Chapter 195 – Cohabitation (5)

Living together, day three.

The holiday has ended, and it’s time to go to the academy. However, due to Azalea’s persistence, we have no choice but to have sex.

“…Ah, aah. Aaah.”

Azalea sticks out her tongue provocatively while she’s grinding her hips against me.

Her bright red tongue darts in and out of her mouth, reminiscent of a dog.

“Hehe… Hm. Mmm… Aah. Hehe.”

She laughs happily while being taken.

It’s frightening.

Throughout these short three days, we’ve had sex every morning without fail. It’s no wonder our bodies have become so carnal. This is our relationship, after all, with me having inherited the power of King Mokryeong.

Even for Azalea, having sex like this has taken its toll on her body. In the end, her back gets sprained. I have no choice but to alleviate her fatigue a little.

After our intense lovemaking, we hold each other close and drift off to sleep.

In the evening, we fall asleep with my cock buried inside her.
If it’s lunchtime… Tired from sex, I take a nap with Shiba.

Such a lifestyle pattern continued.

“…It hurts.”
“What kind of person doesn’t know they’ve strained their back… and still asks to be fucked?”

As I applied the pain relief cream to her waist, Azalea shivered slightly.
Azalea, wincing in pain.
Her pure white, exposed buttocks twitched.

“…I have honey again.”

A single drop of honey clung to her vagina.
Is she asking me to taste it?

Initially, she hated it so much, but after the third day, she didn’t mind at all.
In fact, she enjoys it when I put my mouth on her pussy, sucking up her juices and stealing the honey inside like a bee.

“You’re really perverted.”
“…”
“Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“…Who made me this way?”

Azalea murmured, burying her face in the pillow.
She even glared at me, as if she sincerely believed that.
Her bright red cheeks were quite a sight.

“Losing my virginity… and then asking to be slapped during the very next time we have sex? Is that what one would say?”
“…Ugh.”
“Just kidding, just kidding.”
“Do you think you’re not a pervert? Every night… driving that thick thing in, relentlessly.”

You have to let me go, so I can move on without being entangled.
I didn’t say it, but due to the lustful demon, it’s as if I’ve been constantly under the influence of an aphrodisiac.
Up until now, I’ve withstood it with my mental fortitude.
As a result, lately, as I’ve increased my involvement with women, I’ve felt my body growing hotter and hotter.

“…Do you do this with others as well?”

Azalea asks.

“Yes.”
“…I see.”

A brief silence follows.

“…By any chance, have you ever thought about doing it with just me?”
“That would be difficult.”
“I figured. Men… always need at least two women, right?”
“Who says that?”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard it many times since long ago.”

Azalea sticks out her tongue, teasingly.

I lay on the bed and embraced her. Her slender body slipped into mine.
It was light, easy to lift, and easy to penetrate.
She loved it so much when I lifted her up and thrust into her midair.

“…Are you having naughty thoughts again?”
“Did it show?”
“Heh, why are you so honest? Anyway… really?”

I nodded in response to Azalea’s inquiry.

A person who craves monogamy more than others, and thus, desires a one-on-one relationship like I do.
Though a minority, Azalea was one of those people.

“Then at least when you’re with me, only think about me. If you break this rule, I’ll be really angry.”
“I’m already doing that.”
“Uh-huh. Did you just say it now? Should I write up a contract? Swear upon the Sacred Tree, quickly. In the name of the World Tree.”

Azalea clung to me with her naked body, rubbing her cheeks against mine and leaving kiss marks on my neck.
It didn’t feel like a joke at all when Azalea, a businesswoman, mentioned the solemn vow upon the Sacred Tree.

“In the name of the World Tree.”

Even if I swear by the name of the World Tree, I am confident that I would not bat an eye even if the parents of the World Tree were to perish.

Nonetheless, I don’t think there will be any issue with breaking the contract.

– Ugh!

[Byeori]

The problem is that there are far too many women.

* * * * * * * * * *

[I wish to use the wish granting privilege.]

As I left the house and answered the phone, suddenly, Byeori took an oath. I went into a convenience store at dawn, bought a decent cup of coffee, and engaged in conversation with her.

“… A wish. Oh, right. What is your wish?”

[There’s a class reunion coming up soon.]

Why does she use that peculiar office-style honorific title?

Her voice is reminiscent of a voice actor, making it pleasant to listen to, and conjures up the image of a secretary’s face, as if from a movie scene. I told her as I swept the coffee into the basket.

“…A reunion? Have you already reached that age?”

[Ugh, don’t mention age!]

Byul let out a light squeak. Then, in a voice that seemed to crawl, she began to share her specific desires and continued with her explanations.

[…I want to try that.]

“What is it?”

[You know! Whenever I go to reunions, I always feel so defeated…]

Reunions. I have never been to one.

However, from what I’ve seen in dramas, when former classmates meet again, they subtly compete with one another by flaunting their social accomplishments and boasting about their girlfriends or boyfriends. It seemed Byul wanted me to help boost her confidence.

“But Byul, aren’t you successful enough already? You should be quite proud.”

[Byul back then was a total outcast. Now, Byul is traumatized. When I go to those events, I can’t even speak properly.]

“…What’s up with your tone?”

[I don’t know! Whenever I see those old acquaintances… I just can’t help but feel my mind go blank.]

“But you succeeded. There’s no need to feel disheartened.”

[…Those people are just so strange. It’s like my success is a source of pain for them. They keep asking me if I have a lover or something?]

Before meeting me, Byul had never had a lover.
That’s why she found herself at a loss for words on that subject.
Was she doomed to be a scapegoat for people who couldn’t help but feel inferior?

In response to my question, Byul fervently agreed, saying that was exactly the situation.

[It’s like… ‘You must be so busy now that you’re the vice president~’ ‘Do you have time to date men?’ ‘Oh, of course. I see hunters every day…’ They’re just so… infuriating!]

I extended my card to a part-time convenience store employee while scratching my cheek.
It seemed that Byul lacked confidence when it came to her past and such matters.

Still, she’s ‘that’ Byul. I had thought she’d make a wish to visit a PC café or something similar.
But instead, she chose a class reunion.

I thought to myself as I held a plastic bag full of coffee.

‘I’ll need to pick up a fancy car.’

One that simply exudes wealth at a glance. If I just show that off… The rest will undoubtedly fall into place on its own.

“When?”

[…A week later.]

“Just give me the address.”

Byul provided the meeting time along with the address. After calculating, it seemed I’d be able to make it partway through.

“It’ll take some time to get there, even if I use magic after finishing at the academy.”

[Really?]

“Yes. I have to go. It’s a wish, after all.”

[Hehe! Si-heon is the best! Oh, and of course, don’t forget that there’s sex in the wish course!]

Sex.

The word emanated from the cell phone, causing the convenience store part-timer to flinch. I pretended not to notice and left the store.

[Oh, right.]

Byul spoke up again.

[…I got caught.]

“What?”

[Si-heon said you were battling with a Flower…]

I had always expected our sharp-eyed teacher to discover the truth eventually.
Yet, I never imagined that it would be because of Byul.

“Oh dear.”

I couldn’t help but let out an involuntary exclamation.

It had never crossed my mind.
Byul might be an honest and awkward woman, blushing and radiating shyness even with just a touch of her hand, but she excelled in her professional demeanor and maintained an impressive poker face. Naturally, she was adept at concealing things as well.

That is, in the context of a ‘business relationship.’

“I didn’t think you’d get caught.”

[It was a terrible mistake…]

Could it be that friends can discern certain things just by looking at each other? If that’s the case, then I must have underestimated Lee Se-Young.

“So, what do we do now? If the truth had come out, there would have been chaos.”

[…Uhm. That’s not it. I managed to calm him down. Let’s have a drink and talk openly. Se-Young agreed too.]

A conversation took place between the two.
The Star unraveled it and explained.
The fact that Se-Young reacts sensitively when she’s connected only to me.
When I learned the very obvious fact that I was intending to fight Flower, my worry went beyond the limit, and I even tried to get angry at the Star who concealed it.

[…Si-heon, you’re actually similar, too.]

Similar.
But I’m different.

Even if I fight Flower like this, the future of dying is not predetermined.
But… Lee Se-Young is different.
She actually died right in front of my eyes.

How big is the difference? There’s no choice but to react sensitively.
Just as Se-Young becomes pathologically sensitive when she’s associated with me, Lee Se-Young was like a switch for me.

‘…I wish I could just resolve everything.’

But it’ll take too long until then.

I poured out my sincere emotions to the stars. Naturally, I left out the part about Lee Se-Young’s death in the future, speaking with just enough plausibility. Byul seemed to understand, but also appeared to harbor some questions about a certain emptiness.

[Do you truly believe that?]

“…We’ll have to discuss it later.”

[Sigh, really… Since I don’t know Si-heon’s life, how could I comprehend your thought process?]

Byul muttered with a hint of lament.

[Si-heon]

“Yes.”

[…I’m only telling this to you. I don’t usually talk about these things.]

A serious tone was palpable through the phone. I could sense the gravity in her voice.

I wondered what she was going to say, but the words that emerged were something only Byul, Se-Young’s closest friend, could utter.

[It’s an old story about Se-Young.]

* * * * * * * * * *

“You won’t do it?”

The man’s chilling voice burrowed into the young girl’s heart. Twelve years old – barely old enough to have not even entered middle school yet.

With tears filling her eyes, Se-Young defiantly shouted, “I won’t!”

A curious gaze from those around her. It happened when Se-Young loudly refused the engagement arranged by her family, an event that was typically taken for granted.

At first, her father had been somewhat understanding, but over time, he grew increasingly harsh. Now, he looked at Se-Young with eyes as if she were an insect.

“Do you think you’ll amount to anything if you stay like this?” he asked.

There were things a father should say, and things a father should never say.

How could a father, whom she’d barely seen a handful of times throughout her life, belittle his own bloodline like this? Even young Se-Young knew that such words should never be uttered among family members.

“…I don’t want to. I’ll never do it,” she replied.

“Then leave,” he commanded.

“You think I can’t leave?” she retorted.

Could an elementary school student possibly leave home?

Nevertheless, Se-Young, still young and impetuous, was truly determined to leave her family behind.

“Little bastard.”

Among the secretaries who didn’t know how to handle the situation, Lee Se-Young’s eyes widened in anger. Yet, her father nonchalantly brushed off her expletive.

Se-Young strode through the corridor, wiping away tears that fell one by one. Eventually, she broke down and sobbed midway.

*Gulp.*

After leaving the company, there was no one to meet her. It seemed likely that her father had told others not to follow Lee Se-Young.

She had nothing: no money in her pocket, no home, nothing at all.

Lee Se-Young, not even a middle school student yet, had only recently awakened her magical powers. Consequently, there wasn’t much she could do.

But at the very least, she could perform manual labor—something attainable for someone her age.

As long as she could prove her ability to use magic, she would somehow manage, even if it meant begging to perform loading and unloading tasks.

Under normal circumstances, one would require parental permission.
In being honest about her situation, however… With no other choice, permission was granted.

The house was made from a shipping container. She survived within the remaining container, making do with a tattered blanket.

Throughout her growth, she had never experienced the love of a family.
Gradually, bitterness took root in her heart.
Her eyes sharpened, pushing peers away from her.

While at school, she was ever alone, no friend to call her own.
With tear-filled eyes, she would eat something resembling bread brought from a construction site.
Memories of greedily drinking the contents from a dust-covered milk carton.
Perhaps it was then that her tear ducts dried up, leaving her unable to cry now.

The young Se-Young was unaware of society’s true nature.
In the process, she had suffered a great deal of harm.

There were those who attempted to touch her body – only narrowly avoiding it with the assistance of nearby adults – and others who proposed living together, their faces etched with a sinister aura.

Thus, it might have led to an even greater fixation on fate.

Hunter’s body grew increasingly stronger.
As he earnestly pursued his career as a hunter, he eventually ended up taking lives.

He felt more and more emotionally detached.
He believed that he had to seize what he needed, whenever the opportunity arose.
Instinctively ingrained, he had never experienced giving something to others.
He desperately amassed wealth and fame, even the names of those he had been hired to kill.

It was around the time he entered high school.
A member of another orc family who had discovered Lee Se-Young invited her.

They requested her assistance with some business matters.
How ludicrous it must have seemed to ask such a favor from her, who might have been dead her entire life.

“Ha.”

Nonetheless, he accepted the request, knowing the truth.

It was too late to consider their relationship, which was already steeped in resentment.
Se-Young, who had never felt the warmth of her family’s embrace, returned to her family lineage.