Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Ordinary Date-6
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“Looks like a variable has popped up.”
The subordinate reported. Nafre furrowed her brow.
“Details.”
“Lee Ha-seon and Lee Seong-ha aren't moving. On the train... it seems like they're trying to clean something up.”
“Spilled some coffee or something?”
“It's not registering properly. For now, no observation of the two boarding the train with anything.”
“Hmm.”
Nafre gazed at the two captured on the footage.
There was no sense of incongruity whatsoever. Just the sight of them desperately wiping something away.
“Hold on...”
She focused her mind.
Senses have limits. There are things invisible to the eye.
Perception control. But with Lee Ha-seon right there, it didn't seem like anything dangerous would erupt.
If something capable of breaching Humanity's Shield's surveillance network was happening, they wouldn't try using it in a place where Lee Ha-seon was present, at least.
'If not, then it's Lee Ha-seon herself.'
Lee Ha-seon had no ability to manipulate people's perceptions. More precisely, she hadn't had one until recently.
That left only one answer.
“Hmm.”
Nafre briefly shifted her perception. Assuming—no, convinced of something, she began reviewing the footage.
“Got it.”
“Pardon? I still don't see anything.”
“The two of them had sex. They're wiping up the spilled semen and fluids with tissue.”
“No way... ah, wait?”
The subordinate checked as well. Only then did it become visible.
Lee Ha-seon's disheveled attire, and the two desperately trying to clean up the traces of sex.
“How did this happen?”
“Lee Ha-seon's penalty.”
The penalty that prevented those around her from stopping or reporting it when she was molested or violated.
On top of that, another penalty blocking others from even perceiving the situation.
“Didn't realize it controlled the 'traces' too.”
“So in that situation... they did it?”
“Looks like Seong-ha couldn't hold back. Well, holding out this long is impressive enough.”
Seong-ha didn't know it, but Nafre harbored a faint guilt toward him. Very faint.
She had the authority to turn other women into sex slaves and violate them at will, but conversely, penalties imposed by other women were messing with that man's brain left and right.
Even if one could overcome it to some extent with mental fortitude and will, there were limits. In the end, he was doomed to become a sexual harasser, molester, or rapist.
At least it was fortunate that those desires wouldn't vent on anyone but sex slaves. Still, no one would welcome their brain being scrambled by sudden surges of lust.
“Send a message. We'll handle the cleanup, so they can proceed with the plan as is.”
“Understood!”
Nafre gave a faint smile.
'This much, huh...'
Lee Seong-ha demanded nothing. That was undoubtedly a great situation for Humanity's Shield.
Worst case, if he said, “I want to be king of the world,” they'd have to make it happen somehow. That would consume vast resources.
Humanity's Shield held an overwhelming advantage over villains thanks to their moral assets. The moment they abandoned that, they'd lose their differentiation from other villain groups. Fighting in the same ring would require sacrificing countless things.
Still, she hadn't expected him to have so few desires.
She figured he'd make political demands, request a massive mansion, or order women handed over. Those would actually have been more comfortable.
People can't endure forever. Especially someone who could impose his desires on others using Lee Ha-seon as a weapon at any time.
Figuring out exactly what desires that person harbored and what orders he'd give was crucial enough to sway the fate of the world. That's why she wanted him to desire something.
More precisely, she wanted to know what would happen when he lost his patience.
'But...'
Watching Seong-ha desperately pull tissues and wet wipes from his bag to scrub the floor, Nafre let out a hollow chuckle.
'He really seems like an ordinary guy.'
Even if he left the scene now, no one could blame him. They wouldn't even notice that this semen and fluids came from sex between Lee Seong-ha and Lee Ha-seon.
That man knew it too. He'd enjoyed intense sex with Lee Ha-seon, yet no one felt any incongruity about their actions.
And yet, he cleaned it up. Utterly reasonable and moral.
He had the social norm of cleaning up what he messed and the empathy to realize someone else would be troubled doing it.
Lee Seong-ha belonged to the group of “ordinary citizens,” not “powerful figures who could sway the world.” Whether true or not, that's how he saw himself.
'That's a relief.'
Nafre smiled faintly.
Wishing the two happiness.
“Sorry...”
I couldn't even lift my face.
“It's fine! I enjoyed it too!”
Lee Ha-seon patted my back.
“It wasn't something you could've held back from anyway. If it was, would I be acting like this?”
“But Ha-seon, you're holding up fine.”
“That's only possible because it's me. I'm actually impressed with you. If I gave you half my mental traits, you could really become a saint.”
She flashed a bright smile.
“Anyway... we've got some time left. What do you want to do? I wanna keep hanging out.”
“Of course I do too.”
It was time she'd gone to great lengths to make. I didn't want to say, “Alright, that's it! See ya!” after one fuck and part ways.
“That said, separately... shouldn't we buy some clothes?”
“Clothes?”
Now the stares were getting prickly.
Inside the train, nothing happened. Everyone just passed us by. Probably thanks to Lee Ha-seon's penalty.
But that wasn't eternal.
“It's just... your outfit, Ha-seon... it's a bit...”
“Slutty?”
“Seriously slutty.”
The exposure itself wasn't that much.
But it was disheveled. No matter how much you smooth out wrinkled clothes, you can't fully restore them once they've been messed up.
No one would peg the woman next to me as Lee Ha-seon, but they couldn't hide that she was insanely beautiful.
Seeing someone like that walking around giving off vibes like “I was just brutally fucked outdoors and barely fixed my clothes” naturally made people glare at me.
“Alright! Let's go shopping! There's something I wanted to try anyway!”
“Sounds good.”
I took her hand and entered a nearby clothing store.
'Weird. No one's here.'
Lee Ha-seon pondered in front of a mannequin.
“Hmm... what do you think? Does this suit me?”
A white tank top. Pretty enough, nothing special.
“It'd definitely suit you. Though you'd probably need something over it.”
“Yeah? Too revealing?”
“On you, yeah.”
“Why?”
“The mannequin's bust isn't as big as yours.”
Bigger breasts are great, but not for outfits. Even nice fashion looks bloated or slutty on big chests.
The mannequin's chest was barely womanly. Not like Lee Ha-seon's.
“Oh yeah? Guess so! Okay, this and...”
She wandered around and picked out black pants.
“How about these?”
“Look good. Though probably a bit small for you too.”
“...Did I gain weight?”
“No way! But you're tall... body frame and all.”
“You like petite girls more, huh...”
“That's not it!”
Lee Ha-seon grinned mischievously.
“Fine! No complaints then? I'll take these! Wait a sec!”
She slipped into a small booth. Sounds of changing clothes came from inside. I bit my lip hard.
'Damn, the urge again...'
I'm not the type who likes peeping. Pretty sure I wasn't.
No interest in hidden cam videos, never thought of sneaking peeks at women changing.
But now was different.
'No, close the door properly...'
It was slightly ajar. If I crept closer carefully, I could probably spy on Lee Ha-seon changing.
Logically, no need. Buy the new clothes, take her to a hotel—she couldn't refuse. I'd see her naked, touch it, shove my dick in her pussy.
No effort needed to see her nude anyway. My phone's gallery was packed with her nudes—selfies or post-sex shots I'd taken.
I could just duck into a corner and browse them.
Yet I wanted to peep her changing.
'...Don't.'
I barely resisted the temptation.
'Gotta close the door for her.'
I approached the booth. That instant, the door opened.
“How's this? Looks good, right?”
“Uh, yeah...”
My prediction came true exactly.
The white tank top couldn't contain her breasts. Her firm, perfectly shaped tits seemed to scream, “I'm here!”
Her toned abs were fully exposed. A mix of awe and lust overwhelmed me.
Even after doing it so many times, I wanted to slide my fingers between those abs. See her embarrassed yet aroused expression.
The black pants were, as expected, a tad small for her.
Too “average woman-sized” for her firm ass and thighs. Exaggerating a bit, if the fabric were any sleeker, it'd look like body paint.
“Suits me?”
“Not something you could wear outside.”
“Really? Weird... It's more modest than my usual costume, though? The belly showing too much?”
“Kinda, yeah.”
Thanks to her insane power and symbolism, it wasn't mentioned much, but Lee Ha-seon's usual costume was pretty slutty.
From behind, ass fully visible; thighs exposed too.
“Okay, order this then, and let's grab more! Your pick this time!”
“Me?”
She grabbed my hand and rampaged through the store like an outlaw.
Dizzying.