Han Soyeon's POV
"Mmph!!"
"What… what are you doing?!"
The last shred of Yuseong's clothing tore away as I opened my mouth. If this was the end, then just once…!
But my desperate struggle was swiftly crushed.
"Soyeon! What are you doing?! Aren't you ashamed before your master?!"
"Let go!! Let me go!!!"
Before I could touch him—his lips, his hands—my arms were seized from behind, locked in an iron grip.
Thrash, thrash.
"Yuseong!! Yuseoooong!!!!"
"Ugh… Gah… I'll hear the details later—calm him down for now!"
Tap.
A sharp sensation hit my pressure point. As expected from a master, his inner energy struck with pinpoint precision, leaving me powerless as darkness consumed my vision.
Yuseong… ah…
Through my fading sight, I glimpsed Yuseong—fear etched on his face, yet a flicker of relief at this interruption. That was the last thing I saw before my consciousness sank into the abyss…
Crunch!
I bit down on my finger, grinding past blood to bone.
"What the—?!"
