49 Times Left, Master! (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 6
“It’s fine. It’s not like it’s torn or anything.”
I didn’t see the wound directly, but it’s probably true. At most, it’s likely a red mark, or maybe a bruise forming here. I covered my neck with both hands this time.
“I can treat it myself, uh, disciple.”
“There’s an excellent ointment for quickly reducing bruises. Let me apply it for you.”
“It’s fine.”
The ointment isn’t the issue—you are! I shook my head and took a hesitant step back.
But I couldn’t retreat any further. As soon as those words left my mouth, the cherry blossom-like smile the 13th Prince had been faking faded away.
The smile bloomed again, but I had already glimpsed his true expression in that fleeting moment. My disciple, with eyes like a frozen lake in winter, smiled as if painted and asked,
“To apply the ointment, I’d need to touch your neck, Master. Is it perhaps that you dislike my hands touching you?”
“That’s not it—”
“It seems that way.”
I tried my best to get on my disciple’s good side, to build a better relationship. But how many days have passed since my regression, and things are already going wrong? Worry crashed over me like waves. At this rate, will I end up dying by my disciple’s hands again?
Still, there’s no helping it. It’s better to be disliked now than to undress and expose my neck in front of my disciple.
Anyway, my disciple probably hates me already. Back then, I wasn’t fond of my disciple either and kept some distance.
Yes, back then, I was drawing a line with my disciple. So let’s draw that line now, too. Let’s postpone getting on his good side. His kill list may have my name, but the moment he kills me is years away, right?
“It’s not proper to casually touch your master’s body.”
But those words were useless.
“It’s an order.”
Because of that single phrase he whispered in my ear as he approached.
When I pursed my lips and glared with resentment, my disciple’s lips curled up less artificially. It seems he enjoys seeing me angry.
Suddenly, I recalled that in my past life, my disciple often smiled like that. Back then, I thought it was just a habit. …Was it a smile he gave when mocking me?
[This is the timeline separator]Following his order, I had to enter a nearby room. But even after entering, I couldn’t easily sit and lingered by the door.
“Are you worried I might do something to you, Master? I don’t understand why you’re so concerned when we’re both men.”
My disciple, belatedly pretending to smile gently, joked, but his words only tightened the grip on my heart. He may act like a flirt, but I’m not a man.
But that was my own issue.
“Make sure no one enters.”
My disciple, who had brought only one guard, gave the order with a glance, and the guard replied, “Yes,” before promptly closing the door. My disciple extended his hand, beckoning me, still standing by the door, to come closer.
“Your Highness…”
“Come here, Master.”
Resisting was futile. I reluctantly approached. Even then, as I stood frozen, my disciple pulled me and sat me in a chair.
As I was forced into the chair, my vision darkened.
He’ll probably tell me to undress so he can apply the medicine. Taking off one layer of clothing wouldn’t immediately reveal I’m a woman, but what if he asks me to remove my inner garments too? That would definitely give it away.
My vision darkened with despair. I clasped my hands tightly, watching in fear as he took out the ointment and opened the lid.
“Lower your collar.”
But unexpectedly, my disciple, who had dipped his fingers in the ointment, gave this order.
“What?”
When I looked at him in surprise, he repeated,
“You need to lower your collar so I can see the wound.”
“Oh… You mean I don’t have to undress? Just lower it?”
When I asked foolishly, a subtle smile appeared on my disciple’s face.
“If you want to undress, you can.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.”
Idiot! Why did I say that when I could’ve just lowered my collar quietly? Before my mouth could say anything more foolish, I quickly lowered my collar to show my neck.
My disciple’s ointment-covered fingers approached. I was scared he might impulsively snap my neck while applying it, but that didn’t happen.
Instead, his touch was surprisingly gentle as he applied the ointment. Strangely so, considering the hatred he harbors for me.
“Your Highness.”
“Does it hurt?”
“No, that’s not it… Your Highness. May I ask a small question?”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you ever save delicious food for later?”
I need to tell my mouth to shut up.
“Why do you ask? Turn your head to the left.”
Why do I ask? Because it’s strange that my disciple, who hates me, is applying the ointment so gently.
But I decided it was better not to say more and kept quiet. My disciple, noticing my silence, also stopped talking. He only carefully moved his hand along the wound on my neck.
All I could do was clench my fists tightly, tense, trying not to let my body react.
When my disciple finally finished applying the ointment and withdrew his fingers, my shoulders slumped in relief. As the ointment lid closed, I thought the sound resembled my heart.
I raised my collar and looked at my disciple. His expression had returned to its usual state. Not angry, not provoked.
When our eyes met, he handed me the ointment he had applied and said,
“Apply it regularly. It’ll help the bruise fade quickly.”
I took the ointment and glanced at him discreetly.
I thought he’d say something more. But he was adjusting his clothes as if applying the ointment was all he needed to do.
In the blink of an eye, my disciple returned to his usual perfect demeanor, smiled gently when our eyes met, and said,
“Then I’ll take my leave, Master. Have fun.”
Should I thank him? I should, right? He hasn’t bared his fangs at me yet, and I’m in a non-regressed state, aren’t I?
How would the past me have reacted? I wasn’t fond of my disciple, but I wouldn’t have ignored his help.
“Have fun too… Your Highness.”
The door closed with a sound. It felt like a whirlwind had passed through. The moment I was left alone, my body went limp.
I sat back in the chair and rested my head on the desk. I wanted to get on my disciple’s good side to lessen his grudge, but it feels like things are going the opposite way. Like we’re colliding even faster?
Should I move up my escape plan?
[This is the timeline separator]My mind was in turmoil, so I couldn’t leave the room right away and rested for a bit. Then I noticed a mirror on the wall and approached it.
When I lowered my collar to check my neck, I understood why my disciple was shocked. Seon An, that jerk. His grip was stronger than I thought, and a bruise was already turning blue.
I clicked my tongue, raised my collar to hide the bruise, and carefully took the ointment before heading out.
As I walked toward the place I promised to meet Seon An, I saw him standing by the door. He spotted me and hurriedly ran over.
“Where did you go?”
“That’s what I want to ask. Where the heck did you go? You dragged me here and then left me alone!”
“I thought I saw my cousin.”
“Your cousin?”
He ditched me and ran off alone because he thought he saw his cousin? What’s wrong with seeing his cousin together? His incomprehensible excuse left me even more confused.
Seon An waved his hand as if it wasn’t a big deal and turned, saying,
“Come this way. I made an appointment with Grandfather, but when I got here, you were gone, and I panicked.”
“Grandfather?”
“My maternal grandfather.”
I followed Seon An absentmindedly, then whispered in shock,
“An appointment with your grandfather out of nowhere? What’s that about?”
The Yu clan handles dangerous and shady dealings in the shadows. Seon An’s maternal grandfather is the head of that clan. I couldn’t help but be shocked.
“Didn’t you say you wanted a hideout?”
“I need to meet your grandfather just to get a hideout?”
“Did you think a hideout is something you can buy at a market stall?”
Well… that makes sense. Now that I think about it, he’s right. But I never imagined I’d suddenly meet the head of the Yu clan here, so my steps grew heavy.
As I walked stiffly with tension, Seon An glanced at me and clicked his tongue.
“I don’t know what I said to you while drunk to make you act like this.”
“You said your grandfather is scary.”
Seon An sighed and lightly patted my back.
“Forget that and relax. You’re just meeting my grandfather as my friend. Walking so tensely makes it weirder.”
Even with his words, my tension didn’t just vanish. Especially after the emotional whirlwind with my disciple earlier.
No matter how much he reassured me, I kept glancing nervously. Seon An shook his head and started walking again.
“Here it is.”
Seon An stopped in front of a door draped with red curtains reaching the floor and announced. Then he called out loudly toward the door,
“Grandfather, it’s me.”
Before any permission to enter came from inside, Seon An pushed the curtains aside and gestured for me to go in.
“Is it okay to go in?”
I mouthed the question, and Seon An nodded.
There was no turning back now. Turning away here would be even stranger.
Besides, I absolutely needed a hideout. No matter how scary the Yu clan head was, the most dangerous person to me was my disciple, the 13th Prince.
“Don’t be nervous, Yo Yohwa. You’ve already died once.”
After taking a deep breath, I stepped inside.
After a few steps, I saw an old man sitting upright on a long, wide bench against the wall. He looked about the same age as my grandfather. Could that be the Yu clan head?
I was extremely nervous from the stories Seon An told me before my regression. But seeing him in person, he resembled Seon An so much that he wasn’t as frightening as I thought.
And beside him…
“It’s my disciple!”
The 13th Prince, who had applied ointment to my neck and left, was there. Again.
My deep breath was for nothing. Forgetting to stay calm, I stared blankly at my disciple.
If Seon An hadn’t come up beside me and nudged my back, I might have stood there with my mouth agape.
But before I could make a fool of myself, Seon An spoke first.
“This is my friend Yo Yohwa, Grandfather.”
Then Seon An made a puzzled “Hm?” sound, looked at the 13th Prince, and asked the Yu clan head,
“Who’s that, Grandfather?”
It seems when Seon An made the appointment with his grandfather, the 13th Prince wasn’t there. Of course, since he was with me at the time.
Darn it. Still, how could the person my disciple was meeting be Seon An’s grandfather of all people!
I cursed inwardly, then my heart sank. Wait. Wait a second. The reason I’m here is for a hideout, right?
My disciple can’t know I’m looking for a hideout!
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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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? 😭