I Am This Murim's Crazy Bitch-Chapter 268: Transcendent Qing (5)

Sima Chunbong forced herself to maintain a neutral expression.

A blank, unreadable face was an essential trait for a genius, after all.

Of course, only she thought her expression management was flawless.

From Qing’s perspective, Sima Chunbong’s already fierce expression only grew fiercer.

So, internally, Qing was thinking, “Wow, her scowl is kind of scary. But did I do something wrong?”

Maybe it was because she had been so late in echoing the honorary title?

But that wasn’t the reason.

“That bitch hates being called Jinang Hyunhwa. She hates that the fat, disgusting chunk of flesh she keeps wrapped up tight is called the Wisdom Pouch.”

Moyong Juhee tattle-taled with a little trot.

“Sss. You shouldn’t say such mean things. Speak nicely. You promised to become a better person, remember?”

As Qing said it, a vague sense of déjà vu hit her.

Ah. Right. She had said the same thing to Moyong’s brother.

Brother and sister — equally hopeless.

But just like Moyong Hyungyeong, Moyong Juhee obediently responded with a submissive tone.

“Y-yes. I’ll... I’ll do that.”

“Aww, good girl.”

Qing gently stroked Moyong Juhee’s hair.

From Qing’s angle, she couldn’t see Moyong Juhee’s face.

With Juhee sitting on her lap and Qing resting her chin on Juhee’s shoulder, she was focused on the uninvited guest, Sima Chunbong.

But from Sima Chunbong’s perspective, she could clearly see Moyong Juhee’s expression softening the moment Qing began to stroke her hair.

Sima Chunbong’s eyes gleamed with awe.

“My goodness. How did you manage to tame that wild beast? I tried everything — I preached about virtue and principles, but that savage creature wouldn’t listen to a word. And yet, you’ve made her as docile as a farm animal!”

Sima Chunbong’s brilliance lay in the fact that she never kept her thoughts to herself.

Whether it was a beast or a farm animal, neither was considered human in her mind.

“What the hell!? Beast? Farm animal? You fat, swollen cow of a woman with udders like a sow...!”

“Sss. No mean words.”

“But she — she started it!”

“Just because someone else said it doesn’t mean you have to stoop to their level. You promised to become a better person, remember? Besides, Moyong Juhee, you’re not some seven-year-old kid, are you? You’re a grown woman. Shouldn’t you speak more maturely?”

“Y-yes. I’m... I’m sorry.”

Moyong Juhee’s defiant yet childish rebellion crumbled beneath the sweet, soothing lilt of Qing’s voice.

The way Qing whispered those words was so intoxicating that Moyong Juhee didn’t even fully grasp what she was saying as she automatically answered.

It wasn’t until a moment later that Moyong Juhee’s eyes widened.

‘Didn’t she always say an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth? Back in that underground hellhole, she said you have to give back the same amount of pain... Ah, ah...’

Moyong Juhee was just on the verge of grasping Qing’s two-faced nature when a sudden, bloody memory flashed through her mind — a scene of dismemberment and blood-soaked floors.

Her eyes went blank, losing focus.

But Qing couldn’t see it, and Sima Chunbong didn’t care.

She was too busy focusing on something else.

“How, how did you tame such a beastly... No, not a beast, because even a beast would recoil in the presence of something greater than itself. How did you tame such a savage, lesser-than-a-beast creature?”

“That word, ‘tame,’ is a bit...”

“Then how did you manage to domesticate this foolish woman so thoroughly?”

“Aren’t those basically the same words?”

Despite the clear insults — beastly, foolish, savage — Qing didn’t bother denying any of them.

“Hm. Wait a moment. A different word, you say. How fascinating.”

Sima Chunbong crossed her arms and adopted a pose that screamed, “I’m thinking now,” stroking her chin as if deep in thought.

“Yes. Enlightenment! How did you enlighten this dull-witted, savage woman? Or correction — yes, correction might work too.”

“Uh... Faith, love, and patience?”

“Indeed! Marvelous! I believe it. You truly are a genius, Lady Ximen. You’ve made it worth my while to spend my most precious, invaluable time with you.”

Qing had met all sorts of weirdos in Zhongyuan, but this one was in a league of her own.

Calling her a unique character sounded impressive, but in Chinese, it just meant she was a weirdo.

“Uh, so... what brings you here?”

“I wanted to see for myself what kind of person you are — whether the rumors about the prodigy among prodigies were true. And since they were, I have some questions I’d like to ask. Yes, I’d say you’re qualified to hear them.”

Weirdo she might be, but at least she kept laying on the compliments.

Well then, what could Qing say? This was a nice person.

“So, the thing is...”

Suddenly, the previously arrogant Sima Chunbong lowered her voice and leaned in, almost sheepishly asking,

“How do you, as the Heavenly Blossom Sword, walk around with such... such shameful lumps of flesh all exposed like that?”

“...? Shameful lumps of flesh?”

“I mean the parts of a woman’s body that exist solely to feed a child, yet vary in size and become a basis for unfair judgment... those things.”

Qing condensed all those words into one.

“Breasts?”

“Yes. How can the Heavenly Blossom Sword walk around with such shameful lumps of flesh fully exposed like that?”

“Me? When? I’ve never walked around exposed, except when I’m sleeping.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t act dense like the rest of the common folk. I don’t mean you’re walking around naked. I mean, with the way you wrap your waist, you’re practically showing off the size of them. The whole world can see how big they are!”

The grinding sound of teeth was so loud it was practically a physical force, the muttering of that resentful bitch echoing right nearby.

Was it okay to ignore that? Since it was a conversation in progress, Qing decided to let it slide.

“It’s not like I’m trying to show them off. But if I don’t bind them, they just get in the way.”

“Wouldn’t it be better to hide them, like me? Haven’t you heard what those ignorant people say behind your back? Why should you be known as nothing more than a big-breasted woman just because they’re bigger than average? No one even considers my achievements and actions. All they see are these enormous lumps of flesh.”

That was why Sima Chunbong always kept her chest tightly wrapped.

Despite being the youngest Assistant Military Strategist and the next likely candidate for Chief Strategist of the Murim Alliance, she was still mocked as “Jinang” and “Three Lumps.”

Sima Chunbong gritted her teeth, absolutely hating it.

In truth, the mindset in Zhongyuan was that big-breasted women were vulgar, foolish, and promiscuous.

They might be taken in as concubines, but never as a main wife.

How could you present such a “shameless” woman to the world as your wife?

A world where people refrained from calling ugly women ugly but had no qualms about sneering at big-breasted women as vulgar and lewd.

Qing replied,

“So what if people talk? As long as I’m ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) confident, that’s what matters. Besides, I can just become more famous for something other than my breasts. I can’t change the fact that they’re big, so instead of being known as ‘that woman with big tits,’ I can be ‘that amazing woman who also has big tits.’”

And in that moment, a bolt of lightning struck Sima Chunbong’s mind.

“Amazing woman who also has big tits...”

The first part was what Sima Chunbong had always thought — ignore the stupid, ignorant masses. My worth isn’t in my chest.

But “from being a woman with big tits to a woman who also has big tits” — that was revolutionary!

“Wait, please wait a moment!”

And with that, Sima Chunbong staggered off, eyes wild with revelation.

Qing tilted her head.

“What’s up with her? Anyway...”

“Moyong Juhee? You’re going to grind your teeth down to nothing. Stop it. You’re already missing four, so you should take care of the ones you have left.”

“Oh. I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you remember something so painful. Did it hurt? I must have been too careless.”

“No, no, it’s fine! Really! So, if I say bad things, you’ll scold me, right? I can be punished, right?”

“Moyong Juhee, you need to be responsible for yourself. You’re not a child who has to learn through constant scolding. Besides, who am I to dare to scold you?”

“But... I can’t do it alone. If Lady Ximen helps me, if you could give me a little, um, a little scolding... when I deserve it, just a little, just a little... please...”

If she was going this far to ask for it...

Well, at least she was showing a desire to change. That was admirable, wasn’t it?

At that moment, the door creaked open, this time with a hesitant, almost timid sound. Qing looked over and saw Sima Chunbong re-entering, now dressed differently.

Whoa! A mountain! A valley!

Hyunhwa had been hiding her power level! Hiding it a lot!

But now, she wasn’t hiding it at all!

A towering peak beneath the sky! Hyunhwa!

And then the realization hit.

Wow. I really am a fan of big ones, huh?

Seeing them right in front of me... the sheer impact, wow.

She wasn’t flaunting them like Miss Baekhap, but the sheer presence alone... wow, wow.

Qing’s jaw dropped.

It was practically unhinged.

And that’s when it happened.

“Y-you pig bitch!”

Moyong Juhee couldn’t suppress her bad habit, blurting out the insult again.

It sounded a bit awkward this time, probably because even Moyong Juhee was a bit intimidated by the sheer size she was facing.

“Sss. Moyong Juhee? Are you going to keep using bad words?”

“Ah! I didn’t mean to. Then, um, please... a little, a little... punishment.”

Qing thought for a moment before pinching the skin at Moyong Juhee’s side between her thumb and forefinger and giving it a light twist. Just a quick, sharp pinch.

“Ow!”

Moyong Juhee winced, but then quickly said, “Um, but, um, if you pinch my side like that, it might leave a mark that people could see. Could you, um, maybe do it somewhere less visible...?”

“Oh my. You’re surprisingly picky, Moyong Juhee.”

“S-sorry, sorry.”

“Apologies should go to Miss Sima, don’t you think?”

“Uh, Chunbong... I’m sorry. I’m really sorry for saying such mean things...”

But Sima Chunbong’s expression wasn’t pretty. Despite her beauty, her face was twisted with annoyance.

“I told you not to call me by my name, didn’t I?”

“Oh, Lady Ximen! Did you hear? Her name is Chunbong. Isn’t it so outdated and tacky? Who names someone Chunbong?”

“Moyong Juhee, we don’t make fun of people’s names. Are you going to keep acting like a child despite being a grown woman? Do you want to get punished again?”

“Oh! I did it again. But, but, it’s tacky! I mean, who names someone Chunbong... Ow!”

She did say a less visible spot.

Qing reached for the inside of Moyong Juhee’s arm, just above the elbow, and gave it a firm pinch.

“But, really... it’s tacky... Ow! But it’s still tacky! Ughhh...”

In truth, getting pinched there hurt so much it could make you cry.

Qing knew this from a particularly sadistic middle school teacher who had loved to pinch that exact spot.

But even as she winced, Moyong Juhee refused to back down.

Was it not painful enough? Was that why she was still being stubborn?

Qing tightened her grip just a little.

“Ack! I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Miss Sima, I’m really sorry!”

Only then did Moyong Juhee finally apologize properly.

Sima Chunbong smiled, seemingly pleased with the result.