Third day of cohabitation.
Even though the holidays were over and I was back at the academy, I couldn’t resist having sex because Jin Dallae kept pestering .
“…Ah, ah. Ah.”
Jin Dallae, sticking out her tongue, wriggled her hips against .
Her bright red tongue moved in and out of her mouth like a dog’s.
“Hihe… Hnng. Hng… Ah. Hehe.”
She laughed happily as she thrust. It’s scary.
In just three short days, having sex all night long without fail, it’s no wonder her body beca erotic.
Especially since she’s having sex with , who inherited the power of the Tree Spirit King.
Even Jin Dallae couldn’t withstand such frequent sex, and her waist gave out at the end. I had to heal her fatigue a little.
After intense sex, we would cuddle and sleep together.
In the evening, we would sleep with my thing still inside her.
In the afternoon… we would take a nap together, exhausted from sex.
That was our ongoing lifestyle.
“…It hurts.”
“Why do you keep asking for it when your waist is already sprained?”
As I sprayed so pain relief on her waist, Jin Dallae lightly shivered.
She winced from the pain and wiggled her exposed white buttocks.
“…It’s dripping honey again.”
A drop of honey ford on her vulva.
Did she want to lick it?
At first, she hated it, but by the third day, she didn’t mind at all.
She even liked it when I sucked on her vagina and stole the honey inside like a bee.
“You’re really a pervert.”
“…”
“Why are you silent?”
“…Who made like this?”
Jin Dallae muttered into the pillow, glaring at as if she truly believed it.
Her blushing cheeks were quite a sight.
“Are you really the one to talk? Losing your virginity and then asking to be spanked during the next sex?”
“….”
“Just kidding, just kidding.”
“What, do you think you’re not a pervert? Every night… you keep putting that thing in.”
If she would let go, maybe I wouldn’t need to have sex so often.
I didn’t say it, but because of the Lustful Demon, I was practically always in a state of heat.
Until now, I had just been enduring it with willpower.
So as I had been increasing my relationships with won lately, I had felt my body heating up more and more.
“…Do you do this with other people too?”
Jin Dallae asked.
“Yes.”
“…I see.”
There was a brief silence.
“…Don’t you think of just doing it with ?”
“That would be difficult.”
“I thought so. They say n always need to have at least two won, right?”
“Who says that?”
“I don’t know. I’ve heard that since forever.”
Jin Dallae stuck out her tongue.
I lay on the bed and hugged her. Her slender body fit right into mine.
She was light and easy to lift and thrust into.
She loved it when I lifted her and thrust in midair.
“…Are you thinking dirty thoughts again?”
“Busted?”
“Pfft, why are you so honest? Anyway… you an it, right?”
I nodded at Jin Dallae’s question.
Unlike others, she had a strong desire for exclusivity and preferred monogamy like .
Though she was in the minority, Jin Dallae was one of those people.
“Then at least when you’re with . Only think about . If you break this rule, I’ll really get mad.”
“I’m already doing that.”
“Okay. Did you just say it? Should we write a contract? Swear by the Holy Tree. Quickly, in the na of the World Tree.”
Jin Dallae, clinging to with her naked body, rubbed her cheek against mine and left a kiss mark below my neck.
As a businesswoman, Jin Dallae ntioning a vow by the Holy Tree didn’t sound like a joke at all.
“In the na of the World Tree.”
Even if I swore by the na of the World Tree, I had the confidence that I wouldn’t blink even if I killed the parents of the World Tree.
Still, I didn’t think I would break the contract.
-Buzzz!
[Byul]
There were too many won, which was a problem.
[It’s , I wish to use my wish voucher.]
Coming out of the house and answering the phone, Byul suddenly made an oath.
I entered the convenience store early in the morning, bought so coffee, and talked to her.
“…Wish. Right. What wish?”
[There’s a reunion coming up soon.]
Why did she use that strange, overly formal language?
Because of her voice, which sounded like a voice actress, it’s pleasant to listen to, and it made imagine the face of a secretary in a movie.
While sweeping coffee into my basket, I said to her,
“…A reunion? Are you that old already?”
[Hey! Don’t bring up age!]
Byul yelled lightly, then began to explain her specific hopes and desires in a crawling voice.
[…I want to try that.]
“What?”
[You know! I always feel down at reunions…]
Reunion.
I had never been to one.
But from what I had seen in dramas, students who t again subtly competed with each other by showing off their success in society and bragging about their boyfriends or girlfriends.
What Byul was talking about seed to be asking to boost her confidence.
“But Byul, aren’t you already quite successful? You should be very confident.”
[That Byul, nerd. This Byul, trauma. When I go there, I can’t even speak properly.]
“…What’s with that tone?”
[I don’t know! It’s just that whenever I see the old guys… my mind goes blank.]
“But you’re successful now. There’s no need to feel intimidated.”
[…Those guys are weird. They seem to be jealous of my success. They ask about things like having a boyfriend.]
Before eting , Byul didn’t have a boyfriend.
So she couldn’t say anything about that and would stamr.
Was she saying she beca a victim of a few inadequately grown adults’ inferiority complexes?
Byul imdiately agreed with my question, saying that was exactly it.
[They say things like, ‘You must be really busy being the Vice President,’ ‘Do you have ti to et n?’ ‘Of course, you see hunters every day…’ It’s just so… Ugh!]
I scratched my cheek while handing my card to the convenience store clerk.
It seed like Byul lacked confidence in her past and those kinds of things.
But she’s ‘that’ Byul. I thought she would use her wish for sothing like going to a PC room.
But a reunion, of all things.
I thought to myself as I carried a plastic bag full of coffee.
‘I should get a car.’
One that was grand and exuded wealth just by looking at it.
If I just showed that off… they would surely make their own assumptions.
“When is it?”
[…In a week.]
“Just send the address.”
Byul told the address and the eting ti, and I calculated that I could go in the middle of it.
“Even if I use magic after the academy, it will take a while.”
[Really?]
“Yes. I’ll definitely go. It’s a wish, after all.”
[Hehe! Shiheon, you’re the best! Oh, and don’t forget that sex is also part of the wish course!]
Sex.
The word resonated outside the phone, causing the convenience store clerk to flinch.
I ignored it and left the convenience store.
[Oh, right.]
Byul then spoke.
[…I got caught.]
“Excuse ?”
[Seyeong found out that you were going to fight Flower…]
I knew that the teacher, being sharp, would find out eventually.
But to think that it was Byul who got caught.
“Oh dear.”
I couldn’t hold back a sigh.
I hadn’t considered that possibility at all.
Even though Byul was honest and a bit clumsy, blushing just from holding hands, she’s exceptional in business and had a great poker face.
Naturally, she was also good at hiding things.
‘Business relationship,’ that’s where the line was drawn.
“I didn’t expect you to get caught.”
[It was really a mistake…]
Was there sothing that friends could tell just by looking at each other?
If so, I underestimated Lee Seyeong too much.
“So, what now? Didn’t she get furious when she found out?”
[…No. That’s not it. I managed to calm her down. I told her to have a drink and talk openly. Seyeong understood.]
So kind of conversation took place between them.
Byul explained that Seyeong reacted sensitively only when it concerns .
When she found out I was going to fight Flower, her worry went overboard, and she almost got mad at Byul for hiding it.
[…Shiheon, you’re pretty similar, aren’t you?]
Similar.
But I was different.
Even if I fought Flower, it didn’t an I was dood.
But… Seyeong was different.
She actually died in front of .
The difference was huge. It’s natural for to react sensitively.
Just as Seyeong beca obsessively sensitive when it ca to , Seyeong was also like a switch for .
‘I wish I could solve everything myself.’
But it would take too long.
I honestly confessed my feelings to Byul.
Of course, I left out the future where Seyeong died and gave reasonable explanations, which made Byul understand but still seed to have so doubts.
[Do you really think so?]
“…I’ll talk to her later.”
[Sigh, really… How can I know your thought process if I don’t know about your life, Shiheon?]
Byul muttered in frustration.
[Shiheon.]
“Yes.”
[…I’m only telling you this. I don’t usually say things like this.]
Her serious tone ca through the phone.
It was clear from her voice that she was serious.
I wondered what she was going to say, but what ca out of her mouth was sothing only Byul, Seyeong’s best friend, could say.
[It’s about Seyeong’s past.]
“You’re not going to do it?”
A man’s cold voice penetrated the young girl’s heart.
Twelve years old. Barely old enough to enter middle school.
With tears in her eyes, Seyeong cried out bravely.
“No!”
She felt the strange looks from those around her.
It was when Seyeong had vehently refused the arranged marriage that was naturally expected in the family.
At first, her father seed to understand, but he gradually beca harsher.
Now, he looked at Seyeong as if she were a bug.
“Do you think you can beco anything if you grow up like this?”
A father had things he should say, and things he should never say.
Could a father who barely saw his own child treat his bloodline with such disdain?
Even young Seyeong knew that those words should never be spoken within a family.
“…No. I’ll never do it.”
“Then get out.”
“Do you think I can’t?”
Could an elentary school student even leave ho?
But with youthful defiance, Seyeong was really determined to leave the family.
“Bastard.”
Seyeong’s eyes widened as she stood among the bewildered secretaries.
But her father nonchalantly brushed off her curses.
Seyeong wiped her falling tears and walked down the corridor with dignity.
But in the end, she burst into tears halfway through.
-Clunk.
Even after leaving the company, no one ca to greet her.
It seed her father had ordered no one to follow Seyeong.
She had nothing.
No money, no house, nothing.
Barely a middle schooler, Seyeong had only recently awakened her magic. There wasn’t much she could do.
At best, manual labor.
Sothing a child could do.
If she could prove she could use magic… she could sohow beg for unloading work.
Normally, she would need her parents’ permission.
But when she honestly explained her situation, the person couldn’t refuse and reluctantly allowed her.
She lived in a container. Surviving with worn-out blankets in the remaining containers.
Having never received family love while growing up, her heart beca more hardened.
Her eyes beca sharper, and peers distanced themselves from her.
She wandered alone at school without a single friend.
Eating bread she got from the construction site, shedding tears.
Drinking greedily from a dusty milk carton, those mories.
Maybe her tear ducts dried up back then, which was why she couldn’t cry now.
Young Seyeong didn’t know the ways of the world.
During that ti, she experienced many bad things.
So people tried to touch her—though she narrowly escaped with the help of nearby adults—and others, with a sinister aura, proposed living together.
Perhaps that’s why she clung more to connections.
Her hunter body grew stronger.
As she started combining hunter work, she ended up killing people.
She felt herself becoming more emotionless.
She had to seize what she needed on the spot.
Instinctively, she never had the chance to give anything.
She desperately gathered everything.
Money, fa. Even the nas of those she was hired to kill.
Just as she entered high school, another mber of the Oak family found and invited her.
They asked for her help with so business matters.
How ridiculous it must have seed to ask for such help from soone who was practically dead to them.
“Hah.”
She accepted, knowing full well.
She had co too far to think about resentnt.
Having never felt the warmth of her family’s embrace, Seyeong returned to the family that way.
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