49 Times Left, Master! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
He must have just returned as well, so he probably doesn’t remember how far we’ve covered in lessons—that’s why he’s acting like this.
I’m in a similar situation myself, yet I can’t help but feel a twisted satisfaction seeing that damn disciple flustered.
To hide my smile, I bit my lip and put on a stern expression. I hoped he’d feel even more awkward.
But the disciple soon wore a calm smile and asked,
“I’m sorry, Master. Where were we again? My head hurt terribly during our last lesson, and I can’t recall much. I apologize for not being able to focus.”
Clever brat.
“Were you in pain? Oh dear. I had no idea.”
Still unwilling to let it go, I subtly caught him on his words, and he feigned disappointment as he said,
“You don’t seem interested in me at all, Master.”
Sly little fox.
But he’s right. Back during that lesson, I probably truly had no interest in him.
Instead of pressing further, I put on a gentle-looking smile and flipped through my book.
Let’s see… Neither he nor I knows where we left off, so I might as well just pick a random section and teach from there.
Where should I start? As I flipped through the pages, a perfectly suitable subheading caught my eye.
“Master? Why are you silent?”
“Chapter 2, Section 4. Let’s study ‘Teacher, Father, and Lord Are One,’ Your Highness.”
[This is the timeline separator]Throughout the entire lesson, I felt as if I were sitting on a bed of thorns.
It couldn’t be helped. My disciple has reincarnated many times. His mind must be filled with all sorts of knowledge.
Indeed, in his past life, he was flawless in both civil and martial arts.
And here I am—a mere twenty-one-year-old master—pretending to be some great scholar in front of such a disciple.
He doesn’t know I’ve reincarnated, so he’s acting obedient, but knowing the truth, I felt uneasy. Uncomfortable.
Especially because I knew that beneath that docile expression lay hidden resentment and murderous intent toward me.
Every time he smiled, unpleasant thoughts kept creeping into my mind.
What is he thinking about right now? The times I deceived him? The times I made him appoint me as state preceptor—only to kill me with his own hands?
“Master, your complexion looks worse than usual today.”
“I’ve caught a cold.”
Since he’s also reincarnated, I can’t possibly seek revenge on him.
What good is revenge anyway? I’m too busy just trying to survive.
What I must do isn’t to take revenge, but to treat this unfilial disciple exceptionally well—hoping he won’t kill me again.
I absolutely must not let him find out I’ve reincarnated. If he realizes my kindness isn’t genuine, he’ll surely try to kill me again, won’t he?
“Your Highness.”
“Yes, Master.”
“Your voice is truly lovely.”
“…Yes?”
Hmm. Still, such an abrupt compliment feels a bit off.
Then again, if someone suddenly changes their behavior, that in itself would seem suspicious. I should act like I did in my previous life—just subtly kinder.
‘I’ll wait for the right moment to openly act friendly.’
But just as I made that resolution, the disciple dropped a chilling remark.
“You seem a bit different today, Master.”
It would’ve been an ordinary comment for most, but to me, it felt like a dagger squeezing my heart.
I stopped turning the page and glanced up.
The disciple was resting his chin on the desk, staring at me intently.
My mind began racing. What’s different about me?
Was it that sudden compliment just now? Only once! Then what else could it be?
How did I teach in my past life? I think… I was just… unremarkable. I didn’t like him, but I never openly treated him coldly.
Then what exactly is different?
It felt as if my liver were being wrung dry. The memory of him bringing poison to my lips resurfaced, and my fingertips began trembling again.
I lowered my hands under the desk and stared blankly at my disciple.
He was still watching me carefully.
After a few breaths, I realized this wouldn’t do. I deliberately furrowed my brows and spoke in an annoyed tone.
“I understand that my inadequacy displeases you, Your Highness. But I am still your master, and you are my disciple. Please focus on the lesson during class.”
After reprimanding him coldly, I kept my stern expression and scrutinized his face thoroughly.
Would he be offended? Would he think inwardly, ‘Ah, I suppose I’ll have to kill this master again later’?
With my heart pounding, I held his gaze for a few more breaths—until the sound of wooden clappers signaling the end of the session rang out from outside.
As if on cue, the disciple stopped staring at me, smiled faintly, and closed his book.
“The lesson is over, it seems.”
My tightly clenched heart unfurled like seaweed soaked in water.
I, too, concealed my expression and closed my book.
“I hope our next lesson won’t be wasted like this.”
Just in case, I added something my past self would’ve said.
‘Let’s go home quickly. Facing him is scarier than I thought.’
Instead of waiting for his reply, I hurriedly gathered my things and stood up.
But why is this disciple acting like this? Has he gone mad? Unexpectedly, he stood up as well.
“Shall we go together, Master? I’d like a short walk and will escort you to the gate.”
I nearly blurted out “No!” reflexively. Holding my bundle, I stared at him blankly.
Why would you escort me to the gate? My mind began racing again.
Had he ever escorted me to the gate in my previous life?
Ah, yes. It happened a few times—though not often.
Back then, whenever he did that, I assumed he was seeking affection from me—
the kind of trusting affection typical between an ordinary master and disciple.
But now I’m not so sure. After all, the disciple I taught back then was already a cunning serpent who’d reincarnated many times.
Why did he occasionally escort me? Me—the one who, according to him, had killed him countless times?
Come to think of it, it really is strange. If he’s reincarnated so many times, why did he keep dying at my hands every time?
Even with just one reincarnation, couldn’t he have simply avoided me or kept his distance? Did he keep me close to take revenge, only to be overthrown each time?
“Let’s go.”
After throwing me into confusion, the disciple calmly suggested it.
I had no grounds to refuse. Reluctantly, I nodded and stepped outside with him.
The weather was wonderfully pleasant—completely unlike my mood.
As we walked side by side across the courtyard toward the main gate, Gi Yang, a palace maid, approached and called out to me.
“Um… Yo Dae In.”
Wondering what she wanted, I turned around. She held out something wrapped in yellow paper and said,
“I’d like to give you this.”
“What is it?”
But since I was wary of the Thirteenth Prince, I hesitated to accept it and asked instead. Gi Yang blushed all the way to her ears and replied,
“You helped me last time, and I’m so grateful—but I had no proper way to repay you. It’s modest, but I made these night sweets myself.”
I helped Gi Yang? Did that really happen? I don’t remember at all.
But refusing would seem odd. In my past life, I played the part of a flirt, so I often received gifts from women.
Few women wanted a serious relationship with me, but many wished to be casual friends.
“Thank you, Miss.”
I accepted the bundle of sweets while keeping an eye on the Thirteenth Prince.
But as I turned to leave, it felt too polite.
In my past life, I would’ve made some frivolous remark here to uphold my reputation as a womanizer.
So I must do the same in this life. If I act too differently from before, the disciple might suspect I’ve reincarnated.
“Miss Gi truly has a kind heart. Every time you’re this charming, I fall for you so hard it aches—do you know that?”
Gi Yang burst into laughter, apparently taking it half as a joke.
Thinking that was enough, I still rattled off a few more silly compliments.
Just as Gi Yang was about to reply with a smile—
a sudden snort of laughter erupted from beside me.
That abrupt “Pfft!” sound.
I turned to look—my disciple was staring at me with clear amusement.
“Why are you laughing?”
His reaction felt odd, and I was slightly annoyed—yet I still needed to stay on his good side, so I asked in a somewhat reluctant tone.
Gi Yang also stopped her reply and looked toward the Thirteenth Prince.
“Oh, it’s nothing.”
The disciple shook his head with a faint smile, then looked down at me with a peculiar glint in his eyes and added,
“I was just thinking, Master—you’re wonderful in every way, but far too flirtatious. Your words are rather light.”
[This is the timeline separator]What did he mean by that?
Before reincarnating, I deliberately acted frivolous and foolish like a playboy to hide my cross-dressing.
Thanks to that, my disguise remained intact, though my reputation regarding women was poor.
But no matter what others said, my disciple had never once criticized my personal conduct—not even once.
So why did he openly point it out this time, saying, “Your words are rather light”?
It couldn’t be because I was friendly to his palace maid—I’ve always been affable toward them.
Then is it simply because he’s annoyed with me? Does he dislike me so much that even seeing me smile makes his blood boil?
That’s highly likely. After all, just seeing that brat smile makes my blood boil—his must boil even more.
Damn it. I’ve just finished class and am heading home—why can’t I stop thinking about that damn disciple, even when I’m alone?
In my past life, I prioritized my family above all else and barely gave my disciple a second thought.
Now that I fear him, my mind is completely filled with thoughts of him. It’s absurd.
Was my disciple the same? Did he spend his days haunted by the memory of me killing him?
Is that why, even as I eliminated countless rivals, I always left him until the end—to kill him joyfully at the last moment?
Suddenly, I wondered—should I, like my disciple, try reshaping this life according to my own will?
But I quickly shook my head. Thanks to that damn disciple, I’d already reached the highest position possible in my past life.
If he hadn’t killed me, I would’ve smoothly ascended to Grand Preceptor once I gained enough experience.
No matter how much I try to alter the past, without rebelling, I can’t rise higher—and unlike my royal disciple, I lack the power to rebel.
Besides, I’m not the only one who knows the future.
No—what good is knowing the future? To hide my reincarnation, I mustn’t even avoid the misfortunes destined to happen.
If I change the future to my advantage, the disciple will realize I’ve reincarnated—and this time, he’ll kill me early.
So, sadly, the only thing I can do in this life—despite having reincarnated—is to treat my disciple well and suppress his grudge.
Of course, there’s a strong chance his resentment won’t fully disappear, so I must also prepare to flee.
I’ll treat him well while watching his moods—then, once he seems close to ascending the throne, I’ll quietly resign and disappear into hiding.
‘Right. I should secure about ten hiding places in advance.’
There were a few academy friends well-connected in that sort of thing. I’ll need their help.
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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This is truly just very frustrating why is the princess sooo infatuated girl have a back bone don’t ruin yourself for a man
How many chapters are replaced with that one about princess bomoon? Is it 3rd time already? 😭