After watching the ending of the movie, we decided to find a nearby motel and rest for the night.
Inside the cramped motel room. Neither I nor Cheondo were picky about sleeping arrangents, so we got a room as small as possible. It was small but cozy. Lying on the large double bed and closing my eyes, sleepiness gradually overtook .
“Are you sleepy?”
“Yes.”
“Then we should have looked for a place to stay instead of playing around. I don’t understand why we didn’t.”
Cheondo, pouring out emotionless criticism, had a character headband with a star shape, bought at the cinema, proudly perched on her head.
On her beautiful wrist was a cat sticker, and character rchandise was packed in the plastic bag she was holding.
Of course, I insisted on buying them, but maybe Cheondo wanted them too. Despite her cold face, she’s honest about her fan interests.
“Having enjoyed everything.”
“Who enjoyed it? It must have been you.”
Cheondo, snorting, sat at the foot of my bed and took off her cloak, hanging it on the nightstand. As she lay back, her head rested on my stomach.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m drained. Having road around already tired, it’s no surprise. I’m so exhausted, I can barely move my hands.”
“Aren’t you going to bathe?”
“I should. But for now, I want to stay like this.”
Saying so, Cheondo took out a bundle of twigs, leaves, and flowers from her spatial pocket.
The plant, imbued with dark magic, was sothing I couldn’t forget.
“It’s the mistletoe removed from my neck.”
“What are you going to do with it?”
I asked out of concern, and Cheondo turned her head to et my eyes. Her soft cheek pressed firmly against my stomach.
“It could be a powerful weapon. I don’t know which weapon it would suit, but it surely has potent power.”
“Is that so?”
“Let’s make your weapon with this.”
I couldn’t help but smile at her words.
It had beco so normal to receive such generosity from her.
-……
In the quiet air, sleepiness wrapped around us. The comfortably warm temperature lulled both Cheondo and to lower our eyelids.
“Master.”
“What is it?”
I was not sure how many tis I had thought this.
Why did she do so much for ? It was a tireso question. Maybe it was ti she told .
“I’m sorry to ask again, but—”
“That’s enough.”
But Cheondo, as if seeing through my thoughts, continued with a soft voice that could lull anyone to sleep.
“The affection between people isn’t sothing simple to realize or explain in a few words.”
Cheondo reached out her hand to interlock fingers.
With a mischievous smile, the first ti her emotions showed like this, she reminded of when she used to play with cigarettes.
“Or what, do you need a reason to prove affection?”
My lips quivered.
I didn’t know why they trembled. I just turned away because they did, and Cheondo beca even more teasing.
An indescribable emotion blood within .
Suppressing it, we talked for a while.
Cheondo’s breathing, with closed eyelids, beca steady.
Turning only her upper body, I gently laid her on the bed and, leaving her asleep, went to the shower, arranging the mistletoe and other goods.
A slightly rusted shower head sprayed cold water.
-Swoosh.
The cold water cooled my heated forehead. Leaning on the mirror, I exhaled a sigh of relief.
‘That was close.’
I almost succumbed to a mont of passion, almost breaking the unspoken rule between a teacher and a student. Cheondo’s clothing was too provocative. The tight tights she wore, which I had ignored until now, were a thing of beauty.
Resolving my mind, I changed into a robe and left the shower.
‘I must overco these lewd thoughts.’
-Creak.
As I returned to the room, I found Baekdo, who had switched bodies, sitting there.
It was a relief.
Miraculously, my lewd thoughts had naturally subsided.
“Disciple.”
“What?”
“What kind of taste is that, freak… what? Why do you watch such things?”
Baekdo frowned as she rummaged through the plastic bag on the nightstand and pulled out character rchandise. Was it impossible to respect such tastes? Her look of disdain, as if she had caught a thief in an adult store, made her retreat further into the bed.
“Why do you hate it so much?”
“I tried to respect it to a certain extent.”
“What kind of respect is that? It’s like beating up everyone who likes ani.”
“How can I not curse when my disciple neglects many masterpieces to indulge in these childish cartoons?”
A cold knife seed to stab my heart.
“Be thankful that Cheondo isn’t awake.”
“Why bring up Cheondo? She probably thinks the sa; she just doesn’t show it. I’m saying this for your sake. Stop watching this stuff.”
I didn’t respond.
In truth, all this was ant for Cheondo.
Unaware, Baekdo was accruing karma. Probably, she’d receive her couppance.
It started with pleasing the highest master in this life of teachers and disciples. Instinctively realizing the hierarchy of Hwangdo
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