All My Murim Noonas Are Obsessed With Me!-Chapter 75: Long Time No See, Master (1)

Roselia’s POV

At her words, I glanced down.

Grope, grope.

"T-Ticklish..."

My hands were fondling him without me noticing. One taste, and I’d have no regrets. Even drunk, his instinctive, seductive movements and sweet scent were intoxicating—he was born to tempt women. It explained the cloak hiding his face. Without it, he’d have caused a scandal by now.

...Hold on.

"...Sir, your relationship with him was consensual, right...?"

"..."

"Sir...?"

"O-Of course it was! What, did you think one of us forced the other? T-That’s ridiculous!"

She seemed suspicious, but I believed her for now. If it was rape, they wouldn’t be drinking together.

"Then answer me. Was it tasty?"

I pictured him writhing in pleasure in my arms.

Drip.

Saliva spilled over.

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Sword Empress’s POV

...’Was it tasty’?

What did that mean? I’d demanded she stop groping him to answer, but I didn’t understand her question. Calm down. Not about food in this context. After discussing sleeping together, "tasty" likely meant "Did it feel good?"

Flush.

Was that how people talked now? I recalled vagrants during the war, joking about who they’d slept with and how it "tasted."

Hoo...

I steadied my heart with inner energy, clearing my mind. I couldn’t let her gain the upper hand. I had to act relaxed, like we were deeply involved.

"It was absolutely delicious. I felt I’d wasted my life not knowing it before."

I ignored the heat rising to my face.

"W-Was his... thing... how big was it...?"

I couldn’t believe such words from a beauty like her. Even for a tavern worker, to say that so casually...

"Do I have any reason to tell you?"

I feigned indifference, composure masking my shock. The tide was turning in my favor.

"P-Please! Answer a few questions, and I’ll back off..."

"Ahem, fine."

Using the table and my hands, I gestured to describe his manhood’s size from memory.

"T-That big?"

"Yes."

"He looks small, but that’s... impressive..."

Lick.

Her tongue wetting her lips repulsed me. Imagining him now made me want to draw my sword, but—

Hoo.

I couldn’t attack over a thought. Glancing at him, staggering drunkenly—

"...Wait, where’d he go?"

"Huh? He’s right next to me—"

He was gone.

"W-What?! Where’d he go?!"

"Weren’t you holding him?!"

"You told me to let go to answer! I set him down, and he vanished?!"

Forgetting the table, we leapt up, searching for him.

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Hic.

While the women argued, Dan Yuseong slipped away, stumbling through the tavern. Drunk, his body heavy and balance shot, he moved like a walking "I’m drunk!" sign.

"...Sir? Looking for something?"

"Oh? A worker! Heehee."

"Y-You’re pretty drunk, aren’t you?"

"Oh, what I’m looking for? Yeah, I am."

His cloak hid his face, but his antics and potent scent made the worker’s heart race.

"Where’s the restroom?"

He crossed his legs, twisting urgently. She felt an urge to "relieve" something else, but—

"Hey! What are you doing?! Hurry up!"

"Y-Yes, got it..."

Her senior’s shout snapped her out. She pointed him to the restroom. After using it, he meant to return, but—

"Where was I coming from...?"

Forgetting his table, he wandered.

"Hey, miss, can I have a sip?"

"Uh, huh? S-Sure."

"Wooow..."

He enchanted staff and inconvenienced guests.

"What’s wrong? Why’re you staring?"

"S-Sorry!"

"What’s going on? Why’s everyone acting like this?"

"D-Deputy Manager!"

The deputy manager, handling duties in the manager’s absence, appeared. Hearing of a troublesome guest, she sighed.

"...Haa. Where’s the manager now...?"

She approached the source. Perfect timing—Dan Yuseong, drunk, had sparked a spat with another patron. Normally, he’d apologize, but both were too drunk.

"You bastard, you need a beating to sober up!"

"Eek!"

A hulking man swung a fist—

Grab.

"Sir, violence is prohibited here."

The deputy manager blocked his arm lightly.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I’m the deputy manager."

"A deputy manager dares boss a customer?! The customer is king!"

"Sir."

Her dark eyes turned blood-red.

"Violence is prohibited. Resolve issues with words."

"Tch, fine! This ruins the booze."

Feeling her icy aura, the man stormed out.

"Phew."

She turned to the problem guest.

Squeeze.

"Wooow... That was so cool..."

Two arms wrapped her waist.

"..."

Normally, she’d break a man’s nose for this, but—

"Sir, do you know where your companions are?"

"C-Companions...?"

Gently, she pried him off.

"Did you come alone? Remember where you were drinking?"

"Uh... I had companions... Oh! A lady called the manager came too!"

"The manager...?"

Realizing this was the guest the manager mentioned, she guided him toward the entrance. The manager, searching with the swordswoman, spotted him, snatched him from the deputy manager, and lifted him into her arms.

"Sir! Are you alright?! None of the staff touched him while I was gone, right?!"

"Don’t spin me... I’m dizzy..."

The deputy manager sighed inwardly, watching from the side. Then—

Ding.

The bell rang.

"...Is the manager here?"

A woman in a pressed-down cloak stepped into the tavern.

"Manager, someone’s looking for you..."

"Haa... Haa... If I could just taste him once, I’d have no regrets..."

"...Hoo."

The deputy manager exhaled and approached the newcomer.

"Hello, I’m the deputy manager. May I ask why you’re looking for the manager...?"

An icy chill spread. The closer she got, the stronger the eerie sensation. A cold killing intent filled the tavern’s entrance.

Snap!

Both the deputy manager and manager sensed it, stepping back. The cloaked woman spoke.

"...Yuseong?"

Her voice was frost, chilling as a winter storm.

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Han Soyeon’s POV

Spurt!

"Good work."

After dealing with the guide, I walked toward the tavern. It was massive, ostentatious. Could a mere tavern be this grand? I wondered if local sects or officials would interfere, but then recalled its Hao Clan ties. With their grip on the martial world’s information, this was no surprise.

I didn’t care about their reasons for seeking independence. My job was simple: deliver the warning, then return for Yuseong’s information.

What’s he doing now...?

Was he seducing women like he did me? Or had my actions driven him to avoid women, living alone? The latter would feel... good. Even if born from pain, it’d mean he remembered me enough to shun others. Imagining it made me want to hug him for his loyalty, but realistically, it was unlikely.

A boy with a shattered dantian surviving alone? Slim chance. Even begging, his looks would draw attention—especially from women. They might not rape him outright but could take him in to groom him. Worst case, sold to a brothel.

Clunk.

A heavy lump sank in my chest. Yuseong in a brothel? Nausea hit. His body touched by filthy hands, resisting at first, then yielding for survival, servicing women himself...

Urk!

No. That couldn’t happen. Defiled by one was bad enough—dozens, hundreds? Nameless nobodies? My vision blurred red with murderous rage.

If Yuseong was a male courtesan or living like that... I’d kill the woman holding him. Not quickly—I’d keep her alive, tormenting her until she cursed her existence, then grant a gruesome, painful death.

Hum.

People kept their distance, sensing my unconscious killing intent. I hadn’t meant to stand out, but since I was here to warn the tavern, it might aid intimidation. Still, I wasn’t here to start a swordfight, so I toned it down and approached the entrance.

The prostitute-like women from earlier had fled, likely from my aura. I’d ask inside.

Ding.

The bell rang.

"...Is the manager here?"

Stepping in, I saw a woman clutching someone in a cloak, breathing heavily. Another woman was nearby, but she didn’t register. My senses caught a scent from the man—overwhelmed by alcohol, but beneath it, a stronger, familiar bodily fragrance. Unchanged from ten years ago—no, stronger. That woman-seducing aroma hadn’t faded.

An icy chill spread. His face was hidden, but I knew instinctively. I’d never mistake my Yuseong, the one I loved most.

But—

"...Yuseong?"

Who was that woman? Why the reek of alcohol? A cold killing intent radiated outward. She sensed my dangerous vibe, shifting into a defensive stance.

Grind.

I’d already decided. I didn’t know the details, but with Yuseong drunk and cradled in her arms, what more did I need? She’d forced him to drink. And after that, she probably—

I won’t forgive her.

I’d cut off every finger that poured his alcohol, slice off the ears that heard his slurred voice, gouge out the eyes that leered at him with lust. I’d never forgive her for coveting my Yuseong.

I’d make her regret living, destroy everything she had for daring to touch him.

Thump.

For the first time since I returned to life, my still heart beat.