‘Our’ Definition

After our first time, our Master called me to her bedchamber about every other day.

At first, I was proactive, excited by the fact that I could be with such a beautiful woman, but it seemed to have flipped some kind of switch in her, and the time we spent together kept getting longer and longer.

When I was with her, I would sleep in the Heavenly Demon Palace that night, and recently, she had even started waking me up in the early morning.

No, to be precise, I was the one who woke up.

“What are you doing?”

“Don’t worry about it. You must be tired, so sleep more. I’ll do my work.”

It was so brazen of her to say that while holding my precious thing in her mouth. I thought, ‘You have to be this shameless to be the Cult Leader.’

In the end, I couldn’t stand it and went at it again. By the time she was satisfied, the sun was already rising.

If you asked if I hated it, I’d say it was fifty-fifty.

It’s almost an unavoidable instinct for a man to want to spend the night with an attractive woman.

However, I had to bear the full brunt of the aftermath.

It was like drinking heavily and suffering from a hangover the next day.

After spending the night with the Heavenly Demon, we would eat breakfast together, and then she would go to work on Black Heaven Cult matters, while I would head back to the Disciple’s Palace to catch up on sleep.

It was a constant cycle.

If the Chief Manager hadn’t come to the Disciple’s Palace to take me to lunch, I probably would have slept until dinner.

“Oh, my. You look sleepy.”

He said with a smile in his eyes, and I rubbed my rabbit-red eyes and nodded.

“That’s true, and the water I left next to the bed is all gone, so I’m a little thirsty.”

I still couldn’t get used to speaking informally.

“I’ll make sure to bring more water next time. I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize. I just drink a lot of water, so don’t worry about it too much.”

In fact, I felt sorry for even saying this to the Chief Manager.

Currently, the Chief Manager is the only one taking care of the Disciple’s Palace.

Originally, there should have been servants galore, but unfortunately, all the servants of the Black Heaven Cult are women, and our Master didn’t want me to have any servants.

So, naturally, the Chief Manager ended up taking care of everything for me, but the Chief Manager was already busy managing everything in the Black Heaven Cult.

Both my position of asking for favors and the Chief Manager’s lack of physical time made it a difficult situation for both of us.

“I’m thinking of talking to Master about it today.”

“I wonder if the Cult Leader will allow it… I’m worried you might get scolded for nothing.”

“Well, what’s the worst that could happen? I could die? Haha.”

Yeah, well… I guess there’s nothing more than dying.

“If it really doesn’t work out, ‘we’ can just hide somewhere.”

As I said with a giggle, the Chief Manager paused.

“I see. ‘We’ can just hide somewhere.”

He had a blank look on his face for a moment, then gave me a kind smile.

“You really want to die, don’t you?”

Today’s lunch was noodles, and I was looking forward to it, picking up my chopsticks, when she suddenly said that.

I had asked her to allow me to have servants, and that was her reaction.

The Heavenly Demon’s reaction was so intense that Youngma, who was about to eat a meatball-like dish, froze with his mouth open.

Youngma looked at Youngma’s mouth and gently closed it with his finger.

What a well-matched duo.

I felt the need to be a little brazen.

“No, think about it. How many jobs does the Chief Manager have right now? He’s in charge of everything in the Black Heaven Cult, and it’ll be too much for him if he has to take care of even the smallest things.”

“Chief Manager, is your work too much for you?”

“Don’t ask the innocent Chief Manager and talk to me. Why are you being so stubborn when all you need to do is assign a few people?”

Raising my voice a little as if I was frustrated, the Heavenly Demon’s eyes widened.

She had a ‘How dare you?’ look on her face.

If I were the me from our first meeting, I would have been intimidated, but having spent some nights together, I didn’t find her particularly scary.

“Stubborn? Stubborn with me?”

The Heavenly Demon snorted, as if she was dumbfounded.

Youngma looked back and forth between Master and me, then lowered his head.

“If you still don’t want to give me servants, that’s fine. I can fetch water and gather firewood myself. I don’t have anything to do here anyway, so that’s great.”

“That’s impossible. The only place you can move is within this Black Heaven Cult. And the Chief Manager is capable, so he can continue as he is….”

“I’m not comfortable with it. Checking up on me every morning… He’s already swamped with work.”

“Hmm….”

After a few more minutes of arguing that it was too much for the Chief Manager alone, the Heavenly Demon pouted as if she was dissatisfied and tapped the table with her finger.

“Haa… I’d like to tear that mouth apart, but….”

She muttered scary things in between, but I decided to pretend I didn’t hear them.

“The number of servants should be minimal… and they’re all around the right age… I’ll have to get old or young ones…”

Our Master, lost in her own world, muttered.

After a few minutes, Master nodded as if she had made a decision and opened her mouth.

“Alright. I don’t know why you’re so concerned about the Chief Manager, whom you’ve only known for a short time, but I’ll grant your wish because I appreciate your thoughtfulness.”

-But!

She set a condition.

“You can only have two servants.”

I thought one would be enough, but I guess it doesn’t matter if there are more.

“I am grateful for Master’s great grace.”

As I politely made a fist and palm salute, something hard flew and hit me hard on the forehead.

What is this… a bean?

Did she just throw a bean at me? It hurts like hell.

“Don’t be so smug. You damn disciple.”

The Heavenly Demon made a ‘hmph!’ sound, then sucked up the noodles with a whoosh, as if using the Black Heaven Divine Art, and got up from her seat and disappeared somewhere.

“Yes, I won.”

I blurted out without realizing it.

“Young Cult Leader, I apologize for being rude, but… I think she has a rather unique personality.”

Youngma, who was finally putting a meatball in his mouth and chewing, said to me.