How a Frail Young Master Properly Raises a Heavenly Demon Seedling

As if transmigrating into the male-oriented martial arts novel I wrote wasn’t bad enough,

I ended up becoming the sickly villain who torments the protagonist while he’s still young.

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If things continued like this, I’d only meet a miserable ending.

There was only one way to survive!

Create a high-quality ending, raise the budding Heavenly Demon’s favorability as much as possible, and change my fate.

“A child’s future is shaped by the environment in which they grow and the education they receive.”

With that resolve, I simply decided to treat him well…

But then—

Why are the protagonist’s gaze and touches gradually becoming more… intimate?

▶ A Little Taste

“I’ll be going to the medicinal herb storehouse.”

As they left Baekungak, Murong Yeon casually announced their destination.

Upon hearing where they were headed, Wi Hyeok-rin turned his head to look at him.

“Good grief. Why are you so slow today?”

Perhaps sensing his gaze, Murong Yeon’s smooth eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, all of a sudden, something soft and fluffy covered his hand.

“……!”

Wi Hyeok-rin’s eyes widened.

His hand had sunk deep into his master’s white, soft fur-lined glove.

Looking down at the disciple’s awestruck eyes, Murong Yeon cleared his throat awkwardly a couple of times before starting to walk again.

“Come. Let’s go.”

“Yes!”

Wi Hyeok-rin, who had been standing there blankly, hurried after his master, afraid that the hand he was holding might slip free.

His master looked so endlessly frail and delicate that anyone would think he needed to be protected.

And yet, whenever it truly mattered, he was always there, standing steadfastly in front of Wi Hyeok-rin and protecting him.

How could Wi Hyeok-rin not admire him?

With his bright-eyed disciple trailing behind him, Murong Yeon hurried along and finally arrived at the medicinal herb storehouse.

The servant who had guarded the entrance throughout the night bowed deeply, but as usual, Murong Yeon simply walked past him without a word.

Wi Hyeok-rin gave the servant only a brief nod and was about to follow Murong Yeon inside when he belatedly realized that his hand was still being held by that soft glove.

He involuntarily stopped in his tracks.

“What are you doing?”

When his arm was pulled backward, Murong Yeon frowned and turned around.

Only then did he notice Wi Hyeok-rin alternating his gaze between their joined hands and the servant’s face.

He immediately understood what had happened.

“Come inside.”

Murong Yeon calmly withdrew his hand and began walking again.

The awkward situation had been resolved, but for some reason, Wi Hyeok-rin found himself regretting the warmth that remained at his fingertips.

Unable to hide his disappointment, he trudged along after his master.