Outside the Blanket is Nice, But Dangerous
Recently, I've developed a very, very minor worry. Something truly tiny, like a speck of dust.
*rub rub.*
"Haa... sssuuuup..."
"..."
During my 30-day vacation, I'd already spent a full week holed up at home with Luna. We ate delicious food, watched movies, and never spent a single moment apart. The sweet scent of my princess waking me every morning with her gentle touch had become quite familiar by now.
"G-good morning, my, my, my husband... Heehet."
"..."
"Will you have breakfast first... or me first...? Heh."
"..."
"Hauu... You're still shy... But I'll wake you up with a different version every day, Si-hyeon...!"
"..."
I had no idea where she picked it up, but my princess was alternating weird titles like "husband," "lord," "spouse," and so on to wake me. It seemed like the historical romance drama I showed her a few days ago had hooked her, but anyway, this wasn't my worry.
*sniff sniff.*
"Sniff sniff... haaa... sniff..."
"..."
From the moment I opened my eyes in the morning until I fell asleep at night, this ultimate beauty wouldn't leave my side for even a second. What could possibly be bothering me? *rub rub.*
"Hauuuu...! Si-hyeon... Si-hyeon...!"
"..."
Our princess at home, rubbing her face all over mine and my body right now—that's my source of worry.
"Um... Luna, we've been stuck together for a week now, so maybe it's time to—"
"No. Don't. Don't you dare."
"...Those words I taught you weren't meant for times like this, were they?"
"You said to use them on people trying to do bad things to me? Being separated from Si-hyeon is bad! So I used them."
"...Yeah, yeah, good job, Luna."
"Heehet."
Luna really clung to me without a break for that entire week. Honestly... it wasn't bad at all.
No, I actually love it... or something? Others might call it a first-world problem if they heard.
Luna's scent was always sweet, and her girl body was soft and squishy enough to hug every day. But why was this a worry...?
Honestly, it's driving me insane. For a 28-year lifelong solo dude like me, Luna's aggressive skinship is way too stimulating.
I'd only ever experienced women through writing and videos. From light web novels to 19+ erotic stories, even the neighbor country's videos that every Korean guy owes their soul to. I thought that was enough to understand women. Like a physicist who's mastered theory but never experimented? And then, out of nowhere, "Luna who regained her emotions" shows up as my perfect sample.
It shattered every bit of my theory and knowledge. I thought I'd built up some immunity to skinship with Luna, but in just 7 days, I realized I was dead wrong.
"Si-hyeon, Si-hyeon, give me a big hug today too~!"
"...C'mere, Luna."
*squeeze.*
"Hehe... Si-hyeon's warm embrace... feels so good."
"..."
The destructive power of Luna, now brimming with emotions, was like a nuke—no, beyond that.
Back when she was emotionless from the ghost story, she was like a doll, so I didn't notice, but now that she's expressing love so actively... her attack power is insane.
A week ago, when I saw her in that white dress seducing me from the entrance and passed out from a nosebleed, I realized it.
Fuck... turns out I'm a hopeless lolicon bastard.
I admitted I was a lolicon, but I thought it was just liking cute Luna. Now, I saw her fully as a woman.
"Hehe... yeah, I'm trash after all... food waste trash..."
"Si-hyeon isn't trash! You're such a cool prince!"
"...Right, yeah. Only Luna, my princess, won't call me a lolicon—"
"Si-hyeon is a lolicon, but I like you anyway!"
*cough*!
"Haha... Luna, remember that an innocent girl's facts can shatter a filthy adult's heart...!"
"...?"
Luna's golden eyes looking at me were so pure and innocent. Not a trace of malice.
Hehe... so what if I'm a lolicon? When such a pretty princess loves me! As long as I can be with Luna, lolicon or whatever, I'll take it.
"Luna, but don't say 'lolicon' in front of others, okay?"
"Okay!"
*rub rub.*
The silver-haired princess burrowed into my arms with a happy smile. I gently stroked her head. The girl trembled and closed her eyes at my touch.
"Haaa... Si-hyeon's hand feels so gooood..."
"Luna, we've been cooped up at home for a week, so how about we go out today?"
"Anywhere with Si-hyeon is fine by me. Hehe."
Yeah, what more is happiness? This is it. I shoved my petty worries aside and got ready to go out with Luna.
A little walk outside should wash away my troubles.
"U-um, S-Si-hyeon...? Th-this is really pretty...?"
"Of course it is. How could anything look bad on our Luna? You wore something similar before, but you're extra shy today, huh?"
"Hauuuu... B-back then I didn't know, but this feels a bit embarrassingggg..."
Troubles washing away my ass.
My first outing in ages. I was dressing Luna in all sorts of outfits, filling my worries with desire.
The spot was a huge department store in Yeouido. Busy weekend crowds, but I had my reasons.
<<Cosplay Popup Store: Meet Your Favorite Characters in Real Life!>>
A cosplay popup? How could I miss that!
Plus, my personal S-rank cosplayer was dressing up just for me. Silver-haired princess in a maid outfit? Can't resist.
When emotionless Luna wore it, it was like dressing a pretty doll. But now,
"Si-hyeon... Th-these are so airy on my legs... it's embarrassing..."
An emotional princess blushing makes it even better!
Some might point and call me a pervert.
But I feel zero shame! Because I am a pervert.
Yeah, I'm a pervert who wants to see a beauty reluctantly cosplay and blush. All guys have this desire, right?? Just me? Huh?!?!
I rationalized myself with fake agreement in my head. Meanwhile, Luna changed from maid outfit to casual clothes.
"Si-hyeon... seems to like kinda unique outfits. That office lady one earlier? And everything feels so novel!"
"A-hem. I liked them before, but you wearing them makes it way better? Oh, and I'll buy everything you tried on, so wear them for me sometimes?"
"N-not outside, but when it's just us... anytime! Hehe."
*thump!*
Luna, shy but willing to dress up for me. Twisting her body and covering her face—she was adorably lovable.
Anyone not falling for this princess is impotent.
I pulled her flushed cheeks into my arms and hugged tight.
"Wh-what...? Si-hyeon?"
"You're so lovable putting in effort for me—I had to hug you."
"Heehet... Compared to what you've done for me, this is nothing! You can ask for even more... I'll do it all. Heh..."
Luna covering her mouth with a mischievous smile looked like a playful little devil. Lately, she'd been using more seductive gestures and tones...
Who'd she learn that from? Only her mom could teach her, but that pure lady wouldn't teach seduction techniques... No clue.
We'd been bingeing dramas and movies, so probably imitating that.
*gurgle.*
Then, a stomach growl from the silver-haired girl.
"Haha, skipped breakfast for all this changing—hungry, Luna?"
"Hauuu... Em-embarrassing..."
"You're just too cute. I'm hungry too, so let's hit the food court. Tons of your favorite bakeries and goodies—pick whatever."
"Okay! Can't wait, Si-hyeon, heehet."
Yeouido H Department Store, B1 Food Court.
Weekend vibes—couples and families enjoying happy times.
"Daddy! This bread is so good. Try some."
"Aigoo~ My girl, giving Daddy the best part? Who'd you get that kindness from?"
"Heehet. From you, Daddy!"
Aromatic bread scents, sweet desserts, kids' fresh laughter. People forgetting weekday woes, making memories with family, friends, and loved ones.
Then, upbeat, fun music from somewhere.
♫ ~ ♬ ~ ♪ ~♩~
At the food court center, mascot performers danced energetically, handing out gifts to kids.
"Wow, Daddy, look! The clown uncle's giving balloons!"
"Whoa, really? Some department store event today?"
"I'll get one!"
*pat pat.*
The girl dashed over, grabbed a pretty pink balloon, and ran back to Daddy.
"My girl loves pink, huh. Haha."
The man reached to stroke her cheek.
*squish.*
Something off. Not her warm, soft cheek—taut rubber instead.
"...?"
The moment he puzzled and looked straight at her.
"Kyaaaaah!! My baby... my baby's heeead, heeead!!!"
"H-honey!! Our son's head is up, up there...!"
"I-it's... a d-dream... gotta be a dream..."
Dozens screamed simultaneously from all around. People dazed, muttering about kids' heads "up there."
"What the hell..."
Then, from above his head, his daughter's voice.
"Daaaaddy——?"
He looked up to see,
"Uh...?"
No balloon—just his daughter's head floating, grinning grotesquely at him.
"Ah... aaah...!!"
As he stared blankly, the mascot speakers crackled.
A chilling, cracked voice inviting play, and red letters appeared before everyone.
"Prankster" HAS BEGUN ⛧