SYM 21
by Emerlyn“Your body’s balance is completely disrupted, so be careful from now on.”
“Y-yes. Th-thank you.”
Eun-hyeon’s voice trembled faintly. Thinking about what had just happened made him feel dizzy. Something he had never imagined in his life had happened to him.
Treatment. Yes, this is treatment.
It’s absolutely not something mixed with any impure intentions. In an urgent situation, Ha Yeo-un briefly became his treatment tool, that’s all.
Eun-hyeon kept muttering to himself internally, trying to clear his mind.
When Eun-hyeon came to his senses, his loosened pants were neatly tied again. However, there was nothing he could do about the dampness of his pants. It seemed the energy barrier was still in place as he didn’t feel cold, but this situation was ridiculous.
“Young master, you should go inside and rest now. Or are you comfortable enough with this kind of situation?”
“…P-pardon?”
What kind of situation is he talking about?
Eun-hyeon looked at Ha Yeo-un in bewilderment, and Ha Yeo-un smiled slyly. Only then did Eun-hyeon realize Ha Yeo-un was teasing him, and he bit his lower lip.
“If you need this kind of help again in the future, call me.”
…Does he mean he’ll kill me if I make him tend to me like this again?
Seeing him smile with his eyes narrowed into crescents, Eun-hyeon couldn’t distinguish what was a joke and what was serious.
“I will be careful not to let this happen again.”
Eun-hyeon swallowed a sigh and grasped the hem of his clothes. He just wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. He needed time alone to lie down and kick his blankets in frustration.
“I think it would be best for me to go in and rest now. I’ll take my leave first.”
Ha Yeo-un grabbed Eun-hyeon’s arm. He seemed to remember his wrist had been injured and avoided grabbing that area.
“Your steps are still unsteady, and your clothes are wet, so I’ll keep the energy barrier on you until we get inside. It’s warmer with two than alone.”
“…Thank you.”
Eun-hyeon bit his lip tightly.
He wanted to insist he was fine, but Ha Yeo-un’s words were true.
His weakened legs were still trembling, and trying to walk quickly back to his room with such legs would only result in catching a cold.
Ha Yeo-un reached out and pulled Eun-hyeon into his embrace.
“…What are you doing…?”
“What? I’ve decided to sacrifice myself a bit more while helping you, so no need for thanks.”
“…This kind of help isn’t necessary.”
“Then let’s say I’m cold. I used too much energy just now, and my blood isn’t circulating well.”
He thought he wouldn’t be more dumbfounded even if he heard that the leader of the Demon Cult had taken on the additional role of the righteous martial arts alliance leader.
Eun-hyeon felt like he had only been sighing more since meeting this disciple.
As Ha Yeo-un pulled Eun-hyeon closer, there was no way for him to escape.
Eun-hyeon gave up resisting and leaned on Ha Yeo-un. The man who had claimed to lack energy didn’t waver at all while supporting Eun-hyeon’s weight.
Raising his head while in Ha Yeo-un’s arms, he saw the pure white snow-covered landscape before his eyes. Even the green trees in the garden were uniformly covered with a thick layer of white snow.
The snow-covered garden was quite beautiful.
When was the last time he had enjoyed such peace of mind without any thoughts?
At that moment, Ha Yeo-un spread his outer coat to cover both Eun-hyeon and himself.
“I’m right, aren’t I? It’s warmer with two than alone.”
At that instant, Ha Yeo-un’s scent strongly penetrated his nostrils. Eun-hyeon’s face turned bright red.
Crunch, crunch.
Every time Eun-hyeon walked through the garden in Ha Yeo-un’s arms, the sound of stepping on snow could be heard.
“Are you cold?”
“…I’m fine.”
“How’s your physical condition?”
“…My physical condition is fine too.”
Beads of sweat formed on the tip of Eun-hyeon’s nose. Whether it was because Ha Yeo-un’s coat was special, or because they were pressed so close together, it was far from cold – rather, it was almost too warm.
Moreover, his physical condition was actually very good. His head felt clear as if the headache from earlier had been a lie. Not only that, but his body felt light too.
It seemed like he was in even better condition now than when he had practiced qi circulation last time.
“Young master… No, go inside.”
It didn’t feel like they had walked far, but they were already in front of his room.
Ha Yeo-un must have removed the energy barrier, because a cold wind suddenly wrapped around his body, making Eun-hyeon shiver.
Seeing this, Ha Yeo-un took off his own coat and draped it over Eun-hyeon.
“Ah, I’m already in my room, so I don’t need the coat…”
“I don’t need it either.”
Ha Yeo-un abruptly turned around and kicked off the ground. It looked like he had just lightly pushed off, but his figure soared high into the air and soon disappeared.
Eun-hyeon stood for a moment, looking at the moon and stroking Ha Yeo-un’s coat that was placed on him. If not for this coat, he might have thought he had been dreaming.
Although Ha Yeo-un had disappeared, his scent lingered around Eun-hyeon. For some reason, he felt thirsty. Eun-hyeon touched his face, which was still flushed red.
“Ah, but if it was because of the cold, couldn’t he have just warmed me up with his inner energy? Why did he have to…”
Eun-hyeon belatedly realized that using inner energy would have sufficed and sighed. He must have looked quite foolish.
Later, after returning to his room, Eun-hyeon let out a small cry while changing his clothes.
He had just now realized how damp his pants were.
“Ah, this… What should I tell Soso?”
Good heavens. What on earth could he say to Soso when handing over these pants?
Should he say he spilled tea?
Eun-hyeon fumbled with the wet pants, at a loss, before finally pouring tea over them. He couldn’t think of any other solution.
“…Soso, I’m sorry. I’ll forgive you if you act rudely, so please just pretend you don’t know about this, just this once.”
A sigh escaped him.
Even if he had really been the twenty-year-old Namgung Eun-hyeon, it would have been unbearably shameful, but for a middle-aged man with memories of living as a Kunlun Daoist, it was too much to handle.
“How am I supposed to face Yeo-un tomorrow?”
He sighed at the thought of having to go out to entertain guests tomorrow and face Ha Yeo-un again. Would it have been better if he hadn’t known that Yeo-un was the White-Robed Azure Dragon?
Even though it was a therapeutic act, the thought of what he had done at the hands of his disciple made him feel dizzy.
“Enough. I need to wake up early tomorrow, so let’s stop thinking about this.”
Eun-hyeon lay on the bed, tightly closing his eyes and muttering to himself, before kicking the blanket with his feet.
He kept kicking the blanket until dust rose and made him cough, then shed a few tears before falling asleep.
* * *
“Eun-hyeon.”
“Mmmm…”
A languid moan escaped Eun-hyeon’s lips.
Eun-hyeon rubbed his hot body, breathing heavily. It felt as if lava was flowing inside his body. The only thing that could relieve this heat was the person in front of him.
“A little more, please… just a bit more…!”
Hands much larger than his own caressed and kneaded various parts of his body. Whenever they brushed against a particularly sensitive area, a high-pitched sound escaped his lips, like a sharp note from an instrument.
He was surprised that such sounds were coming from his own mouth.
His body was like an instrument, and each time those large hands pressed, a different note escaped. From low, soft tones to high-pitched ones, he produced a variety of songs. Even though his body trembled at the unfamiliar sensations, he didn’t stop singing.
No, he couldn’t stop.
The control over this situation wasn’t his.
It was entirely in Ha Yeo-un’s hands.
“Eun-hyeon, you’re being good.”
What did he mean by “good”? What was he asking of him?
Eun-hyeon felt like he could do anything if it was what Yeo-un—no, Un—wanted.
Before his eyes, he saw Un.
It wasn’t the usually composed face of the White Robed-Dragon, Ha Yeo-un.
Pale skin like snow, a sharp nose, and crimson lips.
There was something about that face, a certain arrogance. That was Un.
Un!
The moment Eun-hyeon recognized that it was Un, his body burned even hotter.
Un! Un!
I want more…!
The places where their bodies touched were on fire.
In a reversal of their childhood roles, Eun-hyeon now acted spoiled, just like Un had done with him back then. He called Un’s name with a soft, lisping voice, his hips wriggling.
He thought he heard Un’s low chuckle.
“Master, does it feel good?”
Un’s deep voice sent shivers down his spine.
Eun-hyeon nodded frantically, completely lost.
“…Yes! Un, it feels good…!”