Chapter 53
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 53
Chapter Title: Please Hug Me
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I opened the door, and there was a face I hadn't expected at all.
Or had I?
We'd just been talking about Lee Soo-ah a moment ago.
"Huh?"
"Sister?!"
She stood there utterly drained, barely holding herself up on wobbly legs—anyone could see she was worn out from morning sickness.
I'd already seen it through Im Hyeji, and Hyeji seemed to recall standing in front of my place feeling the exact same way. She hurried over to support her.
"Morning sickness, huh? You okay, sister?"
"Ugh... I feel like I'm dying..."
A man who looked like her manager stood beside her.
I turned to him.
"Wait in the building up ahead or outside the dungeon. It's dangerous here."
"...I can't do that."
"Go wait outside, oppa... I'll be fine..."
The manager eyed me warily, then spotted Im Hyeji inside and reluctantly stepped away at Soo-ah's urging.
I closed the door and laid Lee Soo-ah down next to my mattress.
"Told you it'd be rough."
"...I didn't think it'd be this bad..."
Lee Soo-ah managed a weak smile.
Yeah, everyone probably thinks the same at first.
No one's experienced pregnancy or morning sickness before.
Even regular morning sickness varies wildly among pregnant women—some get it bad, others breeze through without a hitch.
"I tried nausea meds... but they didn't help at all."
"...You think those would work? That's not the kind of nausea pills fix."
According to Hyeji's description, it felt like mana was the culprit.
Something clogged up in her chest, making it stuffy, like she just wanted it cleared out.
Mana churning and roiling, killing her appetite, making her dizzy.
No way ordinary pregnancy meds would touch that.
"It'll get better if you stay next to oppa, sister."
Hyeji shared from experience.
She knew what came next, too, so her cheeks flushed as she glanced at me.
"Um... should I step out for a bit, oppa?"
"Why? Nah, it's fine."
"Still... she can't just crash here..."
"Nope. I've used up today's semen quota."
"...Ah!"
"...! So this nausea... I have to keep dealing with it?"
Lee Soo-ah, who'd been listening in, asked in surprise.
Even so, just a few minutes near me and she already looked way better than when she arrived.
No wonder Hyeji rushed back so fast.
I gave her the quick rundown.
"The nausea eases up when you're near me. But you can't stick by me 24/7 for daily life, so you'll need to take my semen. One way or another."
No point mincing words now that she's pregnant anyway.
I'm the one in charge here.
She walked right into my semen addiction trap on her own two feet.
I poked at her lips and lower belly, and her face turned red.
She must've figured as much.
She didn't come here expecting me to prescribe some special meds or anything.
"But Hyeji took all my load today, so I can't hook you up right now."
"...Sorry, sister... I didn't know..."
"Gotta sleep eight hours to recharge, so either head out and come back tomorrow, or crash here and grab some in the morning. Probably lasts 24 hours? Vaginal might stretch to 48. With Hyeji, it held a bit longer than 24."
Lee Soo-ah pondered her two options briefly.
Or not—it wasn't much of a choice.
"I'll crash here. Don't wanna feel that pain again."
"...You sure? Wait, how'd you even get in?"
Once she decided, the sheer absurdity of the situation hit me.
Why hadn't I suggested she get pregnant before heading to Hwaseong?
Hwaseong isn't some neighborhood amusement park you can just stroll into.
It's an open dungeon formed from an S-rank backflow. Anyone can walk in, sure, but it's restricted—no entry for civilians, CCTV everywhere.
You could sneak in if you tried hard enough given the size, but aside from suicides, normals are kept out cold.
And right now, with the reclamation raid underway? Even tighter security.
No matter how famous Lee Soo-ah is, how'd she pull this off?
"Told Hyeji I had 11th anniversary concert tickets for her and slipped in."
"...At this timing?"
"Plus, said I was hurting bad like her, came for meds from my little sis nearby? They let me through."
"..."
"..."
Hyeji and I could only tut at the laughably lax security.
Makes sense, though.
It's Lee Soo-ah.
Who in Korea doesn't know her?
When she wants in.
Especially claiming a quick stop for meds from a sick dongsaeng acquaintance, not dungeon sightseeing.
How many could refuse frail little Lee Soo-ah's plea?
Above all, she was thorough.
"Asked a favor from Semi sister. Came in with Semi Guild staff. Safe and sound."
"..."
Even sick, she's still a pro idol.
Thought up excuses, ways to avoid suspicion, even handled her own safety.
No need for me to complain.
If she's trekking here on her own to this dangerous spot, it proves the nausea was as brutal for her as for Hyeji—and that she needs me.
"Alrighty. Settled, then. Sleep fi—"
Grrrrumble.
She'd come faster than expected, but I figured she might anyway.
Whatever, we could handle semen and stuff after waking up. I was about to say let's sleep when—
thunder rumbled from beside me.
In the dim light, Lee Soo-ah grinned sheepishly.
"...Haven't eaten a thing, but being here somehow makes me hungry..."
Her smile was beautiful.
Slightly dimpled cheeks, eyes curving into half-moons.
Even lying sideways, her face stayed flawless.
Grrrrrrumble.
I got up.
Pulled out a burner, pot, and ramen from my inventory.
"Whoa! Nothing beats midnight ramen!"
"You scarfed all that meat earlier, and this is what you say at midnight?"
"Heehee. Can't you make some for me too?"
I grabbed extras, watching Hyeji squat excitedly by the burner.
Water on, waiting for the boil. Suddenly, Lee Soo-ah—who'd been lying far off watching—bolted up and threw herself at my back, clinging tight.
"Whoa... ah... even a little distance does this?"
"Yeah, sister. Gotta stay as close as possible."
"Ugh... just a bit longer... almost lost it again..."
Her soft chest pressed into my back.
Must've been one hell of an awful experience.
She'd kept her distance on the mattress earlier when lying down.
"So warm..."
People do get weird when they're sick—Hyeji and now Soo-ah both seemed more open, unguarded during the nausea.
The same Lee Soo-ah who'd once demanded straight-up emotionless sex was now hugging me and calling it warm.
Not that it was anything misleading—just pure relief from the pain.
But these moments stack up. Even without pheromones—or despite preferring semen—she ends up coquettish, begging for ramen, groping me first like Hyeji. I'd seen it happen, and it satisfied me.
Bubble bubble.
Water boiled quick.
Dumped in the spice, noodles, cooked al dente, divvied into bowls.
"Thanks for the food!!"
"Eh? Oppa too?"
"Gotta eat big to keep my build."
Ramen with kimchi on top.
Lee Soo-ah's face went fully relaxed once her belly was full.
Growing drowsy, she tugged me toward the mattress.
This time, she snuggled right up beside my lying form, bodies flush.
Her hair's fragrance tickled my nose.
Sweet.
A different sweetness from Hyeji's, mingling with her scent to tease my nostrils.
I stretched out an arm as a pillow. She casually draped hers over my waist, nestling into my chest.
Pulled the blanket over, huddled close to fend off the chill, arms gathered to maximize contact.
"Mmm... feels good. So cozy."
Blissful expression.
You might think she'd shed her aversion to me quicker than expected, but her serene face told a different story.
No thoughts at all.
Because there were no emotions, because liberation from pain felt that good, she could approach without hesitation, hug freely.
Maybe it was all just acting.
Like on a drama or movie set—no shyness kissing or clinging to a male co-star.
To Lee Soo-ah, I was just a tool.
Hyeji had been similar at first, but she'd cracked faster—emotions harder to control than Soo-ah's.
Soo-ah excelled at it, so she treated this like medical treatment, no agonies between feelings and pain.
Didn't sit right with me.
How to torment her proper?
"...Hm...?"
I turned her body as she drowsed in my arms.
From facing me to showing her back.
Half-asleep, she flipped easily, then sighed happily as my arm wrapped around top to bottom. She grabbed my warm hand, rubbing her cheek against it.
But my business wasn't with her cheek.
Slide.
Hand coated in pheromones, I slipped it under her top from her belly, shoving her bra up and grasping the soft breast.