Miniature Garden

Back in reality, I checked my stats and points the way I always did.

Over ten thousand points. Just looking at the number was reassuring.

Where should I spend them?

Boosting my stats was always solid. Raising skill and trait levels worked too. Or I could hit the random gacha shop for something decent.

Should I buy a Random Magic Scroll?

For a mere three thousand points, you could theoretically end the world. Granted, that only happened if your luck was absurdly good.

Wait — absurdly bad luck, maybe? Honestly, last time was a little too close for comfort. If that world hadn't had a System or gods, it really would have been game over for the whole planet.

I turned it over carefully. The Random Magic Scroll ignored even Heavenly Fortune, my probability-manipulation skill. In other words, the randomness was absolute. There was a real chance of pulling something as pathetic as a Fireball.

Three thousand points for a Fireball. Just thinking about it is fucking insane.

If I at least knew the odds, I'd feel a little better about it.

"Hey, Leisure Life App — publish the drop rates for the Random Magic Scroll already!!"

I shouted at my phone out of pure frustration. Naturally, no answer came back.

If that Song of Ruin spell or whatever it was had even a one-percent activation rate, I'd buy the scroll in a heartbeat.

One percent would be playable. But from where I was sitting, it didn't even look like one percent.

I'm dropping the Random Magic Scroll. Too much pure RNG.

I cleanly discarded any lingering attachment to the scroll.

These points… I'll just hold onto them. Still haven't decided where to put them.

No rush. Spend them when I need them. Points don't expire.

For now, I decided to rest.

I spent some long-overdue time in reality.

Not a single second of real-world time had passed, but after staying so long in Atlantis, it genuinely felt like ages.

Thinking about it that way, it's a real blessing that time freezes while I'm inside a Leisure World.

If real time and Leisure Life time ran one-to-one, it would be an absolute nightmare.

Anyway, I spent the next stretch of days living diligently in the real world. Sex with Han Harin, dungeon runs, and expanding my Leisure World repertoire by watching movies, reading comics, and devouring novels. Then sex with Jin Se-yeon, and more sex with Han Harin.

My real-world routine had a dull edge to it. In the Baekhwan World or Atlantis, something was always exploding, so I'd been constantly on the move.

Living the everyday grind long enough, I started craving stimulation. That didn't mean I planned to go wild in reality, though.

Reality is for living safely. Cause a scene and there's a high chance of getting completely fucked. That's why I don't go into dangerous dungeons either.

What if I went into a dangerous dungeon and got wrecked? My life would be over.

And was there even much to gain from high-risk dungeons? Ordinary hunters called it high risk, high return — they challenged dangerous gates to get stronger, to make more money. For me, it was high risk, low return.

If I want something, I just hop into the right Leisure World and bring it back out.

When a low-risk, high-return path already existed, there was no reason to throw myself into real-world death traps.

With Leisure Life available, there's no need to live hard in reality.

Time was on my side. I could take it slow.

I'm bored — maybe I'll dive into the next Leisure World. But first, a few random draws.

The occasional random draw when I had points to spare. A one-point gacha that could theoretically hit the jackpot — in some ways, it was an absurdly generous system.

Even the duds are fun items. I burned two hundred points yesterday… so today I'll stick to a hundred.

I'd gotten a little too deep into the gacha over the past few days, so my points were lower. Spending a hundred today would leave me at 10,300.

"Let's gooo!"

I psyched myself up and started the random draws. A little anxiety crept in — yesterday's two hundred points hadn't produced a single useful item.

Okay. First pull, dogshit luck!

I didn't get disappointed over something this small. I tossed the white round candy into my mouth. Sweetness flooded across my tongue. Nothing special about the flavor itself — this candy was just sweet. But that sweetness was lethally good. Even someone as picky as me had to give this candy its due.

I've got about two hundred of these stashed away.

They were perfect for when my mouth got bored. And occasionally, when Han Harin was in a foul mood, handing her one of these candies would smooth things over.

Trash.

I clicked my tongue at the pink shirt. I'd already tried this one. The first time I saw it, it seemed pretty novel — a fun item — so I put it on and went outside to test the effect.

Maybe my expectations had been too high. The shirt didn't just disappoint me; it actively pissed me off. The pity it generated was far too weak. The kind of mild sympathy you'd feel for a stranger who tripped on the sidewalk. That was it.

The variance by person is brutal too. Plenty of people feel nothing at all.

I tore the shirt apart and tossed it in the trash. The moment it ripped, the effect vanished and it became an ordinary rag.

Another dud.

With my overflowing virility, I had zero need for this. Still, it was more useful than the Hug Me Shirt. At least I could gift it to someone else.

Jin Se-yeon especially liked these. Han Harin didn't mind them either, once she knew they actually worked.

Handing them out was a solid way to build favorability. Nobody hated receiving something good for their health, even if it tasted like garbage.

I've got about thirty of these… I should send some to my parents.

Clearing inventory. Or rather, being a dutiful son. They'd appreciate ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it.

Should ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I wait and gift them on Parents' Day? Play the filial card with red ginseng. Though they seem to prefer cash more…

Well, whatever. I'd keep these too.

"A computer graphics card? First time I've seen one of these…. Well, shoes come out of this thing, so it's not that weird."

No packaging. Just a bare graphics card sitting there.

I wasn't particularly interested. I didn't know computers. Handing me a graphics card just left me stranded — I didn't even know how to install the thing.

For a PC, I can just buy whatever's expensive.

I was a B-Class Hunter. I had money. When you had money, you stopped sweating the details.

I tossed the graphics card into a corner of the living room and kept drawing. Then I checked the next item, and a cheer tore out of me before I could stop it.

"Fuck! It dropped! Oh yesss!!"

It was an onahole.

I had a very private hobby: collecting the onaholes that came out of the random draws. As this drop made clear, the onaholes from the gacha were anything but ordinary. They were replicas of the actual pussies of famous women from history!

It'll be identical to the real thing. This came from the Leisure Life App, after all!

Leisure Life items were the real deal. The app could resurrect the dead and rewind the time of entire worlds. An app with that kind of power couldn't reproduce an actual pussy in onahole form?

Collection just expanded. Heh heh.

This was the third piece in the collection, following Yang ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Guifei and Hwang Jini.

I didn't use onaholes that often. But the ones from the random draws were different. I used those two or three times a week.

Because they're not ordinary onaholes.

I picked up Marie Antoinette's onahole.

From the first touch, the texture was nothing like a silicone toy. It was soft the way real human skin was soft. Body heat was reproduced too, so it was warm. Even more impressive — the pubic hair had been meticulously recreated.

So Marie Antoinette had hair around her asshole too…. I've learned a historical truth…!

I didn't trim the hair with scissors. The whole point of this onahole's value was the complete, faithful reproduction. I brought my nose to the pussy. A vivid, living scent rose from it. Not just the shape of the pussy and asshole — the smell and taste had been perfectly recreated as well.

The only downside is that you can't fuck the asshole and the pussy at the same time.

Still, fingering the asshole while thrusting into the pussy was doable. And vice versa.

I began caressing the onahole with gentle hands. The previously unresponsive pussy and anal entrance twitched. I wasn't surprised — I'd already learned how to handle these through the other onaholes in my collection.

The pussy grew hotter. The clitoris swelled. The pink labia deepened a shade. I rubbed the folds lightly with the tip of my index finger.

Fluids began to secrete.

If the juices are starting to spill out, it's ready to take.

Marie Antoinette's pussy was the wet type.

I pulled down my pants and freed my cock. It was already hard. But I didn't shove it into the onahole right away.

Just ramming it in is amateur hour.

I pushed my index finger deep into the onahole's pussy. Warm, slick vaginal walls clenched around my finger.