Chapter 205

〈 Chapter 205 〉 Part 1, Chapter 10, Section 8

After subduing the couple who were causing a ruckus between floors…

I revived the Light Blade I had slain, and in the room restored by Architect, we had to have a heartfelt consultation with the couple.

“First off, I’m sorry for interrupting when you two were getting heated.”

“Nah. It was our fault for acting so recklessly.”

“…Sorry about wrecking things.”

When I apologized first, the couple readily followed suit.

They immediately bowed upon seeing Architect’s expression as they returned from feeling an earthquake while just about to rest, and Architect, with a soulless face, repaired the building before fleeing down to the underground cavern.

We remained silent for quite some time, until finally Light Blade broke the ice.

“That naked girl… is she really a demigod?”

“Yeah. Though Phoenix turned her into a monster, making her a spirit, SS-rank eyes can see her. In a semi-transparent form.”

Xiao Lin probably doesn’t know that even Light Blade can see her. After all, the only SS-ranks he’s seen are me and Seok Harang, along with spirits, so she might mistakenly think they can’t see her.

“Hmph… that kid…”

“People have different tastes, after all. Like how your uncle here likes lolis.”

“You wanna die?”

“Correction. Empty vessel taste.”

I caught the water stream shot by Anastasha with my hand. Since I can’t keep troubling Architect again, I quickly evaporated the water stream.

“If you keep destroying people’s rooms, I’ll really get mad. Do you know any other place that cleans up such messes as neatly as this?”

“…Probably not?”

“Hm. That’s appreciated.”

The overwhelming stench of sex that knocks people out upon entering is strong enough to even make me, an SS-rank, feel dizzy.

Even if Gaeul wipes everything away with her tentacles, or Yu I-shin rolls up her sleeves and cleans all day, or I burn it all away with flames and ventilate, traces remain.

“I don’t have anything against enjoying marital life, but please consider those who have to clean up afterward.”

“But…”

“To catch up on twenty years takes more than daily effort, ya know.”

Even if libido increases in middle age, could it really be this intense?

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Monsters don’t tire.”

“Hey, I’m Raon from the Round Table. An S-rank special ability user.”

Black Flame Dragon thought it was incredible how these physically superior beings who could chew through anything were solely interested in sexual activity.

“Aren’t you tired?”

“Nope. It’s thrilling. Always fresh.”

“It’s great now that we can try positions we couldn’t with Rusalka!”

Is there nothing but passionate love in the minds of these two? Unable to contain my lament, I dropped the line that would sink them.

“We’re having a Round Table meeting in Seoul soon, right? Seok Harang will come too. What do you plan to do?”

“Uh…”

“……”

Light Blade and Rusalka’s faces stiffened.

“How long do you plan to keep running away?”

“Well, we’d like to meet him too.”

“……But we lack the courage.”

When Seok Harang finished his business in Beijing and came down to Busan, the couple hastily packed their bags and fled Busan to return to Seoul.

One reason was terrorizing accommodations in Busan with nocturnal activities, getting blacklisted across the city, but mainly they left Busan to avoid accidentally meeting Seok Harang.

“True, one tried to kill us at birth, and the other abandoned us for twelve years, so guilt is understandable.”

“Don’t lay it all out so plainly, alright?”

“Still, didn’t you raise him as a disciple for nine years?”

“Then should we call Seok Harang? He’ll be here in less than ten minutes if summoned. Let me call him.”

I lightly placed my finger on the magical gear, and the couple rushed to grab each arm.

“Kid, are you insane?”

“Tshrek, …….”

“Call him Trash. You’re used to it.”

“Trash. Give us time. We still have five and a half years left, right?”

“Ah.”

Light Blade and Rusalka continue to avoid meeting Seok Harang. And Seok Harang has no intention of seeking them out—his parents—until they take the first step. This I confirmed directly with Seok Harang himself, so it’s genuinely his true feelings.

“Can five and a half years really pass that quickly? Who’s going to look after Seok Harang then?”

“There’s you, isn’t there?”

“What?”

Light Blade frowned. Even in a harmonious marriage, consensus hasn’t been reached on this issue.

“Why? Darling. She’s not completely crazy or extremely wicked, is she?”

“But we can’t entrust Harang to someone so reckless, can we?”

“Darling. You mustn’t judge by human standards.”

Rusalka spread her ten fingers.

“After all, we aren’t human. Doesn’t judging by human standards pose a slight problem?”

“So?”

“I say…”

Rusalka patted my head soothingly.

“It doesn’t matter how much this chick spreads her legs. Whether it’s countless women or just one man.”

“…Could you phrase that better?”

“Am I wrong?”

“Then, Rusalka…”

Light Blade asked seriously. His trembling voice carried a hint of tension.

“You, do you possibly also-”

“Darling. I’ve become human, haven’t I?”

Rusalka pressed her finger to her lips, then moved it to Light Blade’s.

“Then we must follow human customs. Oh my, darling, does that mean you’re eyeing another woman-”

“Absolutely never. I’ll have you alone for life.”

“Showing affection is good, but not in our room…”

“Trash.”

The couple looked at my spacious bed with fire in their eyes.

“Can’t you lend us the bed once?”

“It looks so soft. Oh my, isn’t this something from Yoo Sung? A European manufacturer, perhaps?”

The couple had already commandeered my bed. My head throbbed.

“It was procured by Yun Yuhwa. He said this was better than theirs.”

“President Eun wouldn’t leave that untouched, would he? Did he personally give it to you? Someone else’s stuff?”

“Light Blade. Let me tell you a truth the world would gasp at.”

I revealed a shocking truth to the couple, something the public would find astonishing.

“Eun Yuhwa doesn’t have a single item from Yoo Sung in his room.”

“Ho.”

“Really?”

“There are other manufacturers he selectively uses, picking only the best, to comparatively elevate Yoo Sung’s quality. That’s the logic.”

Though the words sound fancy, sometimes ignorance is bliss regarding harsh truths.

“So about that bed. Since I’ve adjusted it with magic power, it absolutely won’t break or have the sheets torn.”

“Th-then?”

“……You can use it, but I won’t be able to leave until Gaeul finishes her ad and returns to Seoul. Is that okay?”

“Oh my, oh my. Are you perhaps shy?”

Rusalka, already diving onto the bed, tapped her hips lying sideways as a tease, naturally aimed at her husband, Light Blade.

“Watching others’ affairs is indeed trash-like behavior.”

Light Blade naturally embraced Rusalka from behind, their movements so fluid they seemed already one.

“Hey. That’s my bed, you know?”

“You allowed us to use it, didn’t you? Hmph.”

“I never said you could use it.”

“You didn’t say we couldn’t, did you.”

“……You sure are eloquent when it matters.”

I wanted to scold him to use that smooth talk to apologize to Seok Harang, but barely restrained myself. Until Gaeul returns, I had work piled up to handle.

“Hey, can we scream all we want?”

“……I’ll put up a barrier. Ha. Damn.”

I released a pulse of magic power to erect a barrier. My room became its own world, ensuring no sound from within would escape.

“Looks like that brat is quite interested in our actions since they won’t leave. Rusalka. Let’s show them.”

“Right. Maybe we should just strip completely? Show them how well we perform-”

“……Damn, I can’t take it anymore.”

I slammed my palm on the table and slumped in my chair. The couple looked at me silently, and I poured strawberry milk into a mug, offering it to them.

“Go ahead and do what you want. I’ll critique thoroughly.”

“Oh my. Aren’t you bragging despite never having done this kind of thing?”

“Indeed. Then there’s nothing to be done. Rusalka, let’s show them.”

The couple started rolling around on the bed. I sipped my strawberry milk, calmly watching their affair.

“Pfft, ha, how’s it? Envious? Still, I’m not giving you my husband. Hmph.”

“I’d rather die than do that. I’ll spend my life with you, Rusalka.”

Without any sense of shame, they tried to seduce me in the nude. But their act only made me yawn.

“All those positions you’ve tried with Yuinah.”

“What….”

“Wha-what…?”

“Ah, forget it. Don’t worry about it and keep going.”

In the end, unable to bear it, I gave them a few pointers on positions and techniques.

Light Blade and Rusalka were excellent students, learning ten things from one lesson, attentively listening to my explanations. Before I knew it, I found myself enthusiastically explaining.

“At that point, press downward forcefully. Right. You need to go deep inside almost excessively for that position. This technique is called ‘Breeding Press,’ though it sounds strange…”

That day marked the beginning of my career as the couple’s counselor.

…Why?

* * *

At the moment Phoenix became the couple’s sex coach,

Gaeul was dealing with her own troubles.

“Yes, cut! Wow, Miss Cheongnyeon could act too! Impressive for a first-timer!”

“Ye-yes…”

Embarrassed, Gaeul couldn’t lift her head. Despite being a veteran actor for fourteen years, she’d racked up nearly ten NGs and exceeded the target hour-long shoot.

“…”

Acting through Cheongnyeon’s body? No, it wasn’t that. Though Gaeul’s transformation ability copies the subject’s special abilities perfectly, recreating their appearance flawlessly, it caused an external factor to unsettle Gaeul’s composure.

“Excuse me…”

A young man named Seung-hyeong approached Gaeul with bleached white hair. This man standing right before her was the reason she received the “impressive for a first-timer” comment.

“Could we talk privately for a moment?”

“Whoa, Mr. Hwakwon proposing a date already?”

The staff nearby whistled and joked around. Squinting her eyes, Gaeul waved her hands awkwardly.

“No, it’s not a date request but a duel challenge.”

“What?”

“Personally, I’m very interested in Black Flame Dragon. After all, Seol Hwa-ryeong defeated Black Flame Dragon too, right? I wondered if I could do it too.”

Seung-hyeong practiced shadow boxing in the air, burning with fighting spirit. The staff, who had anticipated a budding romance between the handsome and beautiful pair, dispersed with disappointed glances at Seung-hyeong’s innocent expression.

“…This isn’t the place to talk. Come to my dressing room.”

“Just a moment.”

Baek Hee-a blocked Cheongnyeon’s path as she was about to rise.

“Isn’t it problematic for a lady to enter a man’s room alone?”

“What’s the problem?”

“Well…”

Baek Hee-a’s face reddened. Seung-hyeong also blushed slightly upon catching Baek Hee-a’s meaning, while Gaeul frowned deeply and stood up.

“Don’t worry. It won’t be just the two of us.”

Gaeul pointed to an empty space.

Puff! The air rippled, revealing a blue-haired woman with long black tresses.

“Miss Military God?! How long have you been here?!”

“I’ve been here for quite some time.”

Xiao Lin revealed her presence briefly before disappearing again. Baek Hee-a sighed in relief, and Gaeul immediately turned and headed toward the dressing room.

“Ugh, where’s that weird smell coming from?”

“Your nose is broken. Hey, who spilled water here?”

As the passing staff tidied up the completed shooting site, Seung-hyeong dashed to the association’s café and ordered three drinks. The coffee arrived quickly, and Seung-hyeong brought them into “Cheongnyeon’s dressing room.”

Creak.

The door opened, and on the bed sat a girl with azure hair demurely seated. Seung-hyeong closed the door and entered, channeling magic power to prevent any sound from leaking out.

“Here you go. Caramel Macchiato.”

“I prefer strawberry.”

“That’s for Miss Cheongnyeon, not Miss Gaeul, right?”

“Tch.”

Gaeul accepted the coffee with her lips pouted out. Seung-hyeong took his share and glanced around with the remaining one.

“Miss Military God…?”

“Thank you.”

Xiao Lin swiftly appeared, gulped down the caramel macchiato in one go, and disappeared again. Seung-hyeong, an SS-rank, hadn’t noticed the ghostly movements of the SS-level spirit at all.

“Why did you order the same drink for everyone? Get more variety next time.”

Gaeul revealed her true self, undoing her transformation. Seung-hyeong gestured to the coffee in his own hand and shrugged.

“I was in a rush.”

“Hmph. Another person judging others by their magic power. There’s another pervert.”

Gaeul sneered and furrowed her brow.

“Fine. So why did you want to see me alone? Not trying to pull another misery stunt, are you?”

“Now that Miss Gaeul dislikes me continuing to push my feelings, it’s bothersome. I don’t want to be remembered as some low-class guy in Miss Gaeul’s heart.”

“…Not being obnoxious like someone else is refreshing. Alright. Let’s stay cool. From now on, just call me ‘older sister.’ Just a friendly senior-junior relationship. Okay?”

“…Feels kinda weird, but okay Older Sister. Friendly senior-junior.”

Seung-hyeong coolly accepted the relationship Gaeul proposed. Too cool an answer made Gaeul suspect some hidden agenda, but Seung-hyeong showed no signs of hiding his feelings.

“Ugh, keep comparing me to someone… If I told you I liked you, what would you do?”

“If it’s genuine, I’d consider it, but Older Sister isn’t like that, is she?”

“Did you eat something bad? Or have you fallen for someone else in between?”

“Is Older Sister trying to link me with Miss Cheongnyeon too? Geez. It’s not that. I had one thing to discuss with Miss Cheongnyeon.”

“…”

If not a romantic relationship, what kind of favor could he possibly ask for? While Gaeul pondered, Seung-hyeong cleared his throat cautiously and spoke.

“I have a question… About ‘Gi-seon.'”

Seung-hyeong’s face radiated confidence.