The Object of Devotion

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Ding-dong.

I pressed the doorbell and waited a good while, but there was no response.

'Playing hooky at home, huh.'

But that wouldn't work on me. Her profile showed her current location as home.

I rang the doorbell once more and called out.

"Youngae! I know you're home!"

Still no reaction.

I pulled out my phone and read Kim Youngae's status message.

'Avoidance reaction.'

I thought I'd let it simmer long enough, but maybe it needed more time.

Retreating wasn't even on my mind, though.

"If you don't open the door, I'll just stand here until your husband gets home from work!"

She couldn't let that slide.

The front door creaked open.

She'd opened the door just to spite me, but there was no anger in her emotions.

I examined Kim Youngae's face closely. Her ordeal had left her looking half-ruined.

Was it because I wanted her so badly? It felt heartbreaking, like seeing a cherished possession broken.

"Your face looks so worn out. Is it because of me...? I'm sorry."

I winced after saying it. I'd planned to come in strong at first.

But her reaction wasn't bad.

A single sentence had bumped her affection up by 3 points.

From the status message, I was certain. To clear the Object of Devotion quest, to possess Kim Youngae's devotion as my possessiveness craved—not by crushing her with pleasure, but by building an affectionate bond.

'Of course, pleasure would still be a key tool in the process.'

Kim Youngae just stared at me silently, lips sealed.

The awkward silence got to me first.

"Mind if I come in first? That okay?"

I pushed past her shoulder into the house and plopped down on the sofa.

"No drink today? Even something with alcohol is fine."

Kim Youngae, still standing and staring, finally spoke.

"Why are you doing this to me...?"

It was phrased as a question, but not really one. More like a sigh of resignation and acceptance.

I thought for a moment, then replied.

"Hmm... Youngae, if you saw a hundred-million-won diamond being ground up in a factory for industrial tools, what would you do?"

I didn't wait for an answer.

"You'd feel bad for it, right? You'd buy the diamond right away and find a spot worthy of it—a jewelry box or something."

"What does that have to do with my question?"

"The feeling I have is even deeper. If the owner won't sell the diamond, I'd steal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it and put it in a jewelry box anyway. I can't stand seeing it ground up like some cheap knockoff."

Only then did Kim Youngae get it.

"Youngae, you're—"

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm a married woman with a family. Forget what happened and leave."

"I'll ask one more time. Do you really want that?"

Kim Youngae started to answer right away but couldn't get the words out.

After hesitating forever, she finally answered.

"...Yes."

"In that case, nothing I can do."

I bowed my head with a troubled look.

"Sorry for all the rudeness up till now."

Still bowed, I let a faint smile slip.

Relief made sense in her status message, but disappointment? What a passive woman. Pulling out her true feelings was brutally hard.

'Until she admits ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it herself, I'll have to drag it out.'

I lifted my head with the smile still on.

Seeing my face, Kim Youngae sensed something off.

As her status shifted to anxiety/expectation, I spoke.

"That's what I wanted to say. You think I'd give up after one rejection? I told you—if the owner won't sell, I'll steal it."

"...You're not leaving?"

"If I do, I'll be so disappointed. Wouldn't that make you uneasy too, Youngae?"

She didn't say it outright, but she read between the lines.

Her face hardened.

"Don't misunderstand. I'm just saying. So let's compromise—just once."

"Compromise...?"

"Yeah. Exactly one month. Play a little game with me for a month."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"When you're gaming and hit a tough quest, don't you get competitive? Everyone loved the massages I gave them except you—they all wanted more. But since you're different, it's bruising my pride and piquing my interest."

I stared intently, then flashed a sly smile. She averted her gaze.

"Like that. I want to clear the Youngae quest. So let's make a bet. Just one month. Hang out with me."

"...Why should I?"

"If you win the bet, I'll vanish completely—and you'll get that pregnancy you've always wanted."

My words stabbed her sorest spot.

Torment and anguish swirled in her head; she couldn't reply.

I watched her status changes closely and continued.

"That's not all. Youngae, you're sexless with your husband, right?"

Shock flashed across her face.

"H-how did you...?"

"Even if your womb gets healthy like that, you can't get pregnant without sex, right?"

I grinned.

She was almost hooked.

"One month. Win the bet, and as payment, I'll restore your relationship with your husband. You can have your beloved man's child and live happily, just like you want."

"Just one month. Yield that much, and you can have what you want forever."

A proposal hitting every desire she had.

Kim Youngae felt like it was the devil's temptation.

Normally, she'd refuse with firm resolve.

But with her foundation crumbling, she couldn't resist the lure dangled in her face.

"What you just said... is it true?"

"Of course. You'll learn the methods naturally over time. I'll teach you steadily for the month."

In the end, Kim Youngae accepted my proposal.

'It bruises my pride that her tipping point was her husband after all... but can't be helped.'

I set aside how she'd change in a month—this moment felt humiliating enough.

'And my desires never let humiliation slide.'

I shot up and hugged Kim Youngae.

She panicked at the sudden move.

"Wh-what suddenly— Kyaa!"

My lips headed for hers.

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"Kissing is off li— Mmph!"

Her words were blocked by my lips.

With her voluptuous figure bigger than average, Kim Youngae still fit snugly in my arms—even someone built like Shim Uran slipped right in.

I planted a deep kiss on her, trapped between my arms.

Lips met lips, slick with saliva, my tongue tapping her teeth.

Her body twitched, teeth parting, my tongue meeting hers.

Slurp. Slurp.

I savored her tongue, soft as well-cooked meat, sucking and nipping lightly.

At first flustered, Kim Youngae realized she couldn't break free by force and started yielding bit by bit.

That's when I leveled Love Weapon to 2.

Slurp. Slurrrp. Smack. Smack.

"Mmph... mmph... hnnngh..."

Her moans leaked between our pressing lips.

'Send her off lightly with just a kiss to start.'

I activated Action Hand and stroked her bare skin; her body shivered.

Her massive breasts rubbed against my chest.

I kept kissing until she hit a light climax.

Pulling back, a transparent string connected our lips.

Her eyes were blankly glazed.

"Kissing... is off limits..."

Don't hate me too much. It's because you're too alluring, Youngae.

Kim Youngae thought: Unlike her husband who ignored her, this man truly desired her.

I scooped her up and headed to the bedroom.

Slipping off her gown revealed the house dress from last time.

I yanked it down and roughly unhooked her bra, baring her full breasts.

I latched onto a nipple and sucked hard.

"Hnnnngh...!"

I chewed and tasted the nipple. Felt the breast flesh yield in my grip.

"Hnn, hng. Gently, please..."

"Sorry. You're too alluring; I got excited."

I came to my senses and eased up.

Gentler now, kneading her breasts midway between massage and caress.

When it felt sufficient, I slid one hand lower.

She jolted as my hand touched her pussy.

"W-wait, not there...!"

I gripped firmer; she shut her mouth.

Her status showed resignation/acceptance.