Chapter 922

EP.922 Part 2 Chapter 8 Scene 07: The Meaning of a Room

<June 23rd, Night, New Seoul Magical Girl Magi-Q’s Office Basement>

Using the Architect’s power, creating a room can be done in a day.

“Hmph, no wonder the person handling facility content in-game isn’t just anyone.”

The Architect has reached the pinnacle in this field, and his limitation—magic power—we managed to overcome using our countless cores.

Moreover, Yu-Sung decided to actively assist the Architect.

We arranged to bring in beds and other items for the rooms from Yu-Sung, and in return, we stationed an Xroid dedicated to coffee consumption at Yun Yuhwa’s cafe permanently in this building.

Thanks to that, we were able to decorate the rooms exactly as we wanted without worrying about budget issues.

Just as everyone was curious about how others had decorated their rooms…

“Are you worried about how your room should be designed?”

“Yes.”

The Architect wanted to discuss how to design my lounge.

“Have the discussions with others finished?”

“Not yet. I came to you first, Commander.”

“Why specifically the commander?”

“Well, it seems right to start with the highest-ranking person’s room, doesn’t it?”

“Hmm.”

The Architect has a point.

Traditionally, if you don’t take care of the top person first, things get awkward.

Our guild doesn’t usually bother with such formalities, and personally, I don’t want to nitpick like that in a game—but for them, this game is reality.

“Confucian principles, after all. I need to understand.”

Even when I don’t want to act like an old man, there are moments where I have to.

The Architect tried to make me the old man.

“If I request something, will you do it exactly as I wish?”

“Of course.”

Exactly as requested.

I immediately relayed what I envisioned in my mind.

“I’d like three different types of rooms made for me.”

“Three…?”

Clearly not expecting me to ask for three, the Architect looked troubled as he fiddled with his Magical Gear.

‘Something’s up.’

Something’s definitely happening through the Architect.

It’s strange that he came alone without any heroines—it’s definitely suspicious.

‘Could they be testing me?’

There’s no doubt the heroines sent the Architect here to figure out my preferences.

‘That won’t work though.’

Heroines deserve rooms based on their own unique concepts.

For example, if I cover the whole room with strawberries, every secret basement “キュ” room will end up strawberry-themed.

That’s unacceptable.

Therefore, I need to preemptively strike now.

“Did the kids send you to figure out my tastes?”

“No, well, that is…”

“If that’s the case, please let them create whatever they want. I prefer seeing their true selves, not someone trying to cater to my tastes.”

Heroines have their own distinct sensibilities.

I have no reason to destroy that.

Nuri has Nuri’s room, Harang has Harang’s room.

If my personal lounge design becomes a trend, it might erase the individuality of others.

If I need a sex room, I’ll just designate one for that purpose.

So, I’m sacrificing one of my rooms.

Group-sex room.

“Instead, if I make a lounge, tell them to visit often, alright?”

“Is this what you mean?”

Tap tap.

With the Architect’s gesture, I nodded.

“At least a bed big enough for five people comfortably needs to be made. The bed should fit, and the room should have a cozy atmosphere. Alright, Commander? What structure would you prefer?”

“First, go with the structure the Architect excels at.”

I pulled out a model through the Magical Gear.

“What’s this…?”

“Traditional Korean Hanok structure. Make it feel like inside a palace.”

“This is…my specialty. Leave it to me. I’ll give you the experience of being a king of Joseon.”

One room will be palace-themed.

This is both to persuade future heroines and to remind me of old memories.

White Phoenix Isle.

The family of Baek Hee-a manages an island with accommodations resembling a palace.

I spent one night there with him.

He doesn’t know this, but honestly, while he slept, I totally—

“…a thick blanket placed in a spacious area should suffice. That’s the first one.”

To revive those memories, I’ll capture the in-game Blazing Phoenix and hand her a magic stick.

Then, the memory of our time together will return.

Maybe.

“The second one, just give it a normal household feel.”

“Normal household? Isn’t that too boring?”

“It’s for resting, so simplicity is better than excess. Just ensure there’s space for a bed.”

While the Hanok structure revives my memories, the second room is meant for group sex with multiple heroines.

In short, an orgy room.

As a commander, 1-on-1 sex is no longer feasible.

From now on, I’ll be mingling with at least two or more people, and a large bed will optimize the space for group activities.

And finally…

“The last one, make it according to this.”

“What’s this…?”

“A penthouse structure.”

This holds significant meaning for me.

Unlike other places, it’s a direct recreation of the Yeouido C Hotel penthouse where ‘he’ lived during his 20 years on Earth.

Excluding the group-sex room, this essentially replicates the place where I resided the most during those 20 years.

Though slightly embarrassing, it’s sufficient to revive old memories within the game.

I’ll show him again.

I’ll capture the in-game Blazing Phoenix and force her into a situation where the commander rapes her.

He’ll feel like he’s vicariously raping Chang-yeom from 20 years ago on Earth, and I’ll enjoy myself with the game version of Chang-yeom beneath me.

Then, he’ll remember.

Actually, among the memories I stole from him, there were instances where, though outwardly asleep, we engaged in sex multiple times in his mental world.

“That should be enough, huh? Puh-heh.”

I’m bringing back memories of him within the game to ravage other heroines recklessly.

No matter how much I was told to sleep with other women during the 20 years on Earth, I refused.

But if I create the scenario, perhaps even in-game, I could engage in sex.

All thanks to the Architect.

* * *

A little later.

While the commander rearranged furniture sent by Yu-Sung in one of the rooms created by the Architect, the Architect was called upstairs again for an interrogation.

“One room is a palace, one is a sex room, and one is a hotel penthouse, huh?”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

The Architect told the truth.

Or rather, they already knew through eavesdropping via the Architect’s Magical Gear.

“The sex room aside, the palace-like room could’ve been requested considering the Architect’s preferences.”

“So basically, the real room Obaa wants is the penthouse?”

Everyone was confused.

The idea that the commander desired a hotel penthouse structure was hard to grasp.

“Could it be related to the place he stayed in America?”

“That makes sense. As a commander, he probably didn’t bother renting a house. It’s possible he stayed in hotels supported by some wealthy benefactor.”

They all reached a conclusion.

The commander was trying to recreate the penthouse he once lived in.

“I thought he was making a honeymoon suite or something.”

Someone sighed in relief, and all the magical girls exchanged glances, giggling nervously.

“Honeymoon suite? Would he really build a house underground?”

“Exactly. Before building somewhere else, this feels more like a trial run…”

Gulp.

Surely not. Right?

Unable to dismiss their suspicions, all eyes eventually turned to the Architect.

“Architect?”

“I-I don’t know! He just asked me to make it, so I kind of brushed it off!”

“You should’ve figured it out even if you brushed it off!”

“How was I supposed to know?!”

The Architect genuinely felt wronged.

But there wasn’t much he could say about it.

“The entire penthouse concept came straight from the commander’s mind. How was I supposed to know…”

Beeep-beep-beep.

The Architect’s Magical Gear started ringing.

All the magical girls clammed up, and the Architect cautiously answered the call.

“Yes, Commander.”

[Currently in the ‘Party Room.’ It’s better than expected.]

“R-really?”

Party Room.

There was no need to explain what kind of party it was among the magical girls.

“U-um, may I ask one thing, Commander?”

[What is it?]

“Does the penthouse involve living with someone you’re going to marry or anything?”

He did it.

Was it because the pressure on the Architect was too intense?

Without hesitation, the Architect blurted it out.

“Is this preparation for marriage in the future?”

[The penthouse holds cherished memories for me. Please don’t misunderstand.]

“Memories? What kind of…?”

[It’s a place filled with memories of someone I loved.]

Suddenly.

Everyone froze.

Through the Magical Gear, the commander’s voice carried nostalgia, love, and tenderness.

[Of course, it’s a long-gone past now. It’s been a while since the person I loved left my heart.]

“A…”

Rarely does the commander express himself this way.

“Perhaps…?”

[We parted ways forever. I won’t see them in this world again.]

“That’s so sad…”

[Anyway, could you call someone over? I need to test the bed…]

The commander’s tone turned mischievous.

[Summon any three people to the Party Room.]