Chapter 559

〈 Episode 559 〉 [Lily Side Story] Chang-yeom and Phoenix 013

After returning to Busan.

I changed out of the hanbok provided by the association into casual clothes, then headed toward the coordinates Seok Harang had recorded using her magical gear.

“Should I break the window and come in?”

[Even if things are already chaotic, breaking a window will make her extremely angry, you know?]

While I was drawing aggro from a monster in Okinawa, Seok Harang fought against garbage monsters that had piled up all over the house.

But how could Seok Harang possibly defeat such powerful and ferocious monsters without my help?

Without my assistance, Seok Harang, whose survival skills are D- rank, can do nothing. She doesn’t bother cooking food because it’s too troublesome. Instead, she either eats at the specially prepared room in a nearby hotel or orders takeout.

“Monsters may die spectacularly, but they don’t clean up plastic.”

[She does separate recyclables, but you’ll still find plastics scattered around the house, huh? Puh-heh.]

There’s a high possibility that plastic trash is lying around everywhere.

Her hobbies consist only of lounging on the bean bag watching TV or movies.

The problem is that she snacks while watching and leaves the mess behind, so there’s a high chance those snacks are scattered throughout the room.

As for clothes?

It’s not even worth mentioning. Thanks to friends who care about maintaining the dignity of heroes, Seok Harang manages decent formal wear when appearing in public. Otherwise, she might have been known as Princess Sandal instead of Princess Snow.

People often tell stories about Seok Harang. She should be truly grateful for DLCs.

“Otherwise, she’d be called a fashion terrorist.”

[Hmm, she looks good even when dressing casually, but that casualness is infuriating. Come on, long-sleeve hoodie with hot pants and three-line sandals? That’s outrageous, right?]

“……”

Is this really okay?

“Hmm.”

Anyway, while waiting for Seok Harang to open the door, I ordered a large amount of clothing online to be delivered to her house.

Since I’m ordering from Yu-Sung’s clothing store, she’ll definitely know where I’m staying.

“It’s about time—”

Creak.

I smiled widely at the white-haired woman opening the door, Seok Harang.

“Aren’t you working too hard cleaning?”

“A, w-well…”

“Since we’ll be living together, let me help too.”

While Seok Harang hesitated, I slipped my foot through the doorway and entered.

“……”

[Gulp.]

Inside was a scene of utter devastation. Garbage bags hastily bought were stacked and scattered across the floor, filled with various random items.

Chaos.

Destruction.

And complete disarray.

‘Should I just run away?’

[How about buying a new house and setting it up as our honeymoon home?]

Even Chang-yeom finds this unbearable. Since I didn’t say anything for a while, Seok Harang nervously fidgeted with her fingers and looked at me.

“T… I did clean up…”

[…….]

It’s not that I’m speechless. Chang-yeom was speechless first. I knew she was like this, but I never imagined it would be this bad.

Even though this takes place a few years before the original timeline, she’s nearly a third or fourth-year university student, yet lives like this.

“It’s fine.”

I took off my coat. On purpose, I wore a sleeveless top with short pants under my coat for easy movement.

“Eh….”

Seok Harang stared at me as she took my coat. I gathered my hair with my hand and pointed to her.

“Harang, can you make me a hair tie?”

“A hair tie?”

“Yes. Just create one with ice.”

“A… Okay, okay!”

Seok Harang immediately made a magical strand of ice resembling a rubber band. Surprisingly fast and precise, it made her blink in surprise.

“Huh…?”

Of course she’d be surprised. Her magic power seems to have increased, or perhaps it’s a sign of awakening. How else could her abilities have improved except for that night with me!

“Uh… Could it be… No, it’s not because of that… right?”

Whether Seok Harang misunderstands or not—actually, misunderstanding suits me better—I reached towards the pile of garbage she had collected.

“Let’s go.”

Whoosh.

As soon as I ignited flames inside the room, Seok Harang gasped but quickly recognized the magical signature and exclaimed in admiration.

“Wow…!”

“It’s just a trick.”

The ability to burn garbage with magic. It simply incinerates everything without leaving ashes. A tiny bit of dust might remain, but I can collect and dispose of it later.

“Can I burn everything in these bags?”

“The fire hazard…?”

“Magic fire doesn’t trigger sprinklers.”

I burned all the garbage in every corner of Seok Harang’s house.

“That black bag—”

“Aaaah!!”

At some point, Seok Harang screamed and blushed in embarrassment, but I didn’t ask questions and burned everything in the trash bags.

All the food in the fridge got burned and disposed of.

I sterilized the sink with a blue flame-covered sponge.

And to freshen up the entire room…

“Harang, can you make a few candles out of ice?”

“Like…this?”

“Perfect.”

Using the ice candles Seok Harang created, I lit them with faint magical flames, eliminating odors like scented candles. The room gradually filled with a sweet scent of strawberries and blueberries.

[Scented candles and making it cozy, perfect. Too romantic… except one thing.]

“Harang, where’s the bed?”

“B… B-bed?”

Seok Harang pointed to a small room with a pale face, feeling her heart sink. I opened the door she secretly guarded, no, the gate to hell.

“…Just a closet full of clothes.”

Nothing but clothes. However, seeing high-end garments worth tens to hundreds of thousands of dollars scattered around like cheap t-shirts made me feel a little uneasy.

‘The total value of clothes here must exceed 200 million won.’

Whoosh.

I set fire to the entire closet.

“Phoenix!?”

“Harang, I’ll compensate for the wardrobe later. But look at this.”

Swish.

I slightly pulled the top part of my shirt. Startled and furious, Seok Harang froze at the sight of my shirt stretching like chewing gum.

“W-What is this…?”

“This is clothing made with magic power. Like personal shields, it wraps your body in lightweight designs. As you can see…”

I extended my hand forward and instantly wove magic power.

“Ta-da. Princess Snow battle suit, Cyan type.”

“……”

Seok Harang’s lips quivered at the sight of the blue-winged outfit I created for her.

It’s too beautiful.

“…How did you do that?”

“Puh-heh, I’ll teach you. This makes regular clothes unnecessary… Of course, I’ll buy you all-new outfits. That room… well, needed purification in many ways.”

It was to remove an S-Rank hero-level earth monster hiding in the clothes. No need to reveal the truth.

“Is this how everyone in America does it?”

“Nope. This is my exclusive technique. Even in America, only a few people, including my acquaintances, know about it.”

“Why are you showing me this?”

“Why not?”

I approached Seok Harang. She stumbled backward and fell onto the bean bag, and I leaned over her like last night, caressing her cheek.

[Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!]

I was going to kiss her anyway. I was more than willing to kiss heroines, and I needed to keep my kissing muscles limber for the day with Chang-yeom.

[Phoenix, you always know what I want! Why were you born a man?!]

“…Harang.”

Ignoring the bluebird flapping above my head, I gently pushed Seok Harang’s hand into my shirt.

“How much of what I’m wearing is made of magic?”

“!!”

Seok Harang’s eyes reddened with confusion. I leaned down close to her ear.

“Try guessing. Then I’ll teach you. This… even the White House wanted it classified as a national secret.”

“I-it’s…”

Rustle, rustle.

I moved closer so Seok Harang could feel it. Sliding my leg between hers, I buried myself deeper into the bean bag until our breaths almost touched.

“Is… Is the underwear… not magical too…?”

“……”

Clack.

I lightly kissed her cheek.

“Hehe, Harang, you need to feel it better.”

“Then… here…”

Nod. Seok Harang covered her lips with the back of her hand and turned her head.

“Please be gentle like yesterday.”

It’s still daylight outside? History is often written at night, but who cares. If this is what she wants…

‘It’s about time.’

As I slid my hand into her hoodie to undress her…

Eeeeeeeeeeeng—

The emergency alarm signaling a monster attack began to blare.

“Shit! I was about to get busy here. I’m going insane!”

“C-Crap…”

“……”

In response to the spirits’ swearing, I could only give an awkward smile.

[By the way, the correct answer is no bra and no panties. Puh-heh.]

If a woman is going to wear undergarments, it’s better not to wear any at all.