Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: Yes. I'm a Virgin. Is There a Problem?
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People's true nature never changes.
I realized it once more when I was held in that person's arms.
I opened my eyes to find the spot beside me empty.
The place that had been filled with her comforting warmth right up until I'd fallen asleep felt hollow now.
"Mi-na?"
I rubbed my eyes and called her name, but all that came back was silence.
I thought maybe she'd gone to the bathroom first, so I checked there. Then the kitchen, and everywhere else.
But Mi-na was nowhere to be found.
It was as if she'd vanished from the world overnight.
The only proof that last night hadn't been a dream was the discarded condom in the trash and the stains left on the sheets.
"Hm?"
I checked my phone. It was around 7 a.m.
And an hour before that, there was a message from Mi-na.
-Sunbae, something came up, so I'm heading out first.
"What could she have going on this early on a weekend?"
Of course, everyone has their own circumstances.
But to spend the night together and then leave without a word, just dropping a single message like that...
"Haa."
No.
Maybe something really urgent came up that she couldn't help.
-Sounds urgent. Get home safe. Call if you need anything.
I typed and deleted repeatedly before finally sending a reply and tossing my phone onto the bed.
I'd call Mi-na later separately.
For now...
"Guess I should head home."
I gathered the clothes scattered haphazardly across the floor and headed to the bathroom.
Even though I tried not to think about it, rumors about Mi-na kept flickering through my mind as I washed up.
The little "1" next to the speech bubble didn't disappear until I left the motel.
By the time I got off the train and reached my villa, it was around 9 a.m.
The glaring sunlight illuminated the rundown alley lined with buildings.
A leaf carried by the wind gently landed on one of the cars parked in the dismal lot.
"Ah, shit, the groceries."
Just before entering the building, I suddenly remembered my promise to Lizetta.
Should I go buy them now?
"...Nah."
It's the weekend anyway; plenty of time. I'll swing by home first.
"Huh?"
As I turned to go, I paused and looked back toward the building.
Right then, someone stepped out.
A petite frame with black hair tied back in a ponytail.
Her usual tracksuit outfit, without fail.
It was Jeong Seung-ah, the college student who lived on the first floor of the same building.
Out this early on a weekend? Heading to a part-time job?
"Ugh."
But then, upon spotting me standing in front of the building, Seung-ah wrinkled her nose like she'd seen something unpleasant.
As if she'd caught sight of something she wished she hadn't.
"What's her deal?"
Before I could figure it out, she hurried past me and disappeared down the alley. I couldn't help tilting my head in confusion.
We weren't super close neighbors, but we'd at least exchange greetings when we bumped into each other.
As I replayed her reaction in my head, I found myself already at my door, having climbed the stairs without realizing.
"I'm home."
The moment I unlocked the door and stepped inside...
"Welcome back."
Instead of the usual silence, Lizetta greeted me right at the entrance.
Hm. Nice.
"Lizetta, everything good?"
"Yes. Did you enjoy yourself last night, Master Hyun-seong?"
"Yeah, well, of course... Wait, what?"
My hand froze midway through taking off my shoes.
I looked up from my bent position, and Lizetta's blue gaze was looking down at me.
Her eyes were the same as yesterday, but today they felt somehow chillier. Was that just my imagination?
"W-what about last night?"
"I heard from Child. That you spent a wonderful night with your junior colleague from work."
"Ah~."
It wasn't all night, though.
Her stare was too intimidating to argue.
You had no way to contact her, so I passed it on for you. Grateful, right?
"Passed it on? You don't mean...?"
I watched the whole thing. You getting ratted out by your boss and fuming, then grinning like an idiot when your junior flirted a bit.
"...That's an invasion of privacy."
I don't care about this world's laws.
Voyeur.
"You watched it all and didn't say a word?"
Why? Didn't want to scare you.
Yeah, thanks a ton.
Probably just munching popcorn the whole time.
"Master Hyun-seong."
"Yes."
I snapped to attention at Lizetta's call, glaring at the air.
"Don't just stand there. Come inside first."
"Yes."
I followed Lizetta inside without a word.
This was probably what it felt like for a husband sneaking home after an unauthorized night out.
"Whoa."
As I reached the living room, I could sense the changes in the house that I hadn't noticed at the entrance.
The floors and windows gleamed, and fresh air filled the space.
"Lizetta, you cleaned?"
"Yes. Cleaning is basic for a maid. I had plenty of time, and it was simple work, so no trouble at all."
She replied casually and extended her hand toward me.
"Your coat and bag, please."
"Ah, thank you."
Lizetta took my bag and coat, then walked toward my room with measured steps.
I watched her back for a moment.
"Lizetta. Sorry."
After fidgeting with my lips, the words tumbled out, and she stopped dead in her tracks.
"I don't quite understand why Master Hyun-seong is apologizing to me all of a sudden."
"Um. You seemed upset?"
She'd been facing away the whole time, but now she turned to look at me.
"What part of me made you think I was angry?"
"Just a feeling."
"Then that feeling is wrong."
Her firm tone echoed through the house.
"No matter where Master Hyun-seong goes, who he's with, or what he does—even if it means I'm left alone like an abandoned dog.
A mere maid like me has no right to complain, nor should I even consider it."
No. Even so, you'd be justified in getting mad.
"Still, leaving you alone without even setting up a proper way to contact you was my fault."
"As Child said earlier, I've already been informed. So there's no need for you to apologize for that."
No. Even so, you'd be justified in getting mad.
"And on top of that, I forgot the groceries I promised."
"Same there. A master need not feel guilty for breaking a promise with a servant."
Lizetta's shoulders rose and fell gently after her rapid-fire response.
"See? It really was my fault."
"...Was there something insufficient in my explanation just now?"
"No."
I shook my head at Lizetta, who was furrowing her brow.
I thought she was just mechanical.
Turns out she can get angry too.
At first, I figured I was awkward around her because I was bad with women.
And she was my type too.
But now I see I'd been subconsciously resisting her in some subtle way, without showing it.
Her appearance was no different from a human's.
But she acted based on inputted knowledge and emotions.
It wasn't that I hated or disliked it.
If I did, I wouldn't have accepted her service so readily.
Just... seeing her attitude now, I felt relieved for some reason.
She has her own emotions, in her own way.
"Lizetta, clear some time for me today."
"Time?"
"Yeah. I said I'd buy you clothes, remember? Let's go today."
"After last night, you must be tired. No need to push yourself..."
"Nah, I'm full of energy. What kind of body do you think this is? Rest a bit, then we head out around lunchtime."
It was the perfect time for a mood changer anyway.
"If Master Hyun-seong insists..."
Lizetta nodded, looking a bit dazed.
Hey. What about the possession?
Oh, right.
"For now, on hold."
You're guilty of being annoying.
Heyyyyy!!
Ugh, my head's gonna explode.
Around 11 a.m., as I got ready to head out, I looked for clothes to put on Lizetta.
Walking down the street with a woman in a maid outfit didn't seem like a good idea.
"I'm fine like this."
"I'm not."
While rummaging through the closet, I realized something.
"Seriously, no decent clothes."
And what I had were all similar styles anyway.
Time to buy new ones and try some fresh looks.
No point wasting a good body.
For now, I dressed Lizetta in a loose hoodie and training pants that weren't gender-specific.
The hanger did her justice; even plain clothes looked stunning.
Especially how certain parts stood out despite the oversized men's fit...
"Ahem."
I cleared my throat to banish the lewd thoughts, grabbed my phone and wallet, and got ready to go with Lizetta.
"We're off."
Hmph. Do whatever.
Properly pissed off now.
Even without Child, I couldn't drag this out any longer.
These past couple days had been nonstop, but I hadn't done anything on my own terms.
Just gone along with the waves crashing over me, same as always.
This won't do.
"By the way, Master Hyun-seong."
Just as I was about to put on my shoes, Lizetta called my name.
"Yes?"
"Does no one live upstairs?"
"Ah, yeah. The fourth floor's empty right now."
The villa had four floors total, and I lived on the third.
The fourth had been vacated a few months ago and was still unoccupied.
"I see. After you left for work, I went around greeting the neighbors, but no one answered on the fourth floor."
I see. So polite...
Then it hit me—the expression Seung-ah had given me just hours ago.
"Um, Lizetta?"
"Yes."
"Did you meet the person on the first floor too?"
She nodded curtly at my question.
"She was wary at first, but warmed up once I said I was Master Hyun-seong's maid and greeted her kindly."
"I, see. Haha."
Now I knew why Seung-ah had looked at me like that.
Not exactly, but probably thought I'd made my girlfriend cosplay as a maid to go around greeting neighbors?
I recalled the elderly lady living alone on the second floor.
Haha. I'm screwed.
I fretted over how to face the neighbors from now on as I left the house with Lizetta.
Still no reply from Mi-na.
Lizetta and I headed to the Isang Department Store downtown.
The only major department store in this otherwise unremarkable city, it drew massive crowds on weekends.
"So this is what the outside looks like."
Until we reached the store, Lizetta took in everything passing by with the wide-eyed curiosity of a newborn.
"How's it feel being out here?"
"Just as I knew from knowledge, but seeing it with my own eyes hits different."
Inside, the vast lobby welcomed us with open space and lighting brighter than sunlight.
As expected, the crisscrossing escalators were packed with people pushing carts, no room to breathe.
"Clothes first?"
"I'll follow whatever Master Hyun-seong decides."
Lizetta replied matter-of-factly and linked her arm with my right one.
Naturally, her ample breasts pressed against me, sending soft sensations through.
"Didn't want to risk getting separated."
"Yeah, sure."
Thinking about it, shopping like this was basically a date.
Feeling awkward yet thrilled, I headed to the clothing section.
As we browsed the unfamiliar styles...
"Oh my, you two make such a handsome couple."
The store clerk approached us approvingly.
Lizetta's looks were stealing the show without even trying.
People kept glancing at her face; it was like a halo shone behind her.
"Especially your girlfriend—she could stand toe-to-toe with Yuna, no problem."
Even accounting for sales talk, dropping the name of the country's top model?
What had I dressed this woman in?
"Do you have something other than these?"
Then, Lizetta, who'd been quietly looking at the racks, asked the clerk.
"Tell me what style you're after, and I'll guide you."
"Something a man would like, ideally. Like a nurse or bunny girl..."
Wait, fuck.
"Y-yes?"
"Sorry! She's from the countryside and doesn't know places like this. Ahaha."
I hurriedly covered Lizetta's mouth.
"Ah, aha. I see. Hohoho..."
The clerk tried to stay composed despite my lame excuse.
Luckily, no ejection from the store, but I endured her sharp glances afterward.
Guess Child didn't input common sense into her head.
Once things calmed, we picked out fitting clothes with the clerk's help.
'Her presence really sells any outfit.'
Every time Lizetta emerged from the fitting room, it turned into her personal runway.
Watching her try on outfits made me understand why people spend so much time clothes shopping.
We went to other stores too, checking each other's looks.
"Master Hyun-seong, a moment?"
Lizetta's voice came from the fitting room where she'd gone to try on underwear.
"W-what's up?"
I was the only guy in the women's lingerie section, so my voice dropped automatically.
"The clasp seems stuck."
"Uh, okay. And?"
"Can't get it off with my hands. Sorry, but could you come in and help?"
"Me?"
I instinctively scanned around.
Everyone was busy shopping, not paying much attention.
The clerk who'd helped measure sizes earlier had stepped away to assist other customers.
Wait for the clerk?
Or go in myself?
The answer was obvious.
"Got it. One sec."
I checked around once more, then cautiously opened the fitting room door and slipped inside.
The instant I did...
"Urk?!"
Lizetta grabbed my arm, pulling me to the back wall.
In the dim fitting room, her brilliant blue eyes gleamed coldly.
The ornate white lace lingerie drew my gaze.
"Li-Lizetta? W-what about the clasp?"
"A lie."
"Why lie like that?"
"Master Hyun-seong."
Her low, heavy voice tickled my ear.
"Truth is, it's been bothering me since we left the house."
"W-what?"
"The attitude I showed when you first got home—it was improper for a maid toward her master."
"Improper? It wasn't that bad..."
"No."
Her sharp tone, like at home, silenced me.
"As you said, I felt anger then. I don't know why. But whatever the reason, one thing is certain."
Her grip on my wrist trembled faintly.
"It's absolutely not an emotion a mere servant should harbor toward her master."
"I don't think it's that se—urk?!"
'What the hell's with her grip strength?'
My stats were boosted by traits too, but I couldn't shake her off.
"And not only did I let that emotion make me rude to my master, I even made you apologize."
"Th-that was entirely my fault...!"
"You may feel that way, but I cannot accept it in myself."
She released my wrist and slowly backed up, hands bracing against the fitting room walls.
Then she thrust out her full hips, clad in the lingerie.
"So, please punish this disrespectful maid yourself."
Her hand slid gracefully down her abdomen, brushing aside the panties covering her mound.
Her plump labia parted invitingly, glistening.
"A-are you serious? There are people outside, and Lizetta, you're..."
"Yes. I'm a virgin. Is there a problem?"
She said it so flatly, leaving me speechless.
Besides...
After last night's incomplete release, my cock was already throbbing in my pants, begging to be freed.
"Gulp."
Unable to hold back any longer, I swallowed dryly and placed my hands on Lizetta's ass.
Her body heat, transmitted through my palms, began to rise steadily.