Chapter 13

My face must have been flushed with excitement. My heart was racing as I imagined what Owen had done to Seolbin.

That emotion had sprung from anger, yet somehow it had become tangled with raw sexual arousal. The two feelings had blended so completely that even I couldn't tell them apart.

Or perhaps they were simply two sides of the same coin.

Either way, I couldn't hold back any longer.

I needed to know exactly how far Seolbin had allowed Owen to go in the massage room. The curiosity was driving me insane.

Even as my cock throbbed painfully against my stomach, I asked her the question burning in my throat.

"Seolbin. Tell me what happened today."

At my sudden outburst, her eyebrows trembled. That pure, innocent reaction only stirred a deeper sense of depravity inside me.

Was my intensity too much for her? Or was she simply too ashamed to face me? Seolbin couldn't meet my fevered gaze.

Her cheeks burned a deep crimson. Even during our very first time together, she hadn't been this embarrassed.

That expression ignited a strange jealousy in me. The thought that she might have shown this face to Owen...

A peculiar sadistic urge began to creep through me. Yet I couldn't even tell whether that cruelty was directed at myself or at her.

All I knew was that I was on the verge of losing my mind if I didn't find out what Owen had done to her.

Had she let him penetrate her?

Had they even kissed?

Seolbin had turned her face away, but I pressed her again, my voice almost pleading.

"Seolbin... I'm dying to know..."

In the heavy silence filled only with our ragged breathing, she finally parted her lips after a brief pause.

"S-Siwoo..."

She turned back to me, her eyes searching mine as if trying to read my true intentions. The only answer I could give her was the wild hunger burning in my pupils.

Those clear, deep blue eyes seemed to peer straight into my soul. After gazing at me for a long moment, she continued.

"I'm sorry, Siwoo... The truth is, Owen..."

"..."

"He tried to force himself on me... and I couldn't resist..."

With that sorrowful look and trembling voice, Seolbin confessed everything to me. What filled her tone was pure guilt.

But.

When I peeled back that single layer of hesitation, I couldn't help but wonder if she was also a little aroused.

Was this just my imagination?

Maybe I had become completely consumed by lust. Even though her confession had been made with good intentions, my mind had twisted it into something perverse.

I urged her with my eyes to continue. My expression must have looked painfully strained.

Finally, Seolbin opened her lips with great difficulty. Her normally clear voice now carried a faint, delicate tremor.

"So... in the end..."

Gulp—

Without realizing it, I swallowed hard. My mouth had been flooded with saliva.

She hesitated for a moment, then her flushed face moved as she spoke again.

"Owen forced himself inside me... Siwoo... I'm truly sorry... I really, really am..."

The words finally left her lips. I had expected it to some degree, but hearing her confirm it so definitively felt like an ice pick driving straight into the top of my skull. Yet almost immediately, that sharp point seemed to pierce my pleasure center, sending electric jolts through my entire body.

The thrilling rush that came from pure depravity.

In the end, I—

Spurt!!

Spurt spurt spurt!!!!

I came without even being inside Seolbin. The shame of it was overwhelming.

Yet even as I climaxed, I desperately chased the pleasure, grinding my cock against her lower belly.

Even though I had already jerked off once earlier, an unbelievable amount of semen poured out. It overflowed from her navel, coating her stomach in thick, sticky ropes.

Only after the long aftershocks of my orgasm finally subsided could I clearly see the expression on Seolbin's face as she looked at me.

The guilt she had shown over losing her chastity had faded. Now her eyes held a mixture of surprise and discovery, as if she had found something entirely new.

As I met that gaze, my sanity slowly returned. Once the lingering pleasure began to fade, regret crashed over me for my childish behavior.

My face must have looked utterly deflated. That was when Seolbin gazed at me with tender, affectionate eyes.

And then...

Pat— pat—

She gently stroked my back. I remained awkwardly straddling her, simply accepting her comfort.

"Siwoo... it's okay. I can understand a little..."

"Seolbin..."

She pulled me into her warm, comforting embrace.

In this abnormal situation, even my Siwoo had become strange. The moment I confessed what Owen had done to me, he came instantly...

I knew Siwoo tended to finish quickly, but not like this.

It must have been because my confession was too stimulating...

And because he had been holding himself back alone in the room, under immense psychological pressure... That must have been why.

I never imagined Siwoo would get this excited in such a situation, but it wasn't entirely unexpected either.

When I was stroking Owen's cock and helping him cum with my hand, and when he forced himself on me, the mini-version of Siwoo in the corner of my status window had been making an unmistakably aroused face.

After seeing that, and after hearing Owen ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠say that Siwoo had a netorase fetish, I had already prepared myself to some extent.

If our Siwoo truly had that kind of kink, I would understand and accept it...

So even though it was incredibly strange, I could accept it. Because it was Siwoo, after all.

Most importantly, even if he got excited by such things, he hadn't been the one to force me into this situation.

He was simply trying to complete the missions the cruise system had given us.

But...

The humiliation I suffered at Owen's hands was impossible to forget. And the fact that Siwoo had become like this was also because of that man.

So I had to resolve all of this.

Once the mission was over and he got off the cruise...

I would do it with my own hands.

Netorase confession.

What Seolbin had given me was nothing short of a netorase confession.

In the past, when I had heard stories ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about couples who enjoyed that kind of thing during sex, I couldn't understand it at all...

But now I knew exactly what it felt like.

Honestly... it had felt even more thrilling than having normal sex with Seolbin.

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Yes. I should just admit it.

Perhaps the act of netorase stimulated a man's darkest sexual desires. But this kind of behavior couldn't continue. Especially not when the person involved was Owen, the leader of the Baeksang Guild.

Once the mission was complete and he left the cruise, I would...

For Seolbin's sake.

And for the sake of our relationship.

I would slit that bastard's throat.

Yes. That would be easy.

He could transform his physical strength into tangible form, but no matter what tricks he used, he would never be able to stop me from distorting the spatial coordinates around his neck.

Normally I preferred to distort space in a straight line for a clean decapitation.

But this time, maybe I would make it messy. I would tear into his throat until it was nothing but ragged flesh.

Or perhaps it would be more fun to slice away everything except the spinal cord and a few nerves connected to the brain.

With those dark plans settled in my mind, I closed my eyes beside Seolbin.

She must have been exhausted from everything that had happened today, because she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Setting aside all those schemes and simply lying next to her felt undeniably good. Just having her beside me lifted my spirits.

Seolbin's unique scent gently filled my nostrils. A soft, subtle aroma of vanilla milk.

Warm. Incredibly feminine.

Just breathing it in made my cock twitch back to life.

I opened my eyes and stole a glance at her sleeping face.

Even after being violated by Owen and being forced to give me that netorase confession, her face was still as beautiful as a sculpture.

How could she maintain such a pure, innocent appearance after going through something so brutal?

Or maybe it was because she had showered?

If Owen had sprayed his cum all over her face... if that pure, elegant face had been...

Fuck.

Before I knew it, those filthy fantasies were rising again. My pathetic cock stood at full attention once more. The urge to climb on top of her while she slept surged violently inside me.

But I couldn't do that.

So I could only imagine those things inside my head.

I had to admit it.

Today, I hadn't gotten a complete netorase report from Seolbin.

All I had heard was that Owen had forced his way inside her.

I didn't know what other acts had taken place. I didn't know how she had felt.

I couldn't let it end like this. That was why my brain was spinning out these obscene fantasies on its own.

In any case, I was a crazy bastard too. I should get some fresh air.

I left the sleeping Seolbin in bed and stepped out of the room.

As I walked down the corridor and stepped onto the deck, the salty sea breeze brushed against the bridge of my nose.

But it was different from the refreshing sea breeze of daytime. The cold wind blowing across the darkness-devoured ocean carried an unsettling chill.

Perhaps this feeling came from the guilt I felt toward myself—for pushing Seolbin into that situation and still indulging in such filthy fantasies...

???

No. This feeling had a real basis.

Yes. It wasn't just the atmosphere. This was the wariness of an S-class hunter.

But the mission was already complete, and everyone was asleep. What could possibly be happening in the middle of the night?

!!!!

A sudden flash of intuition struck me.

Sodam. I had completely forgotten about Sodam!

She had always been quiet by nature. And because she didn't want to intrude on my private vacation with Seolbin, she had been even more reserved aboard the cruise.

Because I had been so focused on completing the mission, I had momentarily forgotten she even existed.

Now that my mind had reached that point, I immediately concentrated, trying to sense her presence.

The bar lounge!

With mechanical precision, I recalled the coordinates of the bar lounge. My entire body seemed to sink down a layer as a floating sensation washed over me.

This was the spatial teleportation magic that had helped me reach the pinnacle of S-class hunters.

Shhhk—

I had teleported to the bar lounge. It was a mechanical, reflexive use of magic that had become second nature.

But perhaps because my mental state wasn't normal?

I had arrived inside the storage room of the bar lounge. A rather cramped iron-walled storage space used to keep non-perishable food.

I had missed my intended coordinates by a small margin several times before, but that had been back when I was still inexperienced with magic.

For my spatial teleportation to be off target now, after all this time, meant my mind was not at peace.

Because magic reacted sensitively to the caster's mental and emotional state.

Still, it was fortunate that the deviation was only slight. At least I hadn't gotten stuck in some in-between space.

I should get out of here first. It was far too cramped and hot.

If my intuition was correct, Sodam should be inside this bar lounge right now. I just needed to confirm she was safe.

The moment I twisted my body to open the iron door from inside the storage unit—

???

The message hit me like a hammer to the back of my head. The tension it caused forced me to carefully crack open the iron storage door.

Through the narrow gap, I saw...