Is This the Obsessive I've Only Heard About?

I launched the Training App at once and flicked my fingers straight into the training menu.

"Just as I thought—I hadn't been seeing things. It said the training slots increased by one when I hit level 3."

"Of course."

I typed her full name into the prompt that asked for the heroine's name, locked Silla into the training slot without a second's hesitation, and immediately pulled up her status.

Her combat style was clearly that of a rear-line dealer rather than a front-liner like me or Senior A-rang, so her vitality and strength sat low while agility and intelligence ran high—exactly as expected.

"But magic power? Well, elves are born using magic, so of course they'd have a magic stat. Wait a second… Kim Bok-soon? Ah!"

Something had been hovering just out of reach of my memory this whole time. I dug Silla's student ID out of my inventory and checked the name printed on it.

The instant I confirmed it, the word that had been stuck in my throat earlier—right on the tip of my tongue yet refusing to surface—finally clicked into place. I barked out a laugh.

"It's written Kim Bok-soon on here too. And the Eracila Silvanel showing up on the status window… that must be her real name. Her elven name."

It was a hopelessly rustic name, but it made a certain sense once you thought about it. The parents who had given Silla that name were first-generation otherworlders who had crossed over during the Great Dimensional Collision three hundred years ago—the same generation as the professor we'd seen in the lecture hall earlier. According to the professor, that had been the era of King Yeongjo's reign. In other words, the Joseon Dynasty.

"And back in Joseon times, girls got names like So-and-so Soon—Mak-soon, Kkeut-soon, Bak-soon, that sort of thing. So if Silla's parents, who'd been living on this land since the Joseon era, slapped a name like that on her, it wasn't all that strange."

Of course, giving a twenty-one-year-old virgin a name better suited to a puppy still felt a little cruel, even to me.

Fortunately Silla had cranked the music up loud in the bathroom—probably terrified I might hear her doing her business—so I could snicker as loudly as I wanted. I pulled up her erotic status next.

"…"

She wasn't just foul-tempered—she was a full-blown pervert of the highest order.

Elves in general preferred to keep their distance from humans, sure, but the way this one had been especially vicious toward me, flying into a rage at the slightest provocation, had ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠always made me wonder what grudge she'd carried over from a past life to hound me so relentlessly. Had she been doing it on purpose just to provoke me?

"Something always felt off. The way she kept handing me excuses to climb all over her, the way she looked down on me with everyone else while going on about how noble she was… I should have noticed how weird that was."

If she simply hated me for being useless, she could have treated me like I didn't exist. Instead she went out of her way to acknowledge me, spat out the most rape-baiting lines imaginable, and dragged me around as her pack mule and meat shield while needling me nonstop—all because of her sexual preference?

"For all I know, she's sitting in there right now secretly hoping I'll kick the door down."

Name, kink, everything—one unexpected truth after another had just surfaced, but the surprise lasted only a heartbeat. The entire year of abuse I'd suffered at that Kkanf's hands flashed through my mind like a panorama, and the rage that followed hard on its heels left no room for hesitation. I activated the training function at once.

"Hnnngh♡ I-I'm masturbating♡ There's only a single door between us, and that filthy human who wants to listen to me pee might have his ear pressed right against it, yet here I am masturbating—doing the most intense, filthy masturbation imaginable♡"

Squish♡ Squish♡ Squish♡

Holy crap, that startled me.

The familiar, still-unsettling sensation of my consciousness being sucked away hit me, and the moment I arrived I was greeted by the sight of the Kkanf sitting on the toilet, fingers buried deep in a furious pussy-rubbing session. I pressed a hand to my chest and let out a long breath of relief.

Scared the hell out of me… but I never expected her to actually be masturbating.

I'd pictured her quietly doing her business, sneaking glances at the door and getting worked up over the possibility that I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠might barge in. Instead, every time her fingers twitched, the greedy wet sounds of her pussy devouring them slipped between the blaring music and filled the bathroom, while sultry moans poured nonstop from between her lips as if providing the harmony.

"I shouldn't be doing this. I really shouldn't…♡ That rotten human who leers at my chest the second I let my guard down might have his ear glued to the door right now, trying to eavesdrop on a noble elf peeing, and yet… ahh… the more I imagine it, the hotter my body gets for some reason…♡"

Oh, please.

How much had I even seen? The way she talked, she made it sound like she'd deliberately given me a free show of her tits—and then she'd pointed a gun at me and sometimes even fired the damn thing for looking.

"The moment he realizes what I'm doing, he'll force the doorknob open and try to rape me. Haaah♡ N-no chance♡ If he wants to come, let him come♡ I'll put a nice big hole right through him♡"

What an utterly shameless Kkanf. I'd originally planned to just grab those udders and give them a good squeeze to startle her, but the plan had just changed.

Ahem, ahem, khrmm.

I ran a quick scheme through my head, then—taking advantage of the mute mode—scraped my throat a few times for a homemade voice filter before addressing the girl lost in her frantic masturbation.

"Kim Bok-soon~ let's go~"

"Ahh♡ I was already about to cum without you saying anything. Imagining that butcher Seung-yong doing rough things to me, masturbating to the fantasy, I was going to… huh?"

Silla's dazed eyes snapped wide open, as if she'd just heard something she absolutely should not have heard. I whispered again in the same eerie voice.

"Kim Bok-soon~ let's go~"

"What the—?! A ghost?!"

Bang—!!

True to a hunter standing on the threshold of B-class, the instant my semi-transparent form appeared she snapped off a shot. Magic bullets packed with mana worked just fine on ghosts, so I switched the avatar back to full invisibility the moment the round punched through me, then drifted even closer.

"Hmph. This really is the Silver Horse Apartments, the very symbol of failed diamond hands—now even the vengeful spirits of diamond hands are wandering around!"

She puffed up the moment I vanished, making those magic-power pouches of hers sway. Right on cue I leaned in and whispered against her pointed elven ear.

"Kim Bok-soon~ let's go~"

"What?! I clearly saw my magic bullet go straight through your forehead—how?! Wait, how do you even know that name?! How does a mere ghost know that name?! Who are you?! Reveal yourself at once!!"

Hearing her carefully hidden real name spoken by an unknown presence made her eyes go round as a rabbit's; she jiggled those enormous magic pouches again in agitation. The sight was hilarious, but I kept a straight face, slowly shifting the avatar from invisible back to semi-transparent, and spoke once more.

"I am a reaper from the underworld~ By order of King Yama I have come to take you, Kim Bok-soon~"

"A-a reaper?! I've only ever heard of those in the stories Mother and Father told me when I was little?! You mean they actually exist…?!"

Calling out the real name she'd kept so tightly under wraps was one thing, but her parents having lived since Joseon times apparently made their daughter unusually easy to talk to for an elf. I nodded solemnly.

"Indeed~ I have come to collect the wicked elf who has tormented an innocent young man for her own desires~"

"Stay away! I am armed, you know?!"

A ghost her magic bullets couldn't touch—Silla stared at the avatar with eyes as huge as a newborn fawn's, then, seeing me casually press my forehead against her muzzle, she hugged the toilet she was sitting on for dear life. I gave her wrist a light tug.

"Kim Bok-soon~ come along, what are you doing~ Do not resist~"

"N-no! I-I still have so many days left to live! I can't go like this!"

"Countless departed souls say the same~ That they still have many days left, or that regrets remain in their lives~"

"But I'm truly being wronged! You know the average elf lifespan is five hundred years! I-I'm only twenty-one! I just became an adult, I-I haven't even lost my virginity yet! To die like this!"

"Hmm~"

Virgin—check. Watching Silla tearfully spill such useful information, I kept hold of her wrist as if ready to drag her off any second, then made a show of pondering with a thoughtful hum.

"It's unfair, right? Just hearing it sounds unfair, doesn't it? Where else in the world is there an elf as wronged as me?! I haven't even lived a quarter of a quarter of a quarter of a five-hundred-year elf life! And ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I have to die a virgin with this bouncy, sexy body?! It's unfair! Unfair!"

She'd completely dropped her usual pretentious noble speech in her desperation to convey how wronged she felt. I nodded along with an even deeper hum.

"Hmm~ Certainly, an elf who dies so young is a first for me~ An elf who cannot even live a hundred years… even a reaper who must not harbor personal feelings for the dead finds himself moved to pity~"

"Right?! Right?! Exactly! That's how it is!"

The moment I took the bait, hope lit up her face. I dragged my words out as if the whole situation were terribly inconvenient.

"And a virgin, no less~ If I take her to the underworld while she still holds such a grudge, she will surely become a virgin ghost and wreak havoc in the living world~"

"Exactly! I'll latch onto that human outside the door and make him have dirty dreams every night, turn his underwear into a wet-dream party, a soaking-wet show every single day!"

"Ugh~ How troublesome, how troublesome~ Even in life she repeatedly tormented that young man, and now she intends to torment him even in death~"

Even after a reaper (supposedly) brought it up, she still found a way to drag me into it?

Is this that obsessive clingy I've only ever heard about?

Even on the brink of death, with regret and mental collapse setting in, she still fixated on me. What a thoroughly wicked Kkanf.

"Right?! If you take someone like me, you'll get reamed—no, you'll get chewed out so hard! Besides, you're a reaper, aren't you?! Unlike those inflexible death messengers, I've heard legends of reapers who extend a soul's lifespan! So—"

"Humans have long forgotten those tales, yet as expected of an elf, you know a great many things~ So you wish me to extend your lifespan~?"

"At least let me live an average elf life! I-if you spare me, I'll be so good to that human outside! So—"

"It is not as though there is no method~ If you simply do as I say~ I can go to the Big Dipper Star Lord behind King Yama's back and request that your lifespan be lengthened~"

"The Big Dipper Star Lord… the deity known in Taoism to govern death…! P-please, I'll do anything!"

I'll do anything.

How could a single sentence wrap around the ear so sweetly? Looking at Silla's desperate face, I decided granting her one chance wouldn't be so bad, and nodded.

"Listen well~ The method by which you may live is this…"

"W-what is it…?"

"Once every three days, take the semen of the young man outside—whether in your mouth, your pussy, or anywhere else—and hold that utterly filthy substance inside your body~"

"What?!"

Silla's eyes went round as saucers.