Im Nayeon (3)
Im Nayeon (3)
"But you'd be in trouble, wouldn't you? If this video were leaked?"
I held up my phone and said. A video. It was a thought that had just occurred to me. Actually, with Im Na-yeon's connections, a video like this could be resolved without any fuss.
Upload it to the internet? It would probably be deleted the moment I posted it. And dozens of legal teams and police officers would be swarming my house. Maybe even heroes would come to bury me personally.
"Take it off."
"Ugh..."
At my command-like tone, Im Na-yeon bit her lip as if feeling humiliated.
Seureuk. Seureuk.
She began to take off her clothes, step by step. Starting with her jacket, then her tie. Now, all she was wearing was a blouse and a cheeky miniskirt, shortened even more than the school regulations allowed.
She was hesitating, not wanting to take off her top and bottom yet. I pretended to watch the scene leisurely. Inside, I was feeling hopeless. What do I do? Should I stop her? Wouldn't that be even weirder? Should I just keep going like this? Then how far should I go? The line was important. A line where she was moderately satisfied, and I could moderately back off.
I looked at Im Na-yeon with an arrogant posture. Before I knew it, she was unbuttoning her blouse one by one. As she took off the blouse, a snow-white camisole was revealed. Skin so white it was almost transparent, and a chest size close to a D-cup. So Im Na-yeon was the type who looked skinny when clothed.
Seureuk.
She took off the blouse, then the miniskirt, and when she took off the camisole, black lingerie appeared. A truly desirable... a cheeky set of underwear.
Once she got to that point, she glanced at me. It was as if she was asking me with her eyes. Should I take off more? You want to see... No, going any further than this was dangerous.
"You have an attractive body. I want to have more of it..."
What the hell am I saying.
I said greasily, smiling meanly while wearing the mask. But it was true that she had an attractive body. A slender waist and breasts that looked like they couldn't be held in one hand. Smooth legs and, unlike a typical Korean, large hips. Her body was slender, but her breasts and hips were large—isn't that a foul?
Maybe because it was a modern fantasy world, her body was also fantasy-like. I felt like I wouldn't be able to hold back if I looked any longer, so I looked at Im Na-yeon's face.
An expression where humiliation and shame coexisted. And the corners of her mouth were faintly raised.
I'm going crazy, seriously.
"Si, Siwoo..."
Im Na-yeon called me in a trembling voice.
"Si, Siwoo. I, it's not too late yet. If you delete the video, I'll pretend it never happened..."
What? Stop now after going this far? Then I'd be dead, wouldn't I? She didn't want that either. Maybe if I stopped now, I'd be the one to die?
"No."
"Wh, what do you mean no?"
"It's not Siwoo. It's Master."
Crazy bastard.
"..."
"Well, if you don't like it, you don't have to call me that."
I slid my phone up and shook it. A phone with no video on it. But Im Na-yeon swallowed and opened her mouth.
"Ma... ster..."
"I can't hear you."
"...Master."
"Good. You did well."
I smiled with my eyes and praised Im Na-yeon.
There was a part like this in the erotic novel I read because of my younger sister. When training an opponent, be clear with rewards and punishments. If they do well, praise them; if they do poorly, torment them diligently.
Since I was a newbie, I had to move according to the erotic novel as a textbook.
"Then now, you must swear to your Master?"
I'm going to lose my mind.
Contrary to my miserable feelings, my body acted according to the mask I had chosen. I smiled meanly and stuck out my foot. A clean white sneaker that I had washed just a while ago.
I held that sneaker toward Im Na-yeon and opened my mouth.
"Now, give a kiss of oath to my shoe."
What even is a kiss of oath...
While feeling dumbfounded, I felt my mind snap to attention. Did I cross the line? As I prepared to take off the mask and pull my foot back, I quickly checked Im Na-yeon's expression. But before I even had a chance to check, Im Na-yeon quickly prostrated herself.
"Ye, yes! I will swear!"
Faster than I could pull my foot back, she grabbed it and kissed my shoe.
"Ma, Ma, Master..."
She called me in a trembling voice and did it one more time.
My god. I stared down at Im Na-yeon, shocked inside.
Gulp.
I swallowed without realizing it.
The sense of conquest was insane. That Im Na-yeon was kissing my shoe and prostrating herself. It felt like sexual desire was dominating my brain. I was filled with thoughts of wanting to ravage the woman in front of me. But I had to hold back. Because it was dangerous to go any further than this. But if I kept going like this, it was dangerous because I felt like I would really ravage her.
That was when it happened.
Click-clack.
I heard the sound of someone walking from far away.
Im Na-yeon suddenly jumped up, and in the blink of an eye, she changed her clothes. Since she was a physical-type ability user, it took less than 5 seconds to put on her blouse, miniskirt, and tie. And finally, after putting on her jacket.
Clap.
Im Na-yeon clapped her hands. I quickly stared into the air with blank eyes. Looking at the air with unfocused eyes, I made a dazed sound as if I had come to my senses.
"Uh...?"
"Ar, ar, are you okay, Siwoo?"
"Uh...? Uh. I'm fine."
I stuttered and answered Im Na-yeon's words.
"Siwoo, I was surprised because you suddenly collapsed while talking to me. Does it hurt anywhere? Do you remember anything? Is there anything wrong with your body?"
Before I could even say anything, Im Na-yeon spoke to me in a rapid-fire manner. I deliberately put on a bewildered expression and said.
"Uh... uh. I don't remember anything."
"Re... ally? That's a relief."
Contrary to her words, Im Na-yeon had an expression as if she was suppressing a laugh.
"Sorry, you must have been very surprised because I fainted?"
"...Uh, uh. Yeah."
I smiled bitterly and apologized to Im Na-yeon. At my apology, Im Na-yeon looked at me with a blank expression and said.
Creak.
A girl with a pure and innocent look, with brown hair reaching down to her waist, entered. It was Lee Ji-ah, Im Na-yeon's subordinate A. Although, saying subordinate was a stretch since the talent Lee Ji-ah possessed was too outstanding.
"Oh, you were here after all. Na-yeon, I've been looking for you for a while."
"Oh? You were looking for me?"
"Of course, of course. Class is over, and club activities are over, so I was looking for you to hang out for a change. You've been really busy training lately, right? So I wanted to relieve some stress. I even sent you a text."
"Ah, sorry. I was talking to Siwoo for a bit, so I didn't see it."
"Oh? What? What were you talking about?"
At Im Na-yeon's words, Lee Ji-ah asked with sparkling eyes. However, her voice trembled thinly.
"Oh? Yeah, about... the exam. Siwoo is smart, you know."
"True~. You're the only one who got a perfect score on the written exam in the 10 years since our Academy was founded. Because of that, there was a huge fuss for a while with people asking for private tutoring."
"Yeah. That's right."
"There was even a problem that they guaranteed no one would be able to solve, but you even got that right, so now the professors are preparing their classes a bit harder."
"Right, right."
I'm sorry, but I'm not that smart. I just got perfect scores on all the exams using one of my special traits, Knowledge Access (S).
"Oh, right, Siwoo. Do you want to come with us? It'll be super fun."
"Yeah, let's go. They say the dessert at the cafe that opened recently is super delicious."
Let's go together.
That kind of expression seemed to float on Lee Ji-ah's face. Im Na-yeon's face as well. However, I was too tired today. My body had almost no fatigue, but it was a matter of mental fatigue. I felt like I wanted to wash up and go to sleep as soon as I got home.
"Sorry, I'm a bit tired today. Let's go together next time."
"Okay. Then let's definitely go together next time."
Im Na-yeon said, promising the next time as if it were a pity.
"Haa."
I let out a big sigh. It was a tough day. There had never been a day where it wasn't tough since I started going to school and doing training and whatnot, but today was especially so. Because I pretended to be hypnotized by Im Na-yeon, and I had to train... forcibly train Im Na-yeon.
On my way home to the dormitory.
It was around 6 o'clock, but it was brighter than I thought. I started to feel that April had already come. The weather had gotten warmer, too. It was about time to take out my summer clothes. I should wash my summer uniform in advance, too.
Carrying my jacket, which I had taken off and folded roughly, and walking quickly, I heard whispering here and there.
-Wow... what, that kid who just passed by? He really lives in a world of his own. Who is that?
-Ah, Lee Si-woo? Lee Si-woo is damn handsome, though.
-Ah, is he that guy? The one who got a perfect score on the written exam?
-Yeah. Because of that, there's a huge fuss everywhere asking him for tutoring. I heard several places were offering hundreds of millions to teach them.
-Just because you're smart doesn't mean you're good at teaching, right?
-The problem he solved, it's a problem no one has been able to solve for 10 years, you idiot. With that kind of brain, exam summary notes are a piece of cake. Plus, he's good at fighting too. There probably aren't many people who can beat him in a 1:1."
-Is he that good?
-He's that good. His stats are really pathetic, but his technique is so insanely good.
I walked quickly, ignoring the whispering here and there. I realized once again that in modern society, appearance is a kind of spec. I headed to the dormitory quickly like that. I threw my bag down and changed my clothes quickly.
Black sweatpants and a black short-sleeved t-shirt. It was drab, but I liked this. Rather than wearing something see-through like white and gathering the gazes of women and the jealous gazes of men, being a fashion disaster was better. Yeah, that's right.
When I went to the training ground near the dormitory, several boys and girls were already working hard on their training. There was a private training ground, but it was also prohibitively expensive.
I stopped while heading to the place I usually used. Many girls and boys had already taken their spots. This was a secluded place, so why didn't many people come here? I picked up two dumbbells that looked like 5kg, labeled as 50kg. The weight of the dumbbells in my hands was heavy. This was also a product of magic engineering. I picked up the dumbbells and put on a mask.
Mask of the Gym Rat.
It was a mask that allowed me to exercise more efficiently and harder than I could on my own. Uniquely, it boosts growth, so it's the mask I use most often since I fell into this world. Feeling something being placed on my face, my body moved on its own.
Had I been moving my body for about an hour? My whole body was sore from doing various exercises. Taking off the Mask of the Gym Rat, I put on the Mask of Rest, which increases recovery. Now I felt like I could live. I sat down nearby and caught my breath.
As I swept my sweat-drenched hair upward because it felt unnecessarily unpleasant, I heard a gasp! from around me.
"Eek! Did you see that just now?! Fuck, crazy! So sexy!"
"Can a man be that sexy..."
With the gazes of women mixed with sexual desire and admiration.
"Fuck, he really lives in a world of his own."
"He's good at fighting, the smartest in the country, and damn handsome. The world is so unfair."
The jealousy of men was directed at me.
People had settled around me before I knew it.
Should I use the private training ground?
I liked the jealous or admiring gazes, but this level of attention was burdensome. It was hard to train, too.
However, private training grounds have many good facilities, so even the cheapest training ground costs over 3 million won per month. Therefore, it is very burdensome for commoners like me to use.
But if I don't train, it's not burdensome, it's parting with this life. I don't know if dying in this world means really dying, but I don't want to die just to test that.
And if it follows the cliché, it would lead to the result of me dying.
I tried to ignore the gazes around me, put the mask back on, and continued to exercise.