Guide of the Sichuan Tang Clan C38

Chapter 38

When he turned his head, he saw a crowd of martial artists standing there, frozen stiff. Yujo, who had rushed over, stood among them as well, halted mid-stride, and Sowoon too, his mouth hanging open.

I’m screwed.

He had made a promise to Cheongwoo—there was no way he could explain this as “just another form of treatment.” Eunmyeong squeezed his eyes shut.

“We’ll finish the rest once we’re back at the residence.”

“…What?”

What was that supposed to mean?

“We can’t exactly continue here, can we?”

After tossing out that bombshell, Mujin scooped Eunmyeong up into his arms and turned toward the direction of the residence.

I don’t know anymore. No matter how much I rack my brain, there’s no answer. Clutching his forehead, Eunmyeong let out a long sigh, and Mujin stopped mid-step.

“If you’re curious, ask Jeongho.”

“….”

“He knows everything.”

All eyes turned toward Jeongho. He, too, had frozen along with the others; he hurriedly raised both hands, but there was no way he could escape the coming questions.

“Young Master! Hero!”

They called out desperately, but by then the two had long since disappeared.

Those left behind began to surround Jeongho like a pack of demonic cultists. As they closed in with gleaming eyes, Jeongho shook his head.

“Please spare me, senior brothers… I truly know nothing.”

“Nothing, my ass.”

Sowoon, arms crossed, stepped forward and poked Jeongho’s cheek with a finger.

“Don’t worry. We already know enough.”

“…Huh?”

Yujo, standing off to the side, sighed and joined them, giving Jeongho’s shoulder a few light pats.

“So… the Young Master and Eunmyeong are, well… that kind of relationship, right?”

I’m sorry, Hero.

There was no better excuse to be had. Jeongho nodded vigorously.

The moment they entered the residence, Mujin’s body collapsed to the floor as if he’d been waiting for it.

“Young Master!”

Eunmyeong fell with him and hurriedly dragged him onto the bedding. When he placed a hand on Mujin’s forehead, he felt a fever raging beneath the skin.

This is really bad.

With anxious eyes, Eunmyeong looked down at Mujin’s chest. Because he had pushed himself while already unstable, his condition was worse than when Eunmyeong had first seen him.

In this state, even mucosal guiding would be useless. Making a swift decision, Eunmyeong tore off his own clothes and reached for Mujin’s collar.

Just as his hand reached the inner robe, a large hand clamped down on his wrist.

“…Leave.”

Mujin, his eyes only half open, looked up at Eunmyeong.

“Go fetch… another physician…”

“Who?”

“An elder, or—ugh.”

Eunmyeong brushed his hand aside without hesitation and forcibly stripped Mujin’s clothes open.

“I’m the only one who can treat you. You know that.”

Mujin resisted to the very end, forcing Eunmyeong to practically tear his clothes off. Only after pushing the coarse garments down past his arms did Eunmyeong finally pause, glaring at him as he caught his breath.

“You stubborn idiot…”

The moment Mujin’s solid chest was exposed, Eunmyeong pressed his own body tightly against it. Mujin’s ragged breath brushed against his neck.

Energy flowed from Eunmyeong into him. As the sensation of being enveloped spread through his body, Mujin let out a low groan.

“Haah…”

The more energy coursed through him, the heavier the heat pooled below. Mujin clenched his jaw.

His reason screamed at him to push Eunmyeong away, to drive him off at once—but his body refused to move.

Damn it.

Perhaps because of the internal energy, Eunmyeong’s body felt more alluring than ever. The pink flush where their chests met, the soft skin, the slender neck thrust before his eyes—all of it tempted Mujin beyond endurance.

With a pained expression, Mujin squeezed his eyes shut. Oblivious to his turmoil, Eunmyeong was busy pressing their chests together, pouring energy into him.

This won’t be enough.

Eunmyeong, fidgeting in his arms, pulled back slightly. The moment his body retreated, Mujin instinctively dragged him back.

“W-wait, just a second.”

Eunmyeong tapped the arm wrapped around his waist.

“If we keep treating you like this, we’ll end up holding each other all day.”

“…And why would that be a problem?”

Mujin asked hoarsely. In response, Eunmyeong smacked his chest with a sharp slap.

“Of course it’s a problem!”

Mujin’s brow shot up in disbelief, and Eunmyeong continued.

“You’ll fall into qi deviation long before that.”

After everything I’ve done to keep you alive! Muttering angrily, Eunmyeong racked his brain.

Up until now, the most intense guiding he’d ever done involved nothing more than bare-skin contact. In theory, he knew the stages beyond that, but as an S-rank guide, most situations could be resolved before ever reaching them—he’d never once had to put them into practice.

And it’s not like I’ve tried this with a lover, either.

As Eunmyeong groaned in distress, Mujin suddenly pulled him closer.

“Anything is fine, but…”

“….”

“Don’t leave my arms.”

The low murmur made Eunmyeong flinch. Though clearly startled, he was already in Mujin’s embrace, so it made little difference to him.

Was Mujin always capable of saying things like this? The naked possessiveness in his words made Eunmyeong look at him with complicated eyes.

After swallowing hard, Eunmyeong whispered,

“From here on… we’ll need to do something more intense.”

“….”

“Don’t be surprised.”

“….”

“I warned you.”

Putting on a grave, physician-like air, Eunmyeong moved his hand downward. The instant his hand slipped below Mujin’s waist, he felt something standing rigid.

What the—

Startled, Eunmyeong instinctively looked down. It wasn’t even his thigh—it was his waist. Something impossibly long rose from there, and Eunmyeong’s mouth fell open.

That reaches all the way up here?

Whether Cheongwoo or Mujin, both brothers hid something terrifying enough to make onlookers shrink back inside their trousers. Must be genetic. Steeling himself, Eunmyeong grabbed Mujin’s waistband—

In a blink, Mujin flipped their positions. The world spun, and suddenly Eunmyeong was trapped in his arms.

“What… do you think you’re doing?”

A growl leaked from between Mujin’s lips. When those darkened eyes fixed on him, Eunmyeong felt a chill crawl up his spine.

“Th-that is…”

Chewing on his lip, Eunmyeong answered cautiously.

“To treat you… I have to.”

“With what.”

“Well… that…”

Hesitating, Eunmyeong glanced down at Mujin’s waist. Seeing the bulge, he squeezed his eyes shut.

“The thing… lovers do…”

Trying to explain it in a world that knew nothing of guiding made his tongue stick. Back in the modern world, at least people understood the basics.

Unable to even name it outright, Eunmyeong cracked one eye open.

“Hah.”

Mujin let out a humorless laugh and glared at him.

“And you expect me to believe that? Right now?”

His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were not. That ominous gaze made Eunmyeong bristle.

“You think I’m some kind of pervert?”

As if he were lying? Eunmyeong shot back with equal fury.

“Then let’s just try it and see. Whether it’s true or not.”

“Wait—”

Before Mujin could stop him, Eunmyeong grabbed his waist and yanked his trousers down. With a dull thump, something sprang free.

Eunmyeong’s eyes went round. Seeing it in person was even more unbelievable—thick as an arm, stretching all the way up his waist.

“Wh… what is that…?”

He muttered without thinking, unable to reconcile it with what hung between his own legs.

Veins bulged thickly beneath the heavy head, the thing twitching with a menacing presence.

This is treatment. Just treatment.

Suppressing his fear, Eunmyeong lightly placed a hand at the tip. Mujin’s lower body shuddered, swelling even further.

It can get bigger than this?

Startled, Eunmyeong brushed his palm over it, and Mujin let out a low groan.

In that instant, Mujin surged upright and swiftly stripped Eunmyeong of his trousers. The speed was so great Eunmyeong couldn’t even protest.

“Y-young Master…!”

Mujin’s eyes were utterly gone, unfocused as he stared down at Eunmyeong’s pale skin.

Half-hard, Eunmyeong’s own stirred as if in greeting. Mujin clasped both of them at once.

“Hngh—!”

The moment his most sensitive place was touched, Eunmyeong gasped and bucked, drawing in a sharp breath at the unfamiliar surge of pleasure.