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T/N: damn yall really depleting my stockpile asap lmao
Hwang Ran trembled as if struck by lightning.
“I heard that guys like Nachata are gathering.”
“Guys like Nachata?”
‘…Tricked, I was definitely tricked!’ Reflecting on the past, Hwang Ran smacked his forehead and then exclaimed in pain once again. Muwon had only said that guys like Nachata were gathering, not that Nachata was targeting his goods. In truth, there was no need to hire Peira unless it was for Nachata, the most feared adversary on the route to the 1st Continent. Hwang Ran lamented his own foolishness.
“There’s no need to feel wronged. It’s certain that there will be people out to get your cargo.”
Hwang Ran looked almost on the verge of tears.
“…Please, just ensure my safety.”
Cheongyeon was relatively uninterested in the whole situation. However, the dinner prepared before his eyes made him feel like he was dying. His hungry stomach began to ache with hunger. It would be silly to resist the food offered to him. Cheongyeon grabbed a fork. Beside the fork was a long but thin rod, the purpose of which he didn’t know, so he casually pushed it aside.
He picked up a piece of lobster meat with his fork and put it in his mouth. As he chewed the meat along with the accompanying cheese, his eyes widened, and his face flushed with the unexpected delight. It was like the shock of tasting chocolate for the first time, a flavor beyond his imagination.
“Wow, fuck.”
Cheongyeon paused his chewing on her second piece of flesh at the expletive that burst out next to him.
“Look at that face.”
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“So, are you going to make a deal with Hwang Ran?”
Muwon’s question flew towards Cheongyeon. However, Cheongyeon wasn’t flustered. Given that every move of his was being watched, it was impossible for Muwon not to know about his meeting with Hwang Ran.
“Ah, we agreed that he would give an answer by tomorrow.”
Hwang Ran answered for Cheongyeon, folding his hands and smiling obsequiously. Meanwhile, Muwon’s gaze remained fixed on Cheongyeon. Hwang Ran decided not to interject further, hoping only that Cheongyeon wouldn’t say anything strange.
“What are the terms?”
Muwon kept asking, making Cheongyeon feel interrupted in his meal, making him frustrated. He almost felt guilty for being such a glutton.
“20,000 hwan for a 3-year contract. I’ll supply the quantity as I see fit.”
At that moment, Muwon burst out laughing.
“20,000 hwan?”
“Yes.”
“What difference is that from paying me back?”
He lost interest as quickly as he had shown it, returning to his drink.
“Do I have to… pay it back?”
‘That’s my money, isn’t it?’ Such implication was clear in his tone. Muwon swallowed the burning liquor, clearing his throat.
“Why exactly 20,000 hwan?”
“…”
The amount was simply the largest sum of money Cheongyeon had ever handled, there was no particular significance attached to it.
“I just thought it was a large sum.”
“Did you really have no intention of paying it back?”
“Do I have to pay it back?”
Cheongyeon asked again, looking uneasily at Muwon. As Muwon reached out, Cheongyeon squeezed his eyes shut tightly, bracing for a hit he couldn’t avoid.
But what actually touched him was a soft sensation. A piece of lobster meat on a fork tapped his lips, generously coated in cheese and piping hot.
Taken aback, he inadvertently opened his mouth, allowing the meat to enter. Muwon spun the fork around inside his mouth before slowly scraping it off with his front teeth. Cheongyeon’s hair stood on end from the sensation, prompting him to slightly frown. Muwon then skewered a shrimp with the fork and popped it into his mouth with its head intact.
Cheongyeon was frustrated by Muwon’s lack of a clear answer. Was he supposed to pay it back, or not? After all, it wasn’t borrowed money, so there shouldn’t be any obligation to repay.
Cheongyeon boldly came to a conclusion. Perhaps being more assertive in front of Muwon might be better. Given the lingering suspicion of him being from the Hwa Clan and the continuous surveillance, there was no need to try to make a good impression. He also calculated that if Muwon intended to kill him for defiance, it would have happened long ago. made up his mind by himself, Cheongyeon paused mid-chew and suddenly looked up, noticing a flavor he hadn’t before.
Facing him, Hwang Ran was delicately wiping his forehead with a handkerchief, while Nachata was tilting a bottle of liquor.
“Nachata, don’t eat this lobster.”
Was it a sign of gluttony, intending to hoard it all for himself? Muwon then dragged the plate piled with lobster towards Cheongyeon. It was absurd but amusing.
“This skinny guy is all about food.”
“It’s not that; it contains pineapple sauce.”
Caught off guard by the response, Muwon showed interest, and Nachata laughed heartily, continuing the explanation.
“Haha, it’s nothing much, but in my life, there’s something even more terrible than the kraken. It’s called pineapple, and it almost killed me without me even knowing.”
Although Nachata was one of the pirates raiding Cheonghwa Town, he had a somewhat humane side. He spared children and women, and if people obediently handed over money or goods worth plundering, he didn’t threaten their lives. Nachata’s gang, although pirates, were somewhat merciful compared to many others who were ruthless and cruel. When pirates fought among themselves, the people of Cheonghwa Town would root for Nachata, hoping at least he would spare their lives.
Occasionally, Nachata would disappear without informing his crew of his whereabouts. About 8 years ago, on one such occasion, he snuck into Cheonghwa Town. Every year around that time, Nachata would climb to the summit of Cheonghwa Mountain, where his sister lay buried. Originally a native of Cheonghwa Town, Nachata had turned to piracy after his sister died of starvation.
Before climbing, Nachata had stopped at a fruit shop to pick up apples, his sister’s favorite, and had also bought a peculiar fruit he had never heard of before. Carrying a basket full of apples, Nachata had bitten into the yellow flesh skewered on a stick. The fruit had tasted so bitterly sour and spicy that he wondered if it was a fruit.
After a few more bites, Nachata had experienced a strange swelling in his throat, as if something was stuck, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. His grip had loosened, and the basket of apples rolled down the hill, while the fruit skewer dropped carelessly to the ground, then Nachata had collapsed.
‘An assassination attempt? But the only thing he had eaten was fruit… Could the fruit be the assassin, poisoned?’
Nachata had tried to laugh at the absurdity but could only drool saliva and snot. Just then, a man carrying a sack had spotted Nachata. In the past, Nachata’s older sister said she saw an angel right before she died, but Nachata thought it was a vision she had seen after enduring hunger.
But now he believed he had encountered one himself. Despite his blurry vision, the figure appeared dreamlike and beautiful, though lacking the wings his sister described, confirming it was a human. Unable to speak, Nachata had coughed up foam as the man took out some strange herbs from the sack, chewed them, and forced them into Nachata’s mouth. When Nachata, convulsing, bit his hand, he had looked around him and picked up a rock.
The man who had put the small pebble in Nachata’s mouth put the grass that he had chewed hard into his mouth. Then he had continued to stroke his neck and helped him swallow the crushed herbs. After repeating the process some times, Nachata had felt his swollen throat gradually easing.
Only then had Nachata clearly seen the person who was sweating profusely as he tried to save him. More beautiful than when he had seen him with blurry eyes, was the benefactor who saved his life. Had he known Nachata was a pirate, he might not have helped, but he did not hide his identity, knowing he might need to return the favor later.
“If it weren’t for Cheongyeon, I wouldn’t be here today.”
After finishing the story, Nachata jokingly said that he still got cold sweats when he thought about that time.
Pr: Sasa
Muwon hasn’t been so bad lately maybe it will last? Hopefully not all an act. This story so good everyone becoming addicted.
“Wow, fuck.” “Look at that face. ”
Hmmm what’s Muwon picturing in his big lustful imagination now as he looks at Cheongyeon enjoying food 🤭
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