Martial Arts Ain’t That Big of a Deal

Seo-jun gazed quietly at Namgung Sua, who was asleep in his embrace.

‘That startled me.’

Last night, Namgung Sua had suddenly whispered that she felt lonely and clung to him tightly.

But it wasn’t the usual warm, gentle embrace—it was the desperate grip of a child clinging to their mother after a nightmare.

Because of that, Seo-jun couldn’t get a wink of sleep.@@novelbin@@

After all, the feel of Namgung Sua’s body pressed tightly against his was anything but childish or immature.

With her limbs wrapped around him, holding on for dear life—how was he supposed to fall asleep in such a situation?

‘Should I just...’

Just finish this?

But looking at Namgung Sua’s peacefully sleeping face, he felt guilty about waking her. How could he disturb someone sleeping so soundly?

‘But I couldn’t sleep because of you, Sua.’

Should I just wake her up and... handle things from there? As for contraception… Maybe he could even create a contraceptive martial art technique?

While he was wrestling with his thoughts, the night passed.

Sunlight filtered through the window, and Namgung Sua, her eyelids twitching from the warmth, nuzzled her face against his chest as if sleep-talking.

“Mm… Slept well?”

She peeked up at him with a lazy, drowsy smile that felt almost cheeky. Seo-jun let out a dry chuckle.

“I didn’t sleep at all.”

Not that it really mattered. Reaching the Harmonious Realm wasn’t something he had done through mere practice games.

Especially in Seo-jun’s case—if he wanted to, he didn’t need sleep at all.

In fact, if he truly desired, he could even eliminate his libido entirely without any side effects.

…Theoretically, anyway. But with Namgung Sua in front of him, such theory was laughably useless.

“Mm…!”