Chapter 135
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 135
Chapter Title: Aebom's Demands
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“Um, excuse me... I'm sorry. It's just that I really wanted to help you out, Hyunwoo...”
Huh?
Seeing Han Aebom stammer through her apology like that, I finally grasped how serious the situation was. Was this really the same woman who'd just hounded me so mercilessly I could barely catch my breath? I was left utterly dumbfounded, but it hit me anew just how earnestly she took everything.
There was a type like Han Aebom. Someone who took even offhand jokes with dead seriousness. Not that it was a bad thing. No, the problem was me—me, who'd tossed a shock like that at her as a prank.
'Ugh, you fucking idiot.'
If I'd decided to build a harem like Oh Hana said, then I had to do it right. But I'd just nodded along without a second thought. In reality, I hadn't given a damn about any of it.
'What a piece-of-shit bastard.'
It suddenly made sense why, at my age, I was still slaving away at a convenience store job, cursing the world like the trash I was. Just like Han Aebom had said earlier—talented people, successful people, they seized opportunities on their own. Not for idiots who let advice go in one ear and out the other.
'Han Aebom isn't Oh Hana, and Oh Hana isn't Han Aebom.'
If I truly wanted to build a harem and keep things running smoothly as a group, I had to recognize those differences clearly and handle each of them in a way that suited who they were.
For example, like this.
“If Aebom comforts me right now, I think it'd make me feel a bit better.”
“Really?”
I wouldn't have made such a shameless demand to Oh Hana or Yoon Sua. They'd have me fumbling over apologies, insisting it was just a joke, while they comforted me instead. Oh Hana would've laughed it off playfully with an “I knew it,” brushing it aside casually, and Yoon Sua would've beamed with innocent relief, saying how glad she was.
But not Han Aebom.
If I tried playing it off as a joke here or said her reaction made me feel even guiltier, she'd stew in that unease all day. No, she preferred it when I brazenly asked her to clear it up. The type who wouldn't owe anyone a debt, even on her deathbed.
“How would you like me to comfort you?”
“Yeah.”
I glanced subtly at Oh Hana, who was still playing the spider clinging to Han Aebom's shell, practically screaming it. Time to turn this crisis into an opportunity.
“Let's have sex right in front of Hana.”
“...!”
Han Aebom's eyes widened in circles, then narrowed fiercely the moment they landed on Oh Hana. She looked like the world had personally offended her.
“Can't it be something else? Anything but that would be fine.”
Her attitude—agreeing to pretty much anything else—tempted me for a second, but I shook my head. Han Aebom's face fell like she'd lost her country. Then she started fiddling with the fork on her apology fruit plate, glaring daggers at Oh Hana.
“Gasp! What the—? I just saw a future where I lose my eyesight!”
Oh Hana scrambled behind Yoon Sua with a thud, and Han Aebom clicked her tongue, setting the fork down. I couldn't help but pat my chest in relief, wondering if she'd actually stab her. Oh Hana might follow through on threats, but Han Aebom was no pushover either.
“Sigh... No helping it. I do think I went a bit overboard myself. I'll accept your request, Hyunwoo. I can guess why you'd ask for something like that.”
I scratched my cheek. When it came to achieving anything, the first breakthrough was key. Plowing through that initial barrier.
To shamelessly date everyone here at once, convincing and satisfying Han Aebom was the biggest hurdle. In that sense, using this chance to smash through one of the things she hated most seemed like a smart move.
'Didn't think she'd actually go for it, though.'
I was mumbling that to myself inwardly.
“But in return, I need to get something out of it too.”
“Pardon?”
“I'll pay for my mistakes, but I still deserve compensation for helping you out in the first place.”
Of course. Han Aebom was never an easy woman. A master negotiator, squeezing every last bit even in a moment like this.
“What is it you want...?”
Not a lie—that earlier negotiation sim might've traumatized me. My voice trembled just asking Han Aebom. She let out a soft chuckle and pulled me into a tight hug.
“No need to be so scared, Hyunwoo. I'm not planning anything outrageous.”
“Ah, okay.”
What was this feeling? Her embrace was warm, but it sent a slight chill down my spine too. Han Aebom definitely had sadistic tendencies, from what I'd seen. Come to think of it, her erogenous zones had that 'Queen' keyword, right?
“First, buy me a vertical monitor. As a gift to me. For my... ahem, writing activities.”
She'd bragged about how she could manipulate people easily with the internet, yet here she was, even deeper in it herself. Seemed more hooked than ever on those community antics.
'They say late learners make the fiercest thieves...'
Of all things to get addicted to, Aebom?
“And finally, I want three pairs of your panties worn for at least two days, two t-shirts, one hat, and one pair of socks. Not to keep forever—I'll toss them in the laundry basket myself once time's up.”
“...”
“...”
“...”
The room fell silent at her utterly unexpected demand, until Oh Hana spoke for everyone.
“Wow, she's a total psycho. No, a pervert— Eek!”
Crack! An apple came flying out of nowhere, smashing into the wall beside Oh Hana and splattering juice everywhere. Oh Hana trembled violently, her eyes screaming genuine relief that it wasn't the fork.
“Did I ask for anything unreasonable? I think this is fair value. Like I said earlier, Hyunwoo—you know my situation. Putting aside pride, you know how huge a decision it was for me to call my family again.”
Oh, right—she'd mentioned revenge against her family was part of it too.
'True, but...'
She was emphasizing the gravity, yet the items she demanded were so absurd. Panties I'd worn for over two days, t-shirts... Damn, even I had to admit that was straight-up pervy...
“Got it. I think it's a fair price for what I owe.”
I answered lightning-fast the moment Han Aebom glanced at me while toying with her fork. I swear I felt her killing intent for real just then. Panties could wait—life came first. And honestly, compared to what I was gaining, it was dirt cheap.
Han Aebom thrust out her hand abruptly, satisfied with my response.
“Good. Then let's call this negotiation closed.”
I stared at her bright, joyful smile—like she'd conquered the world. What a captivating woman. She might blush a little, but she boldly demanded what she wanted without shame.
I clasped her hand firmly.
“That was a great experience. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
It felt like I'd taken a one-sided beating, but if I absorbed even half of what I'd felt in the process, I was sure I'd become a far better man than I was now.
At the same time, recalling Han Aebom from the negotiation, I curled my lips into a smirk.
“Well, now it's my turn?”
“Pardon?”
“The Aebom from the negotiation might've been an overwhelming force of despair, honestly. But if we're talking that way, I've got confidence on the naughty side too.”
I meant it.
If she could somehow check my rank with that 'Rank Check' skill, there'd definitely be something like [Pervert, SS+] in there. And I'd even leveled up another notch just yesterday with Oh Hana.
“I'll give you that.”
Huh?
“Every time I browse the community, I feel it—no man's quite like you, Hyunwoo. Gentle when you're gentle, pervy when you're pervy, and when you tap into a woman's instincts, you're savage and strong.”
Hey, you don't have to say that last part so seriously...
“That's why it's a bit of a shame. If we're thinking mass appeal or profitability, this niche is pretty minor. Otherwise, you could've been world-famous, Hyunwoo.”
“Ah, I see.”
I nodded and pulled Han Aebom toward me. Listening to her cool analysis and future planning any longer would melt my brain in a whole different way. My pervert talent might be SS, but my brains were solidly B-grade. Hell, B would be lucky. Damn.
“Ah...”
Now nestled against me, Han Aebom flinched and glanced at Oh Hana for a split second before her eyes glazed over dreamily. This was a jackpot in its own right. A woman so poised and charismatic turning full pervert the moment she caught my scent.
“Aebom.”
“Y-Yes?!”
That 'gap' thing really drove people insane. Watching Han Aebom, I finally got why folks bought titles like 'Bossy Female Superior Submits to My Cock.'
Chilling yet thrilling? Seeing something unfold that you'd swear could never happen based on her usual vibe—it was way more stimulating than expected.
Unable to hold back, I crushed her face into my crotch so her nose buried right in. Hotter, fevered breaths started spilling from Han Aebom's lips.
“Sniff, ha... haa, slurp, ha.”
“If you want a stronger whiff, take it off for me.”
Han Aebom nodded and deftly stripped my clothes off, leaving just my panties. She even hesitated intensely before handing the removed stuff to Yoon Sua. What was she thinking?
“Gulp.”
Han Aebom eyed my panties and the heavy bulge pushing them out, swallowing hard. And just as she leaned in like always...
“Ooh, finally gonna watch big sis Aebom get it on.”
“...!”
Her pupils quaked like an earthquake at the curious voice from the side. Her ears flushed red with shame, and her face started pulling back—but I grabbed her head with both hands and pressed it right into my panties.
“Mm, ngh...! Nn, mmmph!”
“Breathe, Aebom. No, not with your mouth—with your nose.”
“Sniff, ha... grr, snff, haa, haa... mmm.”
“Yeah, good. You're doing great.”
“Ahh, grr, snff... slurp, ha, haa, haa... mmm, mmm...”
Even the mighty Han Aebom tried pulling back at first from the embarrassment of Oh Hana watching, but my iron grip left her twitching helplessly. She couldn't budge an inch, forced instead to rub her nose even more frantically against my bulging cock.
“Mmm, haa, nghh... haa, Hyunwoo's cock smell, mmm, love it, ngh, haa, haa... slurp, haa...”
Just a minute of sniffing, and her switch was fully flipped already.
Oh Hana, watching from the side, gaped wide-mouthed.
“Whoa... You gotta go that hard to call it a real scent fetish anywhere.”
Yoon Sua giggled softly and chimed in.
“Right? Looks so good.”
