Chapter 135
We've really been spending all our time together...
"...Huuu..."
Exhausted enough to keep her eyes closed while lying there, Yoo Seol-ah let out a soft sigh. Sure, she often acted like she hated walking anywhere, but that wasn't because she lacked stamina—it was just her laziness kicking in. Physically, she was in incredible shape. So seeing her this wiped out meant sex really took it out of you.
And yeah, after climaxing that many times, of course her energy would be drained. I'd heard regular sex burned a decent number of calories, but this? It had to be several times worse.
As I watched her chest rise and fall with each breath, she—still with her eyes shut—covered it with her arm.
"...What're you staring at?"
...Wait, had she been peeking this whole time? How'd she even know?
"How'd you know with your eyes closed?"
"'Cause you're a perv. I don't even need to look."
"......"
I wanted to argue, but remembering how I'd kinda lost control earlier shut me up fast.
I was pretty beat myself, so I lay down next to her and closed my eyes for a bit. It was like that post-nut clarity phase—after squeezing out every last drop of lust, everything felt clear. No matter what I did, it seemed like I was dancing in the palm of Yoo Seol-ah's hand.
She'd provoke me until I pinned her down, blushing like crazy in the moment... but afterward, it always felt like exactly her kind of thing. And once we went at it hard, I couldn't say no to her requests for that sweet, lovey-dovey aftermath. It was like she had me totally milked dry.
"...Hmm~"
Even exhausted, she bounced back quick after a short rest—humming unconsciously like this. Sensitive or not, wasn't she the real pro at sex? Hell, even her "forced" provocations might be part of some elaborate plan...
Nah, I'm just tired and overthinking.
"...You're making that weird face again, like you're imagining something creepy."
Her voice came from right beside me. I slowly opened my eyes to find her propped on her side, staring at me with those sparkling eyes. She'd been watching me first, but the second our gazes met, she looked away—just classic Yoo Seol-ah.
Guilty as charged on the weird thoughts, so I changed the subject.
"Wanna shower here? Or head back and do it there?"
We both loved a good hot soak, so shower decisions were serious business. The master bath tub here was huge—I'd been tempted to try it out.
"...Hmm, no robes, and probably not many towels either? Let's just go back and shower."
"Got it."
"--------."
Still lying down, she held out her palm. A massive, intricate magic circle bloomed into existence, and a cool sensation washed over my entire body. No need to check—we were spotless, bed and all. Even the pads and sheets felt fresh and fluffy. Honestly, most appliances seemed pointless now.
"Do we even need a washer? Or a dryer?"
"...Honestly, I'm faster, but like you know, magic tires out my brain."
"Fair enough."
Her version finished laundry and drying in about ten seconds flat, but it compressed a ton of steps, giving even a grand mage like her a headache.
"Plus, think if someone visits. No washer or AC? That'd look weird."
"...Yeah, that makes sense."
It might sting to buy appliances just for the "normal person" cosplay, but our attitudes toward money were a bit off from average folks anyway. We weren't swimming in cash, but we could swing it. Especially since our saintess had gifted us the place—might as well ease Yoo Seol-ah's load too.
"The installers even got cold drinks, but it felt kinda weird without the AC on."
"Yeah. Gotta run it for guests."
Even if we magicked through daily life, outsiders—club folks aside—believed magic belonged in games. We had to play it safe.
"Ready to head out?"
"Yeah."
We had to get up, but she clearly wanted to stay put, so she waved her hand again. Her scattered clothes flew over from the floor. And when she lifted her waist a bit, they dressed her automatically.
...Straight out of a superhero flick.
I stared in mild disbelief, and she floated a question mark over her head.
"What?"
"Just... you put on clothes like that now?"
"...A weak body makes the mind work overtime. You know that."
It was the saying flipped, but coming from a grand mage, it carried weight. Mental and physical fatigue were different beasts, for sure.
"Grab mine too, would ya?"
If Earth had mana-infused objects, beds were it—constantly casting "don't get up" spells. I knew I had to move, but my body wouldn't listen, so I pointed to my clothes.
She shot me a side-eye.
"...It's right there. Stretch."
But she delivered them perfectly anyway. Always sweet underneath.
Finally dressed, we slid off the bed. She opened the bedroom door and glanced around.
"Where's Shabu..?"
"Attic, probably? Cats love stairs."
I could pinpoint him with magic, but based on experience, he was either loafing up there or baking bread on the stairs.
She eyed the living room stairs and shook her head.
...It's not that many steps.
Unlike before, no instant magic this time.
"...If I pop in suddenly, he'll freak."
"He understands words, so maybe not..."
He reacted to mana, sure, but a person materializing from thin air? Sketchy.
In the end, we climbed together.
"Ah, Shabu~"
Even as a kitten, hunkered down he looked like a bread loaf. Gray and white mix—not perfect, but close.
Sleepy as cats are, he blinked slowly, ears perking.
"Shabu, we gotta head somewhere else for now, okay?"
- Meooow
"You like wide-open spaces way more, right? We'll be quick—back before you know it."
Moving wasn't hard; we could live here by tomorrow or the next day.
Not sure if he got it, but he stood and toddled over.
Yoo Seol-ah's eyes lit up, touched.
"...He's too good. Hasn't scratched any walls or anything."
"Yeah. They said he's quiet by nature."
Cats had that chill rep, but plenty wrecked the place—knocking stuff over daily.
Down to the living room with Shabu, we grabbed his carrier and headed out.
"Walk it?"
"What's with you?"
"...I kinda like night strolls...? ...Good memories..."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
Her last words mumbled into mush. Same neighborhood anyway, so we strolled slowly.
She went quiet for a bit.
"Whatcha thinking?"
"...Nah, just feels like my mana's increasing."
"...It can grow more from there?"
Her reserves were already Pacific Ocean levels—hard to notice gains.
My tone bugged her; she whipped around with a glare.
"Why treat me like some monster?"
You kinda are a mana monster... I bit it back—truth bombs weren't always kind.
Staying silent, she explained anyway.
"Felt like it dipped a bit coming back to Earth. But now? Definitely more than right after."
"Not like you're training or anything."
"Nope. No fights here."
She used to obsess over mana, but not anymore. Head tilted, puzzled—her classic cute confused look. Did she know how adorable it was?
Curious myself, I prodded her deduction.
"Think about what we've been up to lately. Might click."
"Hmm..."
Casual suggestion, but her face flushed redder by the second.
My turn for a question mark.
"What? Spill."
"N-No... Just occurred to me..."
I stared; she averted her eyes and muttered.
"...Went out with you, ate with you... did this and that with you... that's basically it."
"......"
I shut up, and she fanned her burning cheeks, defending herself.
"No, it's not like I only think about that stuff—it's just we've been together non-stop...!"
True, we were glued at the hip. My days? Mostly her.
Her shaky voice screamed "lie" though.
Outings and meals? Food might help, but Earth grub boosting mana? Zero chance, even she admitted it was weird.
One thought hit me.
Wait—she absorbed succubus mana straight-up.
"Oh, no way... seriously...?"
She'd clocked it too.
...Sex actually boosts her mana?
Mine hadn't dropped, so not theft—just growth. Succubi leveled up via intimacy, baseline. Absorbing their mana probably synced that part.
Embarrassed, she hid behind her hair.
"...D-Did we really do it that much...? Doesn't feel like it..."
...Three times a day average, and she says that? Peak succubus mindset.
I gave her an incredulous look.
"...You're the one always pushing for 'one more' as baseline."
"...Eek, no, that's... um..."
"Weekends? No clock-watching."
"S-Stop!... What're you saying out here...!"
Voice low for eavesdroppers, but she punched my side anyway. Few people around, but "three times isn't much"? Had to rib her.
I took the hits bare-handed.
"See? Feels like your power's overflowing... Mmph."
On tiptoes, she clamped my mouth shut.
All that power's source? Me...