1440 - Chapter 58

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Episode 58
“Mm… childish, isn’t it? I suppose I’m still young after all.”
Yeonsu assumed his silence came from discomfort at being this close to her, skin against skin with nothing between them.
She gave a short laugh, mixing regret with embarrassment, and reached to fasten his robe properly before rising. But he caught hold of her.
“I dislike those things too.”
Dislike.
It was the first time she’d seen him speak so plainly about his own feelings, and Yeonsu’s eyes widened slightly in surprise.
“…It must be painful for you, isn’t it?”
As she offered him sympathy, he drew her closer still.
“But you’re different.”
“…!”
Their eyes met in the empty air between them. The room’s atmosphere seemed to stop mid-breath. Though the wall clock in the living room ticked on—tap, tap—as if time still flowed, both of them remained perfectly still, locked in each other’s gaze as though the world itself had frozen.
Then, slowly—so slowly—Yeonsu’s body began to lean forward. Without a sound, their lips brushed together, barely touching. His body sank back onto the bed.
Her long hair spread like black silk across the quilt. Against the darkness of that hair and gown, only her face, neck, and small hands and feet gleamed pale and luminous.
At the sight, Yeonsu caught her lower lip between her teeth and pressed her forehead against the hollow of his neck.
“Please, let me touch you.”
Before he could even answer, her hands moved. Her fingers, longer and thicker than his, played across his skin like someone drawing music from an instrument—tapping, exploring beneath the fabric of his robe.
For a moment he caught his breath, his chest expanding, but he didn’t push her away.
Knowing he wasn’t refusing, Yeonsu parted her lips and drew her tongue out. Her hands traced the contours of his chest while her mouth explored the inside of his lips—licking each even tooth one by one, teasing the soft inner membrane.
She opened her eyes just slightly to study his face. He stood frozen, uncertain what to do, eyes squeezed shut. Seeing him like that, she flicked her tongue along his teeth, and only then did his eyes open.
His cheeks flushed as she licked at his lips like a puppy. The tension didn’t dissolve entirely, but the rigidity in him began to give way. His body slowly went soft.
She traced his form slowly through his robe. When her hand pressed firmly along the inside of his thigh, he bit down on the back of his hand to stifle a sound. But there was no hiding it. Yeonsu could hear his voice directly in her mind.
“Ah… ah…”
Maddening. That measured, crystalline voice had taken on a sultry edge. She was playing the experienced guide, but in truth she was a virgin as inexperienced as he was. Just hearing his voice sent heat flooding through her.
“…Wait, wait—will you come up here?”
She shifted position, lying back herself, and lifted him to straddle her waist. It seemed kinder to him than staying on top—her own weight was considerable, and she didn’t want to burden him.
But this position was new to him, and even in the dark room his face blazed visibly red.
“This… this is…”
He fumbled, bracing himself on her chest, twisting his hips awkwardly, and Yeonsu’s cheeks flushed in response. In her own confusion, an embarrassing question spilled out before she could stop it.
“Do you have lotion or… no, no. I already cleaned all that up.”
“Lotion?”
“Never mind.”
She shook her head quickly as if to erase the thought, then wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled him down to her.
He startled at finding himself draped over her, his mouth falling open—and into that opening she thrust her tongue deep.
“Ah, there—mm…”
God. His startled moan echoed through her mind in surround sound.
Even with his mouth sealed in the kiss, she could hear his voice asking about this and that. The thought made her feel wild—dangerously wild—though she knew she shouldn’t be thinking such things.
Yeonsu forced her mouth to curve upward. And she silently cursed the Baekga line—may they be damned through endless cycles of rebirth, never finding escape from the wheel of Samsara, burning forever in hellfire.
Their positions shifted again. She settled him gently on the bed and placed a soft pillow beneath his hips. Then she paused, feeling a strange ache in her nose, and pressed the bridge of it with the back of her hand.
It was her first time doing any of this. Everything was a first with him. Except for her mother, she had never given her heart to anyone like this, never longed for anyone for so long.
After sharing their bodies, he looked impossibly more precious to her. Love blindness had never been more real.
She gazed with contentment at the marks she’d left below his throat, blooming red against his skin. The fact that they had kissed, joined their bodies, shared their hearts—it filled her with nothing but joy.
Yeonsu drew her hand away from below and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
“I’m glad you felt it.”
At her words, he spoke with clear surprise in his voice.
“How can you say such things so easily?”
“I learned that the more important feelings are, the less you should hide them.”
“…From whom?”
He’d been keeping his head down, but now he lifted his eyes slightly to look at her. Was that a hint of jealousy in the way he asked who had taught her such things? Perhaps that too was love blindness.
“Health class at school. I was an excellent student, you know—very diligent about my health education. And now I’m reaping the benefits of that hard work.”
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She brought him a fresh wet cloth to clean himself with, then reluctantly pulled away and sat up, her movements neat and composed.
“I’m going to wash up.”
Even as she said it, she lingered, unable to tear her eyes from him until at last she found the strength to rise and leave the room.
After washing herself clean with cold water and tidying away the cloths she’d used on him, she turned to find him watching her with a flushed face.
“Must you be so embarrassed?”
“…No, …yes.”
Not understanding the real reason for his shame, she simply laughed—a soft, delighted sound—at how endearing his confused answer was.
“I need to perform my Prayer and Meditation now. But with you looking so adorable, I’m not sure I’ll be able to concentrate properly.”
“A-adorable. Am I…?”
“Then who else would call me cute, if not you? Today, don’t peek at me while I’m praying. Just go to sleep.”
Yeonsu was referring to the way he’d been watching her through the back door as she meditated. But the man who had just stolen a glimpse of her through his clairvoyance felt immediately guilty and scrambled under the blankets.
Yeonsu tucked him in properly, settling him into bed, before slipping out to the rear courtyard.
Tonight was one of those rare occasions when she set out purified water and offered prayers to the Heavenly Deities. Yet her mind kept drifting to the man’s body, to the warmth of his touch. She could feel him lying awake in the inner room, the back door left open, his eyes on her in the darkness—which only made it harder to focus.
Perhaps they could step outside together, breathe the night air, talk. His name… she wanted to ask him.
The urge to call his name had been building since earlier, pushing up against her resolve with each breath. But this was prayer time, and besides—on a cold night like this, what if the wind made him ill? She suppressed the impulse, holding herself to what was right.
As she gathered her thoughts, the moment finally came when her focus settled wholly into the prayer.
Among the Heavenly Deities, some answered prayers with clarity, while others remained silent.
The ones who answered Yeonsu directly were Namdu Seonggun, Sangje, and Ilwol Shin. She had never once received a response from Chilseong Shin.
Chilseong Shin would send down spiritual energy when needed, but never answered divinations. She’d heard this explained by senior practitioners and her mother alike.
Why was that? Back then she’d laughed it off, thinking Chilseong Shin was simply aloof. But now, strangely, she felt closer to those deities than ever before.
Her mind seemed to expand endlessly, holding the vast universe within it. The rear courtyard beneath her feet transformed into clouds high above the sky. Constellations wheeled and spun before her eyes in dizzying arcs, yet she felt no vertigo—only a perfect, seamless harmony in every sensation.

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