Chapter 89
Chapter 89
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 89
Chapter Title: First Confession (2)
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The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the sparsely populated forest.
With her legs spread wide open, Se-young let out heated breaths as she wrapped her arms around Si-heon, hugging him so tightly it felt like he might snap.
Every time the thing inside her—something she could even call her captor—thrust back and forth, an itchy pleasure amplified within her.
"Haahk! Hnng! Uhaang!"
Her moans, drenched in ecstasy, rang out.
Even after he'd poured his seed inside her several times, his unrelenting vigor made her barely hold onto her fading consciousness as she kissed him.
Their tongues tangled messily.
With their navels pressed together, she pulled her lips away, and a string of saliva stretched between their tongues.
"Do you like me?"
"......"
She opened her mouth wide but didn't answer.
He flashed a faint smile, pulled his hips back once, then slammed it in with all his might.
It pierced straight up to her cervix in one go.
"Huaang!"
Her breath caught, overwhelmed by the rush of fulfillment that made it impossible to think straight.
Normally, she'd just accept the pleasure and pass out, but this time was different.
Her hips trembled uncontrollably. Se-young's pumpkin-colored eyes gazed straight at him, filled with desperate longing.
"Do you like me?"
"......You're such a tease."
A gentle breeze rustled through the forest, tousling her hair.
Under the warm sunlight, the secret of the two of them entwined like this in such a place.
As a teacher, it was something she absolutely shouldn't do—but she wasn't a teacher anymore, so what did it matter?
That sweet, seductive ripe fruit; just taking away these memories was more than enough for her.
"Still not gonna say it all the way."
"Are you mad?"
As she lifted her exhausted arms to pull Si-heon close, the tension in his body eased a bit, as if her anger had subsided.
Burying her face in his neck, inhaling the faint masculine scent from his sweat-soaked shirt, Se-young moved her hips restlessly while her mind raced without stopping.
"Aww, you're mad."
"No, I'm not mad over something like that. It was just a casual question."
Poking her cheek playfully made her puff it out. It was so cute that a chuckle escaped him involuntarily.
Se-young, at her age, had no real memory of ever being in proper love.
So she didn't know how to express her feelings well...
Even though she'd dragged so many people to the negotiating table and had countless others in the palm of her hand, she couldn't voice her honest emotions.
She could just say it straight and put him at ease, but some stubborn pride held her back.
At least confessions that embarrassing should come after everything was over, when there were no barriers left, she thought.
'It's fine.'
In that sense, being able to join their bodies like this felt like a true blessing.
There was no better way to convey her feelings than through direct physical intimacy.
After one round of coupling ended.
"So, heading out right away today?"
After cleaning up and sharing the food from the picnic mat, Si-heon asked.
"As soon as possible, right? What, you wanna spend more time with me? Hehe."
"Nah, just thinking of giving you a gift or something."
"A gift?"
He probably had no idea about her situation, so there was no way he'd come prepared with something like that.
That was her thought, but she couldn't help the flicker of anticipation in her heart.
"I've got great luck, so watch closely."
Si-heon spread his hands wide and swiped through the empty air a few times. Soon, light bloomed in his palm.
Se-young, who knew a bit about her potential husband's system, knew exactly what it was.
"No way a gacha pull's gonna give something good..."
-Flash!
A bolt of lightning-like light struck down, and something appeared in his hand.
A pure white orb. The teleportation artifact he'd used to survive the dungeon before.
"Looks like something good came out."
Si-heon grinned mischievously at the stunned Se-young and activated it, pulling something out.
A blue ticket. Another item he'd gotten as a reward before but hadn't used yet.
▶Wish to Get Closer (B)
[Type: Consumable]
-A coupon that gives the gift the other person currently desires most. Tears immediately to use.
No changes in the description either.
The thing the other person wanted most right now—perfect for this moment when he wanted to give a gift.
"This'll give you the gift you want most right now, Teacher. Last time a whole box of condoms came out and I was mortified."
"Was that my story?"
Se-young recalled the condoms when she was treating her wounds from the cult and returning to the academy.
Her cheeks flushed at his nod, but she forced a bold front and continued.
"...Wasn't that what you wanted?"
"Heh, you can think that if you want. I'm not teasing—just think of something you really want."
She'd never really thought about wanting something specific.
She'd always just wanted to give, never asked for anything.
Just meeting a few times and being held by him was enough. That's how she'd always waited.
So even Se-young herself, the recipient, had no idea what would come out of that ticket.
Si-heon didn't say more.
He just held the ticket with both hands and tore it vertically.
-Riiip!
A cascade of light poured out. Something sparkling entered their eyes through their widened pupils.
A piece of jewelry crafted by an artisan's hand, perfectly matching Se-young's fair skin—so well that it seemed it would only accentuate her veins when worn.
A ring.
A simple, unflashy band in a pure color lay there.
"Looks like this is what you wanted."
Snapping out of it at his jab, Se-young clamped her mouth shut and stared off at the distant mountains.
Did I really want that?
It wasn't strange for the question to arise, but imagining herself receiving it made her heart flutter.
Si-heon watched the silent Se-young impassively.
He waited patiently for her to speak, watching her space out.
"Wh-what kind of player gives a ring?"
"Did I say I wanted to give it? Who wants it?"
"......Shut up."
Si-heon let out a satisfied chuckle at her flushed neck and flexed his right hand.
At the meaningful gesture, Se-young tilted her eyebrows.
"What?"
"What are you doing? Put your hand out."
She cautiously extended her hand, and the silver ring headed toward her ring finger.
"...Index finger."
"Huh? But ring finger's the standard..."
"That can wait."
Understanding Se-young's intent, Si-heon slipped the ring onto her finger.
It fit perfectly, as if made to her exact size—no discomfort at all.
Se-young stared at the ring on her hand, barely suppressing a laugh.
"I'm ending up with a bunch of rings."
"Don't like it?"
"As if."
She pinched the ring between her right index and thumb, spinning it or stroking it.
The tickle in her heart grew, and finally, she couldn't stop the smile bursting from her lips.
"Hey."
"Yeah?"
Her left index finger.
How many people knew the meaning of putting a ring there?
Si-heon might not, but she did.
"Thank you."
On the path of departure, she'd gained an irreplaceable blessing.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ -Get home safe. Don't just think about me. If you miss me, call—I'll pick up right away.
Recalling Se-young's cool words, I entered the dorm.
My back ached a little, but that was more from Hwango than Se-young.
-Creak!
"Piiik!"
The moment I opened the door, Shiba leaped at the sound of my footsteps and clung to my leg.
"Did our daughter wake up?"
"Piiik~ Piip!"
Stroking my lightly crying daughter's head made strength well up from nowhere.
I scooped Shiba up into my chest and headed to the room. Cheon-do, sitting on the chair by the bed, turned his eyes from the book to me.
"You're back."
"Yeah. Met with Teacher. Heard her story—she's heading off to investigate Flower."
Cheon-do, who already knew, furrowed his brow slightly and let out a bitter sigh.
"Not an easy task."
"I think so too. But if she's set on it, we can't stop her."
Cheon-do nodded.
Se-young wasn't the type who couldn't take care of herself, so no need to worry.
She'd solve the problem if there was one.
But that didn't mean I'd sit idle.
"Lee Si-heon, it's about time—"
"Yeah, about time."
I cut off Cheon-do mid-sentence.
The slightly over three-day vacation ended today. No more playing around—even if I wanted to, I couldn't.
Since Yeonok, the only training I'd done was basic physical and strength exercises.
I had tons of enemies.
No idea why, but everyone was after my life.
'People change a lot.'
A natural layabout stuck in his room was now planning to get moving.
Confidence swelled, but I couldn't hide the inner bitterness.
"I get it. But what about Shiba?"
"Shiba? ...Ah."
At Cheon-do's words, I pondered briefly.
True, I couldn't keep her by my side forever.
Training was one thing, but during missions, anything could happen.
"I'd like to drop her at a daycare, but the academy doesn't have one. And asking friends is awkward since I've imposed too much lately."
Azalea was an option, but I'd asked her too many favors recently.
"Piip?"
Looking at Shiba in my arms, she tilted her head, oblivious to her situation, then rubbed her face against me.
"Paa~!"
So damn cute.
Raising a kid from under her skirt hem must feel like this.
But separations had to be decisive.
"Daycare's easy with magic."
"...Isn't that only possible for Hwango-noona?"
"Just learn it."
If I could teleport, it'd be perfect.
But spatial magic wasn't easy.
For me, pulling it off once required a huge hassle—and even then, with slightly off coordinates, only possible thanks to my talent.
"No reason you can't do what Hwango can."
"...Noona's from beyond the heavens. How could I?"
Cheon-do seemed to have high hopes, but really? He saw me as the type who learns one thing and masters ten.
In reality, even two was a stretch.
I lagged far behind in mana capacity and control.
"It's just once in the morning, once at night. Stay with Hwango till you can. It'll advance your training too."
True enough.
Keep at it till it works. Army memories made me shiver, but I had to.
Forcing her to stay and getting her hurt would be irreversible.
I looked at Shiba.
She was still purring like a cat in bliss, wide awake and reveling in my arms.
Clutching my clothes tight, as if refusing to let go—but I couldn't keep her forever.
I had to gradually acclimate Shiba to society.
"Piip?"
Meeting my eyes, Shiba blinked her big round ones innocently.
A few days later, at a Seoul nursery for young Wood People.
It was inevitable that cries of "Daddy!" from Shiba echoed through the place teaching young Wood People.