Chapter 330
Chapter 330
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 330
Chapter Title: Siwoo: Romance Manipulation Unit (15)
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Rachel took the first piece of advice I gave her.
‘Before gaining favor as a woman, first gain favor as a person.’
Blindly charging in would only backfire. If you want to date someone of the opposite sex, you have to start by showing you're a decent person... or so Rachel said. Then, from friends to lovers, and lovers to darling, the way you address each other gradually changes—that was her take on it.
Honestly, it was an argument I couldn't easily agree with...
‘Joseph, eaten yet? If not, wanna grab something with me? My treat.’
‘Joseph, sleep okay? Not uncomfortable bunking with Dirk? If it is, come sleep with me.’
‘Joseph, training bearable? Let me know if it's rough. I'll help out.’
Thanks to Siwoo striking up conversations with me to the point of annoyance, I naturally came around to agreeing.
Even playing nice to become close comrades felt this burdensome... how irritating must it be to make a romantic move? Taking a page from Siwoo's book, I held back my impulses as much as possible. And while reading the room just right, I focused on what I needed to do.
‘Joseph really works hard, doesn't he? It's so admirable—nice to watch.’
Sure enough, just like Rachel's advice, I earned Dirk's favor.
Rachel's second bit of advice to me.
‘Figure out the other person's interests and chat about those topics.’
Empathy is where affection sprouts from, no matter what. Shared interests boost your chances of dating them... or so Rachel claimed. Talking about what you love naturally makes the other person warm up to you too—that was her opinion.
This one I could easily get behind...
‘Wandering knight? Sorry, never had a chance to read fairy tales.’
‘But it looks fun. Mind lending it? I love reading.’
‘Oh? Yeah, read it. Was great. Full of romance. Any sequels?’
It was thanks to Dirk reading the book I lent him and getting thrilled.
How happy I was to have something to talk about... I lost track of time chatting with Dirk about wandering knights, and I came to like—no, love—Dirk even more. If I could become his second wife, we could have these talks every day.
Another reason to marry Dirk.
The only issue was whether Dirk liked me back... Nah, it's Rachel's advice. It has to work. Lately, he'd been talking to me more, so our chats must've won him over for sure.
The last of Rachel's advice to me.
‘Use people around you to draw their attention.’
The basics of romance are push and pull. Starting conversations with others naturally makes them conscious of you... or so Rachel said. They'll think, She'll ask me next. Better prepare an answer. But why always last to me?—getting them hooked. That was her theory.
Fully on board, I always kicked off every chat with Siwoo.
‘Siwoo, what's your favorite food? Oh, and Dirk... if you don't mind, tell me yours.’
‘Siwoo, any hobbies? Ahem, Dirk too... I'd love to hear if you have any.’
‘Siwoo, what's your type? And, uh, Dirk... it'd be great if you shared yours.’
It always circled back to Dirk, but I faithfully followed Rachel's guidance anyway.
And lately, Dirk's attitude had shifted. Much softer and kinder than at first? He even looked at me with total satisfaction. No doubt Rachel's advice was spot on.
But despite all three tips... my romantic front with Dirk hadn't advanced an inch. That was due to a fundamental problem with me. Namely, the truly tragic fact that Dirk saw me as a man.
Who'd have thought preparing a male transformation artifact for emergencies would backfire like this? I straddled the soundly sleeping Dirk and let out a tiny sigh.
“Haa... Should've just come clean from the start.”
To push our relationship forward, I needed to reveal my secret now—but what if it made him hate me? You've been deceiving me all this time? He might reject me. Sure, Dirk wasn't the type... but you never know with people. Even a 1% chance terrified me.
But thinking of the future, I had to confess eventually, which only made my head hurt more. Unless Dirk was gay—which he wasn't, given he dated Rachel—there was zero chance of connecting with him as a man. Yet his relationship with Rachel ruled out him being gay too.
“Huuu... What am I gonna do?”
Confess?
Or not?
What now?
No matter how I racked my brain, no answer came. Better to rip the bandage off first, right? But then we couldn't sleep together anymore. I'd fallen into a trap with no good options.
“Uu... Dirk...”
But they say opportunity follows crisis.
Sighing atop Dirk like the ground might cave in, I suddenly thought of one very plausible option. I'd confess, but in a way that made it impossible for Dirk to hate me—an absolutely perfect choice.
“Hehehe... Dirk... You're erect, so you agree too, right?”
Perfect timing too, since it was ovulation day.
Today, I'm going to rape Dirk.
Sex: the act of inserting a man's penis into a woman's vagina.
More precisely, after mating, both shake their hips to make the man ejaculate inside the woman's vagina. If timed with ovulation, pregnancy is possible—and even without that goal, people mix bodies for pleasure.
That's the extent of my sex knowledge.
So saying I'll rape Dirk means... having sex with the sleeping Dirk. Making a baby, forcibly. Sounds like rape at first glance... and it wouldn't be wrong.
Yeah, I'm planning to rape Dirk right now.
Whatever excuses, once I'm pregnant and reveal the father is Dirk, he'll have to accept me. Getting knocked up by him is the perfect moment to spill my secret.
Sure, he might fear me for the rape, but someone as kind as Dirk would understand, right? She loved me so much she couldn't help it—he'd surely take me in.
Yeah, even today he said he wouldn't stop any girl who came.
So I'm going all in on Dirk.
“Haa... Dirk, they say for sex, you start by caressing each other's genitals. The dick gets hard, pussy gets wet—that's when you can do it. But... hehe, we're both ready already? Guess you and I are perfect matches, Dirk?”
“......”
“Alright then... gonna put it in now. First time hurts, they say, so I drank some booze. Hehe... alcohol numbs pain, right? And sober rape felt a bit off, so just one bottle... Heehee, but Dirk... can I kiss you?”
“......”
“You say yes? Thanks... Mmm, ungh... *smack*. ...Kyaaa! I did it!”
“......”
“Dirk... Ungh, haa... *slurp, smack*... Haa, Dirkk... Now for real... haa, putting it in... Aa, wait just a sec... Memory magic again... Haa, done. Gotta record the first time. It's a memento. Hehe, right?”
“Ahem, future me, watching closely? Year XX, Month X, Day XX, 2:27 AM. About to rape Dirk now. Watch good...”
After the kiss and starting the recording, I cautiously lifted my hips. Then I mounted Dirk's rock-hard erection, joining our genitals. Haa... so hot and rigid. I feel it every time, but touching with hands is nothing compared to this...
Love juices from my pussy wetted Dirk's dick.
Our parts fully prepped for sex.
I gently lowered my hips, inserting Dirk's glans into my pussy.
The thickness incomparable to fingers made my whole body twitch involuntarily.
“Haat... Dirkk...”
Thrusting in like this would tear my pussy, right?
Rachel taught me it wouldn't... but Dirk's cock looked so ferocious it still scared me. I was the one raping, yet it felt like Dirk was gangbanging me. Just the tip in my pussy screamed manly and primal.
A wandering knight incarnate.
“Here... goes... Ngh, haaa... Big breath in...”
But I was to be Dirk's wife now. To keep bearing his kids, I had to get used to his dick. Panicking from the start was pathetic. I was to be the wife of a stud like Dirk. Steel yourself, I thought, ready to tear my hymen in one go...
“Haaaaangh, Aaaaaaaang!”
I slammed down, swallowing Dirk's cock.
And passed out on the spot.
“Haa... This oppa jerking off again? Did it so much today already... Sigh, really can't handle him alone. Sex drive's way too strong...”
“Yeah, probably needs two or three girls to keep up... Haa? Wait, not jerking off?”
“Right... off to the brothel, huh? Oppa, you're dead tomorrow...”
“Oppa!!!”