21. Weak, Medium, Strong, Special

"A fantasy date with our Ji-young? Just trust your oppa and follow me."

"Ooh~ My husband's so cool~ But yeah, I'm excited."

"This is your first lesson~ Market sightseeing~"

"A fantasy market?! Let's go, go, go~"

By now, even Ji-young barely batted an eye at the NPCs wandering the streets practically naked. Humans are creatures of adaptation—stare long enough, and it just becomes normal. Like hitting a nude ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠beach: embarrassing at first, but soon you don't give a shit.

Ji-young and I strolled through the market, checking out mysterious little critters, weird fruits and veggies I'd never seen before, then hit up stalls selling all sorts of goods.

"Honey, honey! Check this out—it's so cool. This doll's floating around, dancing!"

"Whoa, neat. Mana-powered puppet, I guess. One in the ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠room would keep things from getting boring."

"Honey, this one's a magic flower that never wilts, all year round!"

"..... Isn't that just fake flowers?"

"Huh? Yeah... Oh~ No plastic in this world, so they can't make artificial ones. Guess that's why they need magic flowers."

"Huh... Makes sense. Magic flowers are pretty great."

It was fun just browsing. Fantasy world perks—tons of mana-infused gadgets everywhere. The magic accessories corner was a total jackpot.

"Whoaaa~ Honey! This flower moves! It's so pretty? I want this one!"

"W-wait, Ji-young. Let's think a sec. Something better's gotta be around."

"Nothing's prettier than this."

"Nah, nah. Look at this! Flower moves too? Wait, it sparkles?"

"Huh?? Whoa!! This one's even prettier!"

"No, no. Let's keep looking. Better stuff out there."

I barely talked her down and bought the hairpin she liked best. Picking one damn hairpin shouldn't be this exhausting... But it was gorgeous. The yellow flower glowed softly, petals fluttering like a real bloom—natural yet luxurious. Super pretty.

"Oh my. Honey, it's this late already? Let's grab lunch quick."

"Something you'll love, Ji-young. Let's go~"

"What is it? What're we eating?"

"Nah. It's a secret. Spoil it, and no fun."

"Aaaaw~ But I'm dying to know~"

"Heh. Keep wondering~"

"Honeeeeyyy~~"

I took her to the restaurant I'd scoped out earlier. Fantasy fine dining, I guess? Like that Heaven and Hell Chef survival show in this world—famous chef monster from it, cooking up dishes with fantasy ingredients.

We had a blast eating delicious food, then headed out for a magic show. The guides before starting the game raved about it—totally worth it. Stage effects with real magic, performers floating mid-air pulling off insane action. Time flew; we were mesmerized. I'd seen plays and musicals with Ji-young IRL, but this fantasy magic show blew them away. Obvious, right?

"That was so fun, honey. Let's see it again sometime."

"Yeah. Magic effects made it epic."

Evening rolling in, we headed back to the inn. On the way, we bumped into Jun-sik and Ye-na.

"Hey! Ye-na~"

"Sis~ Having fun?"

"Yeah. Magic show was awesome."

"Whoa~ Wanted to see it, but shopping got in the way. Next time together."

Jun-sik had bags full of stuff.

"What'd you buy so much?"

"Heh. Good shit."

? That grin screams naughty.

Eh... Probably stuff for fun times with Ye-na. Cosplay outfits? Ah, imagining Ye-na again. Stop. Stop.

Lately, sexual fantasies about Ye-na hit way too often. Fuck... Scary how this could lead to trouble.

Back at the inn, I told the party.

"Guys, chill in your rooms. Meet up at dinner time."

"Got it, oppa~ See ya later, sis."

"Yeah~"

Ever have that? Close your eyes for a bit, wake up 15 minutes later from the best power nap ever. Barely slept, but feel refreshed as hell.

"Whoa, honey. Did we pass out?"

"Yeah. Best nap ever."

"Ehehehe~ Felt like no sleep, but so refreshed."

Ji-young cutely stretching. But her short crop top rode up, flashing underboob and a nipple peek. Fucking kill me.

Damn... Hamster hole?

No. Can't. Guys waiting— no quickie now.

"Feeling good. Let's head down for dinner."

"Yeah!"

Down to the first floor—Jun-sik and Ye-na already seated. Jun-sik spots me.

"Yo, you made it."

"Wait long?"

"Nah. Just got here."

"Good. Ordered yet?"

"Not yet. Waiting for you."

"Mm... What to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get? Ji-young, Ye-na—what you want? Oh, no wine tonight."

Wine now would be disaster. Already blew cash on the date.

"Mm~ Hold on, honey. Lemme check the menu."

"Uh... O-oppa. I... uh... anything."

? Huh? Ye-na's acting weird. Face flushed red. Fever?

No diseases in-game, but... Ji-young scanning menu.

"Beer, so chicken and mixed sausage? Ye-na, cool?"

"Ugh... Uh... Yeah, sis.."

Wait... No fucking way?! Shit!!

That crazy bastard Jun-sik!!!!!

Stuffed something in Ye-na? That thing?

Fuck... He's insane.

We'd done wild shit in games like Choi Kang Mu-hyeop—exposure play, dildos in restaurants, all that. But NPC, not real wife. His actual wife?

That psycho fucker.

I glared; Jun-sik grinned, slipped something into my hand under the table.

?????? Why the fuck give it to me, you psycho!!!!

Absurd. Glared again; Jun-sik points up, mouths silently:

- Stronger. -

He's lost it? Not NPC—his real wife, vibrator in a restaurant? Hands me the switch?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Hands shaking from tension. Clueless Ji-young. Ye-na enduring medium—pretty intense—stoically. Remote in my hand.

Ye-na's... Egg, I guess. No way even a psycho shoves a full dildo in. Anyway, my control over the egg in Ye-na...

Dinner turned erotic thriller. Lips dry. Four buttons: Weak, Medium, Strong, Special. Special? Scary, no clue.

Medium's got her struggling to talk. Dialed to Weak.

"Hah... Sis. Beer first. Thirsty."

"Yeah? Beer's basically a drink~"

Ji-young, since when's beer a soda? Chugging mugs like a fat hairy uncle.

Back to chatting, beering. While girls talked, Jun-sik cheers me sneaky-like.

"Too weak. Crank it."

"Fuck no, asshole. You sane?"

"Never with you guys, but we do it sometimes. First time, Ye-na'd freak."

You've done this? Ye-na... What kinda life?

Ye-na's no average looker. Her neighborhood knows the hot elementary teacher. Heads turn on streets. Cheerful, playful, great with kids.

This psycho treats his real wife like a sex freak. Normal girls don't stroll with eggs in. Rare exceptions aside—most never even bought toys.

"Dude, why hand me the switch?"

"Fun, right? Crank it. Lemme watch."

Screaming inside. Same gender, but can't comprehend this fucker.

Psycho psycho psycho psycho.

But instinct ignored reason. Heart pounding nonstop since imagining egg in Ye-na. Erection raging. Trembling hand, bumped to Medium.

"Mine's pink, so dye pink... Sis's white dress... ugh... white dye... pretty."

"Totally. In-game dyeing's easy. IRL, bleaching wrecks hair. Why ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠didn't I think?"

"Tomorrow... try? Nngh..."

"Sure~ Honey."

Ye-na's pale skin flushing deeper. Looks tipsy from beer? Knowing better made it lewd.

"Honey? What? Honey! Why staring at Ye-na?"

"Huh? Oh. Was zoning, eyes landed on her. Daydreaming."

"Thinking of dyeing tomorrow. Whatcha think?"

"Dye? What color?"

"Always wanted pure white hair, but bleaching kills it. No worries here. Matches white outfit."

"Ooh. Would look hot. Suits you."

Pure white needs multiple bleaches—hair dies. Pretty, but wrecked after. Ji-young white-haired? Stunning.

"You, Ye-na? Dye too?"

"Y-yeah oppa... th-that... pink pink... ahhnn~"

Ye-na orgasming mid-sentence to me. Tiny shudders, ragged breaths, parted lips. Pale hand gripping fork, trembling.

Obvious, but oblivious—awkward smile my way to play it off. Pupils dazed, flicking up-down.

Pretty Ye-na cumming was pretty. No other word. Wish I had better vocab for her lewd, subtle face. Pathetic vocabulary fails me.

The Ye-na I knew—friend's wife, great comic timing, fun pranks—gone. Just woman Ye-na climaxing, filling my vision.

Focus returning slowly. Locks clear eyes on me.

This staring moment felt eternal.