Date (2)
Date (2)
She walked out pretending to be nonchalant, as if nothing had happened, but Eunha was trembling in her own way. She regretted doing that clueless backflip in front of Dojin.
'Crazy, I'm crazy......'
The reason she tripped at the mansion was due to Aram and Ga-hee's advice.
A woman should always be feminine, and femininity means fragility—they'd convinced her of that.
Pretending to be feminine was incredibly difficult. The femininity people talked about was basically instinctive behavior to seduce men, and that was a skill Eunha, who couldn't even properly befriend a single guy, let alone date one, absolutely lacked.
'Why did I slip there of all places......'
A Level 3 adventurer tripping over her own feet? Ridiculous. She could probably walk around just fine even if her ankle got chopped off.
And yet, Eunha had pretended to be fragile and fallen at the mansion, and Dojin had fallen for her act and caught her.
Perfect up to that point.
It had been close to perfect even when they arrived at the aquarium.
But of all things, stepping in water and falling.
Falling on purpose because you want to fall is different from unexpectedly tumbling down.
Eunha's trained instincts had kicked in the moment her body started to fall, putting every ounce of effort into regaining balance.
Thanks to that, she'd spun once in the air and landed with what could be called elegant grace...... but that wasn't ladylike at all. Far from fragile, it was way too sturdy.
"Eunha."
"Uh, yeah!?"
"You okay?"
"What......?"
Hearing Dojin's voice from behind, she froze, wondering if she'd messed up again, and started fidgeting.
It was always like this. At school, at home.
Especially at home—she'd get hit for spacing out like an idiot—so she knew better than anyone how bad it was.
Luckily, Dojin just grinned and pinched her cheek. It didn't hurt, but it felt weird.
"Tho cuteh?"
"Cutely."
As he pinched and stretched her cheek, saying that, Eunha felt her heart pounding. Cute? Was she really cute?
She knew her own looks best. Nothing special. Calling this face pretty would be arrogance, overconfidence.
Ah, her mood was sinking again. Just thinking about herself always made her depressed like this.
That's why she liked Dojin. He let her completely forget herself in her head and focus only on him.
He made her fully realize she was just a biological machine made of electrical signals of 0s and 1s, associating images from reading them.
Drip-
Thinking that, a single strand of vaginal fluid trickled from her lower body.
Lewd. For her tiny little body, her sex drive seemed compressed inside like it was double everyone else's.
Did Dojin hate lewd women? Who knows. If he abandoned her, she'd just die. With that thought, she grabbed the hem of Dojin's clothes.
"Um, Dojin......"
"Found you!"
And right then, someone interrupted her and appeared between them. Eunha whipped her eyes toward him with a glare.
A man. A stranger, annoying, cutting me off? Should I kill him? I wish he'd drop dead.
As Eunha glared at the man with murderous intent, he casually walked up and opened his mouth.
"Nice to meet you! This is me!"
Dojin took the business card handed to him and read the words on it.
Mera Theater Troupe Director.
Mera.
A cultural figure from the arts world who seemed to have zero connection to mere adventurers had shown up.
"......Theater troupe director?"
"Yep!"
When he looked at him saying that, Mera started grinning with a friendly smile. But now that they knew who he was, even that smile looked like contrived acting.
"Why would someone like you come to us?"
"Well, that backflip earlier...... I saw it."
"Ah...... that."
It was surprising even to Dojin himself, so he slowly nodded. When you thought about fighting monsters in the dungeon, that level of athleticism was a given.
"So, what about it?"
"Actually, I'm looking for a new ballerina this time...... but I haven't found the right person."
"Ballерина......?"
"Oh, you don't know? A ballerina is someone who does ballet, that dance......"
"I know, but why Eunha from the troupe?"
"I was convinced the moment I saw that move. Ah, this person has to do ballet—it's a talent bestowed by the god of ballet—!"
Saying that, he reached out to grab Eunha's hand.
Dojin tried to stop him, but Eunha's hand moved first.
Crack-!
"Uh......?"
"......Don't touch me carelessly."
Hearing Eunha's voice laced with killing intent, Dojin immediately placed his hand on Mera's shoulder and absorbed his pain.
Crack—the pain of a broken hand rushed in, but he converted it to pleasure with a smile.
Even though he'd heard the bone snap, feeling no pain, Mera looked at his own hand and tilted his head.
"Wha, what? Clearly......"
"Hold on."
Dojin pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and fixed it so the man's hand couldn't move.
Then, he advised him to go to a hospital.
"As you can see...... she's not someone who needs to do ballet or whatever."
"This strength...... you're an adventurer? And a pretty high-rank one......"
"Yeah, something like that."
High-level adventurers were a high-income job that surpassed most professionals. It wasn't for nothing that Dojin had been able to buy a building in just a few months.
But Mera didn't give up easily. Well, if he were the type to quit midway, he couldn't have survived in the arts.
"......Still, I won't give up. Our troupe's doors are always open! I'll be waiting anytime!"
Dojin nodded that he got it, then took Eunha to the next date spot written in Pion's notebook.
As they headed there, he glanced at Eunha's expression—she looked like she was pondering something.
"Wanna do it?"
"Yeah......"
"You can."
"......Huh? Ah, no! I was thinking something else."
"Something else?"
Dojin was incredibly curious what she could've been thinking to answer "yeah" to his "wanna do it?"
But it was still early afternoon; no need to dig into that secret right away. Adventurers had stamina, and Level 3 Eunha and Dojin even more so.
If they didn't burn it off running around like this, they'd probably be stuck together until sunrise tomorrow......
"Then next—"
Dojin said that as he guided Eunha to the next date spot.
Anyway, they had to move. Act like they were dying tomorrow.
Or they might actually die tomorrow.
The effect of the notebook Pion gave them was tremendous.
Whether it was because neither Eunha nor Dojin had ever experienced culture before, or because Pion's info was pure gold, they hadn't even visited 5% of the places in the notebook, yet the sun was already starting to set.
"Already this late."
"Yeah......"
"Wanna eat out for once?"
When Dojin said that, Eunha asked why, when there were maids at the mansion.
At that, Dojin muttered "Isn't that the point......" and scratched his cheek.
"If we go back now, the kids'll grill you......"
"......Huh?"
"You won't get alone time with me. That okay?"
"Ah......"
Only then did Eunha realize why Dojin was suggesting dinner. The mansion was big, but it was shared living space with the kids.
Soundproofing was good, individual room privacy solid, but if the kids latched onto her for chit-chat, sneaking out would be nearly impossible.
So, this was Dojin's green light to her.
To spend a hot night together......
Of course, Eunha—who'd had nothing but those thoughts since midday—had no reason to refuse.
They arrived at a place that was like a fancy hotel with inn rooms and a restaurant combined, and Dojin immediately booked a room and food, then sat down.
"It's a course meal."
As they ate the food that came out shortly after, Dojin kept glancing at Eunha.
Ever since meeting that troupe director, she'd been spacing out like she was hypnotized.
"Eunha?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"Want to do ballet?"
"......It's fine."
But Dojin had a gut feeling Eunha would do ballet. Why? He didn't know the reason.
After dinner, just as she wanted, Eunha succeeded in clinging to Dojin all night in the inn room.
After cumming so hard she thought she'd die, then once more until she was completely limp, the two only came to their senses after the sun was high in the sky, and even after returning to the mansion, they were so drained they couldn't do a thing.
Like souls sucked out, they couldn't do anything but stare blankly.
Only at evening did Eunha snap out of it and remember the guy who'd approached her yesterday. She didn't recall his face or name, but he was definitely in the arts.
'Street casting, huh?'
For Eunha, who'd thought that only happened to pretty, cute girls, it was unimaginable.
Of course, what he wanted was her physical prowess, not her looks... but still, someone needing her was hard to refuse.
'......Should I try?'
The thought popped up. Ballerina—definitely showing off her skills to everyone.
There was "swan of the stage," but it was a job where skill mattered more than looks. No one pays to see ballerinas who are too far to see clearly.
In that case, she had it. She was a Level 3 adventurer, after all. She was confident in her body.
And above all......
'I want to be useful.'
She wanted to be someone others looked up to.
She wanted everyone to want her, to desire her.
She wanted to be loved by all.
The reason she wanted to be that person? Simple.
'Then Dojin would love me even more, right?'
Dojin was human too.
Better a gem of a woman than a roadside pebble.
And what separated pebble from gem was people's attention.
If she got attention and love from countless people, even she—a mere pebble—could become a gem.
She'd become a gem of a woman.
And gift herself to Dojin.
Be loved.
And be loved by him.
It wouldn't be hard. The kids were all doing what they wanted.
Right now, she had nothing specific, so she followed Dojin and Seoyun into the dungeon, but if she found something she wanted, Dojin would respect her will anytime.
'Just a bit worried about leaving those two in the dungeon......'
She knew their relationship well anyway.
But they wouldn't start anything even in the dungeon.