Chaotic Nights

Chaotic Nights — Chapter 33. Sin

Translator: Atlas

Weekly Chapter 5/7

The house was in an uproar when Shihoon opened the door. Didn’t the courtesans cover their faces? Their faces turned blue when they saw Yongi’s confident face.

If her mother knew that he had arrived with a courtesan, the mistress of the courtesan house, Shihoon’s servants would be beaten.

Park, who had set up the tea table, looked toward the Young Master’s chambers. Guards guarded the door, fearful that the rumor would leak out. But Shihoon allowed her to enter his chambers, then closed the door.

When the assistant saw the blue silk boots in the drawing room, he thought the time had come. So he carefully hid the boots. The attendant, who consumed what was on the tea table, thought that no one had visited the courtesan’s house today.

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“Tell me.”

Shihoon took off his hat.

Yongi looked down.

“I shouldn’t be here… If the rumor spreads, it will be a big problem.”

“Then go away. It was you who asked me to talk to you alone.”

Yongi felt pain in her heart when Shihoon’s attitude changed. His hands tingle because his sister had changed this unchanging man.

“Young Master… Mistress is worried about you.”

“Why?”

“You may have guessed it, but Eunha has been through too much hardship. The more attention you’ve given Eunha, the more your mother hates her.”

Shihoon clenched his fists in surprise. He had never heard about it.

Yongi frowned because he looked shocked.

“How could you possibly not know? Your mother wanted to make her a courtesan.”

“But I can’t hide it.”

Yongi stared him straight in the eye.

“How can a nobleman love a lower class woman? You even have a fiancée…”

“This is not the wedding I want!”

“But Eunha is not a toy!”

Yongi had tears in her eyes.

Shihoon felt distressed when he learned that Eunha was almost turned into a courtesan.

If she had not found a job at the right time, an unknown man could have stolen Eunha from him and turned her into a courtesan.

Is that why she refused the silk boots? Why didn’t she ask for my help?

Shihoon, who looked ashamedly at Yongi’s face as she questioned him harshly. She blamed him for her mother hating her.

“Stop it! Stop it! Don’t tell me that…”

Yongi took a deep breath.

It looked like it was going to snow. The candlelight illuminating the room flickered, so their shadows were reflected on the ceiling.

“Think clearly.”

Yongi grabbed Shihoon’s arm.

“You pushed Eunha to her death.”

“Yes, it’s my fault! I’ll do anything to make amends for my mistakes. Even if I have to abandon my feelings for Eunha.”

Shihoon, who touched Yongi’s face with both hands, lowered his head.

When she saw Shihoon’s reaction, Yongi held back her tears. She wanted to suppress her heart because she felt sorry for him.

“I had her in my mind from the first time I saw her. I wanted to teach her so that she would enter a good home as a foster daughter. I had a dream that someday she would be mine…. It’s been 10 years now.”

Yongi felt her heart break.

“I understand how you feel. You can blame me.”

Shihoon touched Yongi’s face, whose tears had not yet dried, then gripped his chin tightly. His resentment transferred to his hands.

“You are to blame.”

“Young master…”

“Then will you take her place? If my feelings pity Eunha, I can direct them at you. can I treat you like a toy?”

Her puzzled look turned to annoyance. Yongi protested.

“Calm down. Don’t sin anymore.”

“I’ve been a sinner since birth.”

He lowered his upper body, bit her red lips fiercely, and spread her legs with his knees.

He whispered,

“We’re a lot alike, right?”

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