Chapter 46
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 46
Chapter Title: Affection
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[S-Rank Achievement Bonus: Stamina +0.1]
'Stamina went up?'
This was completely unexpected.
To think there was a route where I could raise my stats like in an RPG game?
I hurriedly opened my status window, and sure enough, there was a decimal place that hadn't been there before.
"Woojin, what's wrong? Are you hurt somewhere?"
"Ah, it's nothing."
I calmed my startled heart and got back to carrying water.
'It can't be that they give it just once as a bonus, right?'
Thankfully, that wasn't the case as I kept carrying water.
There were just some minor pranks, though.
What kind of pranks? The kind you'd find in an RPG game.
[S-Rank Achievement Bonus: Additional 5 points granted.]
'It was a probability thing?'
Yeah, it wasn't always given. From trying it out, it felt like about one in every two or three times.
Misses gave 5 points.
Lucky hits gave +0.1 to stamina stats.
To get a better sense of the odds, I upgraded the daily quest count even more, but...
[Enhancement successful. Daily Quests now available 10 times per day.]
[Reached maximum enhancement. Cannot enhance further.]
I'd hit the max enhancement level, so no more upgrades.
'Well, it's a shame, but ten times a day ain't bad.'
Either way, I'd found a way to boost my stamina stats.
If I got the stamina bonus three or four times a day, that meant my stamina would go up by 1 every three days.
Stamina had only dropped by 2 in the past two weeks or so, so steadily doing daily quests would naturally build it back up.
In extreme terms, if I managed my stamina carefully too, I could raise it by 10 in a month.
'My current stamina is 11.1, so adding 10 would double it.'
Not a small gain by any means.
I didn't know if it would actually double the effect, but numerically speaking, yeah.
I stroked my chin.
'That aside, I've found a way to patch up my low stamina, but half the class probably has theirs tanked pretty bad.'
The girls maybe not so much, but the guys were screwing every day, so theirs would be worse.
They weren't eating right either, so the stamina loss was hitting their bodies like a direct blow.
'Works in my favor. Makes things easier.'
Anyway, the water-carrying was done before I knew it.
My arms and back felt a bit languid—guess the "lacking strength" comment wasn't just talk.
"Good work, Woojin."
"Master, how's your back? You okay?"
The women crowded around, praising my hard work, wiping my sweat, and massaging here and there to check if I was alright.
I could say it was overkill for just 300 bottles of water, but this hellish island chewed up your physical abilities big time.
'Good thing I bought water mid-way to clear a quest—carrying 400 from day one might've flattened me.'
Maybe that's why.
Jeong Seohee approached and gripped my shoulder firmly.
"Honestly, I didn't think you could do it."
She looked at me with a complicated expression.
"When you said you wanted to learn to fight, I thought it was a joke at first. But carrying all this alone in this sweltering heat..."
She stared silently at the 300 bottles of 2kg water, her face showing surprise, admiration, and regret.
"I get it now—how serious you are. Or maybe you've always been serious, and I've been seeing you through biased lenses. Worrying you had some ulterior motive."
"......"
"It might sound like an excuse, but people have approached me, Yuri, and Yejin with shady intentions before. I lumped you in with them."
So that's how it was.
That's why her face had darkened when I asked her to teach me to fight.
"I'm sorry for doubting your sincerity and making you do something weird."
Jeong Seohee bowed deeply in apology—quite formal and proper.
I stopped her before she hit ninety degrees.
"No. You didn't do anything wrong."
Honestly, Jeong Seohee hadn't done anything wrong.
"I realized my stamina was lacking, and I thought your advice made sense. I followed it—that's all. If anyone's at fault, it's me for following you without doubt."
The fault was mine.
"We're adults now. Old enough to judge for ourselves and take responsibility. Deciding to carry the water was my call."
This was my decision.
I'd made it, so now I had to see it through.
I looked down at my throbbing forearms and said,
"That I need stamina. And that fighting needs stamina as a base. All facts, right?"
"Sure, but I doubted you and..."
"Then we're good. No need to apologize. You pointed out my weakness, and I believed it was true. That's it."
Jeong Seohee looked incredibly sorry, furrowing her brow and biting her lip.
Until now, she'd only doubted me.
Until now, I'd only shown her trust.
That gap was tormenting her—memories of how she'd treated me before were probably eating at her.
Having seen her writhe in enough guilt, I patted her shoulder.
I didn't say much—just one line.
"Above all, overthinking isn't my style."
"Ah."
Jeong Seohee's eyes widened, then she smiled softly.
"...Right. You're that kind of guy, Woojin. No doubts, and even if someone shows malice, you just brush it off and trust them anyway. A good dude."
She let out a long breath, her face clearing up as she grinned at me happily.
"Got it. No apology then. Instead, I'll drop all petty suspicions and trust you fully. Put my complete faith in you."
Complete trust—the essential virtue between master and disciple, maybe.
Exactly what I wanted from her too.
I beamed back at her bright smile.
'To repeat, you did nothing wrong, Jeong Seohee. Your instincts were spot on. I schemed to fuck you.'
But like I said, we're adults. Old enough to own our actions.
'So no need to apologize. I won't either.'
Speaking of, her intuition is sharp as hell. Nailed my intentions perfectly.
Honestly, creepy. Gave me chills for a sec—felt like I'd gambled dangerously without realizing.
'But the result? Massive success.'
The city gates were wide open. Seeing me as an ally, Jeong Seohee had unlocked every bolt and welcomed me in.
Finally breached the outer and inner walls to enter the palace.
Now, just bide time and push into her bedroom at the right moment.
'Time to kick off the final phase for real?'
"Please take good care of me, Master."
"The path of learning won't be easy. Steel yourself."
And so our master-disciple relationship began.
Talking, training, sparring...
The toughest part? Sparring, hands down.
"Your side's wide open!"
"Kgh."
Jeong Seohee's style was dirty—strong back-alley vibes.
More precisely, real combat feel.
So we'd end up pressing sweat-slicked bodies together a lot.
"Get your head in the game? Standing like that is perfect for a takedown. Like this—armbar and lock it in—"
My body lifted slightly, then thud, I was face-down in the sand.
'Ha, haha.'
Hard to focus, honestly. Even in the chaos, I could vividly feel her big tits pressing all over me.
She sparred in just a sports bra and panties 'cause she hated dirtying her windbreaker, so body contact meant that soft jiggle and motion hit you raw.
'Ugh. Snap out of it. This is dangerous.'
I shook off the blood rushing downstairs and jumped right back up.
Sang the national anthem in my head to deflate.
'Settle down. Not yet.'
Shook my head side to side, fighting to refocus.
When I looked up, Jeong Seohee was watching me approvingly.
"No talent, but you've got grit. That's the best part. The tenacity not to quit."
"......"
"Come at me."
Like that, we'd close the distance multiple times a day through body talk.
Jeong Seohee poured affection on me now, unrecognizable from before—and I'd realized she loved people who worked hard.
"Starting right away?"
When I'd carry water in the evening to clear a daily quest, she'd light up with genuine.
Happier than I'd ever seen.
So maybe that's why.
"Lie down. I'll loosen your muscles."
By day's end, she'd massage me hands-on everywhere.
Led to some awkward moments.
"This spot's tight?"
"Ah, ugh."
I could anthem through most places, but when she kneaded deep into my inner thighs, my dick would throb right up.
"Ho. What's this? Getting hard in front of your master?"
She'd flick my junk playfully with a middle finger.
Boundaries were basically gone—we'd cross lines constantly.
Normal chit-chat and jokes were baseline now.
"Why keep your hair so short? Too much hassle to manage. Tried growing it long once, but they nagged me to hit the salon daily. Been short ever since."
She'd open up easy too.
After work, we'd sit with feet in the water, buck naked, chatting.
'She got used to my naked self during disinfection, but... isn't she seeing me too platonically?'
Sometimes I'd think that, but one look at her nude and stray thoughts vanished.
Toned muscles. No flab. Sleek limbs.
Arms and legs muscled but slim, not thick.
Overall slender build.
But tits like rocket warheads, perky and jiggling wildly with every move.
Made you suspect implants.
'And the lower half?'
Thighs solid, ass insanely plump.
Even a duck's ain't that round.
Abs sharp too. Waist tiny as an ant's.
Peak body, straight up.
Never seen a Korean with that figure.
Like those unreal Western bodies in porn—Jeong Seohee had it for real.
'Limbs and abs that lean, but tits and ass that huge. Pure fantasy physique.'
But what drew the eye most? One spot.
"Woojin?"
"Hm?"
"What're you staring at?"
I snapped to—nose practically in her crotch.
"Ah, sorry. Your pubes being red caught my eye."
"Yours being black fascinates me. Such a lewd color."
"......"
No shame anyway. Personality blunt and carefree.
First glance, Terminator vibes—emotionless and icy. But up close, caring, playful type.
'Feels like she sees me as a little bro now.'
Ruffles my hair like a younger sibling, yanks my cheeks for fun.
Key thing: all laced with affection.
'Now, she'd forgive me crossing lines, mistake or not.'
She might resent it, but wouldn't push me away.
I could sense we'd hit that level.