Looking faintly amused, Han Seori stood up and began approaching at a leisurely pace. Soon, she placed her hands on both sides of my face, looking slightly tired. It felt like that picture of a famous chef on the internet who yelled at soone with their face sandwiched between two slices of bread.
What is she doing?
Is she about to yell at ?
Feeling oddly tense, I let my jelly wobble, and Han Seori asked in a voice more composed than I expected:
"Did you perhaps do sothing weird?"
...Excuse ?
Her voice was gentle, but the question ca out of nowhere. It felt as though she were asking, “How many tis do you think you deserve to be hit?”
Feigning ignorance, I blankly stared back at her. She sighed faintly and muttered:
"There's no reaction... So, what's the problem?"
Was she testing ? Did she think I'd react if I had done sothing wrong?
Unbelievable.
What does she even think of ?
Feeling a bit annoyed, I made my jelly sag in protest. Han Seori removed her now-sticky hands and looked at .
"Um... What's wrong?"
...If I kept acting like this, I'd just seem petty. So I pulled myself together, shrugged, and dried my saggy form like a man.
Seeing this, Han Seori picked up without a word, hugged , and sat in her chair. While stroking my head with her hand, she began poking my soft, squishy body.
I wasn’t sure why, but I stayed still as her fingers poked and my jelly sprang back each ti, making her smile loosen up bit by bit.
She must be really stressed.
What could have caused soone so sharp and clear-headed to act like this?
I couldn't help but think that if people malfunctioned, they might end up like this. While she kept toying with my squishy body, I glanced at the screen she had left on.
The screen only showed the snow piling up outside. There wasn’t much else to see. But then…
Sothing odd caught my eye:
[Individuals who consud MREs displayed a tendency to impulsively purchase pudding.]
[Among those who had direct or indirect contact with 7496-KR, so exhibited a desire to offer pudding to 7496-KR.]
[This raises the possibility of unspecified individuals seeking the hidden location.]
[Critical threat. Investigation and report required.]
There it is again: pudding.
If my mory serves right, 7496-KR refers to . Could it really be a coincidence that Chef Kim Cheonsu brought pudding?
Now that I think about it, him leaving and coming back with a spoon was pretty strange.
…What does this an?
This had never happened before, so it must be a result of the abilities I gained after eating that hunk of at.
Could it be true?
I focused my thoughts, still feeling the poking sensations from Han Seori's hands. Then, imagining Kim Cheonsu and focusing intently, I thought: “I really want pudding right now.”
This seed ridiculous, but the sentences on the screen piqued my curiosity enough to give it a try.
The jelly beca warm and sticky from Han Seori’s body heat when suddenly…
The door creaked open, and Kim Cheonsu cautiously entered.
In his hands…
…was a plate, presumably holding pudding. A spoon was already sticking out as if he had been eating it himself.
“Um?”
Han Seori made a curious noise. Kim Cheonsu, who was approaching slowly, looked a bit sheepish and said:
“…Would you like so as well, Dr. Han?”
“Oh… Is that pudding?”
“Yes. For so reason, I felt compelled to bring it here.”
“….”
Han Seori turned her gaze toward , silently asking, "Did you really not do anything?" My jelly began trembling slightly.
No, really, I didn’t plan for this…!
"This ti, there’s a reaction?"
Oh no.
Kim Cheonsu looked puzzled, but Han Seori handed the bowl of pudding to him and then dumped it over my head.
Plop, plop.
Sweet, creamy pudding cascaded down my head, and the stainless steel bowl fit over like a helt.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Hmm… I thought I’d run an experint.”
“Right now?”
“Yes.”
Han Seori chuckled like soone who’d just found a breakthrough. She grabbed under my armpits and hoisted up. My jelly stretched in an attempt to escape, but my underarms were securely gripped, leaving no choice.
Not that I’d get far if I ran away—it’d only delay the inevitable. Running would just be childish.
Co to think of it, why avoid this? I didn’t cause any of it on purpose.
Adjusting the stainless steel helt, I turned to look at Han Seori, conveying my readiness (probably).
Still, this helt brought back military trauma… A creeping unease.
In any case, pleased by my cooperation, Han Seori whispered quietly, too softly for Kim Cheonsu to hear:
“Hmm… Could you ask him to fetch the sandwich in the fridge?”
Despite appearing worn out earlier, Han Seori now grinned mischievously as though revitalized.
What is she so happy about? The thought of controlling Kim Cheonsu? Or conducting experints?
I couldn’t tell, so I simply imagined him fetching the sandwich from the fridge.
Sure enough, he scratched his head as though compelled by so inexplicable impulse, then turned to leave.
Han Seori asked him, feigning innocence:
“Cheonsu? Where are you off to?”
“Oh, well… It just occurred to that there’s a sandwich left in the fridge. It seed like… this guy was hungry for more.”
“Aha.”
Kim Cheonsu offered an unnecessary explanation,and then walked out. Han Seori stifled her laughter and said to :
“Were you that hungry?”
…You’re the one who made do it!
Feeling incredulous, I wobbled my knowledge pouch in protest. The stainless steel bowl perched on my head clattered to the floor with a resounding bang.
“Oh, are you upset?”
Looking sheepish, Han Seori pulled out a chocolate bar and pushed it into my body. The sweetness spread through my jelly, lting my indignation.
Did she think this would placate ?
Well, she was right.
I wasn’t truly angry to begin with.
Getting chocolate in exchange for wobbling my pouch seed like a good deal. While I savored the chocolate’s taste, Han Seori murmured as she picked up the fallen bowl:
“Hmm… This doesn’t seem to block it either. What a headache.”
What is she talking about?
She sotis mumbles to herself in her own world, and this seed like one of those monts. Soon enough, Kim Cheonsu returned with the cold sandwich.
Han Seori rubbed her chin and asked him:
“How are you feeling right now?”
“Uh… Neither good nor bad, I suppose.”
“When you thought about getting the sandwich, did it feel like you absolutely had to do it?”
The question was bizarre, enough to leave Kim Cheonsu montarily flustered. However, being a professional, he quickly composed himself, closing his eyes to ponder her words.
“Hmm… Not really. It just felt like I should do it.”
“What if you hadn’t done it?”
“…I hadn’t considered that, but it felt more like an impulse than anything serious.”
Satisfied, Han Seori showed him the screen and explained her thoughts. Kim Cheonsu alternated between staring at and the screen with a dumbfounded expression.
“So… are you saying this little guy has so sort of brainwashing ability?”
“Not quite brainwashing. More like transmitting desires as impulses. Asking for pudding is such an adorable wish, isn’t it? By the way, you didn’t experience any headaches or feel like your head might explode if you resisted the impulse, right?”
Kim Cheonsu shuddered at her words, unnerved.
But Han Seori took it further.
“…Shall we test it?”
“Uh… Are you suggesting we test whether my head explodes?”
“Oh, don’t worry. The docunts we received didn’t ntion anything like that.”
Kim Cheonsu let out a long sigh, but perhaps trusting her judgnt, he nodded silently.
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Whether it was due to trust or sothing else was unclear. Though, judging by the smile creeping across his face when she called him by na…
…It was probably the latter.
In any case, their gazes turned toward . Curious about this ability of mine, I decided to cooperate.
Hopefully, it won’t end with Kim Cheonsu’s head exploding.
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