The Young Cult Leader’s True Nature

“Go on, feel free to speak. You seem to have a great deal you wish to say.”

Baek Geon-ha urged him in a smooth, gentle tone. This was the definitive Level 3 danger signal—it was effectively a final warning.

“No, sir. That was all I had to say.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Ah! And… I also came to express my gratitude for introducing me to such an excellent mentor!”

“My, my. If your intentions were so noble, you should have started with that greeting.”

“Yes, Young Cult Leader.”

Seol Ah-heon immediately bent his knees. Groveling when he needed to was his specialty. Though he occasionally brought trouble upon himself by running his mouth, he had survived this far thanks to this particular skill. He intended to bow low once again to bypass this crisis.

However, Baek Geon-ha suddenly grabbed him by the scruff of his neck.

“Are you planning to slam your head into the floor again? Stop. Unless you want to walk around with a forehead swollen like a melon.”

“It looked quite unsightly,” Baek Geon-ha added.

“Did you come running the moment you learned the secret history of the Soul-Freezing Pill? How quaint. It’s not as if you didn’t know before. Or did you forget that too because of the Soul-Binding Art?”

“…….”

Seol Ah-heon remained frozen in an awkward posture, unable to either raise or lower his head. A voice laced with amusement dropped from above him.

“Regrettably, it seems you knew one thing but were ignorant of the second. Whatever falls into my hands is mine, unconditionally. I couldn’t care less about its past.”

After calling Seol Ah-heon a thief, it turned out Baek Geon-ha was the true arch-thief. But what could he do? In this world without a proper legal system, might was right. Seol Ah-heon’s mistake was charging in recklessly despite knowing this.

Just then, Baek Geon-ha lifted Seol Ah-heon by the scruff of his neck. Seol Ah-heon found his face pulled upward like a doll caught in a claw machine.

A face so beautiful it made his vision blur drew close. Before he could even process the situation, Seol Ah-heon’s lips were stolen by Baek Geon-ha.

“Mmph……!”

A soft tongue parted his lips and entered. It boldly tasted every corner of Seol Ah-heon’s mouth, tangling with his tongue and even giving a light nip. It seemed the man didn’t mind mixing tongues with someone he considered so insignificant.

“Ngh.”

Seol Ah-heon tried to twist his head away to escape the kiss. However, no matter how he moved, Baek Geon-ha’s tongue followed. To an onlooker, it would have appeared as though Seol Ah-heon was responding passionately.

‘This isn’t right……’

After squeezing his eyes shut and struggling, he finally pushed Baek Geon-ha away. But as his hands touched bare skin, his eyes flew open.

That’s right. Baek Geon-ha was still naked. He couldn’t understand how he had forgotten such a critical detail.

Terrified that their lower bodies might touch, Seol Ah-heon tried to inch away. But with Baek Geon-ha holding the back of his head firmly, escape was impossible.

“Ngh, haa……”

Eventually, half-resigned, he began to accept the kiss. Each time their lips parted briefly, a wet sound echoed. To Seol Ah-heon, who was still unaccustomed to sexual acts, the sound alone made his cheeks burn with embarrassment.

‘It’s the Art of Yin-Sucking and Yang-Nourishing. This isn’t a kiss; it’s a technique.’

Seol Ah-heon repeated this to himself over and over. If he didn’t brainwash himself like this, he had no way to deal with the mental shock.

Amidst all this, the sensation of Baek Geon-ha’s lips was vivid. They were as soft as rose petals—hard to believe they belonged to a powerful man who had tempered his martial arts to the limit.

“……Haa.”

Finally, the forceful yet gentle kiss came to an end. As Baek Geon-ha pulled away, Seol Ah-heon wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

‘Wait a minute. What does this have to do with the Art of Yin-Sucking and Yang-Nourishing?’

A sudden doubt arose. Although he didn’t know the exact mechanics of the technique, something felt off. There hadn’t been any sensation of exchanging energy at all.

The way to resolve this doubt was simple: ask the person involved. Seol Ah-heon looked up at Baek Geon-ha’s face—knowing that if he lowered his gaze even slightly, he’d see something he shouldn’t—and spoke.

“……Young Cult Leader, what did you just do to me?”

“A kiss.”

“N-not the Art of Yin-Sucking and Yang-Nourishing?”

“Correct.”

Baek Geon-ha answered nonchalantly. Seol Ah-heon felt as if he’d been hit in the back of the head.

“Then why did you kiss me?”

“I am curious about that myself.”

“Wait, if the Young Cult Leader doesn’t know, then who does?!”

“Well, perhaps you were chattering so much I felt the urge to shut your mouth.”

Seol Ah-heon let out a sigh of pure exasperation. What was with that irresponsible response? The man had clearly kissed him of his own volition, yet he was acting as if he had been possessed.

“Understood. From now on, I shall keep my mouth tightly shut in your presence.”

“With your personality? I highly doubt that.”

“We shall see about that. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I will take my leave. I apologize for interrupting your bath.”

Seol Ah-heon snapped at him and bowed his head. In that moment, he saw it. A cock standing tall and firm.

‘What in the world……?’

He was purely horrified. Given the circumstances—no, even without looking at the circumstances—it was clear the man had an erection from their kiss. Seol Ah-heon found it impossible to believe.

To him, Baek Geon-ha was not a sexual object. The man was incredibly beautiful, but that was separate from stimulating any sexual desire. He had assumed it was the same for Baek Geon-ha.

To Baek Geon-ha, Seol Ah-heon was nothing more than emergency rations. A bit of food that didn’t taste great but was taken out of necessity because of a lack of Yin energy.

‘He said he thought I didn’t want to embrace a man. But he was wrong.’

‘…….’

‘Because right now, I want to embrace a man.’

Suddenly, their conversation from ten days ago flashed through his mind. The blood that had rushed to his head now felt like it was dropping to his toes. Seol Ah-heon thought with a pale face:

‘Crazy, he actually likes men too?! It wasn’t enough to enjoy women; he’s a sodomite as well?’

Just then, Baek Geon-ha grabbed Seol Ah-heon’s wrist. It was the moment his suspicion turned into a certainty.

“This works out well. Since I have a major task ahead, I was planning on nourishing myself anyway.”

“I-I came here in the middle of training…… I must return to the training grounds immediately.”

“If it’s training, I shall help you.”

“There is no need for that—no, don’t pull me! Ack!”

Seol Ah-heon let out a short scream. It was because the heavy, swaying organ had brushed against his thigh. Even though he openly showed his disgust, Baek Geon-ha didn’t care. He dragged Seol Ah-heon toward the bath.

Was this what they meant by “going to get a mole removed and coming back with a tumor”? Despite his resolve to settle the score with Baek Geon-ha, Seol Ah-heon was practically devoured by him.

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There wasn’t a single ounce of strength left in his body. It was a relief he had been training his stamina lately; otherwise, he wouldn’t even have been able to stand.

“Have you really been training? You are still pathetically weak.”

“…….”

Incensed by the shameless comment, Seol Ah-heon glared back at Baek Geon-ha.

The man was currently being attended to. Four maidservants were tidying his clothes and even fixing his hair.

‘Does he not feel embarrassed……?’

Seol Ah-heon clicked his tongue.

It certainly looked convenient. Having every minor chore taken care of without lifting a finger.

But if it were him, he would have dismissed the servants. He’d rather do it himself than show his naked body to the opposite s*x. Drying off with a towel and putting on clothes wasn’t exactly a difficult task.

Because of that, he had nearly fainted earlier. The moment the long affair ended and he caught his breath, the door had suddenly opened and the maids walked in. He had hurriedly covered his lower half, but his chest and thighs must have been visible.

‘Though it seems I’m the only one who cares.’

The maids didn’t even spare Seol Ah-heon a glance. They only served the Fifth Young Master, their superior, with the utmost devotion. For Seol Ah-heon, that indifference was actually a relief.

‘By the way, how am I supposed to go back like this……?’

Because of the bout in the bath, he was soaking wet from head to toe. Water was dripping from his clothes.

Just as he was trying to wring out his sleeves, Baek Geon-ha gave an order to the maids.

“Prepare clothes for that fellow as well.”

“Yes, Young Master.”

Before long, a maid presented a set of clean clothes. It was incredibly fast, as if they had been prepared in advance. Seol Ah-heon bowed as he received them.

“Thank you, Young Cult Leader.”

“Don’t thank me. I simply couldn’t stand the sight of you dripping water all over my bedroom.”

“B-bedroom?!”

Did he plan to move the location and continue?!

Seol Ah-heon froze in the middle of taking off his wet clothes. Baek Geon-ha looked back at him.

“…….”

The wet fabric clung tightly to Seol Ah-heon’s skin. It was translucent, like thin dumpling skin. It was the very body Baek Geon-ha had just been toyed with.

Baek Geon-ha’s eyes narrowed slightly. The lust rising in his dark pupils was so deep that no one noticed.

He closed and opened his eyes. His expression returned to its usual relaxed and radiant state.

“One would think I’m going to eat you. That won’t be happening, so finish taking off your clothes.”