49 Times Left, Master! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
There’s no time to spare.
The day after I made up my mind, I went straight to my friend Seon An’s house.
If my younger sister Lin Hwa found out, she’d throw a fit, shouting, “Why is my sister visiting Lord Seon An? Does she have ulterior motives toward him?”—but there’s nothing I can do about it.
After all, I’d heard that Seon An’s maternal family was involved in some secretive and shady dealings.
No, setting that aside—Lin Hwa suspecting something between Seon An and me is absurd to begin with.
Seon An knows me as a lecherous man. Wouldn’t it look even stranger if Lin Hwa started making a scene in the middle of it all?
“Isn’t that Lord Yo?”
As I approached the front gate, the gatekeeper immediately recognized my face and greeted me cheerfully.
“Have you been well?”
“I’m always the same. Lord Yo, you’re as striking as ever.”
As always, I handed the gatekeeper a handful of coins and asked,
“Is Ani in? Is he inside?”
“Don’t even ask. He was dragged back again after going to the gambling den.”
“Oh dear.”
I shook my head and clicked my tongue, and the gatekeeper stared at me intently before sighing deeply.
“If only our young master Seon were half as proper as Lord Yo—”
“Such flattery for a few coins is excessive, Sik Ah.”
At the voice from beyond the gate, the gatekeeper quickly fell silent.
Soon, the large gate opened from the inside, revealing Seon An with a smile on his face.
“Oh, I was just speaking idly.”
The gatekeeper, clearly not expecting Seon An to have overheard everything, hurriedly backtracked.
Seon An snorted, though he didn’t seem truly annoyed.
“And what’s so proper about this fellow? He’s a flirt who wags his tail at every woman he sees.”
Wait—was he actually annoyed?
At Seon An’s serious scolding, the gatekeeper chuckled nervously.
“Oh dear, young master…”
I felt we’d had enough idle chatter, so I patted the gatekeeper’s back a couple of times and grabbed Seon An’s arm.
“Ani, talk to me for a bit. It’s important.”
“You flirt—trying to charm even our household servant Sik Ah now?”
“What are you talking about?”
Ignoring his grumbling, I held onto Seon An’s arm and walked into his room.
“My room—why are you leading the way?”
Though complaining, Seon An obediently followed me.
“How about some tea? A batch with an exquisite aroma just arrived—you’ll like it.”
“No, thanks.”
As soon as I entered the room, I shut the door.
“You won’t have tea?”
As I sat down in a chair, Seon An asked in a puzzled tone.
“Why not? You always liked our tea, didn’t you?”
“It’s not your tea I like, Ani. It’s your maid, Wol Hyang.”
Seon An snorted.
“Is that supposed to be a boast? At the very least, try hiding such feelings.”
“Fine. I like you.”
Lowering both ends of my eyebrows as I spoke, Seon An clicked his tongue and waved his hand dismissively.
“So you expect me to bow down in gratitude? Forget it. What’s the matter? If it’s serious enough that you’d skip seeing Wol Hyang—the one you claim to adore so much—then it must be grave.”
Indeed. Something unimaginably enormous had happened.
I let out a small sigh.
If I told Seon An right now, “I’ve lived through the future and returned to the past. My disciple will become emperor in the future,” he’d probably panic and clamp his hand over my mouth immediately.
After all, claiming to know who’ll become emperor in the future could be seen as treasonous.
“Hey, Ani. You said your maternal family handles secretive and shadowy matters, right?”
Skipping explanations, I carefully broached the subject.
At the mention of his maternal family, Seon An raised his eyebrows and stared at me intently.
Seon An’s maternal family, the Yu clan, was prominent in the underworld, but having grown up mingling only with noble young masters since childhood, Seon An never held his maternal kin in high regard.
His current displeasure was likely because I’d brought up his maternal family—he’d always called it a source of shame.
“Could you possibly arrange a hiding place—somewhere no one knows about?”
But this was a matter of life and death. Clasping my hands tightly together, I looked at him pleadingly.
“Maybe include forged identification papers or something like that.”
Yet… for some reason, Seon An just stared at me with a rigid expression, offering no reply.
“Ani?”
His face looked as worn as weathered stone, so I called his name worriedly.
“Are you angry because I mentioned your maternal family? Sorry—it’s truly urgent.”
But Seon An seemed like a man who’d lost his voice. He gave no reaction at all.
How long had we stood like that? Growing uncomfortable from waiting endlessly, I cautiously called out again.
“Ani?”
In that instant, Seon An’s expression twisted eerily. In a flash, his hand reached my throat—he gripped my neck tightly.
“Who are you?”
And the madman said something strange.
Worse, as if he didn’t even care to hear my answer, he didn’t loosen his grip at all.
With my windpipe pressed inward, breathing grew difficult, so I instinctively clamped down hard on his neck too—faster than struggling to pry his hands away.
We held each other’s throats in a stalemate for a long while. Finally, Seon An released my neck.
I wanted to hold on longer, but a violent fit of coughing burst out uncontrollably, forcing my back to hunch over.
Helplessly, we both let go, and I pounded my chest frantically.
Only after coughing so hard my throat throbbed did the sensation of something stuck finally fade.
Still pounding my chest, I glared at Seon An.
Despite choking each other, he looked perfectly fine—staring down at me with cool, composed eyes.
Seeing that gaze, anger surged through me belatedly.
“You bastard. Are you insane?”
Unable to hold back, I grabbed him by the collar.
But Seon An, instead, seized both my wrists firmly and demanded,
“Answer my question first—who are you?”
“You jerk—that’s my line! Who are you? My friend Ani isn’t someone violent like you.”
“!”
“No, starting tomorrow, you’re not even my friend. Attacking someone’s throat out of nowhere like that!”
It’s only been three days since I died from poison and returned. Dying again by strangulation after just three days would be utterly unfair!
Ah, my throat hurts so much. If I look in the mirror, there’ll surely be red marks from his hands.
At least if it’s just marks. It might even bruise dark blue in the exact shape of his fingers.
How long had I been fuming like this?
Just as my eyes grew hot and tears threatened to well up, Seon An abruptly released my wrists as if shaking them off and asked,
“Where did you hear about my maternal family?”
I snapped back,
“From your own mouth!”
But as soon as I shouted it, my heart sank.
Now that I thought about it, the timing of when Seon An had told me about his maternal family… was unclear.
He had told me in my previous life, yes—but I couldn’t recall exactly when.
It seemed like it was after he’d gotten drunk and slipped up.
Seon An’s eyes narrowed. Damn it. In this life, he probably hadn’t told me yet—that’s why he’s suspicious.
‘What do I do now?’
My heart pounded against my skull like a drum, urging me to resolve this situation quickly.
Thinking fast, I half-confessed honestly.
“You said it yourself when you were drunk.”
“When? I don’t remember.”
“Of course you don’t—you were drunk! When I mentioned my sister liked you, you brought up your maternal family, saying we weren’t suited!”
Aside from the fact it hadn’t happened yet in this timeline, it was the truth.
When I’d been drunk and first brought up Lin Hwa, he’d refused, pained, using his maternal family as an excuse.
Since Seon An didn’t yet know Lin Hwa’s feelings at this point, he stared at me bewildered—then suddenly asked in shock,
“Miss Lin Hwa likes me?”
Just as I’d intended, the topic had shifted from his maternal family to my sister.
Relieved inside, I deliberately ground my teeth loudly and exaggeratedly.
“She does. But you’ll never be allowed to marry her. I won’t let my family be tied to a bastard who strangles people when angry.”
“!”
Seon An looked startled for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.
“You’re right. I’m unworthy of your sister.”
He suddenly looked pitifully forlorn.
But I refused to be swayed—I crossed my arms, snorted, and turned my head away.
Seeing my clear anger, Seon An belatedly apologized.
“Sorry. It’s just… you knew a secret about my mother that I’ve never told anyone… so I got suspicious.”
“What’s there to suspect? If not you, who else would I hear this from?”
“It’s complicated. Assassins have actually come after me.”
“Assassins? They came? After whom? You?”
“Hmm… well… never mind.”
After dropping such an alarming word, Seon An vaguely brushed it off, stood up, and shyly offered,
“Anyway, I’m sorry—I’ll help you find a hiding place. But why do you suddenly need one?”
“I’ve got some business of my own.”
Mirroring his earlier vagueness, I gave a noncommittal reply, and Seon An raised an eyebrow.
But seeming to realize he couldn’t press me for details when he himself hadn’t fully explained, he simply shrugged and opened the door.
“Follow me. With enough money, finding a place is easy.”
[This is the timeline separator]Confidently leaving his house, Seon An took me to Cheon Geum Su Hwa, his regular gambling den.
Never expecting he’d bring me to a gambling den, I stood bewildered at the entrance and asked,
“Do I have to win a hiding place through gambling? Must we go in here?”
Seon An shook his head and lowered his voice.
“We’re not here to gamble. This den belongs to our maternal family.”
“R-really?”
I hadn’t known that even in my previous life. I knew he frequented gambling dens, but assumed it was just a hobby.
“What did you think I came here for?”
“For gambling, obviously.”
Frowning, Seon An pinched my arm once, then grabbed it and pulled me along.
‘Ah… if my parents find out, they’ll kill me.’
Staring blankly at the red curtain hanging all the way to the floor, I squeezed my eyes shut and stepped inside.
True to its reputation as the most glamorous gambling den in Hwa Eum Capital, Cheon Geum Su Hwa’s interior was dazzlingly opulent.
The floors, pillars, and ceiling all gleamed gold, and enormous translucent fabric flowers were scattered everywhere.
Inside private rooms surrounded by these giant blossoms, people gambled or drank, while musicians played melodies on the central stage.
But just as I stood frozen in this unfamiliar space—
“Huh?”
Seon An’s expression hardened as he spotted someone passing by. He quickly patted my arm and said,
“Wait here a moment. If staff come, tell them you’re waiting for me by name.”
“And you?”
“Just a moment.”
With that, Seon An abruptly dashed off somewhere.
I’d followed him here just on his word, into this unfamiliar den—and in an instant, I was left alone in this strange place.
Standing there awkwardly, passersby glanced at me and giggled amongst themselves.
Apparently, my neat scholar’s robes looked ridiculous amid this lavish gambling den.
Damn it. I came to find a hiding place—how did it come to this?
I cursed inwardly but obediently stood still as Seon An instructed, waiting for him.
Even when a staff member approached offering to show me to a room, I declined, giving Seon An’s name.
After about a quarter hour, my legs ached, I grew irritated, and I started wanting to leave.
Then, from not far away, I heard the voice I feared most.
“Could it be… Master?”
“!”
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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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? 😭