Chapter 184
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 184
Chapter Title: Shy Movie Theater Date
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It was a thoroughly satisfying experiment.
I absorbed all four S-grade and six A-grade magic stones that were Lee Hae-an's legacy.
I had no intention of selling them anyway, nor did I plan to inject them into the women separately, so I went ahead and absorbed them, stockpiling them neatly in one place.
Stashing them in my subspace and pulling them out only when needed seemed like the safest bet, but who knew when I'd next dive into an SS-grade dungeon? And even if I did, pulling them out right then to absorb the mana and use skills would be a hassle.
With Sperm Targeting, I could control them precisely, so it made sense to store them somewhere I could always access easily—while also taking care of P points as a bonus by absorbing them on the fly.
"Feels solid."
P had jumped by nearly 1,300, and even though my subspace S-grade stones were down to two, my balls felt sturdier than ever, boosting my confidence as a man.
I could blast out B-grade mana freely, and whenever my wives did something cute, I could casually hit them with A-grade or even S-grade on a whim, thinking, Nah, just a vibe!
It was unthinkable back when I didn't have Sperm Targeting, but now that it was level 2, this was possible.
Of course, I didn't report this to Kim Gap-su.
There was no obligation to, and spilling this would make no one believe my lie about being a regular guy anymore.
Keeping it under wraps and whipping it out at a key moment could create even more dramatic scenes.
"Where you off to?"
"On a date."
After lounging around the house just right, I got ready for a rare daytime outing and headed out.
Kang Hana even asked how long it had been since I last did something like this.
I'd showered, shaved, and washed my hair—putting in some real effort.
"...And you're heading out like that? Go buy some clothes. It's rude to Hyeji and Sua-unnie."
"You buy some and leave them out for me."
I brushed off her nagging and called a taxi, stepping out the door.
The bustling streets full of people.
Walking among regular folks instead of hunters felt like ages ago, and dating in a busy district like this? Come to think of it, it was my first time ever.
The noisy sounds.
The heat from the throng of people.
Stepping into the meeting spot amid it all, I spotted a woman in a light brown sweater on the second floor of a somewhat quieter café, tucked in the corner—her back to me.
Long, straight black hair cascading down.
Flesh-colored stockings peeking from under her tennis skirt.
A thick puffer jacket beside her to ward off the cold.
She sat facing the wall, oblivious to my arrival, so I slid into the seat next to her and slipped my hand around her waist, pulling her close.
"...! Oppa!!"
The thick sweater dulled the sensation at first—she hadn't noticed me coming—until the pull on her waist made her drop the coffee she'd been sipping, whipping her head around in surprise. Im Hyeji's face lit up with a beaming smile the instant she saw me, throwing herself into my arms.
The café was quiet, and though less crowded than downstairs, no one paid much mind to our little corner reaction.
Even if they'd seen, it was just our backs, so few would guess it was Im Hyeji and me.
Unless it was someone like Lee Sua, people rarely recognized Im Hyeji on the street.
Even with her massive SNS following, the photos posted online had a bit of disconnect from real life, making it hard to spot her easily.
Of course, at her level, even unfiltered pics got rave reviews, and she was doing a few big cosmetic ads lately, so recognition was possible.
But with her mask on and a wide-brim hat, we should be fine—no hassle.
"Hyeji, that's your getup? No mask at least?"
"Hehe, you never know. It might bother you. Me popping up could mess with your flirty concept with Sua-unnie lately."
"It's not a concept..."
"..."
Teasing Im Hyeji, who grinned back sweetly, was endlessly fun.
Her reactions were instant—pouting lips and slurping coffee, cute enough to pinch her cheeks.
"Keep that up, and I'll start a YouTube channel. Make your life hell twice over."
"Sounds good? Go with the obsessed girlfriend vibe for you. Sua's the 'will-they-won't-they confusing guy-friend' type. Throw in Kang Hana—are those sisters for real?—and ride that risky edge, juggling three spots. What do ya think?"
"...So I'm still the main one, right?"
I dodged her sly probe by averting my eyes and ordering coffee.
"Whatever happened to the Im Hyeji who preached strict business-only and hated showering together? Now here's the chief wife advocate."
"Ah, oppa!! That's ancient history!! I'm all about you now. W-we even showered together."
She yelped, then quickly hushed her voice to a whisper, her face flushing red.
Im Hyeji hadn't changed.
Well, her attitude toward me had shifted, but her core self? Unlikely.
Back when pheromones forced her pregnancy, and she used sex with me just to level up Resurrection out of ambition.
Those shy, reluctant actions mixed with aversion? That was her real taste, her nature—even showering together embarrassed her.
Her being so forward now wasn't some personality flip; it meant her addiction to hunter power—and my dick—had deepened that much.
So glimpses of her shyness were bound to pop out.
And that's what made it great.
"That's right. You've changed a ton for me, Hyeji. You do whatever I ask. Right?"
Nod, nod.
I slipped in this gaslighting whenever the chance arose, savoring her cuteness.
A wife seven years younger, doing everything for me.
What line boosts a man's ego more?
Bzzz.
"I'll grab it!!"
The coffee-ready buzzer went off, and Im Hyeji quickly masked up, dashed down, and brought it back.
Just a plain café date, but it wasn't half bad.
Sitting in the corner avoided prying eyes from the second-floor view, so no window-gazing, but chatting about this and that passed the time nicely.
Especially her reactions—a woman who genuinely liked me—made time fly in a way I'd never felt before.
"For real?? Hana did? What a shame. An S-grade gear artifact, and I could've pulled off some killer aegyo!! But it's fine. Your choice, oppa."
She giggled and hung on every word, even mundane daily stuff.
Tales of other women might annoy some, but Im Hyeji listened intently—maybe sizing up rivals, or just hating to miss out on the drama—reacting to each bit.
"So Hana said it'd be good to try with you sometime too."
"...Ugh... Liar. I can ask her later?"
"Go ahead. But you said yes too, so no teaming up and backing out."
"Hing..."
Even these naughty chats in a public café—voice low enough not to carry—lacked any discomfort or hesitation from her, which only made my dick twitch harder.
This is alpha male life.
You bastards.
A surge of anger hit me.
Handsome faces and one trusty dick, flaunting in broad daylight crowded cafés: I'm toying with hot girls you can't touch!—drowning in dopamine.
I'd been so naive.
Awakened, knocking up beauties, reveling in filthy sex while living my shut-in otaku life? I thought that was peak joy.
Otaku life sucks without skills, cash, or looks—but I had hot women, fat stacks, and powers stacking up.
Yet this topped it.
The thrill with pretty girls wasn't just conquest from ruining their faces or devouring those perfectly tended tits and pussies others never see.
There was pure pleasure in this ordinary flaunting—stuff everyone does, but can't.
"Oppa. Let's go. Eat and catch a movie."
After chit-chat, pointless window-shopping through the district, and a delicious restaurant meal, night fell dusky.
We hit the theater.
9:59 PM showing.
The late-night-ish cinema, a bit off the main strip, wasn't packed.
Especially the one Im Hyeji booked: bed cinema, only eight bed-seats total.
Middle spot.
Best view—lying back, the plush mattress cradled me luxuriously.
"O."
Curtains up, the movie rolled.
Hottest flick right now, but even at night, we had the place to ourselves.
"Too pricey, so empty?"
I shrugged it off, eyes glued to the intriguing opener.
Then Im Hyeji snuggled into my arms under the blanket.
"I booked the whole screening."
"...Huh?"
As she nestled closer, our blankets overlapping, a small, soft hand slipped slyly into my clothes.