Chapter 106: Why Not Call It A Draw? (1)

Chapter 106: Why Not Call It A Draw? (1)

Slave~

Yes Madam.

Todays meal seems especially delicious~

Baekdo, seated at the dining table, giggled and playfully bit the end of her chopsticks.

It was as if teasing me constituted the pinnacle of her lifes joy. Her face, alight with excitement, seemed to convey that this would be their very expression if every peach in the world ripened into sweetness.

Damn it.

I bit back curses internally while observing Baekdo.

She remained oblivious to her grieving apprentice, only indulging in her selfish whims.

The realization that I couldnt retaliate because she was privy to my predicament only deepened my sorrow.

Baekdo extended her chopsticks and popped a pancake into her mouth.

Mmm~

The nasal hum that followed was infuriatingly smug.

From army stew and rolled eggs to kimchi pancakes and abalone soy sauce braised dishes

Baekdo reveled over the feast arrayed before her, a feast untouched by any hands but mine.

But this pancake seems a bit underdone with the kimchi?

That kimchi was selected by Madam from Jirisan.

Oh my. You should have been more discerning!

Oh my, my ass,

I seethed with suppressed fury.

I held my anger in check wordlessly.

How did I find myself in such a miserable plight?

The reason I was kneeling, reduced to a servant as if plucked from a drama, all stemmed from a wager I placed with Baekdo.Updated from novelbIn.(c)om

-Shall we make a bet? Whether I can secure first place or not.

-Do you think Id take a bet after witnessing your humiliation? Did you truly believe I would?

That habitual bet from days past.

Baekdo, whom I had underestimated as dim-witted, proved to possess a memory akin to Einsteins for such matters.

Thus, I found myself indefinitely consigned to servitude under this tyrannical woman.

But, Madam, when does this juvenile charade conclude?

I had intended for it to end today.

Oh Really?

Yes, but that was before your comment. Now youre enslaved for three more days.

Damn.

I had been naive to hope she might acknowledge my efforts, even slightly.

Well, a bet is a bet, though I dont like it.

As I stood there nonchalantly, Baekdo paused her meal and glanced at me.

Then she put down her chopsticks and spoke softly.

I cant digest this. To begin with, youre an idiot, arent you?

Excuse me?

It was a bet unfavorable to me. You knew that and still accepted it without any bravado. But you lost hehe, sorry. The loser is you. You chose your own defeat. Accept it with guts and grit.

Today, her choice of words seemed deliberately infuriating.

However, she was right.

It made me even angrier that I couldnt argue back.

Anyway, bring some alcohol. I feel like having a drink before sleeping.

Baekdo, as if my win or loss mattered not at all to her, changed the subject.

She casually stretched out her hand and clapped twice.

-Clap, clap.

The lines of her body were elegant, making the gesture look quite stylish.

Sigh, what can I do I have to play along.

What alcohol? Oak-aged?

Bring the TokTok.

I took out a can of beer from the freezer, where it had been for 15 minutes, and brought it to Baekdo.

A drink that anyone familiar with alcohol wouldnt consider a drink, not containing even a tiny bit of alcohol.

Baekdo satisfyingly took the can and attempted to open it.

Then, oops.

Baekdo, who had stopped her hand from reaching for the lid, stared intently at the cans opening.

Wondering what was up, I watched as she handed the can back to me.

Open it for me.

Cant a noble open a can herself?

What if my beautiful hands get hurt?

Beautiful hands, my ass Youre more likely to stain them with blood than water.

Baekdos eyes widened at my sarcasm.

Come here.

As I approached,

Baekdo, teasingly flicking her hand, suddenly clenched it into a fist and thrust it right into my solar plexus.

Ugh!

Tears welled up, and my vision spun.

As I knelt on the floor, Baekdo, with her chin propped up, giggled and stretched her foot toward my shoulder. Her bare white foot pressed down hard on the tip of my shoulder.

Why are you doing this while eating?

Dont hit me, please. Im not fully healed yet.

Its your pain, not mine. Anyway, well be resting from training for a while with the MT and all. Just behave yourself.

Baekdo poked my cheek hard with her finger, chuckling.

This person, really.

I snapped.

I turned my head and bit her finger hard.

Eek, what are you doing!

Thump! Baekdos palm struck my cheek and pushed me away. In retaliation, I grabbed her arms, pinned them down, and toppled her over, revealing her stomach as her shirt lifted.

It wouldnt hurt her anyway.

I bit her finger as hard as I could.

Baekdos left hand grabbed my hair.

Let go.

There was another downgrade in my title.

Baekdo sometimes reverted to old titles when she was displeased.

A woman marrying a third-class apprentice would surely suffer.

Not at all. I treat my women so well. Havent you seen?

A third-class apprentice is a typical womanizer.

I took a sip of alcohol and retorted immediately.

I dont cheat.

Place your hand on your heart and think. Thats what womanizers always say.

Have you ever been with a womanizer?

Baekdo narrowed her eyes and sighed bitterly.

It was the sigh of someone who seemed to know everything.

Im only saying this because Cheondo is asleep. Youve been with that teacher and Hwangdo, too.

Lee Seyeong and Hwangdo.

I thought she didnt know. Was it like sisters knowing each others sex lives but not talking about it?

I had been hit hard.

Baekdo tapped her glass.

Beer.

I filled her glass with beer, and she began to drink.

-Gulp, gulp.

Ha you thought I wouldnt know? You think you know everything.

Then she began mumbling to herself.

Listening closely, it appeared as if she was having a conversation with Hwangdo in her mind.

No, Hwangdo. If you make it that obvious, how could I not know? Maybe Cheondo, who knows nothing about men.

Baekdo, with a tone of weariness, propped her chin and glared at me with her eyes.

After ending the conversation, Baekdo smiled slightly. It was the smile of a victor.

Anything else to say?

I dont have a partner right now, so no problem.

Ha ha, crazy guy Thats even more of a problem.

Lately, there hadnt been much of a relationship to speak of with Hwangdo.

Of course, I was still in a precarious situation since the exams had ended.

Resisting temptation while living with three women and a lust demon wasnt easy.

So, how did that happen?

Well, I was attacked in my sleep.

What? Making up stories again. Hwangdo wouldnt do such a thing. Do you even think you have that kind of charm?

I agreed, nodding in response. I conveyed the truth.

I think so too. But its true.

Ha, thats laughable. A guy whose night activities are mediocre at best being so confident.

What?

I hadnt expected that topic to come up.

In daily life, there are two things you should never touch on with a man.

Those were their sexual prowess and gaming skills.

Even in bathhouses or restrooms, men secretly compared these things.

Can you last 3 seconds?

So, when Baekdo teased with her usual tone, I couldnt help but laugh defensively.

The confidence of someone with no experience is truly amazing.

A womans value increases with lack of experience.

Thats only true when youre young. Lets see if you can say the same when youre thirty.

Her voice was slightly raised due to alcohol.

Do you even know? Whats the average duration for intimacy?

Ha! A man should easily last two hours.

You really know nothing. Two hours and you wouldnt last, would you?

Baekdos eyes turned icy like a winter storm.

Ridiculous. Do you know who I am? A woman who can split the heavens and earth.

Ive experienced it. Relationship skills and combat ability dont correlate.

Not for me.

Yes, they do.

The voices intensified.

Its not. Stop being childish.

General.

Whos being childish?

Dumb soldier.

You couldnt last.

Want to try?

What?

Both sides were equally skilled.

Go ahead, try!

A field commanding general, no, was I really going along with this?

After the heated exchange, I realized the situation was heading in the wrong direction.

The table was laid with cold dishes, and we faced each other.

Baekdos face seemed to reflect similar thoughts, but we were unwilling to back down.

It was obvious.

Saying Lets stop. now would lead to Scared, huh? Okay, lets stop. from the other.

It was stubbornness, but Baekdo and I lived our lives with that kind of persistence.

So, retreat was not an option here.

If you want to give up, say it now.

Maybe because the conversation had heated me up, I felt a bit of the alcohol.

Give up? For what.

Baekdo, with a flushed face, stood up.

Her dolphin shorts and the black tee accentuated her chest, which heaved once.

She tried to maintain a smile on her face.