Slave~
Yes Madam.
Todays al seems especially delicious~
Baekdo, seated at the dining table, giggled and playfully bit the end of her chopsticks.
It was as if teasing constituted the pinnacle of her lifes joy. Her face, alight with excitent, seed to convey that this would be their very expression if every peach in the world ripened into sweetness.
Damn it.
I bit back curses internally while observing Baekdo.
She remained oblivious to her grieving apprentice, only indulging in her selfish whims.
The realization that I couldnt retaliate because she was privy to my predicant only deepened my sorrow.
Baekdo extended her chopsticks and popped a pancake into her mouth.
Mmm~
The nasal hum that followed was infuriatingly smug.
From army stew and rolled eggs to kimchi pancakes and abalone soy sauce braised dishes
Baekdo reveled over the feast arrayed before her, a feast untouched by any hands but mine.
But this pancake seems a bit underdone with the kimchi?
That kimchi was selected by Madam from Jirisan.
Oh my. You should have been more discerning!
Oh my, my ass,
I seethed with suppressed fury.
I held my anger in check wordlessly.
How did I find myself in such a miserable plight?
The reason I was kneeling, reduced to a servant as if plucked from a drama, all stemd from a wager I placed with Baekdo.
-Shall we make a bet? Whether I can secure first place or not.
-Do you think Id take a bet after witnessing your humiliation? Did you truly believe I would?
That habitual bet from days past.
Baekdo, whom I had underestimated as dim-witted, proved to possess a mory akin to Einsteins for such matters.
Thus, I found myself indefinitely consigned to servitude under this tyrannical woman.
But, Madam, when does this juvenile charade conclude?
I had intended for it to end today.
Oh Really?
Yes, but that was before your comnt. Now youre enslaved for three more days.
Damn.
I had been naive to hope she might acknowledge my efforts, even slightly.
Well, a bet is a bet, though I dont like it.
As I stood there nonchalantly, Baekdo paused her al and glanced at .
Then she put down her chopsticks and spoke softly.
I cant digest this. To begin with, youre an idiot, arent you?
Excuse ?
It was a bet unfavorable to . You knew that and still accepted it without any bravado. But you lost hehe, sorry. The loser is you. You chose your own defeat. Accept it with guts and grit.
Today, her choice of words seed deliberately infuriating.
However, she was right.
It made even angrier that I couldnt argue back.
Anyway, bring so alcohol. I feel like having a drink before sleeping.
Baekdo, as if my win or loss mattered not at all to her, changed the subject.
She casually stretched out her hand and clapped twice.
-Clap, clap.
The lines of her body were elegant, making the gesture look quite stylish.
Sigh, what can I do I have to play along.
What alcohol? Oak-aged?
Bring the TokTok.
I took out a can of beer from the freezer, where it had been for 15 minutes, and brought it to Baekdo.
A drink that anyone familiar with alcohol wouldnt consider a drink, not containing even a tiny bit of alcohol.
Baekdo satisfyingly took the can and attempted to open it.
Then, oops.
Baekdo, who had stopped her hand from reaching for the lid, stared intently at the cans opening.
Wondering what was up, I watched as she handed the can back to .
Open it for .
Cant a noble open a can herself?
What if my beautiful hands get hurt?
Beautiful hands, my ass Youre more likely to stain them with blood than water.
Baekdos eyes widened at my sarcasm.
Co here.
As I approached,
Baekdo, teasingly flicking her hand, suddenly clenched it into a fist and thrust it right into my solar plexus.
Ugh!
Tears welled up, and my vision spun.
As I knelt on the floor, Baekdo, with her chin propped up, giggled and stretched her foot toward my shoulder. Her bare white foot pressed down hard on the tip of my shoulder.
Why are you doing this while eating?
Dont hit , please. Im not fully healed yet.
Its your pain, not mine. Anyway, well be resting from training for a while with the MT and all. Just behave yourself.
Baekdo poked my cheek hard with her finger, chuckling.
This person, really.
I snapped.
I turned my head and bit her finger hard.
Eek, what are you doing!
Thump! Baekdos palm struck my cheek and pushed away. In retaliation, I grabbed her arms, pinned them down, and toppled her over, revealing her stomach as her shirt lifted.
It wouldnt hurt her anyway.
I bit her finger as hard as I could.
Baekdos left hand grabbed my hair.
Let go.
Let go first!
Eeek. If you dont let go in three seconds, Ill crush your limbs!
-Crash!
A chair fell over. Chopsticks dropped from the table and struck the back of my head.
After a few minutes of fighting like cats and dogs, I choked and collapsed, coughing. Baekdo, with a bite mark on her index finger, rubbed it on her clothes and tapped my knee with her foot.
Cough, cough.
What is this all about! You lost the bet.
Just take it easy, would you? What is this?
I grabbed Baekdos wrist and brought her hand to her face.
A few strands of my hair were clutched in her hand.
She had grabbed so hard that it had co to this.
Looking at Baekdo, she appeared offended, glaring at with a fierce look.
Youre the one who lost the bet.
Her tone changed. Perhaps I had shown too much dislike.
Her pouting lips reflected her mood. Such an easy-to-read expression.
Alright. What do you want to do?
Do you want ice cream? Green tea flavor.
As I started to appease her, Baekdos ears twitched at the ntion of ice cream.
Never mind, just pour the drink.
Yes.
Buy ice cream tomorrow.
Peace had finally been restored.
Sitting on chairs had originally been forbidden, but that no longer seed to matter. I sat down and took two bottles of soju and one bottle of beer from the fridge.
Are you going to drink all this?
I dont want to drink your stuff.
As you wish.
-Clink. Clunk.
I placed the tilted bottle of soju on the table.
But why are you drinking as well?
I feel like drinking today.
Should a slave even do that?
Slaves drink more, just like office workers.
I cant understand what youre saying.
I filled Baekdos glass to the brim with TokTok.
Baekdo stared at her glass, then pursed her lips and brought the glass to her mouth.
-Gulp, gulp.
Her throat moved a few tis before she parted her lips.
Puh, the slaves job isnt over yet.
Of course.
Give my hand a massage.
Baekdo extended her hand toward .
Refusing again might have led to an unpleasant ending.
I took her hand and began massaging it.
The texture of the white skin was evident along the fingerprints. A unique scent emanated from the fine hairs.
It was cold and soft, yet seed a bit firr than Hwangdos hand.
I wondered if it was true that this hand beca as hard as a rock when she exerted strength.
As I pressed firmly, my gaze was drawn to a particular spot.
There was a long scar on the edge of the hand I had thought to be delicate.
A scar I hadnt seen on either Hwangdo or Cheondo.
No wonder theres an overreaction.
The spot where I had been hit squarely earlier throbbed as if pricked by a needle.
What caused this?
A slave talks too much.
Tell , Madam.
Baekdo raised her eyebrows.
Its nothing. Just a scar from training when I was young.
Is that so? I havent heard much about the masters pasts.
You dont need to know.
Really, not going to tell ? Even to ?
Baekdo pressed her lips together and continued drinking.
Ask Cheondo about it later.
Ah, so frustrating.
Press. Press.
The conversation ended right after that.
I carried on with the massage.
Baekdo, holding a glass of alcohol, fanned her flushed face, which resembled a peach, perhaps from the alcohol or the massage.
Stop it. Its not even refreshing. I shouldnt have asked.
She withdrew her hand, noticing a slight sweat.
She looked at her other hand, which held the empty glass.
Did that make you drunk?
Whos drunk? Thats always your problem. Always cursing, always nagging. And Im not drunk. Its impossible for to get drunk.
It was a classic drunk persons trait, denying their inebriation multiple tis.
She was talking a lot; it seed she really was drunk.
But we both curse at each other.
Were definitely not a good match.
I agreed silently.
I nodded.
Just looking at you makes want to tornt you. Your unhappiness is my happiness.
I feel the sa, but you have a terrible personality.
Thats not for you to say. Damned third-class apprentice.
There was another downgrade in my title.
Baekdo sotis reverted to old titles when she was displeased.
A woman marrying a third-class apprentice would surely suffer.
Not at all. I treat my won so well. Havent you seen?
A third-class apprentice is a typical womanizer.
I took a sip of alcohol and retorted imdiately.
I dont cheat.
Place your hand on your heart and think. Thats what womanizers always say.
Have you ever been with a womanizer?
Baekdo narrowed her eyes and sighed bitterly.
It was the sigh of soone who seed to know everything.
Im only saying this because Cheondo is asleep. Youve been with that teacher and Hwangdo, too.
Lee Seyeong and Hwangdo.
I thought she didnt know. Was it like sisters knowing each others sex lives but not talking about it?
I had been hit hard.
Baekdo tapped her glass.
Beer.
I filled her glass with beer, and she began to drink.
-Gulp, gulp.
Ha you thought I wouldnt know? You think you know everything.
Then she began mumbling to herself.
Listening closely, it appeared as if she was having a conversation with Hwangdo in her mind.
No, Hwangdo. If you make it that obvious, how could I not know? Maybe Cheondo, who knows nothing about n.
Baekdo, with a tone of weariness, propped her chin and glared at with her eyes.
After ending the conversation, Baekdo smiled slightly. It was the smile of a victor.
Anything else to say?
I dont have a partner right now, so no problem.
Ha ha, crazy guy Thats even more of a problem.
Lately, there hadnt been much of a relationship to speak of with Hwangdo.
Of course, I was still in a precarious situation since the exams had ended.
Resisting temptation while living with three won and a lust demon wasnt easy.
So, how did that happen?
Well, I was attacked in my sleep.
What? Making up stories again. Hwangdo wouldnt do such a thing. Do you even think you have that kind of charm?
I agreed, nodding in response. I conveyed the truth.
I think so too. But its true.
Ha, thats laughable. A guy whose night activities are diocre at best being so confident.
What?
I hadnt expected that topic to co up.
In daily life, there are two things you should never touch on with a man.
Those were their sexual prowess and gaming skills.
Even in bathhouses or restrooms, n secretly compared these things.
Can you last 3 seconds?
So, when Baekdo teased with her usual tone, I couldnt help but laugh defensively.
The confidence of soone with no experience is truly amazing.
A womans value increases with lack of experience.
Thats only true when youre young. Lets see if you can say the sa when youre thirty.
Her voice was slightly raised due to alcohol.
Do you even know? Whats the average duration for intimacy?
Ha! A man should easily last two hours.
You really know nothing. Two hours and you wouldnt last, would you?
Baekdos eyes turned icy like a winter storm.
Ridiculous. Do you know who I am? A woman who can split the heavens and earth.
Ive experienced it. Relationship skills and combat ability dont correlate.
Not for .
Yes, they do.
The voices intensified.
Its not. Stop being childish.
General.
Whos being childish?
Dumb soldier.
You couldnt last.
Want to try?
What?
Both sides were equally skilled.
Go ahead, try!
A field commanding general, no, was I really going along with this?
After the heated exchange, I realized the situation was heading in the wrong direction.
The table was laid with cold dishes, and we faced each other.
Baekdos face seed to reflect similar thoughts, but we were unwilling to back down.
It was obvious.
Saying Lets stop. now would lead to Scared, huh? Okay, lets stop. from the other.
It was stubbornness, but Baekdo and I lived our lives with that kind of persistence.
So, retreat was not an option here.
If you want to give up, say it now.
Maybe because the conversation had heated up, I felt a bit of the alcohol.
Give up? For what.
Baekdo, with a flushed face, stood up.
Her dolphin shorts and the black tee accentuated her chest, which heaved once.
She tried to maintain a smile on her face.
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