The Supporter in My Head

The translucent prompt flashed directly across Na Gaja's vision without warning.

He twitched, instinctively raising a hand to tap the screen before freezing midway.

...Wait. Think for a second.

Under ordinary circumstances, his gacha-addled brain would have slammed the confirmation button on pure reflex. But right now, he had literally just finished shooting his load. He was basking in the profound, icy clarity of post-nut calm.

Before the lustful haze could creep back over his mind, he swiftly scrutinized the floating interface. According to the foundational theory drilled into him at the Hunter Academy, these system windows were the fundamental building blocks of reality itself. The window did not merely describe the world; in a very real sense, it was the world. It might be cryptic, but it never lied.

Recalling the standard mechanics of system-type abilities, Na Gaja narrowed his eyes. If my ability manifests as a gacha game... hah, of course.

Tapping the small "Details" tab tucked into the corner of the prompt brought up an overview of its parameters. His gaze darted across the text, drinking in every detail.

Just as I thought. The core architecture is modeled strictly after mobile gacha mechanics. Above all, summons are treated as usable units. Which means there have to be other submenus.

Focusing his intent, he tested the neural link and willed an inventory screen to appear. An instant later, another interface slid into view.

Aside from the character roster, several other management tabs shimmered in his peripheral vision.

Affection Level gifts... I'll look into those later. Since she's listed as 'x1,' does that imply duplicate copies can be summoned? Shelve that for now, too. As for gathering gacha currency... that's not something I can solve this very second.

"Um... excuse me... are you deep in thought, my Creator?"

Na Gaja snapped out of his internal calculation and looked up. Before him knelt the exact likeness of the abominable woman who had tried to murder him—and simultaneously, the face of his own devoted summon. She seemed to have recovered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her stamina in no time flat.

"...Tell me. How exactly do you view me?"

It was a final confirmation of her allegiance. Reading the intent behind her master's sharp gaze, Kang Sook-hye straightened her posture and chose her words with absolute gravity.

"You are my Creator. If you order me to die, I will die. Whatever you command, I will do. I can do anything for you...!"

"You aren't trying to pull some cheap trick on me, are you?"

"O-Of course not, never~!"

I don't care what happens to me. In fact, a thing like 'me' has no value at all. He is my sole purpose. Ah... I feel like I could melt into nothing right now...

She did not attach a name to this overwhelming, lopsided devotion that bordered on warped maternal worship. Instead, thick, glistening fluid began to seep out.

Drip, trickle.

A sweet secretions trickled from both of her heavy, engorged nipples. Though her skill allowed her to secrete viscous fluids from any part of her flesh, she deliberately channeled it there. Cradling her massive breasts upward in both hands, she gazed up at him with suffocating affection.

"Are you perhaps... feeling thirsty, Creator?"

Na Gaja flinched, but his cock stirred with immediate interest. Reaching down, he grabbed one of her heavy mounds in a crushing grip.

"Ahhaang...♡"

A breathless whimper leaked past Kang Sook-hye's parted lips. Na Gaja lowered his mouth directly onto the swollen, darkened tip.

Slurp. Schluuuuurp...!

It tasted delightfully sweet and remarkably refreshing, flowing down his throat with zero resistance while tingling his senses with a strange, intoxicating buzz.

Ah, aaah! The Creator is... he's nursing from my breast...!

The sensation of the liquid being drawn out from deep within her mammary glands filled her with a satisfaction so intense it nearly brought tears to her eyes. Devotion, total submission, unconditional love—every fiber of her worship was bound into the act of feeding him. Even as her dripping cleft flooded the floor beneath her with slimy arousal, she focused every ounce of her concentration on refining the flavor of the milk pooling in her ducts.

When Na Gaja finally pulled his lips away with a wet pop, she couldn't help but look up with lingering regret.

"Damn. That could get addicting."

"W-Whenever you wish, my Lord...!"

Having quenched his thirst, Na Gaja leaned back and weighed several possibilities in his mind.

"...Is this radical shift in your attitude an automatic effect of my skill?"

That seemed the most logical explanation, but Kang Sook-hye shook her head earnestly.

"The core parameters of the skill engraved within me have not altered. This... is simply the personal transformation of the woman named Kang Sook-hye."

"Then how do you feel about your original self?"

At his question, a violent shudder wracked her frame. Bronze Vuletena—the woman who had existed just hours ago. The wretched creature who had dared to raise a blade against her master. Her Creator's mortal enemy.

"Someone like that deserves to die! In fact, please tear her to pieces...! That detestable cunt dared to lay a hand on my Creator! Go on, strangle my throat instead! Sever my arm! Torture me, trample me under your boots!"

Na Gaja jerked back slightly in sheer disbelief, but the underlying psychology clicked into place almost immediately.

This isn't simple mind control. It's absolute psychological conditioning.

"...Pfft, heh. Hehehe... hahahahahaha!"

A burst of uncontrollable laughter tore from his throat. The sheer hilarity of his newfound power was breathtaking. He had lost count of how many times he had laughed like a lunatic since the early morning hours, but he had no intention of downplaying an ability that kept peeling back layer after magnificent layer. Kang Sook-hye simply watched him roar with laughter, her expression tender and adoring, like a mother watching her grown child flourish.

Once his breathing leveled out, Na Gaja grinned darkly.

"Why the hell would I torture you? You're mine."

"!!!"

Those few words drove her straight over the edge. With a strangled cry, she climaxed on the spot, the viscous secretions erupting from her nipples like twin pressurized fountains. Because her innate skill was a body-reinforcement type, her physical biology reacted violently to emotional peaks.

"Kuku, look at you!"

Chuckle escaping him at the sight of her spurting breasts, Na Gaja caught her by the nape and pulled her close once more, roughly sinking his teeth into her sensitive nub.

"Hiiieeeh!"

Ignoring her breathless squeals, Na Gaja kneaded her plump flesh like an unhinged farmer milking a prized cow, guzzling down the torrent of sweet fluid and splashing the excess over his face to wash away the sweat.

"Phew~."

Wiping his chin, his throat cool and satisfied, he looked down at her with genuine appreciation. His first summon was proving to be a masterpiece.

"Tastes great. Is your original version's milk just like this?"

"Y-Yes... I sampled it once when I was younger, so I remember."

"Haha, is that so? Good to know. Hey, Ajumma."

"!"

Under normal circumstances, the mere mention of that middle-aged slur would have filled her with murderous rage. But hearing it from his lips produced nothing but a shiver of ecstatic delight.

"Y-Yes! I am your Ajumma!"

"The bitch next door. I'm going to ruin your original."

The original...

Other than her absolute allegiance to this one man, there was zero difference between her and the original Kang Sook-hye. The summoning skill had not implanted foreign memories or rewritten her fundamental personality; it had simply anchored an unshakeable loyalty to Na Gaja into her soul. Which meant her current hatred was the pure, unfiltered sentiment of Kang Sook-hye herself.

"Yes! That old hag...! Please destroy her completely!"

Her resolve was beyond question. And even though her original was his sworn target for vengeance, this copy was his own loyal unit. There was no harm in sharing operational details.

"...To be completely honest, my ability only manifested just a moment ago."

Kang Sook-hye clapped a hand over her mouth in shock.

"T-That can't be! But... if you had this power all along, you wouldn't have been cooped up next door... No, wait! I'm not questioning you, Creator! It's just that the stupid old hag's past self—!"

"Shut your trap if you're just going to blabber nonsense."

"I-I'm sorry...! Um, could there have been a hidden unlock condition? Yours is a Unique Skill, isn't it?"

"That's what I've been looking into, but I don't see any prerequisite conditions listed. And it's ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠not like I accomplished some grand feat today."

"The window simply refused ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠to appear until now...?"

"...Yeah. Ever since my awakening at the Academy, it's been radio silence. Then suddenly, out of nowhere, it popped up today."

Na Gaja pushed his semi-hard, cum-streaked cock toward her face, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Ugh, fuck. Stroke this for a second, will you? I can't concentrate with my head feeling this cluttered...!"

Kang Sook-hye clapped her hands in delight, immediately wrapping her soft, lubricated palms around his shaft and working him with rhythmic devotion. Using the wet, squelching sounds as soothing background noise, Na Gaja ran through every possibility in his mind.

Yet nothing made sense. He lacked the critical piece of the puzzle.

After a quiet, satisfying release into her palms, Kang Sook-hye paused, a thoughtful look crossing her features.

"Could it be... because your right arm was severed?"

"................What?"

It was undeniably the most drastic event that had occurred today, but Na Gaja lacked the foundational knowledge to turn that coincidence into a working theory.

"I recall hearing something back during my own days at the Academy. It was a vicious rumor circulating among the elite cliques—that if you inflict a specialized curse on someone during the exact moment of their awakening, the interference leaves behind zero detectable trace. That kind of malicious gossip."

"...Where did you hear that?"

"I-I only overheard it, I swear...! I caught the professors whispering about it back then... but it was dismissed as children's petty backstabbing..."

In truth, Kang Sook-hye herself had been one of the conspirators who ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠proposed that very tactic in her youth, though she wisely kept that detail buried in silence.

"...Someone cursed my arm? So even though my ability awakened, the interface remained suppressed... until today, when having my arm severed shattered the curse?"

Kang Sook-hye squinted her eyes, tilting her head in thought. "Of course, to pull that off, someone would have had to be standing right beside you when your skill manifested..."

"!!!!!!!!!"

A violent shockwave tore through Na Gaja's mind.

Back then, he had possessed not only an unprecedented Unique Skill, but also an unyielding mental fortitude that had earned him high praise. Before his awakening evaluation, he had been hailed as a generational prodigy destined to conquer the hunter industry.

And then, his awakening had been officially diagnosed as 'defective.' In a single afternoon, his entire life had been driven off a cliff.

All orchestrated by three specific women.

"Ha... heh. Kahahaha!"

A short, guttural laugh escaped his chest, dark and bottomless. He muttered under his breath, his eyes gleaming with lethal coldness. "So... in a twisted way, I was saved by that cuckolded hag next door?"

However, the woman currently kneeling between his thighs, identical in every feature to the woman next door, shook her head vehemently.

"Perish the thought. That wretched creature deserves only death."

"Hah, and what about you?"

"Whenever you desire it, my Lord. My life is yours."

She meant every syllable. If her demise ever arrived, it would only be right that it served her Creator's absolute will. Yet, as she pondered the matter, she realized that harboring lingering resentment toward his own summon would only inconvenience her master.

"Still... if I may suggest something, Creator. Why not heap all the blame and punishment upon that bitch, while bestowing all your gratitude upon me, your faithful servant?"

"!"

Her voice was eerily calm, smooth, and composed. It was an entirely genuine, practical recommendation.

"........Hah."

Na Gaja didn't laugh this time. Instead, a slow, predatory grin spread across his face as he nodded.

"Fine by me. We'll start with your original. She'll make an exceptional tutorial boss."

"Fufu~♪"

The following morning, Na Gaja sat in a private treatment room at the reattachment clinic, admiring his restored right arm.

"How does the sensation feel?" the doctor asked, adjusting his spectacles.

Na Gaja clenched his right fist tightly, rolling his wrist and flexing his fingers in a slow wave. His fine motor control was still slightly clumsy, and the nerve feedback felt somewhat dull. Yet the fact that he could register such delicate sensations proved the microsurgical reattachment had been an absolute success.

'Congratulations~ Creator~,' a sing-song voice whispered intimately inside his skull.

Na Gaja let the corner of his mouth curl upward at the telepathic cheer.

Misinterpreting his smirk as pure relief at regaining his limb, the physician nodded with a weary, sympathetic sigh. "Look, this is just off-the-record advice from an old man, but... keep your distance from that woman next door. You never know when someone like that might snap again."

"......Haha. Thank you for the advice, Doctor."

Offering a polite, deferential bow, Na Gaja stepped out of the examination room and headed toward the ground-floor exit.

Just as he pushed through the glass doors of the lobby, a sickeningly familiar voice drifted into his ears.

"Oh my goodness. Gaja-ssi~!"

Within the depths of Na Gaja's consciousness, the clone Kang Sook-hye let out a venomous, delighted giggle.

There she was. Her other self.

"How are you feeling~? Is your arm all right~?"

Approaching him with an exaggerated look of neighborhood concern, her voluptuous figure swaying beneath her tight-fitting attire, stood the original Bronze Vuletena.