Chapter 22 – Ia Reese (3)

One.

What did I hear?

The fact that Pastor hugged me tightly, the fact that I was told he was nice, the fact that I felt relieved in this situation, all of them just didn’t understand.
One thing is for sure, being embraced by Paster was the best. All the fear, anxiety, and tension that had driven him crazy just by being held by him melted away.

“Sueu,,, whoa…”

And when I put my nose into Pastor’s chest like this and inhaled, this happy body odor was really real. Aromatherapy was a Paster Therapy that was no match.
If there was only one downside to this perfect embrace, it was that I sincerely wished this moment would repeat itself forever. It was downright addictive.

“Seuu, heuuu, suuu, heuuuuu…”

Breathing with his nose in his arms brought happiness to the inhalation and anticipation to the exhalation. In that cycle of perfect happiness, I was laughing like an idiot before I knew it.
Even though I thought that I shouldn’t show ugliness, I couldn’t stop laughing because I was so happy at this moment.

A hug that instantly turns a person into a fool… With the power of an S-class Awakener, you won’t be able to even hold out your business card in front of this hug…

As I was roaming about in happiness, Pastor untied his arm around my back and the back of my head to see if he had something to say and grabbed my shoulder. Then he pushed away and made eye contact with me.
My heart skipped a beat as the series of processes felt like lovers exchanging glances and sympathizing after hugging each other.

My face is hot, it must have turned red. Ugh… I always wanted to show Pastor the composure of being older.

Perhaps because of the romantic atmosphere, a flower garden bloomed in my head. A genuine comical monologue that I had never done before in my life came out.
Just when I was awkward with myself and thought, ‘I wish I could just give you a hug like before…’, Pastor’s mouth opened.

“Mr. Lees, did you deliberately play the villain because you felt sorry for me being captured by Scar? Now I know that I did things that were not like Mr. Ia Reese in order not to feel guilty or indebted to Mr. Ia Reese. So, you can stop acting like that. No matter how much it’s acting, I don’t want to see Ia Reese-ssi like that.”

When I heard his words, I almost asked back harshly, ‘What are you saying, Shibalom?’
Fortunately, the flower garden was still in bloom in my head, so I didn’t say anything really harsh, but I couldn’t help it.

What on earth can I do to reach such a result?

I just trashed Pastor’s most prized house, and even jokingly mocked him for losing it. If a normal person had experienced something like this, it was normal for them to go blind and rush at them with the determination to kill.

But why are you making this mistake? How much do you trust me to be able to think like this?

It was so fortunate that Paster didn’t hate him. However, his infinite trust was very strange even to me, who had reflected on me not to cross the line again.

Why do you trust me so much?

It was definitely a good thing to be trusted by him. However, his trust did not contain the affection between the opposite sex. To him, I was just a good older sister and a good work colleague.
There was no way I could develop a relationship like that into the one I wanted.

I wanted Pastor and I to be in a mutually dependent relationship, where we owned each other, depended on each other, and clung to each other. I was confident that I would do anything if I could.

Except for being hated by Paster.

Now I was in an ironic state where I was sincerely relieved that Pastor didn’t hate me, but felt helplessly uncomfortable with his infinite trust.

How the hell do I get Pastor to see me again? If I forcibly grabbed both cheeks and kissed her right now, wouldn’t they see me as a woman? Wouldn’t it be thrilling? You believe in me ‘Do you trust your sister Pastor? I’ll just kiss you So. Huh?’ After making it hard to say no and kissing him, wouldn’t it be enough to take advantage of that atmosphere and get rid of the first experience right away?

In my head, I yelled at Pastor to aggressively attack him, but after imagining that I might be hated by him, I became a little afraid to openly do so.
Right now, for me, it was best to just hug his waist without saying a word.

“…Are you done acting? Then, can I safely watch Ia Reese?”

Pastor turned my sincerity into smoke with a ridiculous illusion, but I couldn’t deny that.

For now… I want to be content with this moment. It’s because I’m so happy just cuddling Paster like this.

As before, I buried my face in his arms and nodded slightly. Like that, my sincerity turned into smoke just as he said.

It seemed that Pastor entered my heart more deeply than I could have imagined.

It’ll pass like this today, but next time there will be no soup… Oh, the pasta smells so good…

2.

“Heheh,hehe… Suuuuu…”

Ia Reese rubbed her brown, medium-length hair against my chest and smiled pleasantly as she smelled me. The natural laughter that came out of her mouth was like that of an angel.
With a warm smile on my face, I gently stroked the back of her head and thought quietly.

Fuck. What is this really Ia Rhys was the same crazy bitch as Scar?

The moment I reviewed the shocking fact, the hand that was stroking Iaris stopped without my knowledge.
Then Iaris looked up at me with doubt in her eyes, and I quickly buried her head in my chest with a soft smile.

“Ugh, ehehehe…”

Burying her face in her chest, Iaris regained her smile and began to smell her. As she looked down at the crown of her head, I broke out in a cold sweat.

I almost freaked out.

With a sigh of relief, Iaris revealed that she was not a normal person and recalled what she had said to me.

‘Now there is no reason to charge Scar Rate for repairs? It’s obviously me who broke Mr. Pastor’s house.’
‘What you were going to do to Scar Lait earlier, you have to do everything to me, right? That way you’ll be able to pay for repairs. Woo hoo hoo…’
‘You told me earlier. Mr. Pastor is so frustrated. Because I’m an idiot who doesn’t even know my heart. I couldn’t help it.’
‘Yes, would you understand me if I said this? Hmmm.’
‘Eh, if I don’t do this at least Mr. Pastor… He won’t even be interested in me!’

I just remembered the words I had heard and the situation, but I got goosebumps all over my body.
At first, she tried to get over it by saying, ‘I guess she’s just kidding’ or ‘I guess she’s doing this because there’s a reason she has to be this way.’ But as her words continued, her doubts turned to conviction.

No matter how ignorant I am of women’s minds, I couldn’t help but notice it if I said it this far.

Iaris, who firmly believed that he was a normal person, is in fact a crazy bitch comparable to Scar, and for some reason, he wants to possess me.

It was a well-known fact in the world of Awoken that Iaris enjoyed great luxury before entering the Liars Trap.

Ia Reese had a peculiar habit related to extravagance.
It was said that when one object they liked caught their eye, they would turn their attention away from everything except that object and do everything they could to get their hands on it.

Regardless of how long it took or how much money was required, it was Ia Rhys who got what she wanted.

She came from a slum and had a dark past, and she was also a role model for many awakened people, so even with such great luxury, her image did not deteriorate.
Rather, she was called the one who deserved such luxury.

When I first heard this story, I, like everyone else, nodded.
‘If an S-class Awakener doesn’t have extravagance, who in the world can afford extravagance’, he said, along with some thoughts.

And not long after, Ia Reese was transferred to Liar’s Trap.
Iaris, she transferred to our guild, and until one or three months passed, she continued to use her luxury to some extent.
She even plastered the infirmary with numerous cabinets to decorate her luxuries, but at some point, she cut off her luxuries at once and she stopped paying attention.

That was the moment when I started getting really close with her.

Holy Puck. This dog is fucking creepy.

When I thought of Iaris’ mannerisms, the point at which her extravagance had ceased, and Iaris’s possessive desire for me, her legs hit me hard.
She hadn’t cut off her luxuries. She was just waiting, patiently waiting for the right moment to get what she wanted.

“···Yes? Paster…? Why do you stop…? It’s hard?”

When her hand stopped, Iaris couldn’t stand it for a moment and tilted her head.
I looked at her and gave her a smile that wasn’t awkward as much as possible, then I stroked her hair again and said,

“Miss Iaris, can I take her home now? I don’t want to keep my life saver in ruins like this.”
“This is a life saver! I think that’s a bit overkill Mr Pastor! It’s just that a close older sister who cares for Mr. Pastor only stepped in for her close younger brother. Don’t feel pressured. OK?”

With her hands around my waist, Iaris, who spoke like the nicest person in the world, was a crocodile who never let go of her prey.
To avoid being bitten by a crocodile, she had to become a crocodile bird, cleaning the crocodile’s teeth.
In order to do that, it was first and foremost to make her stop thinking about biting her.

“If you want that, I will do it regardless. Mr. Ia Reese. No… This, sister Ia.”

Iaris blushed and smiled brightly at her title of older sister and calling her by her first name, leaving her last name behind.

Gently stroking the back of her head, I cried out in my heart.

Why does this only happen to me!!!!!