Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Change in Perception (3)
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Emotions only grow stronger the more you try to suppress them.
-Creak. Creak.
Tuning her ears, she could hear the bed shaking passionately.
Vulgar voices spilling from lips filled her ears.
Before her eyes, the face of a man flushed red from alcohol filled her vision.
‘…….’
Her head tilting back. Her body convulsing.
Strands of white hair sticking to her forehead, swaying below her eyebrows.
-Hng… Haak, kuhuut
The female, subdued by two thick fingers, screamed and writhed, and the man stirred inside her to remind her of her place.
During the beast-like coupling, saliva drooled from his mouth.
She could tell right away that the saliva wasn't hers.
-Si-heon… Si-heon.
The emotions of the consciousness's owner, felt throughout her body... were obvious. It was Baek-do.
Thump thump—her heart pounded.
Since that tragedy in childhood, Baek-do's mind had been as stable as a calm spring field...
But strangely, whenever she met the Ice Statue, her emotions erupted like a jagged volcano.
-……!!♥…!♡
As she let out a moan, her throat cracked.
She felt the trembling throughout her body, but no pleasure came to her.
There was no sensation from the fingers prodding her entire body.
It felt like someone tapping a numb limb with no blood flow.
If it's like this, might as well just go to sleep already.
Even as she tried to shut down her consciousness, the sight of Lee Si-heon's face flashing by made her heart pound.
The Ice Statue was strange.
From their first meeting until now, just quietly watching him drew her gaze, making her want to reach out.
Protective instincts, lust. The lewd desire to be conquered.
Just making eye contact stirred all sorts of feelings. He was the kind of man she wanted to clutch to her chest.
She didn't think those emotions were fake. She didn't even want to entertain the idea.
Just as Baek-do and the Ice Statue had instantly pegged each other as enemies upon eye contact. She felt drawn to him.
-……Stop. Stop ittt.
So she never imagined Baek-do would end up like this.
The two who always bickered suddenly locking eyes over drinks? Impossible to comprehend.
She knew the Ice Statue had lots of women.
It wasn't weird for him to take multiple partners.
And she knew she wasn't in any position to complain. Right now, they were just physically entangled.
But with time, she wanted something deeper, more intense.
Sharing their favorite things, eating peaches together. Fulfilling each other's wishes in that ideal way.
Even in the comics she used to devour, that itchy feeling was her favorite.
So what if he had a bunch of women! As long as she was happy.
But now that it was right in front of her, the emotions were different.
-Kuhaaaak…♡
Am I the weird one? Is it just me?
Not sure if "heart burning" captured it right. If she had to put a name to it... like that sinking-heart moment repeating endlessly, knotting up inside.
She wanted to be held too. But it was her satisfying the Ice Statue.
Such thoughts swirled relentlessly. If Cheon-do caught wind of this, she'd get an earful for sure.
But... she was a tree too.
Like a plant rooting into soil for life, she had simply found someone to become her soil.
How could she not feel annoyed when later arrivals started extending their roots?
She'd yielded plenty so far.
Yielded the dried persimmons they shared as kids, split tasty lunches... took all the pranks, even the scoldings in his place.
‘Why does it feel like this?’
Baek-do was still her close sister.
She never wanted to part. That much hadn't changed.
Just seeing the two of them together made her heart uneasy.
Uncomfortable precisely because they were so close.
Sharing a body probably made it worse.
If the pleasure had connected too, she could've lost herself in it...
Her thoughts reached that point, and self-awareness hit.
‘Yeah. I definitely like the Ice Statue.’
Once acknowledged, the feeling only grew with time.
The more she tried to suppress it, the more it piled up, but after that day, meeting the Ice Statue felt too awkward, so she avoided him for a while.
The desire to see him clashed with the reluctance, leaving her head spinning.
-Why are you acting like that?
‘Cheon-do?’
-Your consciousness feels hazy today.
Out avoiding the Ice Statue and sighing, Cheon-do spoke up.
‘Just... Hehe, it's nothing.’
-…….
Probably her usual whimsy.
She planned to tough it out with some self-mockery.
-I don't know what you're thinking, but I can feel the impulse.
‘C-caught?’
-Do as you wish.
‘…….’
-You have a tendency to suppress your desires too much.
Do I?
-Telling Lee Si-heon might help. You're step-siblings, after all. He could give advice only a man can.
Step-siblings... Step-siblings.
Her fist clenched tight—
‘Got it. I'll ask him once. Can you shut down my consciousness just then?’
-Understood.
She felt the need to be more proactive than before.
Thump thump—
Once given permission, the emotion surged uncontrollably.
Ice Statue one. Ice Statue two. Her head filled up. Oh god, this was paradise?
-What kind of emotion even is...
‘Cheon-do doesn't need to know!’
To remain the most precious tree in the Ice Statue's heart.
Hwang-do's eyes were dyeing an exotic hue.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Cheon-do's asleep too.”
One thing she'd learned from her short time living here.
From the moment I was planted in that tree, my life had twisted into a total mess.
Nothing ever went my way. Not even my relationships with women.
......I'd wrapped up a flashy tournament intro, thought I could finally relax and stretch out.
But Hwang-do had sensed even deeper emotions from me than I'd expected.
“Used magic again, huh.”
“Yeah.”
Hwang-do's beaming smile was like early morning sunlight, as always.
Thinking how that childlike grin had put the monstrous Baek-do and Cheon-do to sleep, I steadied myself.
“......Is it because of that?”
“Yeah.”
Straightforward answer.
Hwang-do closed the distance step by step, eyes crinkling in a smile as she clasped her hands behind her back.
“I knew the Ice Statue had a lot of women... But honestly, even sis doesn't get it.”
“Get what?”
“Jealousy, or whatever.”
Was this noona always so forward?
Hwang-do pressed right up against me, perfectly squishing one of her breasts.
She must've ditched her underwear sometime, because the nipple poked sharply through the tights fabric.
“Why Baek-do...? Don't you like me?”
“It's not that I dislike you.”
“Then why'd you sleep with Baek-do?”
Hwang-do accused sharply, tensing her arms around me.
My lower half stiffened at the feel of her breast compressing.
“......The Ice Statue's a pervert who gets hard for anyone. If I'm your exclusive, you won't sleep with Baek-do, right?”
“I don't get why you keep bringing up Master Baek-do. You know that day was a mistake.”
“I don't know about that.”
Her small head tucked neatly into my chest. I felt her lips trembling against my skin.
“Anyway, you did sleep together! Everyone else is fine. But thinking about you with Baek-do tears my heart—what am I supposed to do?”
Sibling rivalry, maybe. Seemed like complicated feelings.
“And since then, Baek-do's always thinking about the Ice Statue. How do you think I feel, sensing that constantly?”
“......That's news to me. Baek-do finds out, you're in for a scolding.”
“Again, again! Baek-do this, Baek-do that!”
Who even started with Baek-do? Why was she shutting my mouth now?
I could feel Hwang-do's determination: she absolutely wouldn't tolerate Baek-do talk from me.
Hwang-do tilted her face up, our eyes meeting.
Slightly glazed, brimming with tears. This wasn't just the mood talking.
“Can't you just look at me? Out of all of us?”
I knew exactly what she meant.
I clamped my mouth shut and stared at Hwang-do for a long moment. Her eyes, soaked in anxiety, shook fiercely.
‘Oh man...’
There were a ton of issues.
But up till now, I'd kept pushing women problems to the back burner.
Honestly, polygamy made zero sense to my brain.
Se-young... would say it's fine.
But even sweet Hwang-do acting like this—who'd enjoy watching me with another woman?
I needed a firm decision now.
At least to head off future headaches.
-Gulp.
I swallowed hard. It hurt going down.
Slowly, I began.
“Noona.”
“Ung...”
“Don't cry. So what you're saying is... you like me, right?”
Nod. Nod. Nod. Nod.
She bobbed her head enthusiastically.
“I like you too, Hwang-do noona. Who wouldn't like someone like you? You're so kind... so proper.”
“......Really?”
Anyone around me was too good for the likes of me.
Se-young was right—my true nature was trash.
I knew I shouldn't, but untangling relationships... was honestly tough.
-If I say it's fine, why are you refusing? You don't get a say.
The teacher in my head. Se-young had scolded me like that.
She was right—if giving up was hard, then accept it. Own what I had to.
My mind eased a bit, though the other side felt off.
Changing core values wasn't easy.
It was men's romance in a way, but right now? No clue. Might adapt later and chuckle about paradise.
“No plans to stop other women from coming. You get what that means, right?”
“......Even Baek-do?”
“No exceptions. You're one too.”
Blunt. Trashy.
Nah, trash the moment I said it.
Se-young was right. Hwang-do was right. Baek-do was right.
This was what a playboy did.
Everything I'd done so far looked like full-on fish tank... no, treetank management from an outsider's view.
Add the World Trees, Bead, and the hundreds of trees I'd subdued in the dungeon? Easily over 300 acres of treetank.
“......”
Hwang-do said nothing.
Her sunken eyes mixed anxiety and faint disappointment—like she'd burst at a touch.
“But I can satisfy you. More than before.”
Hwang-do's eyes slowly widened.
A short phrase flashed through my head.
-Noona and little sis slave play.
These women's sex fantasies were next-level.
“Ah, seriously.”
“......?”
Slave play? Really do it? Hell if I knew.
No helping it.
I sighed and flipped my expression and tone.
“What're you doing? Not stripping?”
“I-Ice Statue?”
“You wanna get fucked like a dog, right?”
Hwang-do stuttered in shock at my sudden shift, then her eyes glazed over.
“Ah......♡”
I gripped her bursting breast hard, and a moan laced with pleasure leaked from her lips.
“Uut… Uk”
Pain-mixed tone.
Her face flushed even deeper with arousal.
I cupped her massive ass, slipping fingers into the cleft. Soaking wet.
I stopped there.
“What now?”
“......Huh?”
“Can't heed noona's words. If you wanna stay with me from now on...... Nah.”
Hwang-do deserved better phrasing.
“Forget it. Strip, slave bitch.”
This would work right now.
“......Ice... Statue?”
“No choices needed. Just be a slave—that's easiest.”
“Ahuk, uk…! Gentler, just a bit.... It really hurts!”
Her insides ripened, growing wetter. The harsher the words, the more affection filled her eyes.
“Ice Statue... you really mean it? Uuut! Don't... twist the nipple. Ah....”
A peach fell from Hwang-do's hair, rolling across the floor. Droplets pattered beneath it, forming a puddle.
“Stop! I'm serious right now.”
They say the body lies less than words sometimes. Dead on.
“Really?”
“Really!......For real.”
Her affection had been climbing since earlier, after all.
“Too late. You came here to fuck anyway. Put Baek-do and Cheon-do to sleep and all.”
“......That's...”
“If you don't like it, just pound till you say you do.”
Hwang-do gulped. Expectation plain as day—not my imagination.
I pinned Hwang-do to the floor, forcing her prone.
Yanking her pants down from her fully exposed ass, steam rose from her sopping pussy.
I unbuckled my belt. She squirted from her lower mouth at the sound.
“Ah… stop—”
To satisfy Hwang-do. To spare myself future women troubles.
Felt kinda backward, but now was the time to imprint her place.