When the Black Moon Rises - Chapter 103
Chapter 103
Baek Giha, bracing himself with a hand on the floor, unable to contain his thirst, finally lunged.
Like a predator seizing its prey, he captured her nape with his lips.
Just licking and savoring her sweet skin made his head spin.
He couldn't believe there could be any sensation greater than this.
“Hhmm…”
A soft moan escaped her lips once more.
He traced her jawline upwards, as if exploring.
He lapped up every bit of her warm breath, not wanting to miss a single trace.
He delved into her slightly parted mouth, rubbing against the hot, wet interior, and a sticky moan mingled within.
He wanted to delve deeper, to completely intertwine with her.
So he sought out her retreating red tongue, pulled it out, entangled it with his own, and relentlessly teased her sensitive spots.
Their spines tensed, their bodies pulled taut.
Even as they gasped for breath, as if suffocating, they couldn't stop.
How much that red tongue had captivated his gaze all this time.
In the Baek Clan, she always kept her collar perfectly upright, maintaining an impeccably composed appearance.
Perhaps to avoid provoking the Baek Clan members, she always insisted on calm, light-colored clothing.
Thus, against her subdued attire, her red tongue and lips stood out even more.
Whenever he became aware of her feverish tongue amidst her cold expression, whenever he realized he was staring at her moving red lips…
He couldn't continue the conversation, and with a flushed face, he had to hurriedly excuse himself.
It felt improper. Regardless of his self-disgust and shame…
Every time he saw that alluringly sweet inner flesh, he wanted to take her somewhere.
He wanted to kiss her peach-like lips for a long time, without letting go, until she begged him to stop.
And so, at this moment, as his long-held desire was being fulfilled, he caressed her smooth skin and sucked on her hot lips for a long time, unable to let go.
Even when she moaned and writhed, breathless, he followed the curve of her nose, licking her wet lips and caressing her delicate jawline.
His lips trailed down her pitiful neck, melting into the marks he had made.
As the pulse he felt through her thin, transparent skin quickened, his mind grew hazy.
His greedy lips glided over her body, leaving hardly a spot untouched.
“Mmmph…, w-wait…”
Sehwa's vision went white.
Every time his head moved, she felt dizzy.
“Hhmm…, ha…”
The sensations that made it impossible for her to think were almost frightening.
Wherever his hands touched, wherever his breath flowed, her body stiffened, her entire being becoming sensitive, as if her spine was being stimulated.
Finally, as if he couldn't bear it any longer, he half-raised himself and pulled off his clothes.
His well-defined muscles and large torso, incomparable to hers, were revealed for the first time in the darkness.
His scent enveloped her, making it hard to breathe.
Emotions she had never seen before flashed in his eyes as he gazed at her.
Those deep, intense, viscous emotions, so different from the gentle affection he had shown before, made her throat dry.
So she couldn't help but call out to him.
“Hurry… come…”
“!”
“Quickly. I want you too.”
His eyes darkened instantly.
His hard body approached, parting her white legs, and embraced her tightly.
“Sehwa. Ju Sehwa.”
As if he couldn’t stand how much he loved her, her name, laced with unwavering affection, seemed to wash over her.
She couldn't believe that name was hers.
Powerful emotions surged within her as well.
She wanted to possess this man quickly.
So that no one could take him away from her.
A possessiveness so strong it made her head spin enveloped her body.
It was at that moment.
“!”
A sudden white wind swirled around her, encasing her body.
“Sehwa!”
Thump!
The fierce spiritual power flared, forcibly pushing his body away.
Clang! Cling!
Every time the rampant spiritual power collided with the barrier within the small tent, an ear-splitting noise resonated, like a ringing bell.
He had reinforced the barrier even further, worried that someone outside might notice what was happening, and was about to pour his own spiritual power into calming Sehwa’s when…
The ferocious wind began to subside quickly and then vanished as suddenly as it had appeared. The spiritual power that had been stimulating the barrier disappeared as well.
And looking at the space where the commotion had just occurred, Baek Giha blinked involuntarily.
“......”
A small white tiger cub, looking bewildered, was looking up at him.
The white tiger opened its mouth as if to explain something.
“......”
“Hew… kew.”
“......”
“Kyung… kang.”
She was desperate, but the words that came out were a jumbled mess.
Why was this happening? As if she was running away because she didn't want to be intimate with him.
It wasn’t like that at all. This situation wasn’t what she intended.
With a mournful expression, she continued to open her mouth, trying to explain the situation to him.
“Heung… kyung… mew mew.”
“......”
“Mew mew.”
Incense was burning in the room.
Even though all the windows were wide open, the smoke from the incense drifted around the room like a living snake.
The scent was so thick that it numbed the nose and clouded the mind of anyone who stayed there.
The maids standing around the walls showed no unnecessary movements. Deep fear filled their eyes.
The owner of the room observed the scene, leaning languidly against the bed.
Her bright red lips parted, and a cold voice flowed out impassively.
“So. You want me to ask him on your behalf?”
“I will do anything for you from now on, Madam. Please, I beg you.”
As Seowol desperately bowed her head, the woman’s narrow eyes scanned her.
One side of Seowol's face, burned by the signal flare, contorted hideously with every expression, pulling at the surrounding skin.
Her shoulder, which had been struck by a spiritual power-infused arrow from the Baek Clan Chancellor, was also difficult to move.
“Please, I beg you, Madam.”
How could she live like this? It would be difficult to carry out her missions in the future.
If she couldn't fulfill the Mystic Ruler’s orders, she wouldn't be able to extend her life by switching bodies anymore.
‘Anything but that!’
Seowol’s face paled as she imagined such a future.
If she continued like this, if she somehow managed to survive and steadily absorb spiritual power, she might even become a Divine Beast herself.
‘I can’t lose that opportunity and live out the rest of my time miserably like this!’
The woman Seowol had come to see was the Seventh Madam, one of the Mystic Ruler’s eight consorts.
The other consorts were only interested in switching bodies and would never help Seowol. That much was clear.
So, clutching at straws, she had come to the Seventh Madam, who wasn't particularly enthusiastic about body switching.
Unlike the other consorts, who would immediately switch bodies if their complexions darkened even slightly, the Seventh Madam had an appearance that seemed to have weathered a considerable amount of time.
Perhaps because of this, she exuded a much more alluring and sensual aura than the other consorts with their youthful bodies.
If only she would give me that body. I wouldn't even mind a used body.
As long as it wasn’t this ruined face and body, she wouldn't care what kind of body it was.
However, even as Seowol desperately pleaded, the woman’s indifferent gaze drifted towards the window.
The wide-open window revealed a clear blue sky.
Gazing at the azure scenery outside, the consort asked her maid, “When was the last time it rained?”
“Rain, Madam? The last time was a light drizzle before the change of seasons.”
“I see.”
“Why do you ask? If you wish to see the rain, shall I have water poured on the roof?”
“No. It’s fine.”
Seowol interjected, “Madam, please, just help me this once. I beg you.”
“Leave.”
“Madam!”
“Your way of begging is wrong. Even if you say you'll do anything for me, what can you do in your current state?”
The woman’s cold gaze swept over Seowol, who was kneeling like a slave with her head bowed.
“You should have brought something and begged. Instead of saying you’ll do anything, you should have asked if there’s anything I need, and said you’d bring it immediately.”
Her tone was affectionate, as if she were teaching a child from the very beginning.
But perhaps because it contained no warmth at all…
Just listening to her voice gave Seowol goosebumps, as if something cold was crawling on her skin.
Seowol swallowed nervously.
“I will bring you anything. Just tell me.”
“...”
“Madam. Please.”
Hmm…
“That child.”
“Huh?”
“Didn’t they say that He is looking for the child to whom the Mystic Ruler gave the Red Dragon’s Spirit Orb?”
“That child? Ah, yes. However, I have retrieved that treasure this time.”
“Yes. I see. Then bring those maids.”
“Huh? Which maids…?”
“Do I have to tell you such details?”
Clicking her tongue softly, the consort spoke reluctantly.
“You know, those maids who wouldn’t leave you even after their shoulders were pierced by swords so many times.”
Examining her manicured nails, the woman whispered softly, as if to herself, “Bring those children here. Then you can have your revenge, and receive a reward from me. And since He is looking for that child, she might come here on her own to get her maids back. Wouldn’t that be killing three birds with one stone?”
The woman’s tone was so cold that Seowol couldn’t tell if she would keep her promise.
But Seowol gained a sliver of hope.
Realistically, there was no chance for her to switch bodies without this woman’s help.
“I’ll be back soon.”
As Seowol stood up, sunlight from the open window fell on her face.
Even the maids averted their gazes, seemingly uncomfortable with her shriveled, disfigured face.
Humiliated by their expressions, Seowol bit her tongue, suppressing her rage.
Without hesitation, she left the room to achieve her goal.
Thud.
As the door closed, the woman’s languid gaze drifted back to the open window.
‘I need to give him what he wants quickly.’
But contrary to her relaxed expression, her hands trembled slightly.
‘So that this calamity ends as soon as possible.’
No one noticed the fear hidden deep within her gaze as she stared at the clear blue sky.
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