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The interior of the carriage is nothing short of gorgeous.

The finish of the wood is straight with no small hangnails here and there, and the well-fitted wood is neat and tidy with no gaps for even a coin to fit in.

There’s even a brazier on the wall, making it an ultra-luxurious setup that ignores the fundamentals of a carriage, which is supposed to survive on its own when it’s hot and when it’s cold.

So, on one wall, there is a spacious VIP seating area with more than a chair or less than a bed, and the center is draped with translucent cotton thread.

With a listless and bored expression, Inyoung puts her hand into the chest of the woman at her side and continues to knead it.

“Are you curious about how much more you have to knead before it pops? Stop harassing Sister Ui, Cheonhwageom. I’m afraid that others will see it.”

“Huh? Am I okay?”

“You are the problem too. Aren’t you embarrassed in front of strangers? Why are we giving away milk as if it were a given? Under no circumstances is this a very inappropriate attitude to engage in in front of others.”

“But, because I’m the older sister? It’s okay to let me touch your breasts, right?”

“I don’t understand Bon Lang Lang. Is it natural for a younger brother to molest his older sister’s breasts?”

“Actually, I don’t know! I also don’t have sisters before sleeves. But shouldn’t retail be able to do whatever it wants?”

“There is no common sense at all. You are also a strong enemy.”

“Yes. then! Because I’m an expert now.”

“No, that’s not it. why… … .”

Lang Lang sweeps his face with both palms.

Be that as it may, Cheong just indifferently pokes and gently caresses the soft skin that is wrapped around his hand, opens his hand wide and squeezes it, and enjoys the sloshing sound that fills the space between his fingers.

“It’s just that sleeves like breasts.”

“Even if you try to pass it off as normal, it’s an unusual scene. Normal sisters don’t grope their breasts. This is especially true in front of others.”

“Just. Sleeves are a bit complicated.”

Gyeon Po-hee throws it away with a kind smile.

Lang Lang pauses, stops what he was going to say, and ends up shaking his head.

“It is extremely humiliating. I can’t believe that Lang Lang’s insight is inferior to someone with such an innocent brain. You pretend to be stupid and make people fools. Bon Lang Lang, I will admit that I underestimated you. Cheonhwageom’s harassing behavior is a manifestation of an unstable psychological state. Cheonhwageom, do you agree with this?”

Then, as if Cheong had dozed off, he suddenly regained his focus and looked at Lang Lang.

“Huh? What?”

“The chest.”

“That’s right. chest. Why are breasts good? There are other soft and soft parts besides the chest, right? The inside of the forearm or the belly fat.”

“I cannot understand the context of the conversation. Interesting, keep going.”

“Listen. The size, shape, and feel of breasts vary from person to person, so Heemae is really big, but it’s also so soft that it feels like it’s just flowing between your fingers?”

“It was information I didn’t want to know at all.”

“But there are also people with small breasts, right? Rather, do you want your forearms and belly fat to be softer and softer? But strangely enough, it’s not as satisfying as my heart.”

“Hmm. Very interesting. So?”

“So, the breasts themselves have the charm of attracting people. So I don’t need any more reasons to touch Hee-mae’s breasts.”

“That’s a grand excuse. So, what you’re saying is that this act of harassment has nothing to do with Cheonhwageom’s emotional instability.”

“Yes. Am I okay? Nothing’s wrong? It’s very ordinary, right? Is it the same as usual?”

“I’ll leave it at that for now.”

The agency’s deadline for dispatch is until winter.

Since it was Yun Il-wol, an unexpected month-long journey was added.

It’s March now.

It is the beginning of spring, called Chunsamwol.

It was roughly spring when Qing fell to the ancient central plains, so it could be said that his sixth year of life as a shaman has finally begun.

Cheong is a semi-Hwagyeong level super expert who has already defeated several Hwagyeong experts.

However, even so, it was still just one late index.

It is not the position to intervene and take active action in the complex situation involving the Murim League, the Four factions, and the Blood Cult.

“No matter how many words of gratitude I can express to my Heavenly Sword, it will never be enough. The Heavenly Flower Sword is Jin Jajang’s benefactor.”

“Well, it somehow sounds like a goodbye.”

“That’s right. Isn’t it time for the Heavenly Fire Sword to return? Now that winter has passed, I guess I should return to the Cheonhwageomdo Temple, right?”

“But, there are also blood cultists… … ”

“Blood cultists are the ones who, if anything goes wrong even slightly, cut off their tails and hide. Since their plot has already been foiled, from now on we will have to launch a large-scale investigation.”

“But, there are no disciples in Jinjiajang yet… … .”

Jinjagang smiles happily at that.

“If you think about it, stopping the conspiracy of the blood religion was also the work of Cheonhwageom. I understand why my godmother was so proud. How can you keep quiet about such a well-bred student? Rather, it should be seen that he restrained himself.”

“Hehe. That much.”

“As an adult of my political faction, I don’t have the courage to see Cheonhwageom. So, leave the future work to the adults.”

In fact, there is nothing to do anyway if you sit around in Gwangju and kill time.

The Gwangju Safa factions were completely destroyed and completely uprooted.

As expected, it has been firmly established in people’s minds that nothing good will come of joining the Four Schools, so there will be no major problem for Master Jin to recruit disciples.

So all we have to see is, well.

What about Jin Sozer’s unconventional short-chested outfit?

I thought so.

“I made a few clothes for Cheonhwageom.”

“Wow. thank you! Everything like this.”

“No matter how much the outfit is completed, it is the face. She’s just being scolded for her beauty, but I wonder if she even has the sense to choose clothes. Especially for women with large breasts, they don’t even get clothes.”

“I don’t think it’s that much… … ”

“No. Cheonhwageom is the worst-dressed person I know. Honestly, it’s the worst, no, it’s at the level of a sin.”

Jinseol hit the nail on the head.

So, Cheong tries it on.

“Um, Jean Soger? This is a bit much. I don’t think this is any different from just taking it off.”

Cheong, who pulled up the thin skirt and tightened it up to the chest cavity below her chest, and put on a sleeveless vest over it, shudders in embarrassment.

The vest is made of silk on the front only and is made of cotton on the top and back to catch the wind, and its length only reaches the solar plexus.

Her breasts are already massive, so the round curves underneath are clearly visible to the world.

What is this? Isn’t this just exhibitionism, not dressing well?

If you look up from below, you can see the top.

No, how can you run wearing something like this in the first place?

If something so light would just turn over, then you would end up as a pervert who would just show off his breasts.

But the truth is serious.

“They say it’s especially hot this summer, and extremely bold expressions have been popular at the end of previous years, right? They say that Confucius Ok Kirin seems to have a great interest in good fortune. So, the clothing style of the coming summer will be bolder and show off beautiful curves, right? Especially if it’s a woman with big breasts like Cheonhwageom, look, her waist is exposed, right?”

So, I tried on several sets of clothes one by one.

“Jin Sojeo? Isn’t this too fine? Too, that, you have to dig a little moderately.”

“Preface What kind of Spring and Autumn Warring States period did Suje live in? No, even Confucius would say that it just looks good. The upper chest barely came out.”

“Uh, Jean Soger? Why is there no cloth covering the solar plexus? There are only two middle rows left? Did I wear it wrong? what? Did you wear it inside out?”

“Introduction Even though Sojeo has big breasts, her breasts are clearly visible. It is also a requirement for beautiful breasts. It looks good.”

All of them are types that turn a person into a severe exhibitionist, or a person who is so confident in their womb that they are absorbed in self-display.

“Uh, Jean Soger? I think short chest doesn’t suit me… … ”

“I like tops anyway. If you find it difficult, you can just get another jeogori. After all, the completion of an outfit lies in the skirt. Still, if possible, try to dress up. With such a pretty face. It’s a waste.”

Women’s clothing in the central region is divided into Yugun (skirt) and the rest.

Instead of separating the top and bottom like in Cheong’s hometown, people wear a skirt and fill in the rest.

Therefore, a mid-length skirt can be worn as a single piece by hanging it over the shoulder or wrapping it over the chest, or it can be worn as a single piece, and it comes in all kinds of lengths, such as hanging from under the chest to over the abdomen and pelvis.

On the other hand, the shapes also vary widely, such as falling straight, flowing with many wrinkles, fluttering or fluttering, folded large and elegant, tightening under the hips to emphasize the buttocks, etc.

It is the most important element of clothing, starting with a skirt and then putting on the rest that matches.

Therefore, in the clothes Jinseol made, the short chest is always an additional element, and in the end, its true value lies in all kinds of skirts.

In fact, Jinseol’s handmade skirt is one of the most luxurious items that any woman from the martial arts faction would desire.

It is said that small differences make luxury goods.

When Jinseol builds something, it looks beautiful despite the subtle differences.

“Hmm. I’ll wear it well. Although my chest is a bit short.”

“I wanted to make more, but I was busy working so I didn’t have time.”

Cheong looks down at the large bundle of clothes that he has to hold with both hands.

Cheong has never made clothes before.

However, I could tell that in order to make this much clothes, I must have devoted all my time to sewing, except when I was working.

No, but I don’t think that will work, right?

What kind of human sewing machine is this?

When I think of Jinseol wearing clothes all the time, I feel like a smile secretly spreads across my face.

“Thank you. I’ll wear it well.”

“I am more thankful. In many ways.”

Then Cheong read the mood.

Ah, this is a moment to embrace.

Cheong spreads his arms triumphantly.

Jinseol bursts out laughing at that and immediately comes into her arms and hugs her tightly.

And on the day of departure, Yeom Hwi-yeong was sitting on the driver’s seat of a carriage pulled by six horses, pointing triumphantly behind him with his thumb.

No, where did you get this?

Even the stables don’t lend out things like this?

But, what is good?

So the return home begins.

However, the midfield area should be very large.

Heading north from Gwangju, passing through Cheongwon, Yangsan, Yeonju, the southernmost point of Hunan Province, Chimju, Hyeongyang… …

When I was just leaving Gwangju, I was very concerned about leaving behind the blood cultists.

So, I looked out the window, my eyes shining, and I looked for any blood cult bastards passing by, and if I caught them, I threatened to kill them all.

In the first place, they didn’t have ‘blood religion’ written on their faces, so how can you tell by looking hard enough?

Moreover, the current communication technology of blood religion has surpassed its time.

Who could imagine that among the Jiangshi, there would be an entity that could communicate with a Jiangshi located in a distant place?

In fact, even the person who actually produced it had absolutely no understanding of what these kids were, how on earth they got this kind of ability, how amazing it was, and how they could talk to their family far away.

Anyway, Cheong was so desperate for life that he gnashed his teeth and said he would kill all these blood cult bastards, but that only lasted for a day or two.

Carriage travel can be said to be an activity that puts as much strain on the buttocks as it does on the legs.

However, since the carriage is so high-class that it is comfortable on the buttocks, isn’t it the cunning of humans that when you feel comfortable, you automatically start thinking about other things?

So, random thoughts pass through Cheong’s mind.

What is a good person, what is a bad person, and what is the difference between a utilitarian good person and an individual good person?

Also, what’s wrong with killing a bad guy? And, um, why doesn’t my sister-in-law’s breasts get tired even after massaging them all day? I wonder if she’s put drugs on them, and if that’s the only drug allowed by the state. It can be said that it is not for nothing that statues with large breasts appear in relics of primitive people… … .

And the carriage continues to roll.

Home Towards my sweet home.