Separated by a Wall
He had just been about to start drafting his plan with the wall between them when it happened.
"Please wait just a moment, Creator."
Kang Sook-hye, still seated between his legs, turned her head back to look up at him.
"?"
Nagaza tilted his head. How dare you interrupt me. That sentiment wasn't entirely absent, but what truly puzzled him was that interrupting him was possible at all.
As far as Nagaza understood it, the summon who'd been so confused had learned her place after a single round of ass-fucking.
"...Right now, in my Support Slot state, I can't exactly feel the Creator's heart, but I can still tell what you're thinking. Still, let me inform you of something first."
Kang Sook-hye raised both index fingers, pointing at her clothes and her hair in turn.
"First, about my memories and outfit... in other words, the point in time when I was copied."
"The point in time?"
"Yes. The moment I was executing the plan to kill you, Creator. That's the extent of my memory — exactly up to that point."
"......Hearing that again just pisses me off."
Nagaza drove his heel hard into the space between Kang Sook-hye's legs.
"Uuh...! I'm so happy I get to help the Creator vent his angerrr...!"
"Hah-hah!"
"B-back to the main point, oooh. I suspect that's the moment I was registered in the Creator's Real Person Gacha."
"Makes sense. Apparently registration requires physical contact with the target and personally experiencing their skill."
"Yes. But here's the important part — I only know about the plan to kill you. I have no memory of promising to pay your hospital bills in exchange for borrowing your apartment."
".......So what you're saying is..."
"Yeees. It's impossible to know in detail exactly who she promised that payment to."
"...Tch. This just got a little more annoying."
Since this is revenge — since I'm making her serve out a two-year sentence — the last thing I want is to come out on the losing end of it.
"I don't want to kill her, and I don't want a single thing to come back and bite me. What I want is to show her hell. To drag her — to drag you — into the exact situation she'd hate most."
Kang Sook-hye felt goosebumps rise on her skin. For an instant, she felt that power from yesterday again.
"Hah... hah...! Yeees. But the situation I would have hated most is the situation I'm in now. For me, the only true hell is a world where the Creator's will goes unfulfilled~."
Nagaza tried to smile at his summon's deeply satisfying answer.
But at that very moment.
"....Oh, you fucking have got to be kidding me."
"!? Creator...!? Is something urgent the matter!?"
Kang Sook-hye scrambled to her feet, looking around in complete bewilderment.
"That's right...! Thank god I made it today. I skipped one day, but I'm still fine. And!!! Three of my games start new pickups TODAY!!!"
Nagaza rose from his seat. Kang Sook-hye was deeply moved by the sight. She was genuinely grateful for her role as one who serves.
She followed behind Nagaza as he strode off with purpose.
Thud, thud. The resolve packed into each of those steps was something she could never hope to comprehend.
And so Nagaza arrived at his computer.
"*Gulp*...!"
While Kang Sook-hye swallowed hard, he powered the computer on.
And then...!
He opened five mobile games at once and began hammering through attendance checks and daily quests with divinely inspired efficiency.
"....Eh?"
"Fucking hell, thank god I got here today. I broke one streak, but it's still fine. And!!! THREE of my games start new pickups TODAY!!!"
Nagaza went berserk. His hands moved at inhuman speed. He mined resources, cleared events, and stockpiled currency. This was not human skill.
In fact, it had originally been six games. Some promise he'd made to himself not long ago was the reason one of them stayed unopened.
"LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GO LET'S GOOOOO!!!!!!"
A dopamine addict gone insane. That was another name for Nagaza, the raving onahole addict.
Kang Sook-hye's expression darkened. Neighborly noise pollution — the bane of her life. She'd just discovered one of its causes.
But at the same time, she analyzed.
"Hmm... As I suspected, the negative emotions themselves aren't being touched. It feels more like the conviction that 'these dailies absolutely must be done' sits unmoving at the very top of his mind, y'know~?"
The Creator was not someone whose story would end with her. She was only a 4-star. One day she would be fully pushed out of the roster, her name never to appear in the party formation again.
It's sad, but there's nothing to be done. What matters is the Creator's will, not me.
That was what she told herself.
'...Hohoh. If I were still my original self, this is a thought I never could have admitted to~.'
She felt her transformation anew. Her greatest source of pain had been laid completely bare, and something new filled the space it left behind.
"COME ON YOU FUUUUCKING piece of shit! Drop! DROP, you bastard!!!!!!"
"......Hohoh."
Since the Creator seems rather impulsive in his everyday state... perhaps I should use myself as an experimental subject in advance, and study the Creator's 'character.' It seems I'll need to keep conditioning him going forward, after all~.'
Nagaza proceeded with his gacha show, while Kang Sook-hye began doing housework in the home of the perverted shut-in next door whom she had so utterly despised.
The overall structure of the house was the same, but the interior was completely different.
Next came cooking.
Then, torturing herself while documenting the psychology behind it.
Then, since the Creator showed her porn on the TV, she began studying such vulgar words as "cock," "fuck," and the like.
After all, what the Creator wanted from her couldn't be a mere plaything. Vuletena. He would want to see the complete breakdown of the woman who had tried to kill him...!
Every one of those hours spent devoting herself to her Creator filled Kang Sook-hye with a profound sense of fulfillment.
And so time passed, and evening came.
Two married people returned to Kang Sook-hye's home.
"Thank you for picking me up, honey~."
"Don't mention it. This is nothing at all for my darling."
"Fufu~."
The couple who had returned home kissed as they always did. One was of an exquisitely Eastern, cute appearance; the other was blonde with the square frame of a Westerner.
His name was Bronze Gunner. The husband of Bronze Vuletena.
His face was decent enough, but his abilities as a Hunter were nothing special. Forget freelancing — he'd joined a hunter guild only to spend his days shuffling paperwork that had absolutely nothing to do with his own skill.
Among the Awakened, he was decidedly a man of low standing.
And yet Vuletena had chosen him as her spouse, taking Bronze as her own surname.
The reason was simple.
"It's been a long day, hasn't it...? I'll do the dishes again tonight."
"Thank you, honey~. Love you."
One laugh, one word. He was a good man who smiled and said that was all he needed, then started washing dishes right there in his suit.
'Fufu. My stupid, loyal little puppy. So cute. Truly.'
Bronze Vuletena went straight to the bathroom, then into her own room. The sound of running water from the kitchen was of no concern to her whatsoever.
To her, a husband was a servant who would do anything so long as she put on well-crafted aegyo and a sad little act.
Ordinarily she would have shut her bedroom door and enjoyed some mobile shopping, but today she wasn't in the mood.
".......Fucking trash..."
The pathetic, beaten, perverted shut-in loser youth who lived right next door. Rage toward him filled her to the brim.
'Ajumma? Is she out of her goddamn mind. Who is she calling...!!'
She had never been a violent person by nature, so in that moment she hadn't been able to lash out on impulse. But the more time passed and the more she understood the situation, the deeper the murderous intent bloomed inside her.
"...Darling. Are you all right?"
Gunner, having finished the dishes, called to her from the doorway in his somewhat clumsy Korean. At his voice, Bronze Vuletena flinched and shuddered. Slowly, deliberately, she rose, sweeping her hand down her body as if to emphasize every curve.
".....Hhk...!"
She burst into tears at precisely the perfect moment, as if she had rehearsed it. In truth, she had.
Unlike usual, she had left the door open, lying on her side so her face wasn't immediately visible from the doorway.
"D-darling...!"
Gunner rushed over and gathered Vuletena into his arms.
"H-hhk... I'm sorry, honey.... I tried so hard not to cry...!"
The tearful performance of this soft-eyed woman was truly flawless. A sweet, gentle married woman had suffered something terrible. Even the mild-mannered Gunner felt his chest tighten at the thought.
"I'll kill that motherfucker...!"
He turned away in fury. Vuletena hastily seized his arm.
"W-wait...!"
She waved her head back and forth, playing the part of someone too distraught to form words. Gunner found his wife's goodness at once admirable and heartbreaking.
A drama unfolded in the home of a couple in their tenth year of marriage. A wife who had suffered tragedy but wanted no violence, and a husband whose resolve only hardened with each refusal. The screenplay, the direction — and even the lead role — all belonged to Vuletena.
'Yes, yes. That's it. Just like that.'
An hour passed, and the mood ripened. The two of them decided to make love earlier than usual.
"I will... I will protect you...! I'll kill that bastard for you!"
"Yes... I only believe you, honey..."
Their burning gazes crossed. Vuletena's feelings weren't entirely a lie, either.
'Get angrier. More...! Love me more, hate him more. How amusing, that you move exactly as I will you to. So cute it makes me love you...!'
Only the direction of it was twisted.
"...Shall I put it in...?"
"Yes... come inside~!"
On the surface, an ideal, tender love. In reality, it was maintained entirely by one side's control.
And at that same moment, beyond the thin wall.
"Fuck...! Fuck...! FUUUUCK!!!"
"Heuk, heuk! Huuk!"
Nagaza was rutting Bronze Vuletena — the woman who now called herself nothing more than Kang Sook-hye.
"You son of a BITCH!!! How the hell can you lose all five at once!!!!!"
With one hand gripping the back of her head and the other her arm, he had her bent over the computer desk, taking her from behind.
"Heuk! Heuk! Heuk!"
It was merciless. This wasn't a matter of consideration toward a woman — he simply possessed no capacity whatsoever to regulate his strength toward a human being.
"Huaaaaah!!!!"
His long, thick cock speared straight through Kang Sook-hye's body. Her voluptuous frame shook violently from the impact.
But unlike before, she didn't flail around like a broken puppet gone loose. Clamping both hands firmly onto the desk, she threw every ounce of herself into bracing to receive the oncoming pain.
"Heul! Heung...! Heung...!!!"
Slowly, pleasure began to seep into her moans of agony.
'Aah! So good! This is so good! The good feels good, but the pain feels good too~! This is cheating. This is such a cheat code~!'
"I lost half my life to this gachaaa~!!"
"Don't give me that shit! My whole life is a loss!!!! You piece of shit, I swear to god I'd sell my soul for one ceiling!!!!"
Nagaza's hand slipped off her arm and seized the breast of Kang Sook-hye as it swayed with gravity.
"Hueo... Eh?!"
Even for her, this was a first. Without thinking, she almost asked him to wait.
But she was too late. Nagaza had grabbed it with everything he had.
"Hukkyah!!!"
Despite the piercing shriek that rang out, Nagaza grabbed her other breast as well. Holding those two tits like handles, he kept pounding away from behind.
He truly wasn't treating her as a human being. Of course, in actual fact, she wasn't one.
At that moment, beyond the wall.
Vuletena pressed a button, and the home control system automatically shifted the lighting to mood lamps. At the same time, a soft background melody began to play, covering the silence.
"Hahh... darling...!"
"Mmm... honey~."
Tender caresses followed. Gunner's hand stroked the ample breasts of Vuletena.
His fingers traced a spiral toward her nipple. He caressed the small peak as one might admire a work of art.
He confessed his love. He showed her affection. Vuletena climaxed at the way he gazed at her, at the worth of herself that his eyes proved with every look.
"Touch me... honey...!"
Gunner lent his strength to her words. Of course, by "strength" he meant things of a delicate nature — like 'shouting softly,' or 'threading a needle.'
"I... am... going now...!"
"Yes...! Come in!"
His movements quickened. And yet, far from the sound of flesh slapping flesh, the sensation was barely that of him sliding smoothly against the inside of her cunt.
"Ah.. Aahn...!"
Vuletena let out exaggerated moans.
And still, the two of them were, unmistakably, reaching their peak.