The Divine Thief stole Yeosocheon's sword along with the cherished weapons of her companions before vanishing.
"No wonder he's branded a martial world public enemy. He didn't just swipe our weapons—treasures from every sect and clan, then poof, gone. Why do you think I said the Central Plains would flip if word got out that vault's been found?"
"…Sounds about right."
"But you consulting before stirring up trouble? That's honestly comndable. If you'd acted recklessly, it'd be a playground for half-dead corpses… This way, we can flip it to our advantage."
"Wasn't it just about getting your sword back?"
"Shut it!"
She'd been playing up the drama, but seeing her snap back to her usual self drew a quiet chuckle.
"D-Do you know how precious that sword is?! I can only wield my full strength with it! I've been struggling with this unfamiliar junk—"
"…Are you crying?"
"N-No, I'm not! I'm not upset at all!"
Tiny tears glistened at the corners of Yeosocheon's eyes, betraying her true feelings.
Getting this worked up over a little teasing—
She must've really loved that sword.
No way to tell ti in an underground ruin like this.
Earth or so fantasy realm might have portable clocks, but the Central Plains? Nothing so convenient.
Outside, folks gauged ti by the sun's position—down here, with no light, it all ca down to gut instinct.
Eat when hungry.
And sleep?
—Nod… nod…
"…Sleepy now?"
"Huh?!"
"I told you to say if you're tired. I can go days without sleep—I'm syncing to your rhythm."
"Y-Yeah…"
Heavy eyelids dragged as he rubbed them with a hand.
He'd tried pushing through for pride's sake, but it was no use.
"Hungry? Need sothing before bed?"
"Eating before sleep makes you fat…"
"You've got no reason to worry about that… Anyway, just sleep—you're babbling nonsense, so you're clearly beat."
"Zzz…"
"Don't sleep standing—lie down! Get the sleeping bag!"
"!"
Her voice jolted him awake just enough to fumble through his pack—
"…No sleeping bag."
"You didn't bring it?"
"I think I did… but maybe left it in the carriage…"
"…You're really out of it. Fine—use mine. Our builds are close enough, it won't be cramped. I brought a big one anyway."
"Thanks…"
Taking the sleeping bag she handed over, he unrolled it—her sitting quietly on the floor caught his eye.
"What? Why're you staring?"
"Not sleeping…?"
"No bag for . Not keen on sprawling on the ground either. I'll just stay up—so energy cycling, and ti flies. No need to worry about getting bored."
"Oh…"
Nodding at her words, he slid into the unrolled bag.
She wasn't kidding about the size—plenty of room left even after he settled in.
"Heh…"
Curling up like a caterpillar in the plush fabric felt cozy—mood lifted instantly.
Sleep seed seconds away—
But right as he drifted off, his eyes locked with Yeosocheon's beside him.
"Mm…"
Frowning briefly in thought, he mumbled—
"Wanna share…?"
"What?!"
Her face flushed red as she jolted in shock.
"W-W-W-What're you saying?! Are you insane?! Do you even realize what you just said?!"
"What…?"
"S-Sharing a bed… th-that's co-sleeping! Finally showing your true colors, you lecher! Sword Sovereign and Dang Ayeong weren't enough—now you're after ?!"
"Uh…"
"Th-That's not sothing to take lightly! Sure, we've had our monts, but I serve Them…! Don't think I'll fall for you that easily! No matter how good-looking you are or how that nice scent you give off makes wanna keep sniffing, I'm not swayed by that!"
"…Uh-huh."
Too sleepy to catch most of it, but it sohow pissed him off.
Like he'd overheard sothing he shouldn't have.
"A-Anyway, I'll pretend I didn't hear that! A man and woman alone in a place like this—sure, those thoughts might creep in—but saying it so blatantly? You're a real lecher!"
No idea what she ant, but she was clearly misunderstanding sothing.
Too drained to argue, he corrected her in a drowsy slur—
"Not like that… just ant sleep together…"
"…Huh?"
"It's big enough anyway… with our sizes, it'd fit us both… that's all…"
Her face turned beet red in an instant—
Always a treat to watch her expressions flip like that.
One trembling hand covered her mouth, the other flailed aimlessly—
She'd stay like that forever at this rate, so he took the lead—
"Here—hop in. It's comfy."
Sticking his arms out, he opened them toward her.
"Th-That's…"
"I get cold sleeping alone at night…"
"R-Really?"
They'd already deep-kissed—what's sharing a sleeping bag compared to that?
"Hmph. If you're lonely and cold, guess I've got no choice—I'll help out. Such a kid."
Who was the one freezing up over her own misunderstanding? But too tired to retort—he just wanted sleep.
Yeosocheon scooted over, slipping into the bag.
"See? Not tight at all."
"Y-Yeah…"
As expected, their small fras left plenty of space—no claustrophobia here.
"S-So, now what do we—"
Her joining him was his limit—
"Night…"
"Huh?"
"Zzz…"
"W-Wait, you're really sleeping? Huh?"
Her flustered voice faded as he sank into deep slumber—
Having soone beside him definitely felt warr, cozier.
"Hey… you're really out…?"
—Rustle… rustle…
"Seriously… just sleeping…?"
Yeosocheon gaped at him, so close she could hear his breathing—
No way he'd actually crash like that.
Swear to the heavens, she hadn't expected anything—but him conking out so casually left her with a weird pang—
'Am I that unappealing…?'
Not like she was vain about her looks—though she had so pride—but her youthful appearance… maybe it dulled her feminine charm?
Barely any public outings—couldn't even say she'd had ten real conversations a year.
And those few chats? Mostly old Kunlun hermits—what did that say?
'…Is his type soone like the Sword Sovereign?'
Now that she thought about it—his vibe with her felt more like a buddy than a woman.
She'd offered to take responsibility—he'd brushed it off—
'…My chest isn't small, though.'
Mood sank for no good reason.
Even if he didn't see her as a woman, there's a limit—inviting her to sleep this close?
She'd been sure it was a move—
'Ugh…'
Tricked.
She knew he was like this, but hearts don't bend so easily—
Knowing he tossed out heart-stirring lines without a thought didn't stop her chest from racing when they hit.
Feminine instincts, maybe—
She knew, yet her face heated up, pulse quickened—
And he just kept teasing, oblivious—
'Wait—!'
Snapping alert, she shook her head—
What heart?
Just a little fluttering—no big feelings here—
"Tch."
—Hug
Peeved, she yanked his sleeping head into her chest.
His breath ward her through the fabric—
Normally, you don't ss with sleepers—they might wake—
"Tch, tch."
But she knew once he was out, he stayed out—
So she shifted angles, rubbing his face against her—
"Always mocking my height? Still think I'm small now?"
Whispering into his sleeping ear—
He wouldn't wake no matter what she did—
Might as well toy with him—revenge ti—
Her height might not stand out, but it was enough to bury his face—
Not a match for that monster woman, sure—
"You're used to sleeping buried anyway, pervert."
Fiddling with his ear, pinching his soft cheeks—she played with his dozing face.
When he squird in sleep-talk, she tightened her arms and locked his legs with hers—
He groaned, frowning, trapped—
"Heh—don't like it? What're you gonna do—can't even wake up."
Hours 'til morning—plenty of ti for him to be her toy—
—Lick
"Huh?"
He licked her chest through the cloth—
The thin fabric let his soft tongue's touch hit almost raw—
—Lick… lick…
"W-Wait—what're you—"
Like a babe seeking milk, his tongue traced her breast, heading for the tip—
—Suck
"Eek?!"
It found her nipple fast—
Not intense through the cloth, but the gentle lick on a sensitive spot sharpened her senses—
"S-Stop… any more's dangerous—"
—Lick… lick…
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