Chapter 395 – Peace in the Cold War, Change (2)

“Si-heon.”

Awakened by a sweet voice that caressed my ears, I was met with the enticing scent of a woman’s skin. Sansuyu’s face was right before my eyes.

“Mmm… Why?”

Still groggy from slumber, my vision blurred as Sansuyu’s face came into focus.

Her bright yellow eyes stared intently at me as I yawned.

“Do you want to go to the bathroom?”
“Uh-huh~”

She shook her head lightly, then leaned down and pressed her cheek against my chest. With her soft cheek nestled against me, Sansuyu gazed up from atop my chest.

“I just want to talk.”

I rummaged beneath the pillow, pulling out my phone to check the time. It was 2 a.m., which explained my drowsiness.

“Hmm… What do you want to talk about?”

I placed my phone screen-down and, folding my arms, hugged Sansuyu, patting her on the back. With my other hand, I tidied the strands of hair that had found their way into my mouth, making the scene even more intimate.

Truth be told, the bed in the studio apartment was not that large. No matter how we tried, physical contact was unavoidable if we intended to sleep side by side.

I didn’t mind, but I wondered how she felt.

“…”

As I removed the hair she was biting with her hand, Sansuyu’s eyelids blinked several times.

– Squirming.

Then, she suddenly hid her face under the blanket. I had been watching her, but I hadn’t seen when she covertly bit her hair and slipped it into her mouth.

It wasn’t just two or three strands – she swallowed her hair like cold noodles on a summer day.

“My hair got in my mouth again…!”

Sansuyu slyly offered her right cheek. A satisfied smile played around her lips, as if she thought she had come up with a creative solution.

Something, something.

‘What should I call it? A country bumpkin puppy?’

It’s like a puppy that fetched a disc, now begging for it to be thrown back. In fact, Sansuyu has always had a dog-like aspect to her.

Strong but slow and kind. Above all, she doesn’t get angry easily.

I thought it was because she lacked emotions, but now it seems that it was simply Sansuyu’s original personality.

Even when comparing her loosely to a dog’s traits, without fussing over details, it holds true.

One. Puppies are very affectionate.
Two. They’re cute.
Three. They crave attention and are obedient depending on their breed.

“Sansuyu.”
“Huh?”

When I called her name, driven by an untimely urge to experiment, Sansuyu, who was biting her hair, tilted her head.

I subtly extended the back of my hand and brought it to her cheek. Sansuyu blinked her eyes as if inquiring about my intentions.

“Uh? Siheon, what’s wrong?”

She gazed at me calmly, her expression asking why I had reached out my hand.

But I waited without an answer, and soon the result came.

– Rubbing.

My hand caressed her cheek, our lips touched, and she was as irresistible as a determined little puppy.

There’s no need to prove her cuteness. Her chest is larger than anyone I know, and she’s quite tall. Yet with Sansuyu’s unique gentle face and the return of her emotions, there’s no need to say anything.

‘…Oh.’

This time, I folded all my fingers except for my index finger and thumb, creating a natural V shape with my hand.

“Do you want to put your chin here?”
“…Why?”

Upon hearing my request, Sansuyu asked for the reason. Nevertheless, she moved her chin directly onto the V-shaped space created by my hand. Her cheeks bunched up, and her plump, red lips jutted out like ripe fruit.

‘She’s totally a puppy.’

There’s no room for argument now—Sansuyu is a puppy.

Considering she’s been a bit unwell lately and has lost a lot of hair, one could think of her as the very embodiment of a dog.

I gently scratched her chin with my finger.

“…Are you treating me like a puppy?”

She just realized it, blinking her round, gentle eyes. Her expression appeared slightly taken aback.

It was delightful to see the myriad of expressions on Cornus’s face, something the old Cornus could never have displayed.

Do you know the joy of playing a collectible game for the first time? The veterans may struggle to complete their collections, but it’s different for beginners. With just a few random clicks, new entries would appear—an extreme thrill!

As the once emotionless Cornus began to change, I felt a growing sense of satisfaction and joy as her friend.

“Are you mad?”
“…Why would I be mad?”

I asked just in case, and the question was thrown back at me.

‘Fair enough. She has only just regained her emotions.’

I was certain that, in time, she would come to understand even those negative emotions.

Cornus’s hand reached between my armpits.

A somewhat heavy sensation lingered on the chest and thighs.

Clammy and attached. Sansuyu’s eyelids gradually closed.

Perhaps now it’s time to rest my eyes.

At that moment, a faint dampness was felt on the shoulder.

Not again…

“Uhh…”

Too late. When I tried to get up, it was already too late.

No engineer could stop a dam that had already burst.

* * * * * * *

“…”

“I won’t spill my milk again. I promise.”

“…I won’t ever spill milk on a tired Siheon again.”

Sansuyu’s face turned red as she muttered the humiliating words.

A sudden flash above the ceiling!

The fact that she raised her arms was less due to the reason for punishment and more because of my misdeeds amidst the mood.

Sansuyu’s trembling arms convulsed.

“…Siheon, I. It’s strange… My face feels hot. Ugh.”
“Ah, that means you’re embarrassed.”

Another day showcasing Sansuyu’s vast range of expressions.

Slyly, her damp breasts were displayed to me, and her armpits quivered. The lustful devil seemed eager to take its turn, but I gently held it back.

“Put your arm down now.”

With permission granted, she quickly lowered her arm to cover her chest.

“…Embarrassed?”
“Yes, exactly.”

She inquired if this was the appropriate way to express it.

“Embarrassed…”

She discarded the question mark and used it correctly.

In the past, she claimed there was no issue with friends revealing anything to each other. While physical intimacy increased, so did her sense of shame.

It felt like watching a daughter entering puberty.

“Ugh… when will this ever be cleaned up?”

I sighed while looking at the bed, soaked with breast milk.

After treating Sansuyu with healing powers and magic in two stages, there isn’t enough mana left to convert it to a cleaning spell.

“The problem was that I was overly excited and recklessly expended all my mana upon returning from meeting my master.”

The difficulty of the cleaning spell is considerable. It requires discerning and disposing of all substances on the floor that should be discarded and those that should not, a feat beyond the reach of most individuals.

I learned this spell around the time I was calculating spatial coordinates, known as the pinnacle of magic. Though it wasn’t too difficult forme personally, most wizards struggle to grasp it. The spell consumes a significant amount of mana, rendering it inefficient. It’s primarily wielded by mana tanks like me and Cheondo.

“Now that I think about it, I had forgotten about the side effect of breast milk production after the use of healing powers.”

This time, the effect was especially pronounced.

White breast milk pooled together, forming Seomjingang and Han rivers, spreading moisture throughout the room. The volume appeared to be three times greater than the previous occurrence.

“It’s difficult.”

If it were just ordinary breast milk, maybe… but this is Cornus’s milk. Mixed with the sticky summer tropical night, a faint sweet scent emanated from the ground.

Does it also allow intake through the respiratory system? Suddenly, my lower half swelled. I pulled my legs together as much as possible, pressed down with my hands, and tried to calm my mind and body.

“Siheon…”
“Hmm?”
“Are you upset?”

She cleverly used my own words against me.

“I’m not upset, but…”

It did feel somewhat absurd. How could a girl who isn’t even pregnant behave in such a way?

‘It’s not the best situation for joking, but at this level, it could probably handle dozens of people.’

Wheat and rice each have their own capacity to sustain a population, but Cornus’s ability to support a population seems unparalleled. Suspicion is inevitable.

“Still, does your chest hurt less than before?”
“…”

Cornus didn’t say a word.

“Are you in pain?”

As I asked, she shook her head.
Silently gazing at Cornus, soon an honest answer emerged.

“…It doesn’t hurt… It’s ticklish.”
“Ticklish?”
“……”
“This is somewhat related to your health… Please, tell me.”

I was aware that ever since her feelings began to develop, there were a few things she couldn’t share with me.
She would quickly close her laptop when I returned at night.
She would subtly touch herself while sleeping, among other things.

While I understood everything else, health issues were no ordinary matter.

As I pressed her, Cornus hesitated and slid her hands between her thighs.
In doing so, her previously hidden breasts jutted out.

“…That, um, that.”

A single drop of breast milk fell from the protruding part of her white T-shirt.
With her hair drooping like a remorseful puppy, Cornus cautiously confessed.

Upon hearing her words, my face stiffened.

“…So, it’s because of me?”

– Nod.

“So, do you want me to?”

– …Nod.

I can’t help but sigh. I wash my face with dry hands. The room is still filled with a savory and sweet fragrance.

“…And if I don’t?”

When I ask, just in case, she coyly pushes her chest outward.

“I… don’t think it’ll work.”
“Really? Can’t you… do it alone?”

Is this truly love borne from the heart, or something else? Our innocent Cornus seems to have learned some terrible things from her internet friends.

At first, it was simple curiosity.

Initiated by the keyword “fluid from the chest,” she followed the trail of automated search terms: “milk from the chest” ⟶ “breast milk” ⟶ “breast milk play.” As a result, she couldn’t help but pick up such knowledge.

It’s not as if there aren’t people who fantasize about breast milk. Around here, there’s also quite a bit of talk about breast milk, like the water that flows from the flowers of trees.

The censorship on such topics was not as strict as in Korea, where I had lived, so it wasn’t easy to find such information on the internet.

“So the reason this happens at dawn… is simply because of sexual desire?”

I had believed it was breast milk that emerged after an improvement in one’s condition. That wasn’t incorrect. In fact, when I used my power, Cornus’s chest noticeably swelled.

It had reached its maximum size just before the breast milk spilt. Perhaps… there were several triggers that caused some liquid to leak.

In short. Take responsibility.

-Gulp.

Saliva slid down my dry throat.

* * * * * * * *

“I’ve come to report on the progress… What’s wrong with your face?”

As soon as the female agent from the Termite faction saw my face, her eyes widened in surprise.

“…It’s nothing. How about Shiba?”

“Ah, we’ve successfully fabricated the information about the king’s daughter. We’ve erased all CCTV records from El Academy, from March to August. All records of their brief appearances in Seoul are gone too. Unless Azalea or Lee Se-Young reveal the truth… it’s safe to say there’s no way to find out.”

There was much to do in various aspects.

Regarding the orchestration from beginning to end, my preferences didn’t matter.

Until the deadline I set. How much more could be prepared?

The agent, who had been staring intently at me, cautiously asked again.

“The next matter is the Korean Hunter Association’s movements… um… Your Majesty.”

“Yes?”

“What happened to your face?”

“I made a few mistakes.”

“You, the king, who has always been so meticulous that you seemed inhuman, made mistakes?”

After the events in that dream, it wasn’t as if there were no changes to my body.

As the mind converged into one, it was only natural for it to become unstable, and the manifestation of magic was considerably flawed. There was no issue in using power, but the most significant factor was—

“Is it because of the increasing strength of the king’s influence?”

I discovered this while leading the white termites and gathering information. The power of the king within me was growing stronger. Upon revisiting that dream, I realized that the flowing energy had consumed nearly half of my body.

In other words, my sexual desire and vigor had become more potent than that of a lascivious demon. To the extent that I momentarily forgot my physical state.

It was absurd to have rendered such a pure Cornus so damaged.

“If only things had gone smoothly… It was all because of that damned breast milk.”

Seated in my office, resting my chin on my hand, I heaved a sigh. This was indeed a mistake.

As a result, it had become customary to be asked to share the bed every evening. If this was considered a change, then it was a bitter one.

In my shadowed vision, the events from days ago vividly swept past.