Counseling
At any rate, after hearing the explanation of her ability—
So… now what?
Somin-ssi—no…
"U-um… while we're at it, let's drop the formal speech!"
"Ah, then Somin-ssi… I mean. Somin… ah?"
"I-I'm the noona here…!"
"Honestly, you don't really feel like a noona…"
"Th-that's so mean…"
Since there wasn't much of an age gap anyway, he settled on calling her Somin-noona and speaking casually.
In any case, when he asked her what she planned to do now, the answer that came back was…
"W-well, um, f-for now… want to eat first?"
Even a succubus was still Korean, apparently.
She went straight for food.
More precisely—
"I haven't been able to eat properly these past few days…"
It was simply that Somin-noona hadn't been eating well.
Taejin nodded as if to say he understood, then told her to wait a moment.
"I make a mean bowl of ramyeon."
At that, Somin nodded and flopped down onto the bed.
Honestly, she was in far too rough a state to be fully lucid.
A short while later, Taejin—having whipped up the ramyeon at lightning speed—called for her. She forced herself upright, changed clothes, and they sat down to eat together.
"W-wow, this is so gooood…"
She marveled as she ate the ramyeon he'd cooked, and Taejin watched her with a satisfied smile.
With years of living alone under his belt, of course he could handle a simple bowl of ramyeon.
Anyway, once the meal was finished—Taejin having polished off the broth by pouring it over rice—he rinsed the pot clean with water, then glanced toward the living room sofa.
"Mmmnh…"
Somin was out cold, collapsed as if she'd fainted.
She probably hadn't slept properly in days, her nerves wound tight the whole time.
Thinking as much, Taejin sat on the bed and studied Somin-noona as she slept.
Hmm. She's wearing baggy clothes, but that voluptuous figure still shows right through.
He couldn't help wondering why someone with a body like that never bothered to dress it up. Knowing everyone had their reasons, though, he didn't ask.
Well, that aside—
For some reason, looking at a sleeping person just makes me want to mess with them.
Thinking that, Taejin casually lifted the hem of the shirt Somin was wearing.
And then—maybe because she'd just eaten—he found a soft, full little belly and gave it a gentle poke.
Squish.
Mmm. That plump belly fat had a surprisingly nice feel to it.
He was just thinking the sensation might be addictive when—
"Mmh…?"
At the sound of her stirring, he yanked his hand back.
Apparently he'd been at it a little too long.
Dwelling on that uniquely soft touch, Taejin finished the dishes, tidied up the place in a rough pass, and headed out.
Before leaving, he didn't forget to leave a note and drape a blanket over Somin.
Sleep well, then.
Outside—
Ah. It's the middle of the night…
Not so much as a hint of sun—just the deep dark of late night.
Relying on the streetlights, Taejin headed back to the dorm where he normally lived.
If he wanted to make it to work tomorrow, he really needed to get back and sleep.
With steps that felt just a little lighter, he made his way toward the dorm.
A few days had passed since Somin's Succubus Transformation incident.
The next day, when Somin-ssi woke up, she'd thanked him.
Well, of course—on top of the cleaning and dishes, he'd even covered her with a blanket.
Taejin waved off the thanks and told her not to worry about it.
After all, he figured the cleaning was fair payment for secretly poking her belly fat.
In the days that followed, Taejin enjoyed a leisurely stretch of ordinary life.
With Cha Dohui back to her public activities, her travel time far outstripped her time at home, so the number of people flocking to the apartment had dropped off sharply.
Hanna-ssi's back on the job too.
Even Hanna-ssi, who'd been drained after her divorce, seemed to be putting herself through various training regimens to return to Hunter work.
With everyone who might have called on him gone, Taejin couldn't help but have time on his hands.
So he settled into a relaxed frame of mind and focused on his daily routine.
Of course, it would be a lie to say nothing was weighing on him in the meantime.
B-class Choi Garam's Residence
*Caution: Sexual Processing Duty is currently active for this job.
No, seriously. Why did she put in a request and then never contact me?
The person in question was Choi Garam—the one he'd nearly had sex with last time, only for her climax to soak her clothes so thoroughly they never managed to finish.
For some reason, the app had flagged that Sexual Processing Duty was available again afterward, so he'd accepted right away. But strangely, no contact had come through at all.
It left Taejin deeply curious about her condition, but there wasn't much he could do about it.
Calling her first would have been weird, wouldn't it?
So he prowled the galleries where her name came up from time to time, gathering what information he could. The result:
She's been on hiatus for a few days…
After that incident, her MeTube channel had kept updating, but for some reason she hadn't done a single live stream.
"Ugh… I really was too hasty back then, wasn't I…"
His knowledge of the app had still been thin. Maybe he'd left her with some kind of emotional scar.
Taejin sighed heavily at the thought.
And burying the sound of that sigh came the noise of a news broadcast.
Of course, to Taejin—living in the safest apartment complex in Seoul—it was a sound that barely registered at all.
Meanwhile, while Taejin was clutching his head and fretting—
"Th-this time, I'm going to pull it off for sure!"
Contrary to all of Taejin's worries, Garam's condition was excellent.
No—not just excellent.
This time, no repeating last time's mistake!
If anything, she was even more fired up—as if she wanted sex that badly.
To explain how she'd ended up in this state, we have to rewind a little.
After she'd climaxed so hard during foreplay that she'd kicked Taejin straight out—
"Uuuuugh!!"
Why did I even request that service?! Garam had regretted it bitterly.
After doing something that humiliating, of course those thoughts would come.
She'd barely managed her MeTube channel, let alone streams. Honestly, the shame had made her want to die more than once—but she'd gritted her teeth through it, clawing her mental state back over several days.
Then she got a chance to talk about what had happened with a close celebrity friend—more precisely, her streamer unnie, Sora.
Of course, she left out anything about the Sexual Processing Duty.
…No matter how you sliced it, admitting she'd requested a service because she thought she might never get to have sex was just too embarrassing.
So she framed it as having been deep in a situationship that nearly went all the way, and—
"Oh my god, really?!"
Sora practically leapt for joy and told Garam how wonderful that was.
Of course she would. To Sora, Garam was practically a little sister.
That kid had spent the past few years whining that she'd never even had a boyfriend—and now something had finally sparked? How could that not be good news?
"So who is he? That idol you met last time? Or some other influencer?"
"N-no. Just… a regular guy…"
"Heh heh."
Sensing it was probably a secret relationship, Sora let it slide, and Garam poured out her worries.
"What? You came just from his hands and soaked your clothes completely—pffhahaha!"
"I-I'm being serious here!"
Faced with her little sister's spicy dilemma—nearly ten years her junior—Sora simply couldn't hold back the laughter.
From Garam's perspective, of course, it was mortifying enough to die over.
Sora clutched her stomach and laughed for a while.
"Whew… ah, I laughed so hard my stomach hurts…"
"Ugh…"
"Alright, alright. I'll give you a proper counseling session."
Sora straightened up and asked Garam a question.
"So when that happened to you—how did it feel? Did it feel good?"
"…Y-yeah."
"Hmm… is that so?"
At the suddenly serious tone, Garam flushed with embarrassment—but she still made her feelings perfectly clear.
Seeing that, Sora launched into earnest feedback.
"You want to set the same kind of mood next time and go further, right?"
"I-if possible…?"
"Then from now on, you need to prepare thoroughly."
"Thoroughly…?"
Garam murmured the word, looking puzzled.
What was there to prepare so thoroughly for?
At that, Sora gripped her shoulders firmly.
—Clap.
"Listen carefully, Garam. If a guy does all the work and the woman does nothing, you lose him easily."
"I-is that how it works?"
"That's right. You think princes are just handed out for free? Absolutely not. Only a well-prepared young lady can snatch a prince for herself."
From there, Sora drilled into Garam exactly why a woman needed to put in more effort to seduce a man—along with the items and techniques for doing it.
"Y-you really want me to wear this?! I-it's completely see-through!!"
"This much will conquer any man."
The whole process was mortifying beyond words—but even before she was a close unnie, nothing Sora said was wrong.
Right. Even a prince goes to the one who comes prepared!
Having steeled herself, she spent the days that followed making all sorts of preparations for the perfect night.
If there was one minor problem—
What had started as a simple worry about graduating from virginity had somehow transformed into intensive technique training aimed at completely conquering Taejin.
And—
Guess there's no hope, huh?
Since she hadn't said a single word to the man himself, Taejin had half given up, convinced the whole thing was a lost cause.