Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: 5. Confusion (3)
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Luke-nim.
Luke-nim.
"……."
I replayed the voice I'd just heard a few times over and quickly arrived at one conclusion.
...Am I really that exhausted right now?
It wasn't an entirely wrong assumption.
This morning, I'd had a childish sex ed class with Baekya.
This afternoon, I'd thrown a full-on adult sex ed session with Kaen.
With so much to worry about here and there, and drenched in sweat, fatigue had built up all over my body.
On top of that, staying up late last night comparing Baekya's handwriting to the erotic novel's hadn't helped me get a good night's sleep.
There was no other explanation for why I'd hear something like that….
"Luke… nim…."
But it was there.
"Luke-nim…. Luke-nim…."
I couldn't muster a proper response or even pretend to, just staring at the scene unfolding before me.
—Yuzu-nim. D-Do we really have to go this far?
—It's not like we're gutting you.
—But pouring that pitch-black liquid right into your eyes… Kyaaagh!!
—Shut up. If it gets in your throat, it could be dangerous. Probably.
—Guhk…. Guhk…….
—Yuzu-nim. I don't think your stomach can hold any more….
—Hold it down. If my calculations are right, you've still got a ways to go.
—But holding it in isn't something you can just will….
—Hold it as long as you can….
—……Urp….
—Yuzu-nim. That could really kill you.
—Yuzu-nim…? I can't hear you all of a sudden….
—Yuzu-nim.
—Yuzu-nim.
—Yuzu-nim.
"…Luke-nim……. Hehe…."
Yuzu, who had been squeezing her own breasts toward me, placed both hands demurely atop them and kept repeating the same words.
Luke-nim. She bowed her head deeply, attaching that inexplicable honorific to my name.
Followed by a tiny giggle.
It was an innocently pure laugh, impossible to believe it came from her lips.
If my memory served right, she lost her reason when aroused but never mentioned losing her memory entirely.
Vivid or not, fragments of what she'd done always lingered.
A woman far smarter than me like Yuzu couldn't have overlooked that.
And yet, she was doing something this bizarre….
"……."
Inevitably, an absurd conclusion bubbled up in my mind.
Not the idiotic one like Am I just way too tired?
This was several times more idiotic.
What if Yuzu's been behind everything?
I'd never seen her handwriting, but given her status and how she scribbled all day, she probably had impeccable penmanship.
If she craved the rough ravishment described in the novel and tormented me for it, her arsenal of drugs could more than satisfy that.
And if those bright red pills she always gave me were 'aphrodisiacs'?
What if they contained something that wiped your memory when aroused?
If Yuzu mistook my state and thought it'd erase all her memories, blurting out her true feelings prematurely….
"Luke-nim. It hurts…."
Then,
That wouldn't do.
...Then what the hell is Kaen…?
Something was off.
If Yuzu was the author, Kaen—nose buried in the bed, begging to be ravaged—should've killed me on sight.
No.
I needed to backtrack even further.
That day at Kaen's mansion, when we bumped into each other by chance, she should've pummeled me with those cute little fists.
But she didn't.
Instead, she dragged me to her bedroom, wagging her tail and pleading to be fucked into oblivion.
She even came to my room for a blowjob and kept going until she passed out. That made her a way more convincing author.
"……."
"……Luke… nim?"
If that was the case.
Yuzu.
What the hell are you.
"Luke…?"
Sensing something off, I instinctively loosened my grip on Yuzu's breasts.
The panic of What kind of situation am I in? outweighed any conquering thrill from groping those perfect tits.
As my hands released her squeezed breasts, Yuzu slowly lifted her bowed head.
She seemed to realize what was happening too, moving with suffocating slowness.
"…Luke."
After ten seconds that felt like ten minutes.
Yuzu's face, finally meeting mine, looked no different than before.
Her scarlet eyes blazed white-hot.
Her cheeks remained flawlessly smooth, untouched by any flush.
As if nothing had happened, Yuzu began glaring straight through me.
"……."
"……."
An awkward silence dried my throat.
She showed no sign of speaking first.
"Yuzu-nim."
"……."
"Why'd you do that?"
You never know.
There might be some reason I hadn't considered.
"Do what?"
But Yuzu played dumb.
No matter how charitably I viewed it, it looked like she was stalling for an excuse.
"You just used honorifics with me."
"I did?"
"……Yes."
"You're imagining things. Never happened."
She clearly hadn't found a good excuse.
Playing dumb.
The absolute worst kind of denial.
"You said 'Luke-nim.'"
"Must've misheard."
"No. You said it multiple times. No way I misheard."
"……."
For a split second, Yuzu's eyes flicked sideways before snapping back to me.
She must've decided not to lose momentum if she wanted the upper hand.
She was more shameless than I'd thought.
"Luke… nim?"
"Yes."
"Me? To you?"
"Yes."
She grabbed at words again, buying time.
But it wasn't nearly enough for a brilliant excuse.
After that pointless delay, a lame denial slipped from Yuzu's lips.
"I don't remember."
"……."
"Besides, what reason would I have to use honorifics with you?"
It dodged the argument entirely, invincible when she held the advantage.
...On second thought, it might've been her best option. Second-worst for me.
"Looks like letting you grope these tits went to your head. Watch your mouth. I won't be so lenient next time."
Seizing control, she clearly wanted to end the conversation.
Even her exasperated sigh carried a hint of relief—not my imagination.
Yuzu roughly straightened her rumpled clothes, then scooted her chair back to her desk with a screech.
This ended any unfavorable talk.
Back to business: subject one and the witch.
"……."
Not like this.
"Yuzu-nim."
"……What. Again."
I needed something—anything—from this.
Her handwriting.
Her true feelings.
Her desires.
Or the drugs' true nature.
"An aphrodisiac?"
I went all-in.
I dumped the pill from the table straight into my mouth, chased it with the foul-tasting reagent, and stood.
Usually, the bitter taste barely fazed me. But convinced it was an aphrodisiac, it felt… off.
Something about complicated effects and names.
Whatever.
Not important now.
"Luke. Enough."
"Is it an aphrodisiac?"
Her chair scooted close to the desk meant no escape.
I leaned right into Yuzu's face.
"You're pissing me…."
The armrests were already mine.
Yuzu glared but recoiled slightly, as if I were filthy.
I'd been too focused on her breasts earlier to notice.
A soft lavender scent wafted from her nape.
"…Three seconds. Or I'll burn you."
"Try me."
Her rude tone.
For a moment, Yuzu's breath hitched.
Of course, I wasn't certain she was the erotic novel's author.
Kaen was already fucked—literally.
Yuzu? Just suspicion.
But her using honorifics on me? Fact.
She thought she was aroused.
Thought she'd lose her memory.
Giggled with "nim" after my name.
Unalterable.
Unless she gave a solid excuse.
I could only assume.
This whole experiment? Finding how to arouse her to memory loss.
Male-mana correlations? All excuses, maybe.
"One."
The instant her lips parted, I buried my nose in her nape.
Cooler than expected.
The space between chair and body reeked of sweat-soaked intimacy, yet it wasn't repulsive.
Fresh.
Sensual.
I'd smelled something similar recently.
On Kaen's nape and tail, collapsed face-down on the bed, as I left marks of mating.
"…Two."
Yuzu whispered, gently pushing my chest.
I seized her hand, then squeezed her breasts harder than before.
Pain. Pleasure.
Ignored it all.
Pain was pain; pleasure was pleasure.
I didn't care how she felt—just chased my own high.
Forcing myself on the woman who'd just tried shoving me away? Sweeter than imagined.
I pinched and tugged the hardening tips obsessively.
Her massive breasts made it awkward with my face in her nape, but pulling downward gave some room.
My other hand didn't stop at squeezing—roaming for bare skin.
Clothes be damned; I'd rip them if needed.
Her hand gripped my wrist in protest, but that was it.
I wore her hand like a bracelet, sliding down to her waist.
"……Three."
Her promised time.
Felt closer to ten seconds, but I didn't call it.
My mouth was too busy.
Nipping her delicate, witchy shoulder with teeth.
Smearing saliva on her ear as she flinched from nipple tweaks, chewing her hair inside my mouth.
Face lowered, I gnawed her nipples through her clothes, staining the navy fabric darker with drool.
I hadn't planned to go this far.
Aroused?
Dunno.
"……Three, I said…."
Her voice, far hazier now, ignited my lust.
Pants felt tight.
Should I?
Just do it.
Do it.
My lips brushed her upper chest.
My hand at her waist roughly grazed bare skin.
—Whoosh
A short, eerie sound, and darkness swallowed my vision.