Chapter 17
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Do You Perhaps Like Me?
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"Ugh...... Where...... am I......"
How much time had passed since I blacked out?
I forced my heavy eyelids open, fighting off the exhaustion.
".......Ah!..."
As my eyes fluttered open, the memory of what just happened with Seorin hit me like a truck.
"Was that...... a dream......?"
Not fully grasping the situation, I scanned my surroundings frantically.
"....."
It was the room where I worked, right in front of Seorin's cell.
I was sitting in the chair inside the room.
"What the hell? Was it really just a dream?"
I hurriedly checked every inch of my body.
I flipped my hands over, sniffed my own scent.
Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"Then......"
I glanced down at the most crucial spot—my pants.
For some reason, I could feel a dampness inside my underwear.
You slowly unzipped your pants and peered inside your underwear.
"Ugh...... Ack......"
The familiar scent of night-blooming flowers.
My underwear was completely soaked with my own semen.
"What the...... Did I have a wet dream? Do wet dreams usually make this much come out? I've never had one before......"
Staring at my underwear only made my head spin even more.
At this point, I couldn't tell if what happened with Seorin was a dream or reality.
The sticky underwear felt gross, but I had to assess the situation further, so I pulled them back up.
Then I stepped out to check on the women.
Ian and Yuseol were asleep in their beds.
Ian was snoring away, so she was definitely out.
-Step, step
I approached Seorin's iron bars.
Seorin seemed to be asleep too—the blanket on her bed was bulging in the shape of a body.
It covered her from toes to head.
'Seorin's asleep too...... So it really was just a dream......?'
A massive wave of regret crashed over me.
The thought that everything from moments ago was a dream felt devastating.
It was like that high school feeling when you finally mustered the courage to ask out the girl you liked, only to wake up and realize it was all a dream.
Of course, I wasn't even sure what feelings I had for Seorin right now.
But the regret was overwhelming anyway.
"Ha...... Is it because I haven't been relieving my urges lately? Dreaming shit like that."
Shoving the disappointment aside, I turned to head back to the room.
-Tap
-Tap
Something smacked my back.
-Tap
"What the......"
It was Seorin's chain.
Her chain was poking out from under the blanket on the bed.
"Seorin? You weren't asleep?"
I approached the bars again.
She must have hit me with the chain because she had something to say.
As I got close to the bars, she didn't make any other moves.
"Seorin?"
-Rustle
"Wha—what—whoa...!"
I jumped in shock.
The still figure carefully lifted the blanket, exposing her lower body.
Without a stitch of clothing on.
Of course, that wasn't the main reason I was stunned.
White fluid was leaking from her pussy.
She covered herself with the blanket again and withdrew the chain.
-Rustle
-Rustle
-Rustle
The chain repeatedly pointed between my lower body and Seorin's.
As if confirming that what happened was real.
I asked,
"I get that it wasn't a dream. But shouldn't you explain a bit about what just went down?"
Great that it was real.
But that was separate—I wanted to know why she initiated all that.
"You gonna keep hiding like that, Seorin? Just answer me."
"...."
"Yes?"
"Space Separation."
With her whisper, the surroundings fell silent.
This was the third time experiencing it.
I was getting used to it now.
The first time it made me dizzy and nauseous, but people adapt, and now it was manageable.
"So you separated space because you had something to say?"
"... Everything that happened today stays secret."
"You went that far just to say that...?"
"....."
The conversation wasn't flowing smoothly.
She had pulled the blanket up to her face, so I couldn't read her expression.
After much deliberation, I decided to ask the question I'd been mulling over.
"Seorin......"
"....."
"...Do you perhaps have feelings for me?"
I blurted it out.
I'd debated asking a dozen times over.
But after today, I had to know.
"....."
Time ticked by in stunned silence without a response from her.
"....."
"....."
"...Don't get the wrong idea...."
"Pardon?"
She spoke first.
"I just wanted to try sex myself. It had nothing to do with having feelings for you."
"Ah...."
"I'm a woman too, so of course my urges build up. Don't go thinking weird shit."
"Yeah...... Sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."
It was about what I expected.
She didn't seem like the type to catch feelings for anyone.
And with one of the few men in the country right in front of her, it made sense she'd think that way.
'Either way, she's still a criminal......'
I'd anticipated the answer, but it still left a bitter taste.
Like everything suddenly cooled off.
A hard-to-describe emotion welled up.
Shaking off the disappointment, I headed to the bathroom to change my underwear.
My name is Ian.
That infamous Ian.
Every time my name comes up in conversation, it's always tagged with 'that crazy bitch,' 'vicious slut,' 'pink-haired pervert.'
Standard modifiers.
Right now, I'm holed up on the underground 4th floor of Black Abyss Prison.
It's a special isolation room, but honestly, it feels like a studio apartment.
The bed's hard, the window's triple-barred with a mana barrier on top.
But as a model prisoner, this level of comfort is doable.
My trademark pink twintails.
I think they're pretty cute myself.
Though cutting them would be a hassle, and untying them even more so, so I just keep 'em like this.
Good thing I've been behaving.
Thanks to model prisoner status, I get to live decently in a room like this.
And get this—the guard assigned to me is a guy.
A full-on man.
Isn't that wild?
I'm a special protection subject, so he barely leaves home, lives off subsidies, and yet he's my handler.
At first, I felt this weird resentment and wanted to mess with him.
Men are always scamming women, so it sparked some needless hostility.
I figured my handler, Yuseohyeon, just picked the job for image control.
So I decided to toy with him.
Originally planned to use Space Separation and fuck him senseless...
But Park Seorin next door ruined it.
What the hell was her problem, interfering like that.
But lately, my thoughts about him have been shifting.
When he didn't report my attempted rape to the warden, I thought he was just scared of backlash, a total wuss.
But he's surprisingly kind.
Always checking my condition, making sure I eat well, chatting with a smile.
Nothing like those selfish, prickly other guys who hate losing out.
Maybe that's why.
Lately, I've been paying more attention to him.
Maybe because I've been watching closely...
Today, he seemed especially off.
No, not just him—Park Seorin next door had a weird vibe too.
They seemed fine yesterday...
But today, they avoid eye contact like the plague.
"Ha.... There's definitely something I don't know about......"
And the most nagging thing.
A strong aura from the guard's pants.
Yang energy? Pheromones? Can't pin it down, but it's this scent that draws me in.
Even more crucial: Park Seorin's lower half reeks of the same scent.
"There’s definitely...... something. But why are they acting so awkward......"
Curiosity kept building.
'Should I test the waters?'
A brilliant idea hit me, so I decided to go for it.
"Hey, Dumbo!"
That's what I call Yuseohyeon.
A cute nickname.
"Yes? What's up, Ian?"
"I'm too heavy—can you give me a lift?"
"Sure, what?"
Sexy probe operation, activated.
"My boobs are so heavy they're making me sweat... Hold 'em for me!"
"N-no... Wipe your sweat quick......"
Dumbo waves me off and backs away.
-Whoosh
-Smack
"Ow!"
It happened too fast to see.
Park Seorin's chain whipped out and slammed my chest hard.
"Hey, fuck, Park Seorin, what the hell?"
"What about you? Put some damn clothes on properly."
"You're not even dressed right—wanna fight?"
"If you're fighting, fight then, twintails."
"H-hey...... Stop it. Fighting again?"
Dumbo calms things down.
'Ugh...... That bitch Park Seorin...... Her reaction screams she's into him......'
I spent the rest of the day observing Dumbo and Park Seorin, but found nothing new.
Time rolled toward evening.
"Alright, good work today. I'm heading out!"
Dumbo's quitting time.
Still nothing figured out by the end.
"Whatever. They say knowing too much is bad anyway."
I was ready to let it go.
-Tap
-Tap
"Sigh...... Speak for yourself. Why keep smacking me with your chain? You got no mouth?"
"Got a question for you."
"What? Why not ask when Dumbo was here?"
"When can we check if you're pregnant......?"
"Why the hell are you asking that!!"