Wet Sand Chapter 3.3

“All the airbags deployed…and it smells of semen.”

Seoh chuckled and nudged Zayed’s chest with the toes of his uninjured foot. He had meant it as a joke.

“I sincerely apologize, Master.”

Zayed replied gloomily. He looked like he would kneel if there was space.

Seoh, who had been half-lying down, sat up, feeling Zayed’s hands wrapping a bandage around his injured foot.

Actually, he had wanted to act spoiled first. He was still shocked and scared.

But he couldn’t fuss like that when his cute underling was so anxious.

“Let’s rest for today. I’m tired too.”

His cool, pale hand playfully kneaded the gloomy man’s cheeks before gently patting them.

Despite the affectionate touch, Zayed remained silent. He had flustered at the smallest mistakes, as if he was about to burst into tears, but now he was just dark and quiet.

Seoh inwardly chuckled at the unfamiliar fluttering in his chest.

He had thought Zayed was just a fool, easy to tease, but he was actually a sly pervert and, in moments like these, a dangerously attractive man.

Seoh shrugged and rested his head on Zayed’s arm.

“Wake me up when we arrive.”

He hadn’t even gotten a proper explanation yet, but after so much had happened in one day, he couldn’t stay awake any longer. Fatigue washed over him like a wave.

His yellow eyes fluttered closed. Soon, Seoh fell fast asleep, his breathing even.

Zayed, still gloomy, stared at Seoh’s face for a long time before carefully wrapping his arms around him.

“….”

It was sickeningly confusing. Zayed, holding the dust-covered but sculpted Seoh, sighed.

Objectively, it wasn’t a big deal. He was a little surprised that those uneducated bastards had used an anesthetic, but this level of conflict was considered tame in the desert.

But this time, Seoh was with him.

Because of his stupid mistake, this precious young master had been put in danger. The thought alone made him dizzy.

He knew it was ridiculous how he was hesitating, unable to lay a hand on Seoh even though he was supposed to kill him.

He rationalized it by saying there was still time before the execution date, so he would just stay put for now….

Giving up on the mission here wasn’t an option for him.

Now that the plan for Oasis was in place, he couldn’t let Seoh go because of some misplaced sympathy.

How could he compare the lives of eighty-two people, like family to him, to the life of one annoying nobleman?

But seeing Seoh actually in danger….

‘It’s even more fucked up than I imagined.’

Since when had he become so compassionate? Did he think they were lovers just because they had fucked once?

Rumble, rumble.

The self-driving car turned onto a side road. The hotel lights flickered beyond the dark dawn landscape.

Zayed cursed inwardly, even annoyed by the rattling car. It was a high-end model, but the Onka family could have afforded a safer and more comfortable vehicle.

The image of Tethys Onka’s face popped into Zayed’s mind.

‘Stingy, petty bastard.’

He knew better than anyone that he was spitting in his own face.

Zayed parked in the parking lot near the entrance and slowly lifted Seoh from his arms. He must have been exhausted because he didn’t stir even as Zayed carried him, despite his usual difficulty sleeping.

Zayed said curtly to the half-asleep receptionist, “Check-in. And have that car serviced.”

Zayed, receiving the room key, quickly walked with Seoh in his arms.

It was late at night, but perhaps because of the nearby bar, there were a few people scattered around the lobby.

Slightly tipsy tourists glanced curiously at the large man and the beauty in his arms.

Zayed irritably turned Seoh’s face towards his chest, hiding him. He couldn’t just gouge out the eyes of strangers.

Zayed first entered the room he had booked for himself. They were both covered in dirt, so he planned to wash up and change before moving Seoh to a clean room.

His thick arms laid the slender body on the bed. He was dressed, but his clothes were a mess of bodily fluids and dirt. He couldn’t leave Seoh like this.

But as soon as he put him down, Seoh grabbed Zayed’s clothes tightly.

“Mmm… don’t go.”

His pronunciation was slurred as if he was still half-asleep, but his grip was strong.

Zayed felt his insides churn again.

Though he didn’t look it, Seoh was still young. Moreover, he was a sheltered flower, so the shock must have been immense.

“Please sleep without worry.”

Zayed replied as gently as possible and quickly took off his clothes.

Normally, it would be unthinkable, but it was pointless to worry about appearances now. Taking a quick bath was the priority.

Zayed stripped the groaning Seoh and carried him as he had when they entered the room.

He settled into the bathtub with Seoh in his arms. It was incredibly cramped, but as long as Seoh was comfortable, he didn’t mind.

His tanned hand carefully placed Seoh’s bandaged foot outside the tub and turned on the water. Seoh sighed contentedly as the warm water filled the tub.

“Ah, this is nice.”

“Is the temperature alright?”

It was a question he asked every day. Seoh, feeling the same, smiled with his eyes closed.

“Except for your dick touching my back, it’s perfect.”

“…I apologize.”

Zayed mumbled. This was an unavoidable physiological phenomenon.

No matter how much of a scumbag he was, he wasn’t going to touch Seoh now. But what man wouldn’t get hard with such a body in front of him?

“I never thought I’d be held like this in my life. It’s not so bad.”

And it’s warm. Seoh added, giggling. Zayed’s cock swelled even more. His languid laughter grew louder as well.

Zayed squeezed his eyes shut and then started washing Seoh. He massaged his tense muscles as if giving him a massage and wiped away the dried dirt.

His skin, paler than pearls, was incredibly smooth. Could a person be this beautiful? Zayed grumbled inwardly.

He used to enjoy the sight without a second thought, but now it felt a little uncomfortable. To be precise, he was uneasy because Seoh was excessively beautiful.

Seoh leaned back and relaxed.

“I finally feel alive.”

His muscles relaxed, and his fatigue washed away. The feeling of being enveloped by someone much larger than him was also cozy.

“I wish you were my brother, Zayed.”

“….”

Zayed, who had been lathering him, was speechless. It was an inappropriate comment in many ways.

First of all, Tethys and he weren’t that different, both being human trash…

“A brother pressing his dick against his younger brother’s back?”

“Hmm, that is a bit strange.”

Zayed frowned, finding the thought unpleasant. He didn’t think Tethys, obsessed with their mother, would do such a thing, but what if he had touched Seoh?

If he’d sensed anything strange, he would have returned to Tefan immediately. Zayed pursed his lips and sighed deeply.

“Let me help you up.”

He was used to attending to baths. Maybe he was more suited to be a bath attendant than a bodyguard.

Zayed had these silly thoughts as he lifted the squeaky-clean Seoh from the bathtub.

Seoh had a strong and well-proportioned physique, but to Zayed, who was increasingly losing his objectivity, he only looked delicate and fragile.

Zayed dried him with a thick, fluffy towel, rinsed himself, and then lifted Seoh again.

Seoh, standing naked in the middle of the bathroom, yawned slowly and asked, “Aren’t I heavy?”

“You hurt your foot.”

Of course, he wasn’t heavy, and even if he were, it wouldn’t have mattered.

Zayed exited the bathroom, put a robe on Seoh, and changed his bandage. The wound on his soft, delicate foot was an eyesore.

Seoh chuckled at Zayed’s increasingly cautious touch.

“I feel like a baby.”

He felt pathetic for being such a helpless master, but he enjoyed Zayed’s worried care.

“It’s my fault.”

Zayed replied quietly, dressed roughly, and then applied lotion to Seoh. He didn’t forget to dry Seoh’s damp, black hair.

“Let’s go to your room.”

“Not here?”

“There’s too much dust here…”

Zayed, carrying Seoh who now familiarly held out his arms, exited the room and opened the next door.

“Please sleep. I’ll explain everything when you wake up.”

Zayed laid Seoh on the clean bed. It was very late.

It was a feat that he wasn’t already unconscious, having lost sleep the night before, gone sightseeing, rolled around with his perverted servant, and then been in an accident.

Seoh, staring as Zayed put him down and stood up, wrapped his legs around Zayed’s waist and pulled him down. The large man tumbled onto the bed with a thud.

“I told you not to go.”

Seoh forced Zayed to lie down beside him and patted his chest.

“The bed is big, you should sleep somewhere clean too.”

“But how can I…”

“Are we being formal now?”

Seoh found it amusing that Zayed was trying to distance himself after having cum on him.

“I don’t want to sleep alone, so stay with me.”

It was true. He had only been alone in the tent for an hour or two, but honestly, he had been scared. No matter how tired he was, he didn’t want to sleep alone.

“Goodnight.”

Seoh snuggled into the stunned Zayed and closed his eyes. Zayed’s chest, which seemed hard, was warmer and softer than it looked.

‘I think I’m addicted to this body.’

Seoh smirked inwardly. As if by magic, his entire body relaxed.

Zayed, frozen, only exhaled after a long while.

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The bed was clearly a double, but it looked cramped with two men lying on it.

Both were well-built, but the one with brown skin and near-white blond hair was especially large.

Even in his sleep, his muscular body was covered in countless scars.

His large build and physique gave him an overwhelming presence. But he wasn’t just brute force.

His overall bone structure, with prominent brow ridges, a high nose bridge, and a sharp jawline, was distinct and wild, but his deep-set, even eyes and slightly lighter eyelashes added a touch of delicacy. He had an air of both vigor and gloom.

“Mmm….”

The larger man, Zayed, opened his eyes first. His gray eyes, with a reddish tinge around the pupils, gleamed. They were warm yet cool.

Zayed turned his head slightly to check the time. It was a little before noon.

‘I slept well.’

He was dumbfounded. He had slept soundly despite the accident last night.

He hadn’t actually slept long, as he’d been awake for a while after sunrise, but he couldn’t believe how deeply he had slept.

‘Seoh…’

Zayed gently stroked Seoh’s hair, his face practically buried in Zayed’s chest. His slightly parted red lips revealed his white front teeth.

‘So damn pretty…’

Zayed clicked his tongue. He was flawless, no matter how much Zayed scrutinized him. He even had so little body hair that there wasn’t a trace of stubble.

If he continued living as a wealthy nobleman in a decent city like he had been, his appearance would only be an asset…

“Zayed….”

“Yes.”

Seoh mumbled with his eyes closed.

“You’re snoring too loudly.”

Zayed flinched and covered his nose and mouth with his hand.

Seoh chuckled and slowly blinked open his eyes. His bright eyes sparkled in the morning sun. Their clear, fresh color, like a freshly picked lemon, made Zayed’s mouth water.

‘Now even his eyes look delicious.’

He wasn’t a cannibal, but there wasn’t a single part of Seoh’s body that didn’t make his mouth water.

“Your heart is beating really fast too.”

Seoh laughed, put his hand on Zayed’s chest near his ear, and then shifted his body to sit astride Zayed’s stomach.

“Now, shall we hear your explanation?”

His pretense of arrogance, chin held high, was incredibly stimulating for Zayed. Beads of sweat formed on his smooth forehead.

“Master. Sit on the chair…”

“This chair is fine. A bit bumpy, though.”

Seoh bounced his lower body up and down a few times. It was a deliberate tease, but Zayed couldn’t do anything about it.

“It’s strange. The fact that you’re happy even with a man on top of you…”

Seoh, leisurely straddling Zayed’s body, which was tensing up from head to toe, glanced back. As expected, Zayed’s groin was bulging.

‘I even touched that.’

Although he hadn’t been able to do much before being flipped over.

Seoh, remembering that moment, which felt like ages ago even though it was yesterday, twitched his lips. His beautiful face took on a slightly mischievous look.

“Are you a top or a bottom?”

“….”

“Hmm. You even threatened to penetrate me, so…”

“M, Master!”

Zayed, who had been gaping at Seoh’s question, startled and sat up, lifting Seoh by his armpits.

Seoh chuckled at being lifted like a child.

He had committed many sinful acts in just one day. Zayed carefully put Seoh down and mumbled, “That was… I was just excited yesterday. I was worried that Master might become interested in men…”

“Is there a reason I shouldn’t be involved with men?”

At the genuinely curious question, Zayed’s drooping eyes regained their intensity.

Was that even a question? Playing around with women wasn’t exactly safe, but men were far worse and more dangerous.

‘…Dangerous?’

Since when had he cared so much about Seoh’s safety? Zayed licked his lips.

He hadn’t neglected his duty to protect Seoh, at least out of a sense of minimal responsibility. He had even been unusually cautious, considering Seoh’s unique constitution…

When had it happened? When had he started genuinely wishing for Seoh’s safety?

“Why aren’t you answering?”

Seoh snapped his fingers in front of the dazed Zayed.

“…Because I don’t like it.”

Even to himself, it sounded like a pathetic answer. Zayed subtly lowered his gaze.

It was true. He didn’t like Seoh being in danger, and now he didn’t like the thought of Seoh being with another man.

He didn’t understand himself, but something within him, dark for the past few weeks, months, or maybe even years, had changed without him realizing it.

Seoh grabbed Zayed’s chin and made him meet his eyes.

“Are you jealous?”

The relaxed smile painted on Seoh’s white face irritated Zayed. Despite his vulnerable state, he was still an arrogant brat.

“Well… yes. But you don’t have to worry about it, Master. I’m sufficiently satisfied as it is.”

“The ‘jealous’ part was cute, but the rest was unnecessary.”

Seoh raised an eyebrow and sat up. His mind was also quite complicated. He got off the bed and sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs.

Seoh realized exactly what kind of answer he had been expecting. The problem was that it would be troublesome to hear it. It was a perverse desire.

Seoh touched his lips, lost in thought, and then blurted out, “Zayed, want to make a bet?”

He never got tired of the stupid expression on his handsome servant’s face. Seoh’s eyes narrowed.

“If you say a certain phrase, I’ll let you have a proper night of fun with me.”

“…Pardon?”

“The deadline is before I get married.”

No matter how cute Zayed was, he had to remain faithful after marriage.

Seoh, looking at Zayed who was still blinking blankly, burst out laughing.

“I mean, I’ll give you this body for a single phrase.”

“P, pardon?”

Zayed’s thick voice cracked. Seoh chuckled and shrugged.

“You can even put it inside me if you want. Isn’t that an honor?”

It was a bombshell of a statement.

“…Zayed. Breathe.”

Only after Seoh patted his shoulder did Zayed realize he had forgotten to breathe.

His tanned cheeks flushed a fiery red, but his expression was stiff, like someone facing imminent death.

His lower abdomen churned. He couldn’t tell if he was happy or angry.

“Yes. I understand.”

He should have scolded Seoh, asking if he knew what he was saying, but his cunning mouth moved on its own.

‘You sly thing.’

Zayed grumbled inwardly. But it was an irresistible offer.

He had planned to ravish Seoh anyway, but it would be better to get his consent, wouldn’t it? It would be much better than Seoh’s last memory being of him screaming while being raped.

“…Are there any hints?”

Making such a callous calculation, Zayed asked shamelessly. He didn’t need to be polite now that his desire had been exposed.

“So bold.”

Seoh shook his head.

“I’ll go wash up, so prepare yourself.”

“…Prepare for what?”

Zayed asked, flustered. He knew Seoh had a high libido… He had been enjoying himself quite a bit yesterday, even before the car flipped…

“What are you imagining? I have a lot of questions about last night, so think about it.”

“Ah, yes.”

Zayed’s face flushed. Such a pervert. Seoh clicked his tongue and stood up, stretching.

Zayed, clearing his throat in embarrassment, hurried over.

“Ah, can you walk?”

“Anyone would think I was stabbed.”

Seoh leisurely walked towards the bathroom. It still stung, but it wasn’t unbearable.

Seoh, poking his head out of the bathroom, ordered shamelessly, “Prepare a meal too. Thanks to you, I exerted myself quite a bit last night, so I’m hungry.”

The perverted servant, standing blankly, nodded vigorously.

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“I think we should ask Lange to pick us up.”

Zayed said, piling Seoh’s plate high with bibim guksu (spicy mixed noodles). It was the conclusion he had reached after last night’s events.

“Why?”

“Last night’s accident happened because of me. I didn’t assign any additional escort because it was supposed to be a safe travel route… but now that something has happened, we can’t continue like this.”

Seoh twirled the noodles around his chopsticks and put them in his mouth. It was full of vegetables and had a sweet and sour flavor that suited his taste.

Seoh recalled his memories. He needed a more detailed explanation.

“You knew that long-haired, tattooed man, right? Hashim, was it?”

He didn’t usually pry into people’s pasts, but since their safety was at stake, he couldn’t just gloss over it.

“Yes. I told you I was briefly part of a group called Oasis, right? There are many such groups, big and small, in the desert. The leader of ‘Casino,’ the man we encountered yesterday, is Hashim Python.”

Zayed gulped down his water. He never thought the day would come when he’d have to explain all this to Seoh.

“And… I lied to you about something.”

His voice was hesitant. He felt even more guilty because it wasn’t just one lie he was hiding.

Seoh, munching on a tomato, raised an eyebrow.

“I suppose the lie is about your short stay at Oasis.”

“Yes.”

“We’ll talk about that later. Continue.”

Seoh glared at the nervous Zayed and gestured with his chopsticks.

“Groups in the desert usually name themselves after their base. ‘Casino’ is, as the name suggests, a group based in a building that used to be a casino.”

Zayed recalled the Casino. The main building itself was small, but the way it had been haphazardly expanded with scrap materials was quite impressive.

Perhaps because of its name, gambling frequently took place there, and many people came and went for a desert thug stronghold.

“So your group really lived near an oasis?”

Seoh tilted his head. He couldn’t imagine such a dreamy place existing here.

“No. Oasis is… a water park.”

Zayed scratched the back of his neck, embarrassed. Seoh’s eyes widened.

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Strictly speaking, if one defined “hometown” as “the place of birth,” Oasis wasn’t Zayed’s hometown.

He was born in a small tent village about 10km away from Oasis.

There weren’t many comfortable places in the desert, but the village where Zayed was born was particularly poor and harsh.

He was about ten years old when he discovered Oasis and moved there.

Zayed, wandering farther than usual, stumbled upon another world while climbing an unfamiliar mountain.

It was a luxurious resort centered around a huge dome-shaped building, with low-rise hotels scattered around it.

It was a bit eerie, but it was so well-preserved and beautiful that young Zayed wondered if he was hallucinating. But the sign with the word “Oasis” elegantly engraved on it was too vivid to be a fantasy.

After realizing it wasn’t a dream, Zayed ran back to his tent village without rest and told everyone what he had seen.

And so, the poor village without a proper name abandoned their old tents and made Oasis their new home.

Perhaps because it was located in a remote part of the desert, bordering the national border and the sea, Oasis had mostly retained its appearance from a hundred years ago.

Not only was it large and the buildings intact, but it also had ample living spaces, incomparable to tents. By desert standards, Oasis was paradise. And it held a very important secret.

But their comfortable life didn’t last long.

In the desert, where most areas were in ruins and even the intact buildings were crumbling one by one, conflicts over habitable areas were frequent.

Oasis also quickly became a target. They might have been safe if they had remained unknown, but once the village was established and the number of people coming and going increased, word about Oasis spread quickly.

As a result, Zayed, from his early teens, had to carry a long stick with a blade attached and stab the thugs who swarmed in like cockroaches.

However, once larger groups started targeting Oasis, he could no longer defend it with a mere stick.

Unlike most groups, which consisted of violent outlaws, Oasis had few fighters. No matter how skilled Zayed was, it was difficult to overcome the sheer difference in numbers.

One of the groups they frequently clashed with around that time was “Casino.” Compared to the others, they were relatively weak and not very threatening, but they were a thorn in Zayed’s side.

Unlike the others, whom he could simply beat down, Hashim Python was a cunning man.

He tried to coax and threaten Zayed and the people of Oasis, constantly harassing them.

Amidst all this, Zayed, now grown, joined a nearby mercenary group.

He needed money as well as his fists to survive. He also took the opportunity to recruit useful people to Oasis.

But despite his persistent efforts, Oasis fell.

In the end, Zayed and the people of Oasis had to leave their beloved home.

…Zayed explained this history to Seoh in a concise manner.

He glossed over the part about killing people with weapons since he was thirteen and avoided mentioning the filthy and disgusting things he had seen.

Seoh, who had been listening quietly, asked, “You were driven out?”

“Yes. It was a decision made because we couldn’t hold on any longer. After that, we’ve been living in different places. I left the desert.”

And then he met Seoh.

That was the second stroke of luck in Zayed’s life.

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity had arisen: he could receive an enormous reward for taking care of an aristocratic brat for a few years and then killing him at the right time.

Zayed glanced at Seoh and then quickly looked away.

“…So I didn’t expect anyone to be interested when I showed up in the desert.”

The fight was over, and they had lost Oasis, which everyone coveted. There was no reason for anyone to look for him.

“But why Hashim?”

Seoh also seemed puzzled. Just thinking about Hashim made him frown. Zayed, his brow furrowed, replied, “He asked me to connect him with Oasis. He said he had information he wanted to share.”

He was still a disgusting person, even after all this time. He had even put Seoh in danger. If it weren’t for the urgent situation… Zayed gritted his teeth.

“He seemed to want to cooperate. He was spouting nonsense about sharing Oasis… but he didn’t tell me the details. I’m not the leader of Oasis anymore.”

But Hashim had overlooked one thing. Contrary to what was publicly known, Zayed was still a member of Oasis and a key figure.

“He said he’d been searching for over a year to contact Oasis. He even planted people in major rest stops like Beyon. …In the end, I was the unlucky one who got caught.”

Zayed wrinkled his nose.

Unusually, Oasis had more non-combatants than fighters, and it was difficult for outsiders to recognize their faces since they didn’t appear in public.

It would have been very difficult to find Oasis, which was already keeping a low profile.

And he had returned to the desert at such a time.

“…That’s incredible.”

Seoh, who had been silent for a while, started eating his noodles again. People fighting with weapons to protect their homes. Seoh sucked on his chopsticks with a troubled expression.

“It’s hard to believe this is happening in this day and age.”

“It’s barbaric.”

“I can’t deny that.”

Seoh replied honestly.

“So, did you end up telling him the current location of Oasis? Is that okay?”

Zayed shook his head at the following question.

“I only told him how to contact Oasis. The person currently leading Oasis is very wise, so it won’t be a big problem.”

Moreover, he had planned to tell them to refuse whatever Hashim said. Even if Hashim had useful information, there was no need to take the risk.

He would soon receive a fortune, so why would he jump back into the fray?

‘Soon…’

Zayed sighed, his heart heavy.

Seoh, unaware of Zayed’s true dilemma, asked, “Why did you lie about being from the desert?”

“…Because I’m ashamed.”

Zayed answered truthfully.

Today, he didn’t feel like making excuses to Seoh. It was a stark truth, even surprising himself.

He had many excuses, like people’s gazes and unnecessary suspicion, but Zayed was fundamentally ashamed of his origins.

This was one of the reasons he was jealous of Seoh.

“If I thought you would be prejudiced, I would have been angry… well, it can’t be helped.”

Seoh, looking up at Zayed, blinked, his eyebrows raised. Then he grabbed a handful of cherry tomatoes, stems removed, and shoved them into Zayed’s mouth.

“Mmph?”

“You’re more sensitive than you look.”

Zayed chewed and swallowed the cherry tomatoes that filled his mouth.

Not only was he called cute, but now sensitive? He was truly puzzled by what Seoh saw in him.

Seoh, watching Zayed eat the tomatoes with satisfaction, clapped his hands lightly.

“So, I’ve heard a rough explanation of the situation…”

He hadn’t grasped every detail, but he understood enough to make sense of yesterday’s events. Now it was time to discuss Zayed’s proposal.

“You said you’d ask Lange to pick us up. What reason will you give? Are you going to honestly tell them you were attacked because of you?”

“…”

Zayed stared blankly at Seoh, his mouth shut. Did he have to reveal such details? He thought it would be enough to say they were in an accident.

“If I’m in an accident, they’ll hold you, my bodyguard, responsible. It’ll be a problem if it wasn’t your fault, and an even bigger problem if it was.”

“I’ll accept any punishment.”

Honestly, he felt like being punished would be a relief. He had no complaints about any punishment as long as he wasn’t driven away from Seoh’s side.

Moreover, Zayed was certain that Count Lange couldn’t do anything to him.

He was also an accomplice in this plan.

Seoh clicked his tongue at the naive Zayed.

“You’re so dense. Why cause unnecessary trouble?”

If he told Lange the truth, the news would naturally reach his family, and even if not immediately, Zayed’s position as his bodyguard would be jeopardized after they returned to Tefan.

He could handle Tethys himself, but… it would be troublesome if his father got involved.

Zayed asked politely, “Then what should we do?”

“We’ll have to call them since the car is wrecked.”

“What should I tell them…?”

Seoh, having finished his bibim guksu, smiled cheerfully.

Zayed, wondering what strange thing this mischievous young master was going to say, broke out in a cold sweat.

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Hazar Lange received a summons from his father while enjoying a late lunch with his siblings.

The eldest son of the loyal Lange family headed straight to his father’s office without any complaints or questions.

“What is it?”

Hazar Lange, with his soft, light brown skin and bright blond hair, was a handsome man with a friendly demeanor.

Hazar, in his mid-twenties, brimming with youthful energy, stood upright in front of the desk and asked.

And Ivan Lange, a middle-aged man who, though smaller and heavier, looked just like Hazar, opened his mouth with a strange expression.

“…You need to go welcome a guest.”

He looked slightly dumbfounded and displeased. Hazar asked, “By guest, do you mean Seoh Onka?”

He had heard a few days ago that Seoh Onka’s arrival would be delayed by a day. But to suddenly go welcome him?

Ivan chuckled and put his tobacco pipe in his mouth.

“He’s injured.”

“Is it a serious injury?”

The startled Hazar asked with a worried expression. It was unsettling to hear that a guest, who might become family, was injured, even if it wasn’t confirmed yet.

“He says he cut the sole of his foot on a rock.”

“…Pardon?”

Was the rock shaped like a knife blade? Hazar made a dumbfounded sound.

“I heard he was a hypochondriac, and it seems to be true. He’s throwing a tantrum, saying he can’t move anymore.”

“…”

He knew Seoh Onka was younger than him, but he was still a grown adult. Hazar rolled his eyes, not quite understanding.

Ivan finally scoffed and clicked his tongue.

“He says he’s in excruciating pain and demands that you bring a doctor and pick him up as soon as possible.”