Reality's Downgrade and Jisu's Black Gun Obsession
I shook off the lingering Princess Maker daze as best I could, blinking at the empty air. The familiar sight of my room in reality greeted me, along with the points and messages floating in front of my eyes—rewards for dipping into the game. The pitiful numbers they showed were to be expected; I'd gone in and come right back without any real accomplishments. But the real shock was the sudden downgrade. The cutting-edge surroundings I'd grown used to felt ancient and obsolete now, an indescribable sense of wrongness washing over me.
So this is why they say your standards matter... How long was I gone to feel this disconnected already?
The house had gotten some support from the principal, but as a man living with Jisu, I'd filled it with top-of-the-line appliances and gadgets. And yet here I was, sighing involuntarily as I scratched my head and got up from my seat.
For now, I need to spend enough time in reality for my Buddhist statue side to bloom a bit.
With that thought, I casually raised my arm. The personal device on my wrist—shaped like a bracelet until recently—hummed to life with a soft activation sound. Whether it tapped into a galaxy-spanning network or whatever sci-fi bullshit, it went beyond a smartphone, functioning as a portable computer for messages and calls. It effortlessly hijacked the local internet and booted up.
I couldn't be a clueless captain, after all. Thanks to Minerva relaying all sorts of databases, books, and info beyond current tech levels into this personal device, I wouldn't be bored anytime soon. A natural grin crept onto my face.
"Worst case, who knows how much of this shit I can actually implement in reality... But stirring up some buzz? That I can do. Heh."
It was barely time for my hair loss meds to kick in properly, and here I was plotting big moves. Shaking my head, I grabbed the gun case from my pocket and whistled my way out of the room.
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With plans to tease Park Jisu, I bolted out and headed to the sofa where she was sprawled out asleep. I patted her cheek until she stirred, mumbling and clumsily attempting the kicks she'd learned from Dang Soso. It was cute as hell, so I laughed, grabbed her ankle, and yanked her legs wide open without mercy. Her eyes snapped wide—not from pain, but pure female instinct to guard her crotch—staring at me in flustered panic.
I just smirked silently, and the tension in her thighs melted away. She even closed her eyes, pretending otherwise. How the hell had this shameless slut hidden it all this time? I sighed in disbelief.
Is it... my fault?
Jisu had put her own love life, desires, and future on hold to support her siblings. Now that I'd handed her solutions to all that, she was unleashing everything she'd held back. It made me sigh, but the fierce sense that she was dyeing herself in my colors tugged my lips upward.
"You slut, quit tempting me like a horny bitch in broad daylight and open your eyes."
"Mmmnya..."
I straightened her twisted body, subtly hiking up her t-shirt and dolphin shorts with a twitch. She went nude at home as a rule, but honestly, I preferred these sneaky peeks over full nudity. I wanted to scoop her up right then, but I had shit to do first. Instead, I tapped her crotch with my foot, teasing it, and spoke up.
"That SF world you mentioned? I went there... Should I just leave you be and do this first?"
I slyly dragged my sole from her lower belly to her perineum, repeating the stroke. She jolted with a shiver, giggling hysterically—until she suddenly processed my words. Her eyes flew open, and she bolted upright.
"Kkaman-i!"
"The fuck's Kkaman-i? You're losing it."
I'd thought my foot-stroking her thighs built some sexy tension, but apparently, she'd been obsessing over her lack of a main weapon during training with Dang Soso. She ignored the damp heat from my foot, eyes sparkling at me.
Hasn't she fully turned my color yet...? Even with my foot grinding her, any woman of mine should've been in heat by now.
My dick was undeniably superior firepower, one-of-a-kind in the world. But here she was, brushing it off to prioritize some gun called Kkaman-i or whatever. My lips pursed in a pout.
"Kkaman-i! Kkaman-i!"
Flushed cheeks, disheveled look—she chanted it like a mantra.
If it was dick instead of Kkaman-i, how great would that be. Sigh...
I'd shared plenty about my abilities, and she'd sampled the byproducts. For a gun otaku like her, getting impossible future tech was a dream come true. But this level of frenzy was unexpected. Grimacing reluctantly, I pulled the gun case back from my inventory and handed it over.
It landed neatly on the table from my hand.
"I grabbed the most practical one I could snag right away, so don't think this is the limit."
"Ooh..."
"I don't know much about guns, but from what I heard, it's beyond any real-world piece or your old Kkaman-i... whatever. Untouchable."
Her eyes trembled, hands fumbling the case eagerly. First time seeing future tech packed in there—she glanced at me for how to open it. I smirked like figure it out, and she bit her lip, fiddling with it again.
I watched like someone eyeing a cat weakly punching a vending machine for snacks. Then—
Psst!
Her experience with this gear hadn't vanished. After some grunting, she hit a small button and flipped the case open.
A single gun gleamed inside. Jisu was entranced, speechless. Made me wonder if this was normal or demonic for a gun nerd.
I picked the most useful one from the ship... but depending on the situation, I might scout better ones later.
Minerva was a secret project ship, so public gear was scarce. But as a warship, it had plenty of weapons. Finding better than this would take serious time and effort in that SF game world. I'd snagged one for myself too, including hers—anticipation curled my lips.
"Ooh... W-where do the bullets go?"
"Ah! It's a railgun type since your skills lean sniper. See that little hole near the trigger? Shove steel BBs in there or something."
"R-Railgun!"
"Yeah, the battery's auto-charging since it's all future SF crap. No need to worry."
From Minerva's info, it handled about 10 shots a day...
Honestly, sniping more than 10 times a day is pointless anyway... Time for Jisu to break her long-range obsession and handle mid-range too.
I could max her strengths and turn her into a fixed turret, but with her learning martial arts like me via Dang Soso, she needed versatility. Smashing enemies who reached her after breaching her ultra-long-range barrages with flashy moves—that image warmed my smile.
Heh. Our little cutie-pie's growing up nicely.
Dang Soso was one thing, but how much could she really teach from a dick-meal like me? For a while, I'd have to train her personally.