Chapter 45
You're the one who called it a date first? Seol-ah's embarrassed by the word itself but reacts positively to the idea of heading out anyway. Even after quite a while, though, she just keeps lying there. Her chest rises and falls gently with each breath. Most of the sensitivity seems to have faded—no obvious peaks in the center—but even flat on her back, the shape holds firm, blending beauty and allure in perfect harmony.
"What're you staring at... Don't look."
"Nah, shouldn't we shower first if we're going out?"
She catches my gaze and shoots me a quick glare, crossing her arms over her chest. It feels even sexier pressed against her arms like that, but I stick to the point. Her eyes sharpen even more.
"Baek Sion."
"Yeah."
"You know why I'm like this right now..."
"......Why?"
...Is this my fault?
"My back hurts!... Ugh, seriously."
"Oh..."
But didn't she move right after last time?
"Did you skip the pain-relief spell...?"
Her eyes widen a bit. She seems to rummage through her memories before speaking slowly.
"...Come to think of it, I didn't cast any magic."
True—no pain relief means she wouldn't complain about her back hurting. But soon enough, both of us hit the same question.
"...Why didn't it hurt?"
"I thought I'd already cast it."
No pain relief, yet she didn't flinch at all during insertion. She said herself the spell last time was specifically to ease that initial pain, and even though she was plenty wet this time, I'd gone slow on purpose, ready to stop if she showed any discomfort. I was on high alert the whole time, but she never did.
So the possibilities? Either the pleasure drowned out the pain completely, or there's something special making insertion painless...
It doesn't take long to figure it out.
"...You're not fully succubus now, are you?"
"What kinda nonsense is that? Ugh... But then last time I suffered for nothing with that spell? My head really hurt from it..."
It's not listed among Karote's side effects, but for a succubus, painless insertion is just common sense—tied straight to survival. Given all the succubus traits Seol-ah's shown from the side effects, it makes total sense once you think about it. Heightened libido, hyper-sensitive body, and now no pain...
She might not realize it, but from my perspective? Zero downsides. I should be calling Karote my benefactor.
"...Thanks a ton, Karote. Seriously, thank you."
"Why're you thanking Karote?"
"She optimized your body in every way..."
"W-what? Optimized!?... You crazy bastard!..."
"Sorry, joke! Real joke!..."
She's slapping mana-charged palms against me—stings like hell. I barely grab her as she tries shoving me off the bed and flip her half over. Careful not to get too excited by her voluptuous ass even face-down, I grip her waist tight.
"Hyah!?... Let go!?... You aren't thinking of going again, are you!?"
"No, no. Your back hurts, right? I'll loosen it up."
I keep contact to just my hands, kneading her waist firmly. Her legs flail at first, then go limp, flopping onto the bed.
"Hngh!?... Ahng... Don't need it... Ah!"
"......"
Come to think of it, her waist is a weak spot too. The angle's a little off, and the sounds make it seem less like a massage and more like... something else. Just like when I washed her before—my patience is wearing thin.
"...Hngh!? Something's poking me down there!..."
"...That's not my fault, swear."
It took serious mental fortitude and time to finish the massage, shower, and finally head out. Close calls hit mid-massage, but if I'd lost control and gone for round two, I'd probably be banned from doggy forever. Luckily, my handiwork satisfied the client. Now she's sitting beside me, face lit with anticipation.
"So what're we doing?"
"It's only 4 PM—wanna kill time then grab food? Let's do whatever you want."
This isn't because she said no more doggy. Cafes or whatever, we won't get bored together anyway.
She looks up at me suddenly, face scrunching a bit.
"...Why're you acting all sweet outta nowhere?"
"......Fine, jeeyuk bokkeum, donkatsu, or gukbap it is."
Even my ultimate concessions fall flat.
"I like all three? I eat anything, for real."
...Got nothing now. Truth is, I don't love those either.
"...Name a food you hate."
"Cucumber. Hate cucumbers. Even a little."
"Hold up, lemme search the most cucumber-heavy dish..."
"Ugh, why're you so childish... Fine, I'll pick somewhere."
She started it this time... Her lips curve in what looks like a sly victory smirk. Absurd. And the fact I find it cute? Equally absurd.
"Wanna check out some clothes? Lotsa shops near the department store."
"Sure."
This area's quick bus ride away: department store or Korea University Station Exit 2 alley. The latter's hyped as "tree-lined street" fame, but it's overhyped. Seol-ah knows fashion inside out and dresses sharp—she'll pick the winner. Her oversized shirt and black vest dress suit her perfectly. She mixes concepts but leans cute: looser fits downplay her figure compared to naked. With her curves, emphasizing cute ain't easy, but that's her fashion sense conquering it.
"Where'd you get this outfit?"
"The shop we're heading to. It's one-piece—shirt, vest, tennis skirt vibe all in one. See?"
She lifts the hem slightly. Yep, seamless finish between shirt and vest. Never paid women's fashion much mind before—pretty fascinating.
"Our stop."
She hops off the bus and navigates like it's instinct. First time seeing her walk with such bouncy excitement. The clothes that thrilling?
A voice from beside me.
"Hey."
"Yeah."
"You said date first earlier?"
She's rationalizing as she slyly hooks her arm through mine. Not thrilled about clothes—it's the first date. Wide, soft contact hits instantly as we link arms.
...Women know when their chest brushes, right? But she started it—withdrawing might piss her off more. She's even humming as we stroll arm-in-arm into a shop.
"Hello..."
Small place, owner-operated. Seol-ah greets casually—arms still linked.
A young-looking woman emerges from the counter, eyes widening at us.
"Welcome~ Oh, Seol-ah? ...Who's the guy? Boyfriend? Since when..."
Not just customer-owner vibe—casual speech. Makes sense; Seol-ah wouldn't greet first unless close. She's shy till warmed up.
Seol-ah answers naturally.
"Me, boyfriend? Nah..."
The owner eyes her like she's nuts. Can't blame her—we're still arm-in-arm. Would've been less weird if she'd unlinked entering. Owner's baffled.
Seol-ah catches the stare, yelps "Hot—", and yanks free.
...Seol-ah, you're such an idiot?
"......The Seol-ah I know's sharp as a tack... How deep you fallen..."
"Unnie!... It's not like that!..."
"Okay, okay... I keep my mouth shut, you know. No worries."
"That's why he's not my boyfriend, seriously!..."
"...So, Mr. Not-Boyfriend, what's your name?"
Family? Or close enough—better be polite.
"Baek Sion."
"...Take good care of Seol-ah. First time seeing her with a guy... She gets prickly, so bear with it."
"Sure."
Wanna say more, but "not-boyfriend" status leaves me stumped. Owner's just being nice anyway—she heads back, whispering to Seol-ah.
"Seol-ah's all grown up now? ...How'd you snag a guy like that? Doesn't drool even next to you—rare breed..."
"Unnie, seriously!..."
She laughs, retreating to the counter.
"Alright, browse with Mr. Not-Boyfriend. Couple look? Discount."
"......"
Whirlwind personality. Kinda like Lee Seo-yeon.
"...Who is she?"
"My cousin unnie."
"Close?"
"Yeah, hung out since kids... Closest to our family on that side."
...Gotta impress, then. And despite the frantic unlink, bringing me here already stamped approval.