Episode 118: Board Game (5)
Jung Haein was momentarily at a loss for words.
It was completely different from what he had expected.
“How about it?”
The noble girl in front of him asked innocently.
There was a confidence in her tone, as if the thought of being rejected had never crossed her mind.
Though he had no intention of meeting that expectation, he also had no intention of outright crushing it.
At that moment, Kang Arin’s gaze pierced into Jung Haein from beside him.
Her face was expressionless, but the slight flush at the tips of her ears revealed her emotions.
Jung Haein remained silent for a moment, then scratched his head and gave an awkward smile.
“It’s an honor, but… I don’t plan on leaving this village yet.”
A flicker of surprise crossed Ha Sion’s face, but she quickly covered it with a smile.
“That’s okay! You might change your mind someday!”
It felt like things might head in an odd direction if the mood was left like this.
Jung Haein naturally shifted his gaze.
“Well, since you’ve come a long way… would you like to join us for a meal?”
The noble girl’s eyes sparkled.
“Really?”
“Of course.”
Then, the noble girl turned her head to look at her knight.
Kang Arin hesitated for a moment, then quietly nodded.
In the distance, smoke rose from the chimney of a house.
Jung Haein and his group began walking slowly in that direction.
Jung Haein had no intention of accepting the noble girl’s proposal.
But at that very moment, inside the mansion…
In the drawing room, a cup of tea was already prepared.
But it wasn’t for the noble girl or her knight.
It meant someone else had arrived first.
Yu Hana slowly lifted a teacup as she gazed out the window toward the farmland.
A subtle smile spread across her lips.
Cheon Yeoul, who had been neatly wiping a picture frame, asked her,
“Why do you come here every day?”
At Cheon Yeoul’s casual question, Yu Hana gave a short laugh.
“You already know, don’t you?”
The air between them was filled with subtle tension and calm composure.
Outside of the game, maybe things would be different—but in this world, the Cheon Yeoul here wasn’t the type to rudely kick out a guest who visited her home.
Besides, the visitor was the lord working to develop the village herself.
Causing trouble could mean disadvantages for her husband—so she couldn’t treat her lightly.
“It’s probably about showing basic courtesy… Something like that, right?”
The reason why Lord Yu Hana kept coming.
It was for a sort of permission.
In this world where polygamy was taken for granted,
It was considered completely normal for multiple women to be drawn to a charming man—just like the sun rises in the east.
Even if a woman seduced a man without permission, slept with him, got pregnant, and showed up afterwards—legally, there was nothing Cheon Yeoul could do about it.
Rather, the fact that Yu Hana was visiting and being respectful like this was rare.
If anything, it could be seen as an act of conscience.
But before Cheon Yeoul could respond… someone burst in.
“Excuse me~”
The door swung open, and a youthful voice filled the house.
Cheon Yeoul and Yu Hana turned at the same time.
Ha Sion scanned the room briefly, then looked back and forth at the two women.
With a soft smile on her lips, as if entering a ballroom, she asked,
“Hello? May I ask… which one of you is Mr. Jung Haein’s wife?”
She asked in a gentle tone.
She had heard it on the way.
That he had a wife.
Honestly, she didn’t care.
The one who was truly disappointed was Kang Arin.
‘They’re both really pretty, huh?’
Sion thought to herself.
Whether it was one or both of them who were his wives—it didn’t matter.
Ha Sion, the Rose of High Society.
Born into a duke’s family, her natural wit and ambition made her successful in anything she tried. She always got what she wanted.
This blueberry business was no different.
She had convinced her father, the duke, in an instant with her characteristic drive and persuasive manner.
She was confident.
No matter how many wives he had, or how many women showed interest in him—
She believed, without a doubt, that she would be the true winner.
She had set her sights on this man named Jung Haein.
She didn’t know why, but she had to have him.
“……”
And so, the awkward meal began.
The table was filled with a variety of dishes.
But the atmosphere was far from warm or friendly.
Everyone hid their true thoughts, and a subtle tension hung in the air.
Ha Sion was the first to pick up her fork.
With grace, she began to eat, her gaze shifting between Cheon Yeoul and Yu Hana.
She had already learned that Cheon Yeoul was his wife, and Yu Hana the lord of the territory.
With a faint smile at the corners of her lips, she spoke in a relaxed tone.
“I really like this place. Even if the lord doesn’t come directly, my family is considering establishing a headquarters here just to grow outstanding crops like your blueberries.”
Ha Sion continued naturally.
“But of course, a lot of coordination is needed, and I also need to get used to the local situation… So, would it be possible to borrow just two rooms in this house for a while? I’ll make sure the compensation is more than sufficient.”
Jung Haein unconsciously picked up his cup and set it down again, glancing at his wife.
Cheon Yeoul was the first to nod.
She lifted her cup slightly with a gentle smile.
“Our home is always open. But… there’s just one small thing I’d like to ask.”
Ha Sion tilted her head, curious.
Cheon Yeoul’s face flushed slightly, and she added in a quiet, almost whispering tone.
“After 9 p.m.… it’d be best not to come out into the hallway. We’re still newlyweds, and… well, you might hear something embarrassing…”
A silence fell, and a strange air spread over the dining table.
It was quite a bold declaration.
“Aha… Yes, of course. I’ll be careful.”
Ha Sion hesitated for a moment, then nodded coolly.
‘… I can’t breathe.’
Meanwhile, Jung Haein sat in the center of this tension, clutching his fork and breaking out in a cold sweat.
Lately, ever since the lord Yu Hana appeared, it felt like more and more women were entering his life.
Of course, none of it was intentional.
As the meal neared its end, the first to rise from the table was Yu Hana, the lord.
She set down her glass and approached Jung Haein, tilting her head slightly.
— Smooch.
Her warm lips brushed lightly against Jung Haein’s cheek.
“See you tomorrow.”
She claimed that it was a common greeting in her hometown.
Whether that was true or not, there was no way to confirm it—so he just let it pass.
After that, Ha Sion and Kang Arin also got up from the table.
The noble lady waved at Jung Haein, eyes sparkling.
“See you in the evening, farmer!”
There were a lot of matters to discuss, so speaking with the lord was necessary.
Since she was already at the house, things proceeded swiftly.
Soon after, all the guests left with Yu Hana.
When the sound of the front door closing finally faded, silence returned to the house.
“Phew…”
Jung Haein let out a sigh.
In just a few days, the house had become crowded.
Every day brought more guests—there was no time to rest.
“I’m sorry. I know you’ve been busy, but lately, all these peop—mph.”
Before he could even finish, Cheon Yeoul pressed her lips firmly against his.
It started short, then immediately deepened.
“Mmm… mmph.”
Their lips briefly parted, only to meet again.
Her tongue lightly traced his lips, leaving a mark.
Her hand gripped the nape of his neck, the other wrapped around his waist.
Then she straddled him completely, crossing her legs over his thighs.
She embraced him with her whole body, leaving no space between them.
“Haa…”
Cheon Yeoul’s breathing grew increasingly ragged.
Her cheeks were flushed, and with moist lips, she bit his once again.
Jung Haein, caught in the heat of the moment, had no time to resist.
For several minutes, it was nothing but kissing.
The living room filled with the sound of hot, heavy breathing.
Cheon Yeoul panted, seemingly out of breath. Then, in a flash, her eyes turned sharp.
“Come with me…”
She grabbed Jung Haein’s wrist roughly, pulling him with her as she gasped for air.
— Drag…
Jung Haein was dragged helplessly into the room.
— Click.
The sound of the door locking echoed briefly.
Immediately after—
— Ugh…
A low moan escaped, as if something heavy had pressed down.
— Haah… I love you…
Occasional whispers mixed in.
Just as Cheon Yeoul had warned—though it wasn’t exactly 9 p.m.—
After that, only sounds leaking through the door filled the hallway.
***
— Bzzzzt.
Someone was watching the scene unfold.
Yoon Chaeha had long forgotten about rolling the dice.
“……”
She simply stared at the closed door where Cheon Yeoul and Jung Haein had gone in after passionately kissing.
Of course, nothing was actually happening inside.
— Ugh…
— Haah… I love you…
Only the sounds could be heard.
Her heart pounded faster, a tingling sensation like electric currents spread through her fingertips and toes.
The sounds wrapping around her ears grew deeper, clearer, and began to envelop her.
It felt as if she herself was being drawn into that moment—her body heated up, and her breath shortened.
A mix of embarrassment and a strange sense of inferiority made her feel deeply uncomfortable.
“……”
On the desk sat a single unmoving dice.
Wanting to escape from the stifling heat, Yoon Chaeha instinctively moved her hand.
Everything came crashing down at once—including a thirst she couldn’t put into words.
But the moment she moved her hand—
— Tap.
“?”
Something caught on Yoon Chaeha’s hand.
It wasn’t where she had originally intended to go.
The dice that had been placed on the desk rolled off limply.
[12!]
[You have, at last, reached the abyss of that Great Being.]
[Bad Ending Condition Met: The Great Cthulhu Awakens from Slumber.]
[Cthulhu infinitely replicates the Demon King and incinerates all life on Earth.]
[All languages collapse, and every being is consumed by writhing darkness.]
[This game will end in three minutes—along with all meaning.]
“…Huh?”
The boundary between reality and the game shattered in an instant.
The room went dark, and the goddess quietly recited the final narration.
Yoon Chaeha unconsciously bit her lip, watching the final ending with blurred vision.
“I… I also…”
Only defeat and emptiness remained.
And a feeling she could never tell anyone—
—quietly lingered in her chest.
Aw.. poor girl
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