The Little Master, Kang In-ho – 4

Summary for readers who are not adults:

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Inho and the Heavenly Demon shared love.

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It was the Heavenly Demon’s first time, but she was not overwhelmed by Inho.

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The Heavenly Demon’s name is Soyou.

Deep within the Martial Arts Alliance.

Namgoong Soyeon, sitting in a lotus position, was focused on dissolving the energy of the Elixir she had taken into her body.

How much Elixir had she consumed? As she passed thirty, she gave up counting.

-Twitch

Different kinds of Elixir, with different properties, surged through her meridians like sediment in a flooded river.

Some were medicines made somewhere, while others were the Inner core of beasts that had lived for many years.

It was certainly an act that hastened her own destruction, but she had no time to measure.

‘Heavenly Demon…!’

Her goal was one. It was the Heavenly Demon.

To kill the Heavenly Demon who had insulted her, killed her comrades, and kidnapped Kang In-ho, she resolved to use any means necessary.

She remembers.

Her comrades consumed by the Black flame.

She remembers.

Inho, with a desperate look on his face as he was separated from her.

‘Young Master Kang…’

He put himself on the line. He put himself on the line to save us all.

That alone was reason enough for her to save him.

And there was another reason.

How scared must he be? What cruel things must he be suffering?

How much humiliation must he be enduring at the hands of that vile Heavenly Demon?

The life of Inho that her imagination created was worse than that of a slave.

Thinking of Kang In-ho makes her heart flutter.

A different feeling from when she met other martial artists. It’s like a spring breeze brushing her face, with a flower bud rising near her heart.

She couldn’t define it exactly.

But the existence of that feeling was clear and solid.

‘Please wait a little longer.’

-Twitch

The energy gathered in her body twitches once more.

She pours all her mind into regulating the flow of energy.

It’s just a lot of energy; she just needs to practice as usual.

That’s what she thought.

And she realized she was wrong.

Was it the result of arrogance? Or was it the influence of the Demonic state of mind that arose from thinking of Inho?

Her concentration slightly scattered, and she vomited blood.

-Cough!

Once her body started to break down, it began to collapse uncontrollably.

Like a landslide caused by rainwater, her body crumbled.

“Thunder Sword!”

As an unstable energy spread from the training room, Doctor Lee, who had been waiting outside, rushed in.

Namgoong Soyeon had collapsed on the cold stone floor of the training room and began to convulse.

-Gurgle!

A handful of blood gushed from her mouth, foaming.

“Get a grip! Thunder Sword!”

The doctor quickly took her pulse and tried to stabilize her by pressing on her pressure points.

“…Ugh… I…”

“Don’t talk! Focus on driving out the energy.”

The doctor’s words seemed to come from very far away.

Namgoong Soyeon’s consciousness slowly faded.

“This is… too much energy…”

The energy that had not been neutralized was seething in all her meridians, and Namgoong Soyeon writhed and spat out blood foam.

“No. I have to do something…!”

Fortunately, the doctor remained sane. He skillfully placed needles on her pressure points to avoid the worst-case scenario.

Treatment cannot continue in a place like this.

He picked up Namgoong Soyeon.

“Doctor…”

“You’ve regained consciousness?”

The doctor, relieved, looked down at her as Namgoong Soyeon’s words reached him from under his chin.

Yellow eyes.

What he saw were bright yellow eyes.

Surely Namgoong Soyeon’s eyes weren’t this color. As he was thinking that.

-Thud

Her fingertips pierced the doctor’s neck.

“Cough…! Gurgle…!”

The doctor, who died instantly, fell backward, and Namgoong Soyeon lay on top of him as if covering him.

She strangled the doctor’s neck with her hands, breathing heavily.

“…Not, not enough…!”

The doctor’s blood gushes out through her hands.

Red vapor spread like mist in the training room, and soon the energy gathered and flowed into Namgoong Soyeon.

Half an hour passed like that.

The doctor’s corpse, dried up, lay beneath Namgoong Soyeon, who had returned to her original appearance.

“Huh…! What is this!”

Namgoong Soyeon, now realizing what she had done, collapsed on the stone floor.

“Thunder Sword! What is…”

And the daughter of the Tang family, who had come with people because there was no news, murmured in dismay at this tragedy.

The feel of a comfortable blanket and soft flesh.

The sunlight of early morning gently tormenting my eyes.

“Umm…”

When I struggled to open my eyes, the half-naked Heavenly Demon was hugging me like a Dutch wife.

“Have you woken up?”

She asked me, her face against my chest, as if she had been awake for a while.

“Yes. Just now.”

“Really? Did you have a good dream?”

She asks.

“I don’t know. I don’t really remember.”

“Really? You kept muttering in your sleep, so I thought it was a very good dream.”

Was my body a little tired? I don’t usually talk in my sleep that much.

I do snore a bit, though.

“I must have been noisy. Couldn’t you sleep?”

“Not really. I woke up an hour ago.”

“I see.”

Maybe it’s because it’s the day after we mixed bodies, but it feels awkward to treat her somehow.

We haven’t exactly stamped our relationship as lovers yet, but judging from the way she treats me, it seems to have already become a foregone conclusion.

While I was thinking about what to do in the future, she suddenly asked.

“Who is Lee Mina? What kind of woman is she that she appeared in your dream?”

My brain stopped.