Chapter 56
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 56
Chapter Title: We're Your Property, Master (1)
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The wisest way to spend a summer night.
Turn on the AC to let cool air fill the room,
then slip under a cozy, fluffy blanket and drift off to sleep.
Not cheap on electricity, sure.
But as the saying goes: you work to afford relaxing body and mind like this.
"Mm...."
He always spent his nights this way, no exception.
'My back feels so warm... guess I woke up properly this time.'
Unlike that eerie, damp chill from moments ago,
now it was the usual soft, pleasant fluffiness.
Proof they'd returned to the real world—not that pitch-black lake where he'd met the Evil God.
"No wonder my arm felt so heavy...."
Cracking his eyes open carefully... Flora and Athena lay on either side, clutching his arms in sleep.
'We went at it till dawn yesterday, then passed out?'
He remembered sex with the two magical girls in their bunny suits, at least.
Maybe the champagne Athena kept pouring didn't help,
but everything after was a blur.
He enjoyed casual drinks and wasn't weak to booze,
but the heated mood probably got him sloshed faster.
"Yeah... weekend. No rush."
Trying to wriggle free of the two females' iron grips to check the time,
he recalled yesterday was Friday and eased up.
"Ung...."
"Huum...."
'Did I wake them moving?'
A slight shift to free his arms, and the pair let out odd murmurs.
Dead asleep without a sound moments before,
yet one tiny motion roused them.
Truth was, sans clock check, sunrise had come and gone.
No night owl? Your body clock drags you up regardless.
"Yaaawn...."
"M... Master...."
Athena and Flora: full-fledged working magical girls.
Society's gears turned relentlessly,
and bucking your bio-rhythm to match? Near impossible.
"Good morning...."
Flora, for whom bunking with Jae-hyun felt natural now.
"Good morning.... Ah!?"
Athena, though? Few all-nighters together meant,
upon snapping alert, she jolted—face beet-red, hands flying up to hide it.
'Can't let Master see me like this...!'
Hair a tangled mess,
face no doubt puffy from sleep.
Mortifying to bare such a sight to her beloved Master.
"Good morning, both of you."
Arms finally liberated, Jae-hyun slung the bedside shirt over himself mid-greeting.
"You both look flushed... AC too chilly?"
"Ah... No! Ahaha...."
Worried they'd caught cold from the draft, but
Athena brushed it off, pivoting bathroom-ward.
First: salvage the puffiness and bedhead.
"Not too cold for you, Flora?"
"You're killer in bed, yet clueless about women?"
"Pardon?"
Flora had clocked Athena's embarrassment the instant she rubbed her eyes.
She'd felt the same at first—utterly mortified.
Sure, repeated nights together dulled it,
but she still primped her mess first thing.
"Athena wants you seeing only her cute, pretty side,
but mornings? Total vulnerability—hair, face, all wrecked."
"Eh? No need to fuss."
"Say that a hundred times... doesn't change her view."
Smartphone camera on, Flora combed knots, cleansing wipe across her face, fingers kneading swells.
She just hid her shame better.
'Sigh... slips through anyway....'
Dating? Barely counts.
Till these two, Jae-hyun's opposite-sex experience was sparse.
Inept spots when handling women? Inevitable.
Flora and Athena hit the shower; Jae-hyun headed living room.
"Huh... lit up like this, way more intact than it looked."
Club-dark on arrival,
but windows open, lights blazing: sleek modern vibe.
"Starving... anything edible?"
Dinner? Cake slice, champagne flutes. Done.
Fridge-staring like a famished beast.
Contents: cake remnants, spare bubbly. Nada else.
Dinner invite, he'd thought—yet hosts skipped it too.
"Those two must be ravenous."
Pondering breakfast fixes.
Convenience store kimbap/ramen by the party room? Easy.
But one hitch stopped him cold.
Magical girls: condition, health paramount.
Morning carb nukes from a conbini? Too harsh.
"Sandwiches or poke delivery instead?"
Plenty deliver light fare mornings.
App up, address punched, nearby spots scanned.
"Water pressure kinda weak, right?"
"Yeah, felt off."
Spot-on timing: duo emerged, towels swaddling bodies and hair.
"Perfect. Ordering poke or sandwiches... pick your faves?"
"Huh? Poke or sandwiches?"
App screen proffered; puzzled stares.
"Weekend brunch... why not gukbap?"
"Suyuk gukbap for me!"
Heavy hitters over conbini slop—his dilemma nuked.
'Fair... weekend rules relaxed.'
One magical girl mana secret Jae-hyun missed.
High-cal binge? Temp bloat only—digestion snaps figure pristine.
Skip steady fuel? Trouble brews.
Battle energy drain: massive.
Off-duty? Endless training grind.
"Suyuk gukbap for Flora too, then?"
"Nah—mine soondae gukbap.
No ground seasoning; drown in cheongyang slices."
No spice mix, but spicy peppers galore... quirky palate.
"Suyuk one, soondae two it is."
"Wait—Manager's birthday! Our treat!"
"Nah. Gifts overflowed yesterday."
Boob-cream cake kicked off double paizuri, bunny romps.
Birthday bounty? Criminally lavish.
Dinner buy planned originally—but this? Breakfast comp instead.
"Also... something to discuss."
Order done; tone, face solemn.
"Yes? Issue?"
"What's up?"
'Straight shot ok...?'
Pre-wake Evil God chat relayed ahead: corrupt more in magical girl dens.
Old him? Brush off.
Power-tasted now? Utterly right.
But these bureau girls—sudden heel turn to evil? Buy-in?
Hesitation gnawed.
"Power received, corrupted as magical girls... futures may veer wildly off-course."
"Meaning...?"
Context-blind? Confusion fair.
Unaware: Evil God's apostle pick, corruption-granting gift.
Jae-hyun simplified for clarity.
"Power surge post-that-event exact."
"Knew special... but this level? Wild...."
Flora's vibe-shift sense one day;
Athena's dick-clean debut.
His power's doing—they grasped late via rundown.
"Ok, fine... but life-changes how?"
"Like... corrupting others.
Or bureau betrayal, evil alignment."
"Us... evil side?"
"Yeah."
Evil pivot? Faces grave.
'Knew it... bad call.'
Flora's perpetual pout aside—even Athena dour; regret brewed.
Heroines guarding citizens turned villains? Absurd pitch.
...Or so he figured.
"So... problem?"
"We're yours already—corrupted."
Replies? Worlds off-script.