Clearing the 1/3 Mission

10th day, 11:39 p.m.

In Hye-yun's parking garage, I stepped out of her car once she'd finished parking.

From the German F-brand sports car beside us, two beautiful women climbed out.

"This is it? Unnie's villa?"

"Yeah."

Hye-yun got out as well, linked arms with them, and started walking toward the entrance — when I spotted a strange shadow in the corner of the garage.

A bad feeling. I put myself between the shadow and the women.

The silhouette looked like it was hiding. I needed to check it out before moving on, so I gave my wrist a light shake and loosened up.

"You three go on up. I'll get some air and head to 401. Introduce yourselves, and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠you're heading straight out, right?"

"Yeah. Babe. Want me to come by at dawn?"

"No. You'll be tired. Just go. We'll see each other on the nineteenth anyway."

"Hiiing… okay. See you at dawn on the nineteenth."

She nodded.

A soft peck.

Hye-yun came over and kissed me, and Hye-rim and Hyeon-jin, faces flushed, kissed me too before heading up into the building.

I barely had time to savor the softness of their lips — every nerve was locked on the guy hiding behind us.

Once they were inside and the shared entrance had locked, I stared at the place where the shadow was flickering and walked toward it.

Ding.

Huh?

Regression? What the hell does that mean? Time travel from 2021?

The mission kept ringing in my ears.

Looks like I was about to commit my first murder in this world.

Even after seeing his face — could I really kill a modern person?

Sure, I had plenty of experience with killing in the Three Kingdoms World, and I already knew I felt no guilt afterward. The problem was the moment before.

Even if he became a villain in the future, did I really have to kill an ordinary PE student right now?

The hesitation didn't last long.

I pulled a short spear from Subspace and hurled it straight at the shadow.

Wrist snap, throwing technique trait layered on top. The short spear spun in a perfect line as it flew.

Whoosh.

A tremendous tearing of air. I'd aimed for the face of the man hidden in the shadow, and in less than a second came the sound of a body collapsing.

Then the sound of bone splitting open.

Crack. Thud.

A faint rush of exhilaration washed in.

And even the guilt of having killed someone vanished in an instant.

I walked over to the corpse.

A rough-looking man, about 185 cm, wearing athletic clothes and a jacket, lay dead with a spear driven through his forehead.

I almost pulled the spear free, then instead summoned a black document called the Existence Eraser from Subspace and laid it open across Park Jin-su's body.

Pulling the spear now might have sent blood spraying everywhere.

Then time stopped.

I couldn't feel the wind that had been blowing. Park Jin-su's corpse glowed, then vanished.

The spear still standing upright didn't even have a drop of blood on it.

"So the one I have to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠kill in America is this Tom Reimi guy, right?"

Yes.

Jini said nothing more.

What did it really mean to vanish completely from this world?

Park Jin-su's face — remaining only in my memory — floated up for a moment.

Hundreds of thousands of people would be better off for this. I stopped thinking about the murder, stowed the spear in Subspace before time resumed, and stood up.

As I walked toward the entrance, the wind brushed past my cheek.

I glanced once at the spot where the corpse had disappeared, then stepped into the building.

Lying naked on the bed, I called up the 1/3-C mission.

Kwon Su-jeong, huh. She's pretty.

She walks into her own room naked? Drunk, mistaking it for her place.

But the mission said I absolutely must not touch her once she's naked — and I wondered if that was even possible.

A beauty on Hye-yun's level, with that nice body… can I really hold back?

And then there was her ideal type, the one I'd overheard in the bathhouse.

It lined up almost too perfectly with the mission's content.

Someone who would protect her even if she were naked, as long as she didn't want it.

I'll hold back. Whatever…

Beep.

The alarm announcing one in the morning snapped me out of my thoughts. I picked up my phone and texted Jeong-mi.

I confirmed the instant reply, then set the phone aside.

I rolled over to face the wall.

To completely eliminate any chance of accidental penetration.

Waiting.

I was blankly sorting through my thoughts when a soft electronic beep came from the lock.

The door opened, and the smell of alcohol rolled in.

She'd already been drinking heavily yesterday, and tonight she'd kept going until nearly one.

Damn, how much did she put away…

In seconds the small studio was thick with the reek of liquor.

"Mmm…"

Tsssss.

The sound of her peeing in the bathroom, then footsteps coming this way.

"Mmmnya… Teddy, did you wait for Mommy?"

She mumbled as the sound of clothes coming off one by one reached me.

Teddy? She seemed to be setting a big teddy bear on the bed — looking at me and saying that without finding anything strange about it.

Drunk people really are hopeless. She couldn't even tell a person from a stuffed animal.

My cock went rock-hard and slapped against my stomach.

Holy shit. Not looking is this stimulating? Should I buy blindfolds for these girls soon?

Before long the woman climbed onto the bed and wrapped her arms tightly around my body.

"Teddy… hiiing."

She sleeps hugging a teddy bear?

Then a leg came up and draped over my thigh as she pressed herself flush against me. I felt her breasts against my back, and on my thigh — the damp heat of her pussy.

Soft. Of course.

Steady, even breathing soon followed. Once I was sure she'd fallen asleep, I started counting sheep and drifted off myself.

When I opened my eyes, I felt breath against my cheek.

The smell of alcohol still hung in the air.

I turned my eyes to the side and found that somehow I was lying on my back. She was using my arm as a pillow, her face close enough to brush my cheek.

Her hand rested on my stomach, and her leg was still draped over my thigh.

Damn. I can't even move.

The clock on the desk read 6:30 a.m.

She'd come in around 1:10 last night, so it would be a long time before she woke up.

The large breast pressed against my arm.

Unlike when I'd teased her in the bathhouse, the soft give of her chest made lust boil up hard.

Falling asleep so easily while counting sheep had been pure luck.

Given my current state, if this had gone on any longer… just thinking about it made me dizzy.

I carefully steadied my breathing and studied her face up close from the corner of my eye.

She really was beautiful.

Why did I keep running into women like this lately? Full red lips, even teeth.

Flawless skin, too. Hye-yun's level…

A face so good you had to wonder why she'd gone into business school instead of acting.

My heart started pounding.

A mission popped up for her, so that means she'll be mine soon, right?

A woman who was originally fated to become Park Jin-su's slave.

I let myself think the absurd thought that I might as well make her mine, and savored the softness of her skin.

My cock stirred again, swelling hard until it brushed her hand.

Then she gently closed her fingers around it.

Unconsciously gripping it — and squeezing.

Ugh… is she actually asleep?

"Hey. Are you really asleep?"

The soft feel of her hand, the pleasure climbing from my cock — I spoke quietly.

"Mmmnya. Yes… sleeping."

What the fuck? Why is she answering while asleep?

"Who am I?"

"Teddy. Mmmnya… smooch."

Was sleep-talking even possible like this? Was it the alcohol?

Just in case, I tested her.

"Can you say, 'I am Kim Ian's slave'?"

"I am Kim Ian's slave. Yes. Smooch."

A black hole bloomed in midair. A scroll unfurled and affixed itself to her body.

Wife rank.

I moved first.

Jini went silent for a moment, as if flustered.

From my position on my back, a model of her body floated in the air before her eyes.

Beautiful, of course.

Why hadn't she become a celebrity?

Her chest was definitely an E-cup, her hips wide, her height a solid 173 cm.

I started configuring her the same way I had the other women.

I dumped the remaining points into slowed aging until they ran out, then confirmed.

A flare of light washed over her body.

Then the sense of dissonance faded, and time began to flow again.

Damn. The slave contract works like this?

America, huh. The goal is probably to eliminate that Tom Reimi guy.

I started sorting through what I'd need to do in the States.

The date was even specified — so even if this mission had failed, I probably still would have had to go.

Ugh… what the hell is this girl doing with her teddy bear?

The kneading, squeezing hand was getting to be too much. I decided to wake her.

"Hey. Time to get up. Stop grabbing other people's cocks."

"Huh? Teddy's cock?"

I shook her by the shoulder through the nonsense, and only then did her eyes open.

She stared blankly for a second — then screamed.

"Kyaaaah! Who are you?! Wait… Ian-ssi?"

She yanked the blanket around herself and scrambled off the bed.

"That's my line. This is my place."

"What? This is my… house… wait, no it isn't?"

Flustered, she looked around, then went red and sank to the floor.

She peeked under the blanket as if checking something, then let out a breath of relief.

"Th-then why is it standing up? Are you a pervert?"

"No — you were the one groping it in your sleep. I woke up, freaked out, and woke you up."

The situation from when she'd first gotten up seemed to come back to her. Her expression went vacant.

"I-I'm so sorry. This was my place until the second. I moved to 402."

"Ah… right. I never changed the code. That's partly my fault too."

I didn't have to take any blame, but saying I shared some of it made her exhale in relief.

"Could you turn around? I need to put my clothes on."

"Sure."

I lay back facing the wall. A frantic rustling of clothes followed, then the blanket was draped over me again, and she tossed my pants and shirt onto the bed.

"Put these on first."

"Huh? Okay."

I pulled the clothes on under the blanket, then sat up on the edge of the bed.

"Are you going to keep staying here?"

"Ah!! Thank you. For not touching me."

For a brief moment her eyes went vacant, then snapped back. What was that?

"Of course I wouldn't."

She broke into a bright smile.

She bowed quickly in ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠farewell, and I heard ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her hurry out of the apartment.

Thud.

The door closed. I couldn't help a small laugh.

Then the door opened again.

"Um…"

"Yes?"

"There are still a lot of spots left for polygamy, right?"

"Ah… of course. Plenty. The deposit for ten or more people is already set aside…"

"Ah!!! I… I have somewhere to be for a bit. See you later."

"Okay."

The door closed again, and Kwon Su-jeong was gone.

Holy shit.

That easy?

But I couldn't forget the confused look in her eyes from earlier.

Relief? It hadn't been the simple relief of having her body left alone.

A look of enormous turmoil — and then, almost immediately, relief.

"Ah…"

Kwon Su-jeong couldn't control the pounding in her chest.

The moment she'd looked down at her own body and confirmed he hadn't touched her, an image had flashed through her mind — herself, pulling a trigger.

"Kate. I think I need to see Emma. My trigger got pulled."

Kate's voice was pure shock.

"My old place. They never changed the code. I fell asleep naked. Next to him."

"Okay."

Before she became his woman, she needed one last check on her mental state. It wasn't just her — Kate was involved too.

She stared blankly at unit 401 for a moment, then went into 402, packed her passport and some clothes, and left the building.