Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: Regular Rice Cake Shop (2)
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From the narrow gap in the elevator door, Yu-ra's grunting voice seeped out.
"Pl-please... open... up..."
"Gasp! Wh-what's wrong!"
I hurriedly pressed the open button—just in case she got hurt when it automatically slid apart.
Beyond the now-open doors stood Yu-ra, head bowed, panting heavily.
She caught her breath for a moment, then furrowed her brow and glared at me.
Not knowing what she was on about, I just stared back blankly.
-Hey, Pomi, why does she keep acting like this?
Yu-ra stood there for ages, saying nothing, just staring. Finally losing patience, I opened my mouth to say "Excuse me," but Pomi shouted urgently in my mind.
-Ah! Jun-young! Your voice! Your voice!
-Huh? What about my v- Oh! R-right! The voice!
Come to think of it, the voice of the Vibrator Demon from last week when I fucked her hadn't been distorted—it was my raw, natural tone.
We'd barely exchanged greetings in passing before, so she'd have no reason to remember my voice.
But the voice of the demon who ravished her and vanished? That must've burned itself into her ears.
And now she'd heard that exact same voice from me.
Suddenly, her earlier head-tilt after my greeting made perfect sense.
'F-fuck. I'm screwed.'
Finally, Yu-ra's hesitant lips parted.
"Um... have we met somewhere before?"
I quickly lowered my voice an octave.
"We're next-door neighbors, remember? Haha."
"Hmm..."
Sweat beading on my forehead as I watched her, a sudden system alert chimed in my head.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A new talent has been generated for the target. Startled, I pulled up the stat screen. Now I remembered—Pomi had told me about Yu-ra's fetishes before, but I didn't have the Target Status Reveal skill back then.
⚔ TARGET STATUS ⚔ Kim Yu-ra (Human Female, Lv. 22, 21 years old)
168cm, 55kg, B86 W61 H90 Difficulty: Easy | Non-Virgin (Partners: 1) | Pregnancy Risk: Safe Day Stamina: 26/27 | Arousal: 0/100 Affection (Next-Door Brother) Favorability: +10 (Acquaintance) | Submission: +0 (Free) | Lewdness: +10 (Curious) Affection (Demon Lord) Favorability: +30 (Fondness) | Submission: +40 (Accepting) | Lewdness: +50 (Open) ⚡ Strength: 21 | 💨 Agility: 19 ✨ Intelligence: 30 | 🧠 Mental Fortitude: 18 | 🍀 Luck: 28 Talents Heavenly Pussy B, Beauty B, Intelligence C, Sensitivity C, ??? (New talent awakening...) Fetishes Countryophilia (Dirty Talk, Mid), Masochism (Pain, Mild), Masturbation Addiction (Mid), Phobophilia (Fear, Mild), Spectrofilia (Spirit, Mid) Erogenous Zones Tongue, Armpits, Breasts, Inner Vagina Sexual Fantasy Will Demon Lord come again? I'm working so hard at it... 📜 NEW QUEST 📜 Demon's Return Visit (Repeatable)
📍 Duration: Within 3 days of accepting quest
📍 Trigger: Contractor perceived as Demon (or is one), within 7 days of last encounter, target has Spectrofilia (Mid) or higher
📍 Success: Deliver greater pleasure than previous final visit
📍 Failure: Quest no longer repeatable
🎁 Reward: Points x2, Lower Skill Level-Up Coupon x1
Accept Quest? (Time Remaining: 59s) [Yes] [No]
A quest? Hell yeah, accept!
Neat—affection's split into two categories! One for me as the next-door brother, and one for the brutal demon who took her virginity!
I'd opened the stat screen to check the new talent, but ended up snagging some prime info along with the quest.
I wanted to read more closely, but Yu-ra's stare was getting intense.
-Mia, memorize this for me instead. You can pull up fetishes and fantasies anytime, so at least get the quest details. Got it?
-Yeah!
Yu-ra kept eyeing me suspiciously.
Keeping my voice thick and gravelly, I said,
"What's up?"
"Oh, uh..."
She looked flustered by my question.
She hadn't quite clocked that my voice matched the Vibrator Demon's yet, but she could snap to it any second. Better send her packing quick.
Sorry, but...
"Hey, my ice cream's gonna melt..."
I shook the convenience store bag in my hand, lacing my tone with a hint of annoyance.
"Ah! Sorry. Must've been my mistake."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ Ding! Favorability decreases by 3. Wait, crap—that's not good! Joo Na-young types don't matter, but Yu-ra's favorability can't drop!
"I-I actually like eating melted ice cream. Hahaha! What were you wondering about?"
"Huh? Oh, nothing. Sorry for the bother."
Too late—my damage-control came after the favor drop alert, and damn it, she just left. Shit.
-Jun-young, doesn't ice cream taste better melted?
-Shut up.
The second I got back, Pomi was already eyeing the ice cream packaging. I told her to pull Yu-ra's stats.
"Hmph..."
"Come on. How long does it take to recite stats? You're gonna hog all the ice cream anyway—that's why it'll take forever. Stats first."
Only after popping a Choco Bar in her mouth did she finally spill Yu-ra's stats, still hesitating over the bag.
"Do I seriously have to memorize these stats forever? This sucks."
"Once it hits level 2, there's a favorites feature—you can check anyone you've fucked anytime!"
"Level 2? More points? Capitalist bullshit."
She grumbled through a mouthful of Choco Bar.
"Are you a commie, Jun-young?"
Bonk!
"Ow! Why'd you hit me!"
"Where'd you pick up that crap? Talking just like my dad."
Dad's chill usually, but booze flips the switch to politics. When he's wasted, he calls Mom and me commies.
Last time Mom was drunk too? Epic.
She shoved her phone in his face: "Then report me! Call the NIS!" He snatched it: "Think I won't?" But he didn't. I chimed in: "Heh, NIS doesn't handle that anymore."
Do other families do this...?
Gotta block Pomi's internet. Perils of parenting an elementary-schooler.
Anyway, Pomi didn't memorize every detail of Yu-ra's stats, but I got the key bits.
"Favorability was +10, dropped 3, so +7 now... And Heavenly Pussy trait? Explains why she gripped so tight..."
The new talent was still ???—no dice yet.
Fetishes had picked up Phobophilia and Spectrofilia since I demon-cosplayed her.
Masturbation Addiction had jumped from Mild to Mid too—girl was grinding hard.
Her sexual fantasy and the quest? Straight-up begging me to come back.
Feels like I'm ruining a perfectly normal college girl's life...
"Nah. She was messed up before I touched her. No normal girl craves degradation like that."
She's gotten worse, sure, but life twists people. I just gotta ride the quest train.
"Mia, let me know when Yu-ra heads out and comes back later. Gonna farm some fat points today... She wouldn't crash elsewhere, right?"
Lost my virginity to her, and now round two's shaping up the same.
Her stats showed partners at 1, so no side action in between.
"Might end up marrying Yu-ra at this rate."
"Pfft..."
"Don't laugh, brat. In my head, we're already hitched with two kids."
"Pfft."
"You little shit? Sigh, big bro's hitting the shower. Pace yourself on that ice cream—don't wanna get fat."
"Succubi don't gain weight!"
"No shit? Sweet."
I grinned like an idiot, and she shot me a shady look.
"It's my body—why're you so hyped?"
"'Cause you're mine. Even if you pig out, you stay hot. Win-win."
"I'm no pig! ...No need to pull out during shower sex today?"
"Heh. Wanna feel big bro's cock raw?"
"No!"
"Quest says greater pleasure, so at least twice with Yu-ra tonight. Saving stamina and semen."
Speaking of, just a week's walking bumped my stamina a bit.
Time to check my own stats?
⚔ STATUS ⚔ User: Choi Jun-young (Human Male, Lv. 20, 30 years old) Stamina: 19/19 | Virility: 200/200 ⚡ Strength: 25 💨 Agility: 20 ✨ Intelligence: 21 🧠 Mental Fortitude: 18 🍀 Luck: 999 "Whoa... Stamina jumped 4 already. Hitting 30 soon."
Strength, agility, and mental fortitude ticked up too.
Celebrating solo, Pomi piped up.
"That's 'cause you've been a lazy slob. Stamina at 15? Even Yeon Du's higher!"
"Hey. That was stress-drinking phase..."
"Anyway! Gym with me next week! Ugh, look at this gut. Gotta run it off."
She yanked up my shirt, poking my belly.
"Oh! You running beside me?"
"Nah? I'll spectate. I'm slim!"
She hiked her dress to her navel, flaunting her sucked-in waist.
Too eye-searing—off to shower.
"Hm-hm, hmm..."
Ugh, pounding cake has me humming.
I started parodying that viral BJ song.
"Se-se-se-se-se-se Sex Tonight! Dick hurts! Ah pussy, pussy, pussy to the cum. Cumshot. One-two-three-four five-six-seven-eight-nine, tons of semen swirling in your womb. Yo— if you hate meat sticks and love dildos..."
Kya... Nostalgia hit.
Once sang that driving; rear-ender nearly happened.
"Black box would've killed me from shame."
Lucky he apologized first—no decades-old black history.
Post-shower, Pomi and I binged variety reruns.
"Ah-ah, ahihee, heehee."
I side-eyed her cackling.
Hold up—this girl's on the run, yet so carefree?
Asked before: contracting with a human masks her from priests and demons alike.
Still, sister's captured—too chill.
Faking cheer for my sake? Nah, she's not that deep. Zero brain cells. Gotta be.
"Huh? Jun-young, why stare?"
"Uh? 'Cause you're pretty."
"Hehe."
She beamed, turning back to TV—but now aware of my gaze, puffed cheeks and cocked head, hamming up the cute.
Adorable, yet pitiful like a dimwit, uneasy like a riverside stray... Eyes misty? She didn't notice, kept posing—then perked her ears. New trick?
"Yu-ra's back!"
Finally.
Been ages since real dick-in-pussy over fake stuff—time to glaze my cock in her juices.