Chapter 688 – #139_Seven Falls, Eight Rises (2)
#688
1.
Rinne, who had thoroughly beaten up Siwoo for about six hours, still couldn’t control her anger.
If it were just simple anger, it would have burned everything and then died down like ashes.
However, Rinne’s anger was closer to a napalm bomb, a mix of various elements.
Shame, self-loathing, and other factors fueled the combustion like benzene and polystyrene.
She felt like she might fail to control her strength against her delinquent disciple, so she ended the sparring.
The shame she had forgotten while focusing on satisfying Shin Siwoo came back to her.
No matter how much she tried to ignore it, her unsightly behavior was endlessly replaying in her mind.
She didn’t want to be sober.
When she went to the tavern in Dignity Town with Shin Siwoo, she learned the power of alcohol to temporarily forget reality.
Therefore, Rinne sought alcohol.
Rinne doesn’t usually drink.
However, this Hyangwol Pavilion was a direct transfer of the mansion where she had lived with her master since she was a novice witch.
Therefore, there was a separate box in the warehouse for storing alcohol, and Rinne was able to find an old bottle of sake and a flat, saucer-like sakazuki there.
The sake’s alcohol content was almost the same as the Moscow Mule she had drunk before.
However, there was an intentional flaw in Rinne’s brand.
Therefore, her autonomous defense didn’t work properly, and her resistance to alcohol was significantly reduced.
After she had emptied three cups of sake in a row, it was only natural that she would get heavily drunk.
“…”
“Um, what’s the matter…”
Even when Yebin was called by Rinne after finishing the healing during the sparring, she wasn’t too worried.
She thought it was just to take care of any remaining invisible injuries.
However, as Rinne went in and out of the room, bringing alcohol and roughly pouring herself drinks, Yebin’s danger alarm was gradually increasing in volume.
She knew the infamous reputation of the Sword Witch, and even though they had lived together for several months, there hadn’t been any events to change that image.
“Doctor, you deceived me.”
Rinne’s voice, spreading like a night mist, was something Yebin had never heard since she started living with her.
Deceived? About what?
She didn’t know why she was suddenly like this, but her body stiffened.
In front of Yebin, Rinne pushed a dagger wrapped in paper and said,
“Commit seppuku.”
“Hick!”
Although Yebin was an exile, she was a non-combat witch with no real combat experience.
Moreover, she became a novice witch after adulthood, so her values were completely those of a modern person.
Being suddenly forced to commit seppuku, she couldn’t help but feel terror enough to cause a fit.
“Why, can I at least know why I have to die?”
However, she couldn’t just die without knowing why.
Yebin, with tears welling up in her eyes, hurriedly asked the reason.
“…”
Over the silence, a sharp gaze, though scattered by drunkenness, was poured down.
Taking advantage of the brief respite, Yebin desperately racked her brain.
Was it because the fact that she hid Siwoo’s magic amplification conditions was exposed? Or was it her escape plan?
Either was possible, but Siwoo, the person involved, was sent back to his room nicely, and there must be another reason why Yebin was called separately.
Meanwhile, Rinne, in front of the pale-faced Yebin, kept biting her lip repeatedly.
There were a lot of things to ask.
But when she tried to say them, the memory of humiliation, like cutting bone, was replayed.
“You clearly told me how to satisfy a man.”
“Yes…?”
“But the wrong way.”
Yebin’s head was filled with question marks at Rinne’s growling, as if chewing on her words.
It was because she thought she had misheard.
It was a topic that seemed out of place to be discussed in such a serious and scary atmosphere.
Of course, that didn’t make the Rinne in front of her any less scary.
“Ah, that, that’s…”
However, it was true that she had caught a clear clue among the many stabs that were flying haphazardly.
Yebin looked at the overall picture, going against Rinne’s questioning.
First, Rinne had called Yebin in a while ago and asked about how to please a man.
She knew what it would be used for.
Rinne was trying to seduce Shin Siwoo to gain magic amplification.
It had been quite a while since they had been intimate.
She also heard from him that while the condition was very simple, Shin Siwoo was using his wit to conceal the condition.
So, what did Rinne ask?
Even though her thinking ability was impaired by fear, she was still a witch.
The consultation details she pulled out from her excellent memory were as follows:
Rinne’s question: Do men like women with big breasts?
Yebin’s advice: Even if it’s not breasts, try to appeal with a slender back.
She also told her to wear stockings or leggings.
Question: Is it important for a woman to moan?
Answer: It’s more attractive if there’s a reaction.
Finally, the question: Is making animal sounds an attractive element?
Yebin, from her experience, said that it was because showing a submissive appearance could satisfy the sense of conquest.
“Ah…”
So, the reason why Rinne was angry at her for deceiving her was…
She had tried everything, and yet magic amplification didn’t occur, so she was questioning Yebin.
Being dragged out in the middle of the night and beaten up was also a way of venting her embarrassment.
In a way, she was caught in the crossfire.
But instead of resentment towards Siwoo, she was just shocked.
She was shocked that Rinne, who looked so scary, had shown such a side in front of Siwoo.
Yebin couldn’t even begin to guess why she would go so far for something like that.
“I… I told you correctly…”
“Don’t deceive me. He laughed at me. Even though I did everything you told me.”
Anyway, now was the time to overcome the impending crisis.
To calm Rinne’s anger, she needed to act as a serious counselor.
“If it’s not rude, may I ask how you did it?”
“…”
“Maybe I can help you. What the problem was.”
Yebin calmed her pounding heart and spoke in a soft voice.
Contrary to her hopes, alcohol was not a panacea for mental healing.
What came was not the blessing of oblivion, but the curse of a more vivid recollection.
In the end, Rinne chose to receive the correct example from Yebin rather than exposing her own flaws.
“Moan.”
“Yes?”
“Moan in a way that would seduce a man.”
The only moans Rinne had ever heard were Dorothy’s.
If she could also refer to Yebin, she could guess what was wrong.
“H-here?”
When she questioned as if it was difficult, Rinne’s gaze turned to the dagger wrapped in paper.
“I, I’ll do it! I’ll do it…”
To think that her life was on the line because of a sexually harassing punishment like a drinking game that crossed the line…
Yebin closed her eyes tightly.
“Haa… haaang… aahng…”
Without any sexual stimulation, she had to act out a seductive moan in front of a same-sex person who was evaluating her with a frosty demeanor?
This was, without a doubt, the worst way to prove her innocence.
It was embarrassing and shameful.
Every time she heard her own moans, she felt so cringy that goosebumps rose all over her body.
“Aang, hwaang… aahng… aaaaang… Is this enough?”
“Do more.”
“Yes… aang… aahng…”
The only consolation was that as soon as Yebin started moaning, Rinne’s anger subsided.
The awkward sound of Yebin’s voice flowed in the quiet room.
Rinne listened to it as if she were listening to classical music.
But no matter how contrived the situation was, Yebin had experience and a clear understanding of sexual pleasure.
Her moans were much more natural and had a subtle sexiness compared to Rinne’s.
“Stop.”
“Aang, yes…”
Rinne made a judgment.
At the same time, she became confused.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Yes? Yes, as you can see, I’m doing it desperately…”
“It’s not much different from me.”
“Is that… so?”
In other words, she didn’t see a big difference between the sounds Yebin made and her own.
In the first place, Rinne didn’t see much difference between Dorothy’s moans and her own.
The syllables and phonemes that couldn’t be properly represented by phonetic characters, the slightly mixed nasal sounds, and the slightly rougher breathing, she had clearly imitated them properly.
Was the size of her breasts the problem? That wasn’t it either.
Rinne and Siwoo had been intimate in a rear-entry position.
It was a position where Rinne, who didn’t have breasts that would bounce, could hide her weakness and emphasize her back at the same time.
Whether it was Dorothy or Rinne, the advantage or disadvantage of breasts would be meaningless in that position, wouldn’t it?
So, the above two things wouldn’t be the problem.
“Make a cow’s moo.”
“Yes…?”
“Mix it with moans like the Witch of the Nine Paths did.”
She had already shown her moans to the point where her face turned red, but this time, an even more outrageous request came.
Yebin, with tears in her eyes, made a timid mooing sound.
“…Mmm, mooo…”
“Make it louder.”
“Moooo!”
Yebin’s face, which had turned as hot as if it were on fire, covered her face with her palms, but Rinne’s impression was not much different.
This was also not much different.
However, what caught her eye was Yebin’s breasts, visible between her elbows.
“…”
As the alcohol rapidly began to circulate, a sudden realization flashed in her dizzy head.
Cows also have big udders.
Dorothy has big breasts.
Yebin also has big breasts.
Meanwhile, Rinne has small breasts.
Rinne had not considered the correlation between the cow’s moo and the size of the breasts at all.
She had only thought about satisfying his sense of conquest by imitating the animal’s cry.
Come to think of it, he had shown embarrassment when Rinne started making cow sounds.
“I see.”
Only then did she realize why Siwoo had been embarrassed and even sneered at Rinne.
Rinne, who had small breasts, was trying to imitate a cow like Dorothy, so it must have looked like a crow trying to follow a stork and splitting its legs.
Putting aside the resentment of him mentioning her meager figure, she was disgusted by her disciple’s audacity to think such things even while watching her efforts.
However, as she had found a clear answer, there was a gain.
If there were Rinne’s misunderstandings and mistakes, it was meaningless to blindly criticize Yebin.
It was possible that she had given accurate information.
And above all…
“Hmm…”
Rinne had completely drunk herself.
The tipsy feeling broke through her crown in just about 10 minutes.
It gifted Rinne with dizziness and lethargy that made steam rise.
A merciless drowsiness came over her.
“Okay, get out.”
“What about the seppuku…?”
“Get out.”
Forcing her eyelids, which were as heavy as a thousand pounds, open, she dismissed Yebin.
There were still two more challenge opportunities she had planned internally.
If those two efforts were all in vain, then…
“Koo…”
Rinne, who was going back and forth between dream and reality, fell asleep in the same kneeling position.
