Chaotic Nights — Chapter 119. Unwanted Guest

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 3/5

Eunha had followed Kim, but had not returned. Yongi, who peeked out from the kitchen, accidentally let the potato slip from her grasp.

Jihak, who finally emerged from his room, hugged Eunha.

Eunha was stroking his back like a child. Jihak had his forehead resting on her shoulder. It seemed a natural behavior. Unlike the nobles she was familiar with, he didn’t care if his shoulders got soaked in the rain.

But strangely Yongi’s heart ached.

“Jihak has a deep affection for Eunha.”

Gari had also peeked in while peeling the second potato.

Yongi silently nodded.

Finding a man who truly cherished a woman was rare. Love faded away like morning dew, and women had to learn to live independently.

Yongi sighed. Had she understood it sooner, she wouldn’t have acted so recklessly.

This man was not a good person. She remembered a moment she had tried to forget. The expressions on the faces of those who had killed her father.

When she discovered their identities later, she was so shocked she got goosebumps. Her hands started to perspire.

Jihak, who had buried his face in Eunha’s shoulder, focused his gaze on her.

Yongi trembled like an animal caught in a trap.

He had not changed.

His cold eyes could cut through raindrops. The message in his eyes was unmistakable. You are an unwanted guest.

However, when Eunha glanced at her, Yongi smiled.

Eunha walked with Jihak towards his quarters.

“Warriors! I’ve baked some potatoes, would you like some?”

Yongi, who sat back down near the oven, turned her head toward Gari. Yuljae, soaked from the rain, strolled near the eaves with a serene look on his face. The men in black military uniforms following him accepted the potatoes Gari held out to them.

The smell of rain mixed with the blood. Yongi silently gazed at Yuljae.

They were all hungry, because they took the hot potatoes without hesitation. But Yuljae didn’t even touch the potatoes, he just looked at them.

He looked indifferently at Yongi, then walked away.

The smell of blood faded.

Yongi, who had been lost in thought, stood up.

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“Jihak! Wait!”

A large hand recklessly reach#d into her chima jeogori. Eunha, who was shocked, could barely close the paper door. Jihak kissed her.

Her body fluttered like a piece of paper caught in the wind. His tongue, fiercely thrust b#tween her lips, brushed her teeth. It seemed that his tongue wanted to explore her whole mouth. He sat her on a nearby cabinet.

The rattling caused Eunha to bite his tongue, and only then did their lips part.

“How many books are left?”

He took off some of her clothing. Her p#nk n#ppl#s stood out beyond her transparent red sokgot. He bit her n#ppl#s. She pushed her trembling legs together.

“Seven books left.”

She was surprised because she felt her lower body get w#t.

“You must drink that tea…”

“I hate it.”

“I’ll prove it. You won’t come to any harm.”

He slowly rested his knees on the floor. Eunha was startled.

“Jihak!”

“I won’t allow it.”

He spr#ad her l#gs with both hands, then r#bbed his nose against her v#g#na.

The rain dimmed the room, while the brazier’s red glow cast a warm hue on her cheeks. He st#m#lated her v#g#na. She held her breath as she watched the l#wd #ct.

“Do you know how many people have died to save me?”