Surviving as a Cripple in Murim – Chapter 103

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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A seductive laugh echoed in his ears, a sweet yet comforting scent of flesh.

His breathing got faster as he got excited, and his hands wanted to grip the soft, firm buttocks pressed against him through his sleepwear.

He was thirsty, as if parched. He had to let it out.

“Ugh… Yeonhwa…!”

If he keeps going like this, he might end up in a passionate embrace with his sister, and that could set the whole mansion on fire.

He reached out and grabbed Yeonhwa’s waist which is the safest part of her body to pull her off him, but…

“Hee-hee-yah?!”

Even though she didn’t show it, she was pretty tense, and when Mancheon grabbed her by the waist… Yeonhwa startled, cries and lost her balance, falling…

Of course, not backwards or sideways, but forwards.

“Eh…?!”

Yeonhwa’s body fell on top of Mancheon.

Their chests gently pressed together, leaving a soft sensation.

It was an unexpected situation for both of them.

They looked at each other with wide eyes, their breaths mixing.

In the quiet room, the sound of their hearts pounding together in unison grew louder in their ears.

“Brother…”

The girl’s sweet desire flowed out.

“Am I not enough for you?”

Her anxious voice brought him back to his senses. This wasn’t the time to worry about trivial things like getting an erection or his manhood.

It was time to reassure his precious younger sister.

He placed his hands which were floating around without a clue on Yeonhwa’s back and waist.

“You’re more than enough. But I’m sorry. My answer is the same.”

He held her gently, yet firmly, so she couldn’t escape.

“I can’t give up on you or Gwahae. I can’t push my feelings away.”

He knew he was being selfish, but he couldn’t help it.

“This is who I am.”

He confessed his true feelings, his voice soft but genuine.

“I will cherish you, protect you, and love you for the rest of my life.”

“Uhm…!!”

As he spoke those words, Yeonhwa’s fingers tightened around the sheets.

Her heart raced as her ears flushed red.

Cherish, protect, and love your younger sister.

Yeonhwa playfully created her own version of the Zoroastrian three commandments and made Mancheon swear to follow them all just to get her way.

He’d remembered those all this time.

What she’d meant as a childish whim, he had taken to heart.

‘I see… this is who my brother is.’

He’d shown her his true feelings, despite all her attempts to hide behind a mask and keep her distance.

He had stopped the esoteric Buddhist protector.

He had fought against the Heavenly Demon Sect’s assassin, getting beaten to a pulp to protect her.

He had told her he liked her, that he loved her.

But ironically, that was exactly what had drawn her in.

Her eyes had adjusted to the darkness now, and she found herself gazing into his amber eyes—greedy and glittering like stars.

She bit her lip, overwhelmed by the affection in his gaze.

She had no choice but to accept Gwahae’s existence.

To question her brother’s feelings for Gwahae would mean questioning his love for her as well.

The real brother she had met in a life where she’d worn nothing but fake smiles

Her one and only Saoshyant.

Yeonhwa’s and Mancheon’s faces drew closer. Their moist lips brushed lightly.

Their tongues didn’t intertwine, but…

they shared breath and tender affection, like two small birds touching beaks.

She wanted to deepen the kiss but held back, all too conscious of Gwahae nearby.

A relationship bound by a red thread.

No matter what anyone said, she was her brother’s main wife.

After the kiss, she smiled, as if she couldn’t help it.

“Brother… you’re a coward.”

“I have nothing to say.”

Mancheon also smiled shamelessly, accepting his cute younger sister’s sweet criticism.

A bright, warm atmosphere, even in the darkness.

Yeonhwa felt a sense of happiness and leaned her head against Mancheon’s chest.

She felt the warmth of her beloved brother.

…But then, she felt something strange, which was to be expected.

Yeonhwa’s head tilted cutely, a question mark appearing above it.

“Hmm? By the way… something has been poking my butt and thighs… what is this?”

She shifted her thighs against something that had awaken between them.

“Ugh… ugh… Y-Yeonhwa! Wait a minute!”

Mancheon turned crimson, then went pale at his sister’s innocently question and actions.

But she pressed on,

“Is your staff hidden in the bed somewhere?”

Yeonhwa moved to the side and sat on the edge of the bed.

“Heehee~ I know a master and his beloved weapon are supposed to be one, but you could hurt yourself sleeping with it like this.”

She smiled gently with a composed face and reached her hand into the bed.

She grabbed the something that had awaken.

Through the thin summer sleepwear, she could clearly feel its shape.

“Uhm…?”

It felt big and solid, unexpectedly warm.

Time seemed to slow… one heartbeat, then another, then a third…

“Eh?!?!?!?!?!”

Yeonhwa’s face, upon realizing what the something was, turned so red it looked like it would explode. Her mouth fell open and wouldn’t close.

Her beautiful eyes swirled, unable to focus.

“Ah… ah… um, well… I… um…?!”

She hastily got out of bed and backed away.

“Um… I’m sorry for disturbing you so late. G-good night!”

Yeonhwa, embarrassed by the unexpected situation, hid her blushing face and fled to her room.

Left alone in the room after the sudden turn of events.

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‘Yes… this is fine…’

Mancheon stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes weary, his penis unabashedly erect.

A younger sister’s love, unintentionally approved by Zoroastrianism.

He was one step closer to a passionate embrace in the hallway.

And Yeonhwa, having arrived in her room, found herself unconsciously moving her hands, trying to gauge the size of the ‘something’ she had just held.

“So… it was about… this big?”

She swallowed and unconsciously brought her hands to her lower abdomen.

“Hiek…!!”

Then, startled by her own actions, she shook her head, her face flushing red.

“T-that’s indecent! How vulgar-!!”

She shook off the foolish thoughts.

She locked the door, got into bed, and pulled the covers over her head.

“Brother… it’s all your fault…”

She didn’t think she had been like this when she was living at the Zoroastrian temple…

She gently touched her lips.

She tried to fall asleep, feeling her pounding heart.

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The Sima Family mansion near the Martial Alliance headquarters.

Sima Bu’s private office.

-Tap tap tap!

Sima Bu’s index finger tapped the desk at a regular interval, a sound of displeasure.

He looked at his man, Jang Sam-bung, who was spouting nonsense about his precious child.

“What did Cheoni say?”

“Well… he said… he’s going to have both the Jegal Family’s young lady and his cute younger sister… he’s going to have three wives and four concubines…”

Jang Sam spoke honestly, gauging his master’s displeased expression, but… he was met with Sima Bu’s sharp glare.

“Are you kidding me?”

“Ugh…”

Jang Sam felt tears of frustration welling up.

Well, even as he said it, he had wondered if it was true, but still…

‘Shit… what am I supposed to do if that’s what he really said…’

Jang Sam was once again reminded that being a servant, guard, and assassin for the Sima Family was not easy.

Anyway, a sigh escaped Sima Bu’s lips as he massaged his temples.

“Sigh…”

To be honest, Sima Bu didn’t think Jang Sam was lying.

He was just so dumbfounded that he had to ask again.

This was more shocking than the fact that he had barged into the Dragon-Phoenix Gathering and earned the title of “Clever Tiger.”

And Feng Bai, a father himself who was listening from the side, also scowled, remembering how Mancheon had flirted with his precious daughter, Feng Lan.

But… that wasn’t the important thing right now.

The real reason for Sima Bu’s headache. He pointed to the letter on the desk and asked.

“What are you going to do now?”

“What do you mean, what am I going to do? A renowned master of the Ten Great Masters has invited me. Of course, I have to go.”

Sima Bu’s amber eyes, reminiscent of a wolf, widened. He bared his teeth.

He glared at the invitation sent by Jegal Liang, the Monstrous Dragon of the Jegal Family.

[Invitation to Celebrate the Engagement of Mancheon and Gwahae]

The letter roughly said:

‘I heard your son took the lips of Gwahae, a girl who is like a granddaughter to me. He must take responsibility.’

‘And do you play Go well? Since you’re Mancheon’s father, you must be good. I look forward to it.’

Without his parents’ permission, he had already become engaged.

He had been outmaneuvered. He felt like he had fallen into Jegal Liang’s trap.

Those shameless Jegal Family bastards… he gritted his teeth.

Was this really for the engagement? Or was it for some other deal? He couldn’t be sure, but… one thing was certain.

“I oppose this engagement.”

He crushed the invitation in his hand.

“What is our Cheoni lacking that he has to be engaged to some baseborn girl whose father is unknown.”

‘Uh… to be honest, he’s a cripple, so he is lacking, isn’t he?’

Jang Sam thought for a moment, but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

Only the growl of an angry father wolf could be heard in the room.

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