Chapter 584

〈 Chapter 584 〉 Part 2, Chapter 1, Section 14

Morning came.

The Fengyuhuan (blueberry-flavored) I made during the night was carefully stored in the fridge, and after waking up from sleep, I greeted the morning.

The very first thing I had to do in the morning was one: to soothe Yuna who’s still sulking.

“……”

“Yuna, I’m sorry.”

I explained the situation to Yuna, who had come running for me since dawn. Since I used my special ability to make the Fengyuhuan, I would have to wait about 17 hours for the magic power supply to recover.

“So you’re going to feed that to Seok Harang?”

“That’s the gist of it.”

“…If she finds out what the main ingredient is, she’ll definitely try to kill you.”

“Don’t worry. It wasn’t like I added several servings; there’s just one.”

“……”

Yuna was still sulking. I knew why Yuna was sulking, and I also knew exactly how to cheer her up. Wrapping my arms around Yuna’s waist from behind, I pulled her towards the bed.

“Our Yuna, were you waiting to be with your older brother?”

“O, Oppa?”

Changing the honorific made Yuna’s face turn bright red. Clutching the ample bosom clearly visible beneath her white shirt, I slowly laid Yuna down on the bed.

“I’ve been waiting to be with Yuna too.”

I climbed on top of Yuna. Her heart began pounding violently, and with my other hand, I unbuttoned the front of her jeans.

“A….”

“Hmph, you’re already wet?”

“T, That’s something I can’t help…”

Yuna turned red and averted her gaze. Of course, the reason Yuna came at dawn was because she wanted to share our magic power.

“You even wore cute underwear. Were you thinking about it while putting it on? Hoping it’d get taken off.”

“……I’ll pass on that.”

Yuna avoided answering. Though her mouth stayed silent, her body spoke volumes. Pulling down my sleep pants—already tented high from the morning—I revealed myself.

“Hey, isn’t this office…?”

“Wasn’t the king-sized bed put here for this exact purpose?”

“…What about noise?”

“Don’t worry. The boss downstairs still has plenty of time before coming to work.”

I pulled Yuna’s jeans and panties down to her thighs. It took too long to fully remove them, so I lifted her legs into a straight position.

“I, This feels embarrassing…”

“What? Be specific or I won’t understand.”

“…Doing this as the sun rises…”

“You’ll get used to it. Morning coffee is called ‘morning coffee,’ right? There’s such a thing as ‘morning sex’ too.”

Unlike rolling around all night in the same bed and waking up without brushing teeth, we both showered thoroughly, prepared everything, and headed to the bed like starting the day’s first task at the office.

“Yuna, should I give you a blowjob before we start? We might need some lubrication.”

“…It’s fine.”

Yuna twisted her leg and smiled bashfully at me.

“I’ve been…a little moist since before I came in.”

“Yuna, you’re such a thorough girl. Then I’ll do exactly what you want.”

Crunch. Without hesitation, I thrust the tip in. Yuna’s insides were already heated up from the early morning.

“Ah, hold on. I forgot something.”

With just the tip inserted, I kissed Yuna’s calf and grinned.

“Bon appétit.”

“…Isn’t that mine to eat?”

“Of course. How delicious could this be? You skipped breakfast just to let me eat it.”

“……Pfft.”

Yuna hooked her slightly spread legs over my shoulders and reached out.

“I…no, Oppa, I wanted to eat you too. That’s why I didn’t eat breakfast and came straight here.”

Indeed, Yuna. Your eloquence on the bed knows no bounds. Pushing my erection into her wet warmth, I gradually established a rhythm.

“We’re going to keep doing this position today.”

And so, I enjoyed a simple breakfast with Yuna.

* * *

<A little later, near the office at Yu-Sung Spa.>

– Shower facilities? Hmm…do whatever works best. But the construction costs and restoring it to its original state are on you.

– Of course.

I received confirmation from Manager Huan regarding the installation of the shower facility. As soon as I got the go-ahead, we started construction immediately. Meanwhile, Yuna and I stopped by a nearby jjimjilbang for a quick shower and sat down in the middle of the room.

“It feels a bit strange for us to be doing this at this hour.”

“If anyone sees, they’ll probably think we’re foreigners experiencing Korean culture. Don’t worry. Ah, thank you. Thanks!”

I made a ridiculous face as I glanced around. Everyone looked surprised to see a blonde foreigner in a jjimjilbang but, seeing me pretending to be amazed by everything, they shrugged it off.

“Oh, what’s this?”

“Su-khoe (sweet rice drink).”

“Oh, su-khoe! Let’s drink it!”

“…Oppa, shouldn’t you stop this charade…”

Inspired by my soulful performance, Yuna blushed and lowered her head. Though I’m imitating a foreigner deeply immersed in Korean culture, apparently, I don’t quite capture the essence like ‘that man.’

“Hmm…disappointing. I thought following him would suffice.”

“Who?”

“Uh…just a moment. I remember his alias but not his name.”

<Architect>.

Unlike the protagonist, he’s purely American but obsessed with Korean architectural culture, wearing改良hanbok everywhere. In 2020, he served as an officer in the Blue Wind Sect, but by now, he’s likely been captured by <Tattooist> and is building underground dungeons in Daejeon. I was trying to emulate him.

“Anyway, everyone will just think I’m an ordinary foreigner. Even if someone gets suspicious, handing over my business card will make them say ‘Oh, I see’ and move on.”

“Well, that’s good. But Oppa, is it okay to leave the office empty like this? What if someone else comes in besides us…?”

“Don’t worry. There are people managing those things besides us. Surveillance devices are already installed. Ah, the su-khoe is delicious.”

“…Huh?”

Yuna’s expression stiffened.

“T, That means…?”

“Didn’t we talk about ‘that’? They probably heard every sound we made on the bed.”

“Just a moment!”

Yuna’s face went pale as she muttered.

“Weren’t we specifically talking about ‘that’…?”

“Yeah. That’s right. I intentionally said it so they could hear. That way, they’ll accept it more naturally.”

Both Yun Yuhwa and Baek Hee-a are smart women. A light hint about magic power sharing will subtly reveal my true nature to them. If either side understands me, it’s not really a problem.

“There should be one or two people in the hidden world who can support us discreetly.”

“…Are they ladies?”

“Yeah. They’ll join our squad someday.”

“…Hmm. Looks like we’ll need more beds.”

Yuna sighed deeply and gulped down the su-khoe.

“Still, Oppa, whoever you’re planning to recruit, you need to be careful. Especially in this country…”

“I know. Better than anyone.”

Just then, the TV mounted on the wall showed his face. A bespectacled man with a scar across his left eye. Though he appears more aggressive than Yuha, his sharp features command fear and charisma among his followers.

Sun Icheol.

[Hello.]

He stood solemnly in front of the public, dressed neatly in hanbok.

* * *

Dear beloved citizens,

We are the people of a nation with a strong spirit and will, having gained independence from Japanese colonization, created the miracle of the Han River, and overcome the IMF crisis. In this era of heroes and monsters, we face new adversities.

Pyongyang.

Once the land of monsters, they have crossed the 38th parallel, turning Seoul into ruins. For 13 years now, we’ve moved away from Seoul, which has been the center of our nation for hundreds of years since the Joseon Dynasty, to New Seoul.

We must reclaim Seoul. We must regain our lost dignity.

Of course, I deeply apologize for the numerous disappointments we’ve caused. However, failure is the mother of success, and we are certainly regaining our pride. At the 37th parallel frontlines centered in the southern part of Gyeonggi Province, our soldiers and heroes continue to tirelessly fight against the southward-advancing monsters, protecting what remains of our homeland.

2025. A new year has begun.

Now, we will change. Stronger heroes will advance on Seoul after extensive preparation. This time, it’s different. If we fail again, I will take full political responsibility and step down.

March 1st.

We will reclaim Seoul. Thank you.

* * *

The jjimjilbang erupted in fervor. It was so chaotic that it became difficult to even have a conversation with Yuna.

“In many ways, he’s quite extraordinary.”

“…Yeah, somewhat. But please don’t lose hope. The reason New Seoul still functions is thanks to him.”

“New Seoul is the only place functioning properly.”

“…Oppa? Do you dislike him?”

Yuna deliberately avoided naming anyone. But even without specifying, it was clear who I was mocking within the context of our conversation.

“Not exactly dislike. There are various reasons, but I can’t elaborate here. Right now.”

I gestured toward the riotous crowd in the jjimjilbang. They cheered as if they could retake Seoul immediately. Criticizing him in front of them would risk immediate mob justice.

“Yuna, you’re smart, so you’ll understand even if I beat around the bush, right?”

“Yes, of course.”

“Hmm…where should I start?”

There are countless reasons why the player dislikes him.

Personal issues with the player (protagonist), troubles caused by his dictatorship, and massive crimes committed behind the scenes all contribute. Among these, I chose one example I could share with Yuna.

“Yuna, imagine you have a lamp that grants any wish.”

“Aladdin?”

“Something like that. Literally, any wish you desire. What would you wish for?”

“Um…I wish to live happily with my family?”

Yuna smiled brightly at me. The fidgeting gestures carried much meaning. Pulling Yuna closer, I whispered in her ear.

“To me, if it’s not others, my squad is family.”

“…Oppa, you mean…”

“You thought the same thing, didn’t you?”

“….Really can’t stand you sometimes.”

Yuna pouted. I patted her back to comfort her.

“Anyway, there are people like Yuna who wish for happiness, but the world is full of diverse individuals. And they could easily misuse their wishes. For instance…”

I recalled a few examples.

“Immortality, infinite wealth and power, absolute obedience through voice alone, or even the destruction of the world.”

“This is getting increasingly extreme, isn’t it?”

“That’s true. And here’s another case. Someone loves another person and makes them look solely at themselves. Let’s say a man wished this upon the woman he loved.”

“…”

Yuna suddenly looked startled and began checking my expression. This particular example caught Yuna’s interest more than the others. So I quickly preempted her thoughts.

“What happened to the person who made that wish?”

“Um…didn’t they live happily ever after?”

“The woman killed her own family and the man’s family. The wish became extreme, preventing love for anyone else, including familial affection.”

“Ah…”

Yuna’s face paled. That alone was enough for her to understand. Although there was more to the story, there was no need to unnecessarily dig further and upset her.

“It’s the same with that guy. He has a wish he’d sacrifice anything to obtain.”

“…What is it? National strength and military power? Or making Korea great again?”

“If he had wished for that, at least he’d be considered a hardcore far-right nutjob, but unfortunately, his wish is extremely personal.”

“Yuna, excuse me for a moment.”

Making sure no one could see, I slipped my hand into Yuna’s jjimjilbang pants. Yuna tensed up but kept scanning the surroundings to ensure we weren’t discovered.

Crunch.

My finger entered her. Yuna shivered and exhaled softly.

“Haa, haa…aren’t you going to insert more? No one seems to have noticed yet…”

“This is his length.”

“……What?”

I inserted just one knuckle plus a little more. Yuna froze in shock, and I quickly withdrew my hand before anyone noticed.

“People call him ‘Seon Go-sam.'”

“……That doesn’t seem to mean his nerves are sharp like a third-year high school student.”

“You’re right. What you felt earlier is his reality.”

Actually, it’s closer to Seon Ko-sam when pronounced correctly. And his real wish to the magical lamp—the core of the otherworldly deity known as <Cube>—is only one thing.

“To increase that by six to seven times is his real wish.”

“……Ah.”

Yuna stared at the monitor with a sad expression.