Chapter 463

〈 Chapter 463: Part 1, Chapter 19 – 19 〉

He replied as sharply as a blade. Cheongnyeon, Cheongnyeon.

“Blue Flame? It’s practically the same as Chang-yeom.”

“If we call her outright ‘Chang-yeom,’ she’ll get caught later. That’s why we’re changing the name. It sounds intuitive, and most importantly…”

He grinned as he firmly grabbed my face.

“In the story that you and I are crafting, you’ll be the protagonist. Not some Spandex Mugungwha Boy, but someone else entirely.”

“…Then what about you?”

“Hmm, your heroine? Hehe.”

Ah.

Seriously?

“…What a nuisance.”

Whoosh!

The hero going after the heroine is one thing, but the heroine trying to conquer the hero? Who even knows what this guy’s thinking.

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D-1002

The foundation work was done. While making lame jokes, he muttered something about wanting to cuddle, and whenever he crossed the line, I immediately incinerated him.

“Ha!”

He didn’t know it, but I was counting every single death of his. Every time I personally killed him, I had no choice but to count. Once I started counting, there seemed to be no end, and I realized how many times I’d actually killed him. But I didn’t feel sorry for him—after all, he deserved to die.

“Yes! Let’s cuddle!”

With an excited face, he cleaned around the house. When he suggested decorating our new home together, I carelessly nodded, and so he earnestly began decorating our new “honeymoon home.”

“Should we install a double door? Or remove it? After all, it’s a window—it might break if you eat me alive.”

“Would an expandable balcony be better…? More space would look nicer, don’t you think? What do you think?”

“Wallpaper design in all blue? Isn’t that too much like a mental hospital? How about using blue as an accent wall?”

He asked me one by one about things he could’ve decided on his own, and although his questions were annoying, I answered them all. His face looked like he’d pout if I didn’t, and since this place was being made for me, I couldn’t just let him do whatever he wanted.

‘What kind of room is he planning?’

I already knew. On the Death Dinass ship, with Baek Hee-a’s tacit approval, he had set up a pancake shop next to the commander’s office. Depending on the client’s preferences, the interior decoration inside changed—sometimes it became a water bed, sometimes filled with triangular wooden dolls. For example, Cheon Gaeul’s counseling room turned into a prison-type setup where various SM plays took place.

“Hmph, as for the bed…”

“Excuse me.”

I stopped him from flipping through the catalog.

“What exactly do you plan to do in this house?”

“What else can a couple do?”

He slapped his fist into his palm. The overt gesture made my stomach churn momentarily. I snatched the catalog and exposed the lewd and cunning desires hidden in the furniture he’d chosen.

“Why do we need a bean bag? Are you planning to lie down together like Seok Harang and watch movies while doing *things*?”

“Instead of movies, how about watching my memories? I have episodes 1 through 17.”

“Why is the dining table height so specific? If I lie flat and you stand over me, it seems perfectly aligned…”

“It’s a coincidence. But shouldn’t we confirm whether it really fits? Want to check?”

“Not now. And finally, why is there only one bed?!”

“Well, because you and I will sleep in the same bed!”

I threw the catalog at his face. Even though it was just a catalog, in the realm of consciousness, I could freely reconstruct space according to my will. In the end, I manifested the king-sized bed he had chosen. He tossed me onto the bed and climbed on top.

“Mr. Yoo. How does living in such a house sound?”

“Nice. It feels human. But if we want a house like this, shouldn’t we move to New Seoul? There aren’t houses like this in New Seoul, right? They’re all 40 square meters.”

Even a quick glance confirmed that houses exceeding 100 square meters simply didn’t exist in New Seoul, the capital of this world.

“Planning to move to the rich neighborhood? Or are you going to threaten Yun Yuhwa to hand over a house?”

“Nope. We’ll live in hotels normally. This honeymoon house will always be reserved just for you.”

He held my hand. It was a signal asking if he could change the environment as he pleased, and I allowed him to transform the world. In an instant, he turned our honeymoon home into a hotel room.

“Ta-da! We’ll live like this normally, and then buy a house after saving enough money to rescue you.”

“We can save money on hotel stays and buy a house with it.”

“But if the hotel belongs to me, wouldn’t that work? Let’s make the hotel our hideout. A villain organization base for Blue Wind Sect. How does that sound? Let’s set it up in Yeouido where we can enjoy a great view of Han River. If we ever feel like skating along the riverbank at night, we can go down easily.”

“Skating or not, you’re awfully bold planning to build a hotel in the middle of Seoul and openly act as a villain. People will suspect us if the only shiny building in a devastated Seoul is a hotel.”

“Then let’s restore Seoul. Let’s start by establishing roots here.”

He shrugged nonchalantly. I felt slightly irritated that the plans we had meticulously prepared beforehand were falling apart.

“Are you kidding? We just agreed to infiltrate New Seoul. Now what? Restore Seoul? Do you want to die again?”

“No, no, listen carefully. Think about it. The Han River area is geographically important on the Korean Peninsula. It serves as a deterrent against the nuclear cats in Pyongyang, the Chinese nuclear disputes, and simultaneously checks Sun-go-sam.”

“…I’m not helping you. Go ahead and try.”

“Hehe, you’re upset. Just hear me out first before judging.”

He started chattering about his plan.

Someone who can monitor all of Seoul, someone who can restore all of Seoul, and someone who can politically protect Seoul from government pressure—all working together with the Blue Wind Sect to protect and develop Seoul. It was a plan that made me involuntarily laugh.

“What about the budget?”

“Hmm, maybe we can catch those coming down from DMZ and sell their cores to Yuha?”

“You’re insane! The money Yun Yuhwa steals is astronomical. Selling abroad might fetch over 10 billion won, but when you haggle, it drops to 3.3 billion. You call that reasonable?”

“At least we secure trading partners and boost domestic economy, scoring points with both Yuha and Hee-a. If 6.7 billion isn’t enough, we can earn more, right? And the most important part is…”

He rubbed my stomach with his hand.

“Our Miss Ra should live in Seoul eventually. It’ll be a good opportunity to prove that Seoul doesn’t have to be your grave. Shin-ra and Phoenix showing that they can live in Seoul without dying—it’s like staging a protest.”

His words sounded flashy.

“Go ahead and honestly tell me you want to buy a big house in Seoul, live with 17 people, give each person their own room, and run a pancake business.”

“I want to buy a big house in Seoul, live with you, and dedicate each of the 17 rooms to different themes. This one could be a medieval nobleman’s mansion, this one a spa, this one a library… Maybe we could turn one room into a cafe? So Miss Ra can eat cake while I join her.”

“You mean ‘eating’ Shin-ra?”

“Exactly.”

Bang!

I threw him out the window. He probably won’t die. Now that he has wings, he’ll either fly back or walk up soon.

“Eating strawberry cake and fooling around? Worst case scenario.”

Later, the Mint Chocolate monsters might curse him into eating mint chocolate forcefully. As I waited quietly in the hotel room, I lost myself in thought.

“Which one should we try first?”

If possible, I’d like to give him an experience he hasn’t had with other women…

‘They all involve Yua.’

What hasn’t Yua done, and what hasn’t been done with other heroines? I reviewed the memories he had shown me, claiming they contained everything about him. According to him, these were “cases arbitrarily selected by the Oracle,” shortened as . Inside were all the plays he had engaged in with 16 game heroines.

And those countless plays could be summarized as having done practically everything human-to-human with Yua alone. Feeling unnecessarily heated, I compared each record one by one.

“Outdoor play…pass with Yua and Xiao Lin. Pool play…pass with Yua and Park Ra-on. School uniform play…pass with Yua and Nuri. SM…pass with Yua and Cheon Gaeul. NTR…nobody did it? But I don’t want it anyway.”

While liking百合 (yuri) scenes involving male intrusion, he strictly avoided anything beyond a 3P unless he was involved. I could sense his devious intentions, but his possessiveness reassured me. At least once we consummate our relationship, he won’t say something like, “I want to see you crying over another man.”

“Except he might still want to see me cuddling with other women…”

What method would be best? I went through his memories one by one, guessing what kind of love-making he desired with me. Would it be simple missionary position? Or continuous sex in a hotel bed? Or perhaps a Yua cosplay scene?

‘That’s kinda awkward.’

If I dressed up like Yua and pretended to be her, it would become a very familiar act for him. All I’d have to do is imitate what Yua did, and he could repeat what he did with her.

“…Hmm, no. We need to come up with something special.”

“What kind of method?”

He had returned to the room and sat on the couch. I leaned on his shoulder as I sat beside him.

“Hmm…how about a way to make you hate me?”

“Why suddenly?”

“Well, this is just hypothetical. Imagine if my preference was NTR…”

“…”

He bit his lips, clearly taken aback. Seeing his reaction made me mischievous.

“In that case…if I truly found joy in seeing the person I love connect with others, would you grant me that? That’s what I truly desire. Puhehe.”

“…”

He whispered low into my ear while placing his hands on my chest and waist.

“You’re lying.”

“…”

How did he know? As I internally panicked, he pulled me tightly into his arms and murmured.

“That will never happen. Whose Phoenix am I?”

“Mine. So I can decide, right?”

“True, but…our Miss Ra will never do that.”

He confidently declared to me.

“Once you fall in love with me, Miss Ra, you’ll be blinded by jealousy. If I ever waver toward another woman, you’d kill her without hesitation—how terrifying.”

“…Are you mocking me?”

“Nope. That’s a fact. And I’m the same.”

He laid me down while holding me and climbed on top.

“So let’s test our physical compatibility first. If this works, the rest will likely follow.”

“…”

I said nothing. He took that as permission and buried his head into my collarbone.

Slurp.

After leaving a short hickey, his hand slid down my lower abdomen and further down. I struck his back.

Poof!

I stabbed his heart and burned him away.

“…I haven’t given permission for that yet.”

As his hand grazed my private areas, my vision went completely white.