Youngae's Assistance
Song Yunho stroked the exhausted, sleeping Kim Youngae and pondered.
'Why did the Desire Fulfillment App react?'
Today, the app had reacted twice—once while he read Youngae's status message and felt ecstasy, and again right after his recent ejaculation.
It didn't seem to respond to his own desires like before. If it had, a message like [The Desire Fulfillment App reacts to the user's desires. Sexual lust is raging wildly] would have appeared.
'The common point in those two situations today... love.'
More precisely, it was when he realized Youngae's feelings for him.
Why had it reacted? The Desire Fulfillment App had always responded only to his desires, true to its name.
He didn't know. But one thing was certain: there was a reason.
'I'll find out eventually.'
The app was a gift from a goddess, so it wouldn't bring him harm. By following its guidance and fulfilling desires as he had been, the truth would reveal itself naturally.
'Yeah, just like always. Though I feel a bit sorry for Youngae.'
In the mental makeup of Song Yunho the man, sexual desire took the largest share. It had twisted into something warped because the desires of his childhood had gone unfulfilled.
Of course, he couldn't be satisfied with Youngae alone.
Twisted sexual desire craves more women.
Kim Youngae. A woman who married a man unworthy of her love. A woman who devoted herself and gave love despite her husband's heartlessness. A woman who didn't break under overwhelming pleasure and happiness until she learned of his infidelity, only then turning her heart.
Youngae was a good woman. For an ordinary person, he could be satisfied with just her.
But the desires that had piled up over long years, twisted and grown massive, could no longer be sated by one woman.
Of course, meeting other women wouldn't hurt or disappoint Youngae. He had no intention of becoming like Park Wonha.
The decisive difference between him and Park Wonha was whether Youngae felt happiness. He would ensure his desires and her happiness coexisted.
'Kim Youngae is my woman forever.'
An unchanging truth.
Unable to sleep even after his thoughts settled, he opened his profile to review the current situation.
• Reincarnation of the hero who saved Tarmata. Cursed in previous life to endlessly crave unfulfilled desires.
• Fulfilled desires of becoming others' idol: exceptional physical attractiveness, top academic credentials.
• Signs of new emotions settling in the mental space created by fulfilled desires.
Satisfaction / Motivation
The floors stood out most. Last checked at around the 6th floor, now up by a full 7.
'Hit the minimum 10th floor with Seoral University admission, then 3 more from reality correction and wealth increase.'
Next was sexual preferences. Experience had risen from occasional one-nights when GP was low after closing Aesthetic Nonhyeon, and preferences now listed two.
'The first is the original sadism intensified; the second from Youngae and Eunseo.'
Growing mentally and physically close to the two who occupied major parts of his heart had awakened a taste for cherishing and pleasuring a partner.
'If this were a novel, readers would comment "pure love sex route unlocked," lol.'
Either way, not bad. His transformation was progressing smoothly.
'Ah, need to manage my weight.'
Appearance had dipped back to 79 from over 80 before. Recent routine of eat-sleep-fuck had softened his body.
He used WeLike - Reality Correction to tweak it back to 80.
'Better to build a hobby like exercise than constant fixes.'
Joining a gym club after enrollment sounded good.
Sleep finally came. With those thoughts, he drifted off.
Near dawn, the familiar alarm rang. Youngae's eyes snapped open, silencing it immediately.
Turning her head, she saw the man sleeping soundly.
'Good, didn't wake him.'
Realizing she even thought deferentially to him, she smiled faintly.
This man, 12 years her junior, dominated her perfectly. Far from displeasure, it filled her with mental fulfillment—and faint excitement.
She gave love and devotion, receiving affection and happiness in return. That was who she was.
Having passed out from exhaustion after their final act, her groin was crusted with dried fluids. Rising, semen pooled inside gushed out.
She rushed to the bathroom, sitting on the toilet.
Gush. Gush. And again.
Seeing the endless clumps, awe for him welled up.
Last night, she'd nearly died from pleasure. Now she understood why her friend Minjeong sent odes to sex.
'Tell Minjeong tomorrow.'
Watching the flow, curiosity struck. She dipped a finger and tasted.
'Yep, not imagination—tasted good yesterday.'
She was certain: she loved him.
'Love makes semen taste good, huh.'
Not a true taste, but a brain-tricked deliciousness. Minjeong mentioned taste varying by diet but never called it tasty.
Her thoughts flowed to last night's acts. Her lower belly tingled.
Not mere arousal—instinctual. Heat spread through her body; she realized.
Ovulation had begun.
Her sensitive body reacted to mental stress physically—and vice versa. She instinctively knew physiological changes like periods or ovulation.
'...I see.'
Aware now, she understood the tingling: desire for a child. His child.
Stroking her belly, she thought so.
The alarm woke him. Dawn had broken dimly.
He'd set it to Youngae's wake time, so earlier than usual.
Bathroom light and water sounds: she was cleaning last night's traces.
She emerged, startled to see him awake.
"Already up?"
"Without you beside me, my eyes just open."
"...Oh my."
Sappy words, but after a decade of loveless marriage, her status showed happiness over sappiness.
He pulled her embracing body into his arms.
Mmm. Nice scent. A bit sweaty, but still good.
'Ah, I slept unwashed too.'
Slightly embarrassed, he hugged tighter.
She was his woman now. His woman could handle his sweat!
Moments later, her status changed.
'Pregnancy.'
An unconsidered angle. A twinge of complication.
Sorry to Youngae, but no plans to impregnate her soon. Setting aside issues from her bearing his child, he lacked conviction about pregnancy.
Did reality correction alter genes? If not, would a normal-born child suffer his pains—born craving unfulfillable desires?
Mere hypotheticals, but vital to him.
He concluded: If his child inherited poor looks or talents, he'd make mere birth a blessing others envied.
'Money. Make a ton of money.'
Youngae suddenly seemed even more beautiful. A devoted, kind-hearted wife who supported diligently was a man's greatest asset.
Combined with her extraordinary business sense as a talent matching his abilities, rapid wealth was possible.
'Right. Can't pass looks or talent? Pass down a silver spoon.'
On the day he amassed untouchable riches, Youngae would bear his child.