Chapter 111
I'll do it if you want...? Her voice wasn't quiet, but she was mumbling her words so much that I couldn't catch exactly what she was saying—though it was clear enough she had some kind of complaint.
...She was the one who brought it up first. She's the perfect one in every way, always pouncing on me, so where does she think I find time to look at that stuff? Seol-ah's way hotter anyway.
"Nah, I was kidding. It's just been a while since I've seen any."
"...Don't lie. A guy not looking at that stuff? Doesn't make sense."
"You a guy? How would you know?"
"Not a guy, but I get how guys think?"
She's definitely got a good grasp on the sexual side of things. Too good, sometimes—it's a problem.
"Fine. Pretend you're a guy for a sec. Your ideal girl's right here in the flesh—think you'd go looking elsewhere?"
"Ideal... Ugh, well, still..."
"Guys even get that post-nut clarity after once, but you pounce on me almost every day, so I don't have the energy for anything el—mmph."
"Okay, got it!... Just stop..."
Yoo Seol-ah hurriedly clamped her tiny hand over my mouth. Her face was flushed, and even the hand blocking my lips felt warm somehow.
Especially since we'd started living together recently, I barely had any time alone to begin with—so her assumption was way off.
She took a moment to catch her breath. No idea why she didn't pull her hand away, but she kept it there as she spoke.
"...Look, I'm not gonna complain if you watch that stuff... But I heard matching tastes matters too... So..."
From the way she was beating around the bush, all embarrassed, it sounded like she meant do it with me instead. Was that what she was getting at earlier, telling me to just talk to her about it? Was this her version of jealousy?
The lewd glint in her eyes from moments ago had rolled away completely, leaving nothing but cuteness behind.
I'm plenty satisfied as is, but what did she think I was gonna ask for, throwing that out there?
"So?"
"...Just tell me, and I'll..."
"Anything?"
She flinched at my question and shook her head frantically.
"Hear it first!... Nothing ridiculous...!"
She started trembling a bit—probably flashing back to earlier. Yeah, if I just did whatever, she might not stay in one piece. No such thing as dying from too much pleasure for nothing. Sure, she's a succubus, so she'd probably be fine, but still.
"Alright, I've got something to say right now."
"R-right now?"
Suddenly, she hugged her chest with both arms. Her slender arms weren't nearly enough to cover those breasts, of course. Her face turned even redder—she was off imagining things again.
"...We just did that... so much..."
She kept peeking at me with eyes like I was some beast. I did lead her on to misunderstand on purpose, but seeing her like that made me want to turn it into reality again.
Still, there was one thing I'd been dying to ask for, so I gently took her shoulders.
"Eek!... J-just a little break!... Still too sensitive..."
"Can you show me other hairstyles?"
"......Huh?"
...Still sensitive, huh. And saying a short break meant we could go again? She's like a character with low defense but infinite lives.
The moment she realized her misunderstanding, her face went beet red. I wondered how she'd play it off, but she decided to pretend it never happened.
"Oh~ Hairstyle...? Y-yeah, I can do that..."
"......"
Was holding back a laugh ever this hard? Watching her desperately act like nothing happened, forcing my rising smirk down was a real struggle.
"...Pfft."
A tiny laugh slipped out, and she pouted, weakly swatting at my arm. True to her word that she wasn't ready yet, there was no strength behind it—hardly even qualified as a hit.
I could've said you misunderstood on your own, but she looked like she might actually cry, so I held back.
Once she'd calmed down, she asked with a sulky expression.
"...So, what hairstyle do you wanna see?"
"Everything easy to do? You always just wear it straight down."
Her silver hair fell to her waist—a total trademark that suited her perfectly. But I was sure she'd rock other styles just as well.
"...Okay, one sec."
She got up from the bed and headed to the vanity, rummaging in a drawer before coming back with a bunch of hair ties.
"Well, simplest is just tying it up..."
I figured it'd be a basic ponytail, but she got serious—using magic to levitate her hair in midair. Biting a hair tie between her lips was kinda cute, and it showed she had real experience.
I've only ever seen her with this style.
"You tie hair a lot?"
"Kinda... For cosplay, I handle wigs sometimes, and real hair too. Character hairstyles are super complicated, y'know."
"True."
Guy or girl characters, simple styles aren't that common. Girls especially come with ribbons, headbands, all that. Mom taught me once, and I tied Baek Sia's hair a few times—easy to do basic, but nailing it takes skill.
A moment later, the first style was done.
"...How's this?"
"......"
A simple ponytail, but it hit me right in the feels. I knew hairstyles mattered, but it was like her twin sister had appeared.
I just stared without answering, and her eyes drooped a bit.
"...W-weird...?"
"No, suits you great."
Less icy, more fresh and cute. She undid it quick, hiding a smile.
"I can do a few more."
Excited now, she quickly restyled, and two low tails draped naturally over her shoulders.
"Twintails have tons of types... But wearable one's like this? Low tails, I think."
Not the bouncy manga side-twintails—tied low near her shoulders. Super innocent vibe, and every style had its own killer charm, making it impossible to pick.
She undid it again and went for a more familiar twintail.
"The usual 'handle' style is like—"
She cut herself off, slapping a hand over her mouth.
...Handle? Hearing that from a real person—Seol-ah, no less—felt weirdly thrilling. She's got no blind spots in this area.
After an awkward silence, she pretended that didn't happen and continued.
"...Ugh, anyway, twintails like this are too much for outside. Not since I was a kid..."
Shaking off the "handle" impact, I really looked—and the cuteness was off the charts. Total youthful effect.
Cosplayers must be built different; with just twintails, she showed off nearly ten variations. Even recreated manga-style space buns like hair crafts. That mandu bun in the middle? I wanted to preserve it forever.
The longer you look at Seol-ah, the more her initial coolness fades into pure adorableness—and these styles amplified it.
"...That's the basics for now. Anything else you wanna see?"
The casual ties were already great, but this exceeded expectations—I was fully satisfied. Only other one left was maybe a bob.
A sharp bob would crank up the cool factor, opposite of twintails.
"Wanna see a bob too, but that's tricky."
"Oh... Bob."
She pondered, then lifted her back hair and chanted a quick spell.
"...Like this, kinda bob-ish?"
"...Whoa."
Origami-style illusion, but from the front, it looked like a perfect shoulder-length bob. All great, but bob Seol-ah was a whole new vibe—couldn't help but gasp.
I stared blankly, and she snapped it back to normal.
"...Of all these, which was best?"
"Hm... All of 'em?"
"......"
They really were all perfect—impossible to choose. Her face was just too versatile; straight-up cheating.
"...If you had to pick one for today?"
If ranking today's... The side ponytail, tied off to one side, suited her insanely well. She said it was cosplay-only, too embarrassing for real life.
"Side ponytail?"
"Got it. One sec."
She put real effort into it this time. Fully transformed, she stood from the bed and offered her hand.
"...Let's go furniture shopping. Gotta make the day count."
"Like that?"
"Yeah."
"Isn't it kinda embarrassing?"
She blushed a little but answered firmly.
"...Doesn't matter what others think. If you want it, I'll do it...?"
Honestly, I felt like staying in bed forever—but suddenly, energy surged through me.