Chapter 57 (1/2)

Episode 57

Yoo-seong couldn’t believe his eyes.

‘What is this?’

He stared at the screen, then at Yang Biyeon’s face, then back at the screen, over and over again. Each time he looked at her, she felt her face turning even redder.

‘I thought she was similar to Shin Yu-hee,’ he thought.

They were equally cold and composed in the face of danger. However, the woman in front of her was literally fire to Shin Yu-hee’s ice.

He looked at her with new eyes.

Yang Biyeon was a woman in her mid-twenties, and she was a surprisingly shy person despite her position. As he stared at her, Biyeon reached out her hand.

‘Is she asking for the phone?’

The moment he tried to hand it over to her, Yang Biyeon’s hand trembled badly, and the phone fell.

“Oh!” she exclaimed.

It was strange.

Two elite hunters, whose reflexes were far above an average human’s, dropped a phone in that clumsy manner. They instinctively moved to pick it up, resulting in another unexpected situation.

Yang Biyeon’s hand clutched the phone first, and Yoo-seong’s hand cupped over hers. At this, Yoo-seong quickly removed his hand.

“Ouch!”

It was throbbing with pain. It was as if he had touched hot metal.

“Sorry, sorry!” Biyeon cried out in embarrassment and tried to remedy the situation by pulling her handkerchief out and wetting it with the kettle at Yoo-seong’s bedside table.

However, the water turned boiling hot, and the handkerchief wet with hot water wouldn’t be much help to ease the burning pain. Yoo-seong then recognized it.

‘Ignition Psy.’

“Sorry, sorry!” Biyeon was almost crying.

‘Do emotions directly influence a Psy user’s power?’ Yoo-seong wondered.

Inside the crack, he witnessed how Yang Biyeon’s Twin Swords burst into flames when he tried to subdue her. At that time, she seemed to have perfect control over her special Aura.

However, this time…

‘How could she be more stressed at this moment than during the hunt?’

Yoo-seong couldn’t wrap his head around it. Biyeon got up from her seat and repeatedly bowed to apologize.

As she did, Yoo-seong smelled something burning.

“Ah!” he yelled in shock.

Smoke was rising from the front of Yang Biyeon’s baggy sweatshirt. If they couldn’t stop the flames, she would be placed in an indecent situation.

“Uh, what do I do, what can I do?”

In an instant, the smoke that was rising from Biyeon’s chest turned into embers. Soon, her chest burst into flames.

…

When the hunt concluded, Yang Biyeon’s mental state was at its lowest. She blamed herself for the great loss in the Red Dragon Society.

Of course, no one was asking her to take responsibility. In the Chinese industry, the perception of the casualties was that their death was due to their lack of strength and experience. Organizations were never blamed for lack of preparedness and support.

On top of that, the recent hunt had the deadliest monster appearance to date. No one could have blamed her for losing men against one of the Four Perils.

However, she was being too hard on herself.

‘I had to do something for the Red Dragon Society,’ she thought.

That ‘something’ she was thinking of turned out to be Yoo-seong.

She couldn’t stop thinking about him. He was an excellent hunter, and was someone the Red Dragon members would be elated to have.

In fact, all they had talked about after the hunt was Yoo-seong’s performance, not the death of their colleagues.

‘I will bring Oh Yoo-seong into the Red Dragon Society by whatever means,’ Yang Biyeon decided.

Being a stubborn woman, she acted immediately. Over the past three days, she practiced reading and writing Korean with all her effort and passion.

Before she visited him, she searched through magazines to see what an average woman’s casual attire would look like. Being an Ignition Psy heir, she had always worn fireproof clothing customized for her. She had to shop before she visited Yoo-seong.

‘It’s no different from hunting,’ she assured herself. ’Just stay calm.’

It had been so easy in her mind. She had it all planned out. However, now, she realized that it was way harder than fighting against a monster.

Immediately after making her proposal, she lost her composure. An accidental moment of their hands meeting sent her into agitation. Now, she had to face the result.

Flames covered the whole of her upper body.

‘Soon,’ she thought, ’the sprinkler would be triggered.’

It would be a terrible way to end the visit. Suddenly, Yoo-seong swung his arm.

He grabbed a water kettle and poured its contents onto her. Of course, it would only be a temporary measure. The flames within her were powerful enough to make water evaporate. It would only take a few moments before she started burning.

However…

Papapat-!

Yoo-seong’s hand danced on her body, with fingers filled with Aura.

His hands tapped her nape and made their way down to Biyeon’s lower abdomen, where her core was located.

In an instant, the flames were out. However, another problem soon came up.

They both realized it at the same time.

Her sweatshirt had burned off entirely, her smooth, white skin and exquisite figure exposed to his eyes.

“Ahh-!” Yang Biyeon screamed, but Yoo-seong cupped a hand on her mouth.

“Shh..” he calmed her.

In time, Biyeon quieted down as she realized why Yoo-seong stopped her from screaming.

If anyone heard her, people would be rushing to their room. Her body would be exposed to everyone.

Of course, Yang Biyeon was a respected public figure in Shanghai. She couldn’t afford such a scandal.

After making sure that Yang Biyeon was calm, Yoo-seong turned around and rummaged under his bed.

Then, from his bag, he took out a T-shirt and a sweatsuit. With his back turned to her, he offered her the garments.

He waited for her to get dressed without looking. After some time, he turned around and caught her secretly trying to leave.

“Hey.”

Biyeon turned red again as they made eye contact. Yoo-seong pondered for a moment, then grabbed her wrist.

“Meal,” he said.

Yang Biyeon was in a state of panic and could not speak.

“Lunch? Together?” Yoo-seong repeated while making the gesture of putting a spoon in his mouth.

Yang Biyeon looked at the clock, away from Yoo-seong.

It took her a while to answer, but finally, she managed to utter: