Number 25’s back was completely covered in white foam, got up and headed for the exit without leaving any words.
Number 25 looked at her leaving as if he was disappointed, and Low, who met his eyes, raised the corners of her mouth slightly and said.
“You can wash and come out alone now, right? Come up to my room when you’re done washing. There’s no hunting today, so I want to proceed with this research a little leisurely…”
Number 25 poured a bucket of water on his body to wash off the foam, then went into the bathtub and was lost in thought.
Leisurely research?
Just thinking about the word “research” made his penis erect to the point where it slightly showed off its appearance above the water.
Number 25, who lowered his head deeply, buried half of his face in the bathtub and then let out a deep sigh.
Ripples rippled on the surface of the water in response to his breath, and Number 25 steeled his heart as he watched his appearance floating on the surface of the water scatter.
Okay, I won’t deny it anymore.
Number 25 could see himself, who was already waiting for the research with her with a happy heart, reflected on the calm surface of the water.
