Baek A-young (3)

"Hngh... ahh..."

"Did I go too hard...?"

Judging by how much I'd poured into her, Baek A-young's belly looked faintly rounded. Pop— the instant I pulled out ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠after that final climax, a trickle of white came spilling from between her legs. Tsk. There went every last drop of my yang energy, straight into her.

"Darling. Say ahh~."

"Ahh... slurp."

I sat astride her chest, legs spread around her throat, and slipped myself into her mouth. Even dazed and floaty from the orgasm she'd just ridden out, the second I called it her darling's cock she started sucking with those wet, eager little slurps. A beautiful sight.

Watching her face as she worked — eyes rolled upward, locked on mine — I could have sworn we really were husband and wife.

"Shlurp... kiss. Hngh. Mwah."

"..."

What the hell — libido at a hundred? Was that even possible? And why was her affection stuck at ninety-nine?

I sank into thought, watching the woman who had gone and made herself my wife without me ever giving her permission. Whatever I'd done to her, her lust was maxed out at one hundred. Just how good had it been? Well — looking at how she was still going at me with that single-minded devotion — I supposed that tracked.

Anyway, Baek A-young was the heroine I'd thrown myself into conquering harder than anyone since I'd transmigrated. Lucy and Rumi the twins, and Liliana, had spent more total time with me — but the density of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the hours I'd shared with Baek A-young ran deeper than any of them.

And yet even with her lust all the way at one hundred, her affection was frozen at ninety-nine. It had stalled there once before, too. Safe to assume, then, that a hundred affection was the threshold for a successful conquest. It would be the same for the other heroines. Both Rumi and Liliana had topped out in the high nineties.

There's some specific condition to it, I bet.

The question was what that condition actually was. Hard to figure out, since this system hadn't existed in the original game. The original didn't even have affection scores. The Heroine Status Window itself was a feature the God of Bets had handed me to help with conquering the heroines.

If that was how it worked, he could have given me a proper explanation when I saw his face. That son of a bitch.

"Slurp... suuuck."

"Hah... that's enough, A-young."

"Pwah... mm."

I stroked her hair, then drew her into my arms.

"You're tired, aren't you."

"Mm..."

Baek A-young nuzzled her face into my chest and melted against me.

Hmm.

I was starting to get a rough idea. Today's sex had more or less locked in the framework for conquering her. Anyone looking at Baek A-young now would say she was in love with me. And if her affection still wouldn't hit one hundred even so, then this time I had no choice but to play it hard.

It was time to wake her up from the dream.

"You really threw yourself into the roleplay today, didn't you?"

I brought it up naturally, watching her face.

"Uh, uh? Mm. Yeah. Yeah, I did..."

"If you don't keep treating me well from now on, I'll leak the photos."

"Okay... I will."

Baek A-young flinched at my words, then put a little distance between us. The hurt was radiating off her so strongly that I felt a little bad. No — more than a little. Even I had to admit that what I'd just said was garbage.

But what choice did I have? The sweet only tastes sweet if you've had the bitter first. If she felt hurt now, she'd be that much happier later.

"I can sleep here, right? Let's sleep together."

"...Fine."

Without shifting from that position, she turned her back to me and lay down.

Should I just tell her it was all a lie? That I love her — and pull her close?

Looking at Baek A-young's back as she faced away from me, even though we were sharing the same bed, left a bitter taste in my mouth. Just a moment ago she'd been gazing at me with those loving eyes. Tsk.

I didn't back down. I stubbornly wrapped my arms around her from behind. I had to stick with the original concept for a while, so I needed to at least pretend I was a slave to my libido.

Good morning~ ding-ding-ding~ Good morning~ ba-ba-ba ba-ba ba-ba-ba-ba Good morning~

"Ah, for fuck's sake..."

I woke to that goddamn alarm and found myself staring at an unfamiliar ceiling.

"Right. The infirmary."

I'd been too focused on the sex last night to look up. Only now did it register.

"Mmhnn..."

I'd killed the alarm fast enough that Baek A-young was still asleep. After the shitty thing I'd pulled last night, I wasn't exactly eager to look her in the face. I dressed quietly and slipped out of the infirmary.

I should at least leave a message.

I left a short note saying I'd woken up early and was heading out first, then started for the dorms.

Today I had to spend the whole day walking the festival grounds. It was ten o'clock. The terrorist attacks usually happened during the day — from lunchtime through the afternoon. They'd probably set it that way in the game because adjusting the brightness for a night scene was too much of a hassle.

Of course, now that this was reality, it wouldn't be a perfect one-to-one. But no matter how much the butterfly effect had warped things, there was no chance the very first attack would go off-script. Yesterday had passed peacefully, which meant today was an especially dangerous day. I needed to pay close attention.

First, back to the dorm. Shower, then throw on a clean cadet uniform.

After that, patrol the academy. In a perfect world I'd evacuate the cadets before anything happened — but if the cadets ran, the attack wouldn't happen at all. And if I beefed up security, those meticulous bastards in Pandemic would smell something off and simply call it off.

You could argue that preventing an attack from happening was a win in itself. But I'd rather the attack go down at a time I could actually deal with it. An attack I never saw coming was one I couldn't stop.

And the reason I could be this confident: games have laws they can never break.

No game sends out the final boss to end the world in the opening act. If a game like that existed, it would get ripped to shreds as garbage.

In the original, Lee Ho-yeon at the time of the Celestial Festival wasn't stronger than I was now. Back then he probably hadn't even properly met the heroines yet. But I was already incomparably stronger, and the first villain in the original story was someone I could put down without breaking a sweat.

Even though it was morning, the path back to the dorms was packed with cadets. Some of them looked like they'd pulled an all-nighter and were still drinking.

These lunatics.

Their stamina was something else. Still throwing a drinking party at ten in the morning.

"Excuse me. You there."

"...?"

Someone tapped me on the shoulder. I'd had a Rune Barrier up the whole way here — how had she even noticed me?

I glanced back. A blonde beauty was looking right at me. Porcelain-white skin, and an outfit so revealing it put every curve of her body on display. She was pretty, sure, but... who the hell was this?

"Oppa."

"Pardon? Me?"

Anyone with eyes could tell she was older than I was.

"Oppa~. Come play with me."

I blinked at the European beauty striking a little "ooh~" pose, trying to reel me in. About ten seconds passed. She stared right at me, then latched onto my arm.

"Oppa. You like to drink? Or... maybe you'd rather have this?"

She started rubbing her body against me, little by little. What the hell was even happening right now. I calmly gave the blonde a gentle push away.

"I'm sorry. I'm in a bit of a hurry, so I'll be going."

"Ah, wait. Oppa! Hey!"

I picked up my pace and got out of there.

"The crazy bitches I run into, I swear."

Was that one of those infamous gold diggers? Get a little famous and every weird woman in the world starts gluing herself to you. She was a foreigner, even — I guess gold digging was a global phenomenon. Still, it was the first time I'd gotten such a blatant come-on. Felt kind of novel, honestly.

That said — if even a gold digger like that could clock me, was the Rune Barrier just trash? Invincible barrier, my ass. This thing was a complete joke. Elise had punched through it last time, too. Though that had been thanks to her talent, to be fair.

In any case, I'd reached the dorms. I unlocked the entrance with my smartwatch and stepped inside.

Ssrrk—

"...?"

A creeping sensation slid down my back. Something had just passed right beside me.

"That's not— hhk!"

The words died in my throat. The gold-digger blonde who'd been gluing herself to me earlier was stuck to the dormitory ceiling like Spider-Man.

The fuck. What is that.

If it hadn't been for Clear Mind, I would have screamed on the spot. Thankfully, some quick method acting — I passed it off as a hiccup — meant she didn't realize I'd spotted her.

That crazy woman was glued to the ceiling, following right behind me, arms and legs working like a lizard's. I could barely stand to watch that skin-crawling gait. But writing her off as just some lunatic didn't work either — the level of her stealth was far too high. If I hadn't awakened recently, I wouldn't have detected her even with Mana Sensitivity.

Christ. Just imagining not knowing she was tailing me sent a fresh wave of goosebumps up my arms. I headed for my room as fast as I could without looking like I was running. The crazy blonde came after me, limbs pumping forward and back.

In that moment I was profoundly grateful for Clear Mind. Without it I would have shrieked and sprinted the rest of the way to my door.

The correct response to a lunatic is to get away from her.

I reached my room, unlocked it with my smartwatch, stepped inside, and shut the door.

Sliiiide—

But that bone-deep, crawling sensation had already brushed across my back.

...Hah.

Why was there never a single day where my life just went smoothly? I'd hoped she'd clock the location of my room and leave. That, in hindsight, had been wildly optimistic.

"Hey! What took you so long! You said you were coming last night!"

"...Sorry."

I answered Liliana, then drew a slow breath, gathering a binding spell inside my body.

"I skipped dinner waiting for you, you know! I ended up ordering fried chicken and crying into it! Do you have any idea how that felt?!"

"Hold on... Liliana. Just hold on."

I couldn't indulge her whining. Not right now. The one silver lining: my Combat Sense had kicked in.

Thump. Thump.

Judging by the faint heat spreading through my body, she was someone I could handle. For all that her stealth was top-tier, her actual combat power seemed lacking.

Hoo.

I took another breath, then tipped my head back toward the ceiling. The crazy blonde was still stuck up there in that Spider-Man crouch. I sucked in a huge lungful of air and bellowed.

"You crazy fucking bitch! Why the hell did you follow me in here?!"

"H-how did you know I was here?!"

She whipped her head around, hunting for an escape route, then launched herself at the living room window. But my magic was already coiled around her ankle.

"Ghk!"

Mid-dive, her ankle yanked out from under her, and she slammed into the floor headfirst.

"Wh-what is that! Where did she even come from?!"

Liliana dropped onto her backside, staring in shock at the blonde who had appeared out of nowhere.

"Hah..."

"Mmph!"

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Wound tight from head to toe in ropes of my mana, the blonde thrashed this way and that. I sank into thought, trying to figure out what the hell I was supposed to do with this lunatic.