## Chapter 657 – #133_Discovery(3)
#657
1.
“Alright, I won. It’s my victory.”
Siwoo, having successfully repelled Rinne’s unreasonable demands with even more unreasonable tactics, clenched his fist and celebrated.
Some might call it a pyrrhic victory, but strictly speaking, he hadn’t lied, so Siwoo’s honor remained untarnished.
He was consoling himself, thinking that he had at least managed to divert her attention with his dazzling eloquence, when…
“……”
Rinne had returned to her room and quietly closed her eyes.
She was meditating.
Even when Siwoo wasn’t around, Rinne’s lifestyle didn’t change much.
She spent half the day swinging her sword in the training grounds, and the other half meditating, searching for a clearer path of the sword.
The only difference was whether or not she had a sparring partner.
“Hoo.”
With the lingering breath of her final exhalation, her meditation began.
As an act that had occupied about half of her long life, Rinne’s meditation was perfect.
Her body was neither overly tense nor relaxed.
Her slow breathing wouldn’t be disturbed even by a feather placed right in front of her face.
When she closed her eyes, the illusions that clouded her mind scattered, and her distractions evaporated.
Through dialogue with herself, she entered a transcendent mental world.
“……”
Or so it should have been.
Her face, which should have maintained a serene expression, was full of cracks.
It was because of the vulgar words she had heard from her temporary disciple just five minutes ago.
‘I like doing it from behind.’
‘I don’t think you understand, so I’ll say it again.’
‘So, women have two holes, right? Don’t look at the front, there’s another hole in the back.’
‘That’s where I like to stick it in, pin them down, and then go at it.’
‘Oh, and. If possible, it’s best to treat them like a slave and make them pant like a bitch.’
Rinne wasn’t interested in distinguishing between good and evil.
She didn’t care if he was a serial rapist or someone with a notoriously depraved taste.
Rinne herself was considering sleeping with her temporary disciple if the opportunity arose, wasn’t she?
Chastity and purity meant nothing to her.
She had to become stronger.
Life did not forgive weakness.
The curse that endlessly whispered from the darkness behind her, with its gaping maw.
If she could just throw off that terrible snare, the means and methods didn’t matter.
But Rinne was certain for the first time in her life that there was a limit to means and methods.
They were just words and connections of words, but it felt as unpleasant as if she had poured squirming insects into her ears.
“…Filthy bastard.”
-Splash, splash
Unable to bear it, Rinne took water from a basin and washed her ears.
2.
Last night, I briefly discussed the progress of the case with Yebin and went to sleep.
Day broke.
Without asking or saying anything, we immediately started sparring.
Rinne, whom I met in the training grounds at dawn, had a rather strange expression.
How should I put it?
Before, there was a subtle mix of goodwill, or perhaps a competitive spirit, towards someone pursuing the same path…
Now, there was a subtle sense of distance, as if she were dealing with someone covered in filth.
That was the reaction I had originally aimed for.
Even Rinne, who charged in without considering the consequences, didn’t seem likely to force herself to engage in sexual acts while enduring those harsh conditions.
“Take up your spear.”
Rinne said, raising her sword.
I could finally relax.
Even if I had bluffed with conditions that Rinne couldn’t easily accept, it didn’t mean the source of anxiety had disappeared.
If Rinne had thought about it carefully and decided to accept my demands, that would have been a problem in itself.
I had emphasized the ‘back’ to prepare for that possibility, but would that flimsy lie last forever?
If she didn’t react after several repetitions, she would naturally try other methods, and that would probably be the front hole.
In other words, it was important not to give her any starting point in the first place.
If Rinne’s aversion were to disappear awkwardly, the act would escalate.
The sparring that began was like any other time.
No, it was a little different.
Rinne’s sword was more emotional than usual, and it buzzed with a much more ferocious sound of tearing through the air.
It seemed like I had really gotten on her bad side…
As for Siwoo, he had no choice but to believe he had made the best choice and move on.
After a sparring session where I rolled on the ground enough to get dirt in my mouth and got thoroughly beaten, and after receiving treatment from Yebin twice and grabbing my spear again,
Something unbelievable happened.
“Today’s sparring ends here.”
“Huh?”
Now I understood how Rinne must have felt when she couldn’t understand my declaration that I liked anal sex too much yesterday.
I heard every word without missing a single one, but my brain refused to comprehend it.
Only 10 hours had passed since the sparring began.
It wasn’t like my limbs had been cut off, nor was Yebin’s magic depleted, yet Rinne was declaring a break during sparring.
“Do you have an appointment or something?”
A sense of unease crept in a beat late.
It would be more realistic if Rinne, who had been cut by a sword, teared up and said, ‘Hoo~ make it better….’ and asked for a bunny band-aid.
“No.”
One possibility came to mind.
“I plan to wash. Follow me.”
Could she really be going to do that?
Siwoo, scattering his shadow spear, blankly followed Rinne’s back as she headed towards the hot springs.
No.
Nothing was confirmed yet.
No matter how hard I ran my mental graphics card, I couldn’t imagine Rinne catering to Siwoo’s tastes.
In some ways, she was more stubborn than my master, so the worst-case scenario was probably not yet upon us.
Siwoo quietly followed Rinne and entered the bath with a large towel wrapped around him.
Nothing much happened in the bath either.
After cleaning her body once with cleansing magic, she only dipped in the water as if she were blanching vegetables in a shabu-shabu broth, and then came out.
Not even a single conversation was exchanged.
Rinne, having left the bath, dragged Siwoo straight into the tea room.
The fact that this tea room was the most secluded place in Hyangwolru was concerning.
Was Siwoo the only one who thought it was the perfect place for a secret rendezvous?
Unlike Siwoo, whose butt was stinging as if he were sitting on a bed of thorns, Rinne was boiling water without any sign of discomfort.
Once again, her movements were as restrained as a textbook example of tea ceremony.
Her house, her actions, it was possible that she was a daughter of some noble family before she became a witch?
It was only after receiving the frothy matcha that Rinne had brewed that the conversation, which had been cut off, resumed.
“What brings you here?”
I asked carefully, as if peeling off a thin layer of beeswax.
But Rinne, who was slurping her tea, didn’t answer.
In a sense, it was as expected, and in another sense, the answer that came was beyond imagination.
It was after she had finished her entire cup of tea.
“I will do it.”
“Do what?”
“I will have sexual intercourse.”
Rinne clearly stated her intentions without any room for misunderstanding.
It seemed that even a ‘maybe’ repeated three times could catch someone.
I felt like I had been hit on the head.
No, even if she wanted to become stronger, was she so desperate that she would cater to the depraved tastes I had deliberately listed?
And to make such a decision in just one day?
In front of a stiff Siwoo, Rinne continued to speak calmly.
“Of course, I have no intention of indulging all of your filthy and disgusting tastes.”
Those were the most nerve-wracking words I had heard so far.
To have no intention of indulging in my tastes meant that she would have normal sex, and if she noticed that Siwoo was constantly avoiding internal ejaculation, she would easily approach the truth.
“Take off your clothes.”
With those words, Rinne stood up and moved her hand to the belt of her training uniform.
I desperately tried to think, but…
There were no more excuses to make.
It was checkmate.
Rinne’s courage had surpassed Siwoo’s cunning tongue.
The time of reckoning, which he had been avoiding with all sorts of nonsense and dazzling moves, had come.
Just as his heart was about to collapse, a ray of light illuminated the tea room along with the moonlight.
“I will allow you to do it from behind.”
“……”
So, to summarize.
The noble master had no intention of indulging in my depraved slave play, but she would allow me to do it from behind.
It wasn’t checkmate, but it was a good defense at the level of check.
-Rustle
Before I could say anything, the hem of her clothes scattered.
Rinne’s naked body, standing obliquely with her back to Siwoo.
Her alluring skin shone through the half-fallen black training uniform.
“Also, there are conditions.”
She slightly turned her head.
Her eyes, which had been hidden by her neat side hair like a visor, shone sharply.
“I have no intention of panting like a bitch or acting cute.”
“……”
Come to think of it, I did say that too.
Hearing it from Rinne’s mouth made it all the more explicit.
“Also, I have no intention of being pinned down by you. I will do it in this position.”
By ‘this position,’ she meant standing with her legs slightly apart.
That’s right.
Just standing.
There was nothing impossible about it, but was it really possible?
-Thud
Finally, all her clothes fell off like a discarded shell.
The fair and supple back that I had glimpsed in the bath was revealed.
Her round buttocks, like a full moon, were so plump that they were better described as ‘ongdoni’ rather than ‘buttocks.’
“Before that, do not resist.”
Black magic gathered in Rinne’s hand.
Her hand, which shot out like a ray of light, struck various parts of Siwoo’s body.
The tips of her hands, where magic was concentrated, strongly pierced the main areas of his magic circuit, leaving bruises.
“Ack!”
As the black magic clumps blocked various parts of his circuit, the use of his magic was immediately suppressed.
Of course, he could release it if he wanted to, but Rinne would be able to react if she saw any signs of it.
It was probably a safeguard to prevent him from standing behind her defenselessly.
Rinne, having set up her safety device, looked at Siwoo as if asking why he wasn’t taking off his clothes.
“Begin.”
“Hoo….”
It would be a lie to say that being born a man and having sex with a beautiful woman to his heart’s content wasn’t enjoyable.
But no matter how brave or horny a man was, he wouldn’t want to have this kind of nerve-wracking sex.
Sex where, if he made even the slightest mistake, his life would be ruined forever.
However.
The die had been cast.
Siwoo took off his pants and stood behind Rinne.
