Chapter 80
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: 21. I Absolutely Don't Have That Kind of Taste
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After brainstorming with Dorothy, we managed to come up with several decent ideas.
Following the still-debatable question of "Can Dorothy really recharge her mana in a position like a dog on all fours?", we added more to the list:
"What if Dorothy is actually the type of super pervert who only gets excited when there's a third party watching?"
"How about a position where she tramples the man and mounts him, like Neria's first example?"
"Maybe if we turn off all the lights and make it pitch dark?"
"Or we could collect fresh semen somewhere and have her pour it directly into her... "
And so on, creating a proper to-do list.
During this idea-gathering session, one item Dorothy strongly insisted on considering for purchase came up.
"What do you think, Mr. Nam Dowon?"
"I think it has some merit..."
"Why are you trailing off?"
"...From your perspective, Dorothy, isn't this something you shouldn't get caught with?"
Beer.
We stood in front of the convenience store's beer fridge, stocked full of cans, engaging in a quiet debate so as not to bother other customers.
"Day drinking aside, you're an idol trainee. Is it okay for you to drink...?"
"Strictly speaking, you're right, Mr. Nam Dowon, but we can just drink in secret."
"Hmm..."
"Details are confidential. Just know it's surprisingly not a big issue."
"Somehow my illusions are shattering."
"Plus, there are tons of stories like that in Korea, right? Getting drunk and ending up with a female friend of twenty years, or accidentally sleeping with a friend you'd never seen as a guy your whole life."
"Yeah, I've heard something like that around me too."
Friends from the same major laughing and drinking, then like they were possessed that night, going through condoms like water and ending up dating.
That was the rumor, anyway—I didn't know the details.
Point is, I'd heard something similar to her example.
Right after, Dorothy nodded vigorously.
"What if I get completely wasted? Even a low chance—you might start looking like a man to me, right?"
"......"
"If that's the case, recharging mana would be so much easier. Right now, the only idea is for me to force down the disgust."
I got what she meant.
I got it, but...
Honestly, it felt like a long shot.
Those drunken mistake stories usually happen when there's some underlying affection—this time, Dorothy treated me like a gorilla worm.
No way getting drunk would suddenly give her a bestiality fetish...
Still, I agreed it was a reasonable gamble with no real reason to oppose.
No helping it.
"Dorothy, do you know your own tolerance pretty well?"
"'Pretty well' is a stretch, but I have a rough idea. Three beers. That's what it took during group dinners with the trainees to feel nicely buzzed."
"Then we'd probably need to push past that to make something happen."
"Something happen? Oh, right. Yeah, I'd need to get that wasted to tangle with you for sexy purposes."
The key was getting her drunk enough to melt into a goofy smile.
So, maybe 1.5 times that... five beers?
Or two bottles of soju instead?
I stroked my chin alone, staring at the fridge.
But what if she gets so smashed she can't even make it back to her dorm?
And even if secretly, what about the alcohol smell lingering on her body?
...Ah, illusion magic could handle that?
Fine, that works, but what if she has a nasty drunk personality?
"Huh."
While I was mentally calculating, the fridge door swung open.
Dorothy quickly ran her fingers over various cans.
With a clinking sound, a bunch of beer cans were thrust in front of my eyes.
"This should be fine, right?"
Two 500ml cans per hand, total four.
A lot, but a bit less than I'd imagined.
"Just in case, let's grab a couple more. We can always drink the leftovers later, me or when you come over."
"Hm. Come to think of it, you'd be bored watching me drink alone. Better buy one or two for you too."
In the end, six cans total.
Along with some decent snacks, we headed to the checkout.
Being daytime, the register was manned by the owner instead of part-timers.
Just your average middle-aged uncle.
Obviously, his eyes were glued to Dorothy's face and chest.
...As a fellow man, I got it, but I was right there as a customer too.
If he was that distracted, I could probably pocket a handful of candy without him noticing.
As those naughty thoughts crossed my mind, the owner politely asked.
"I'll ring you up. Can I see some ID?"
Ah, ID.
I always carried mine just in case, so I could hand over my wallet.
I bowed my head to rummage in my coat's inner pocket.
But Dorothy was a tad faster.
"Here you go."
...Hold on.
Witches have Korean IDs too?
Not weird if they did.
From Team Leader the civil servant or Neria's "witch hospital" stories, witches settling in a country seemed to get various benefits.
An ID for daily life was a given.
Self-convinced, I glanced between them.
"Yes..., uh, could you pull down your mask for a sec...?"
"......"
A rectangular, thin something transparent was exchanged between them.
"Thanks. Here's your ID back. Need a bag?"
"Yes, please."
Nothing visible to my eyes, but they understood each other fine.
...Illusion magic for a fake ID, obviously.
And from how solidly he accepted it, probably perfect even to the touch.
First thought: "Illusion magic is seriously useful in real life."
On the other hand.
"Take care!"
"......"
If illusions could fool touch too...
"......"
Dorothy times two, three...
......
....
..
.
No.
If I'd known I'd bring Dorothy home today, I'd have cleaned more thoroughly and left the boiler on.
Arriving at my freezer of an apartment, I first fiddled with the boiler before tending to my guest.
"Sorry it's so humble. It'll warm up soon, though."
"Doesn't seem humble to me.... Anyway, where's the bedroom?"
"The room on your immediate left, Dorothy."
"Ah, here. Excuse me."
She cracked the door, peeked in, and scanned the bedroom.
Then stepped inside, so I followed her in.
Just a computer, bed, and simple bookshelf—barebones room.
...And the bedding a total mess, full of lived-in vibe, to put it nicely.
Fine for same-sex friends, but showing Dorothy felt kinda embarrassing.
"Pretty tidy. Pass."
Fortunately, she didn't mind the messy sheets.
Stepping further in, she rolled her purple eyes around and continued.
"First time in a guy's living space. Not as gross as I thought."
"Glad to hear it. Otherwise, I might've plugged my nose at the door from the guy smell."
"......"
"Well, maybe you've gotten me used to you a bit.... Still, impressive. I feel totally fine."
Guy smell, huh.
To be safe, I sniffed my arm behind her, and Dorothy lightly plopped onto my bed.
Not just that—she patted the bed with her hand, then lay back fully clothed for a test.
...Her own verification process, I guess.
Felt like an elementary kid getting homework checked.
Getting tense over this?
"Nothing much."
That was the verdict after waiting.
Practically a pass.
Standing up, she pointed straight at the convenience store bag in my hand.
"Body check done. Time to get drunk."
Music to my ears.
I didn't do day drinking usually, but with Dorothy, it was different.
Heading to the kitchen with the bag, I spread out the beer cans and snacks on the table.
Meanwhile, Dorothy shed her coat and approached in her white sweater.
She pulled out a chair, sat, and slid a beer can toward herself.
"Looks like a lot now. Should've considered if I could even finish this before getting wasted."
Six 500ml beer cans.
Even if I took one, five left for her.
Tough even as water, and this was beer.
So, hanging my coat on the chair back, I replied.
"Focus is getting buzzed, so no need to finish. Better to relax."
"...Mm. Lucky I'm thirsty anyway..."
She cracked open a can, downed a couple gulps easily.
Licked her lips softly with her tongue tip, then added like advice to me.
"As I said earlier, you have to do your part well, Mr. Nam Dowon. I'll try to get as drunk as possible."
"Yes, Dorothy."
"If super drunk me doesn't feel disgusted by you, proceed to the next step. I'll allow it sober, so remember."
"...Got it."
If wasted Dorothy wasn't repulsed,
Then mate as hard as possible.
Creampie freely until her mana was full.
Referencing our talk on the way here, she held out her beer can to me moments later.
"Here's to you. Rehab Support civil servant."
"Same to you, Dorothy."
Clink.
The light toast of cans rang out.