Wish Coupons for the Crazy Bitches (2)
“Can’t I just think of this as taking a few days off from training and playing around with the kids?”
“Manager, playing around is supposed to be for fun, right? In my dictionary, the words ‘playing around’ only count if you put ‘with the Manager’ right in front of them.”
“If you behave during the volunteer work, I’ll play with you for one whole day.”
“Ahaha♪ You mean you’ll play with me for an entire day, however I want, Manager? Are you really that confident? Hmm?”
“……No.”
The result of trying to persuade Calathea separately: failure.
“It’s not really a break. It’s more like showing the public that we’re reflecting on what happened.”
“We didn’t do anything wrong in the first place, Manager. Forcing us to reflect when we haven’t done anything wrong… who ordered such an aesthetically bankrupt act?”
“Ah, no, just forget I said that.”
“I’m asking who gave the order, Manager.”
The result of trying to persuade Audrey separately: another failure.
It wasn’t as if I hadn’t known what kind of women they were, so what exactly had I been hoping for? Still, for everyone’s sake, I had to get them to do the volunteer work no matter what.
“All right, everyone sit on the sofa.”
Thus, a family (or not) meeting was convened. With Calathea on the left sofa and Audrey on the right, I began persuading them again in a serious voice.
“First of all, you both know the media is still talking about what happened last night, right?”
“You might not believe me, Manager, but we only chased away some men who were being rude first.”
“I believe you. While you two were busy getting me drunk and putting me to bed, someone probably came on to you. The problem is that people are more interested in the sensational parts of the incident than the truth.”
“…Did you just say you believe us?”
“Yes, I said I believe you.”
Audrey observed my expression with a strange look in her eyes, then simply pressed her lips shut.
“Anyway, things have turned out this way, so we need to change the direction of public opinion whether you like it or not.”
“What if Madness and I refuse to do it?”
“What can I do? This is a democracy. If public opinion decides it absolutely hates you two, you go back to prison and different kids come out instead.”
“Eugh—that sounds awful.”
“I don’t want that either, so just close your eyes and go do the volunteer work. Okay?”
Even after all this persuasion, they must have really hated the idea; both of them still looked reluctant and kept fidgeting.
At this point, I had no choice but to dangle the bait.
“Fine. If you complete the volunteer work this time, I’ll give each of you one wish coupon.”
And the two fish that bit the hook immediately brightened, snapping at the bait.
“Really? You’ll grant any wish I have with that body of yours, Manager?”
“With the exception of sexual wishes.”
“Then permission to use firearms is allowed, right?”
“…Wishes that threaten others are also forbidden.”
They really were creatures utterly faithful to their desires.
“Aww… I got my hopes up for a second there.”
“I’m disappointed, Manager.”
“I’m disappointed in you two as well…”
Even with those restrictions, the wish coupon bait seemed effective. After a brief moment of consideration, both Calathea and Audrey readily nodded.
“Good. So we’re agreed that you’ll go do the volunteer work in exchange for one wish coupon each?”
“Yes, Manager.”
“But, like… can we use the wish coupon right now? Since it’s already decided we’re going.”
“Huh? Uh, well… go ahead if you want. What are you planning to use it for?”
Calathea put on an expression that looked incredibly shy, then cautiously sidled closer to me. With the bashful gesture of an eighteen-year-old girl confessing to her first love, she opened her mouth.
“Unlock… kissing with the Manager!”
She’s actually insane.
“Could you not talk about people like they’re content you’re unlocking? And I already said no sexual wishes!”
“What’s sexual about kissing, Manager? Isn’t your head the one infested with perverted demons?”
“Then let’s ask Audrey. Audrey, you also think kissing is sexual, right?”
“No.”
Contrary to my expectations, Audrey shook her head as if that wasn’t quite right. Calathea instantly became triumphant.
“See? Kissing isn’t sexual! Even Madness, the master of aesthetics, acknowledges this.”
“How long are you going to keep using that name—”
“Manager! So the kiss is unlocked starting now, right? Right? Right?”
“Uh, um…”
I was really going to end up kissing Calathea continuously? Was this… correct? Still, if handing over one set of lips let me keep a leash on that crazy woman, it wasn’t exactly a bad deal in theory….
“…Then there are two conditions. One, kissing is limited to once per day. Two, in exchange for unlocking kisses, you stop leaving marks on my neck or any other rough mischief.”
“What? That’s different from what you said earlier!”
“Then forget it.”
Calathea fell into serious thought, as if she were contemplating a decision that would save the country. Then she squeezed her eyes shut and nodded.
“Fine. If you let me kiss you, I’ll refrain from other mischief. Satisfied?”
“…Yes. I’ll accept the wish coupon on those terms.”
“Hehe♡ You know a deal is a deal, right, Manager?”
“Wait, no, already—mmph!”
The tragic expression had been a complete lie. In an instant, Calathea’s face bloomed into a bright smile. She threw herself into my arms, naturally straddled my thigh, pulled my neck close, and slammed her lips against mine.
Not even a second after our lips met, hers parted softly and her tongue pushed inside without knocking.
“Manager~ stick your tongue out… c’mon, stick it out for me♪ And hold my waist too…♡”
She was completely brazen now.
But since the condition was allowing one kiss per day, I had no choice but to comply with her demand. Awkwardly, I wrapped my arms around Calathea’s waist and began gently intertwining my tongue with hers, just like we had on the bed last night.
“Chup, chut, chuu… hng, uht, smack, smack—♪”
Just mixing tongues through parted lips, sucking, rubbing our mouths together… if I exaggerated a little, it felt like having oral sex with Calathea. A heat that seemed to melt my brain churned through my skull, then slid down my throat to my heart, spreading from there throughout my entire body.
When I unconsciously tightened my grip on her waist, she laughed joyfully as if delighted and pressed even harder against my lips, moving her tongue more eagerly.
I don’t know how long I sat there dazed, holding Calathea and enjoying the kiss. Around the time my persistently open jaw started to ache, she sucked on my tongue one last time with her lips, then finally released me from the tangle of her arms and legs.
“Haa— haht, haa… haa, whoo…”
My mouth was covered in someone’s saliva, and a sweet scent lingered on my breath. The sensation of Calathea’s slick tongue writhing and stirring inside my mouth still felt vividly present.
I had been forcibly kissed by her several times before, but the feeling of that long, soft tongue twisting freely and ravishing the inside of my mouth refused to become familiar. It was almost like… her tongue was Calathea Unit Two.
“How was the kiss, Manager?”
“…Don’t ask for a review every single time.”
“Why not? I’m curious too…♪”
Looking thoroughly satisfied, Calathea slid closer to me while I was still out of it and whispered languidly into my ear.
“It’s different from when I ate your lips in the counseling room… isn’t it?”
“Could you just—”
“It’s delicious because you took a step toward me, Manager♡”
A step. Those were the words I’d heard after I tried to deceive her by calling her a ‘comrade’ and got properly scolded. If I wanted to know her, I first had to cross the boundary and take one step closer.
“…I don’t recall doing anything like that.”
“Well, it’s more fun when the person himself doesn’t realize it♪”
Calathea gave my lips one last light peck, then giggled as she climbed off me.
“Aah, that was really tasty. Your reaction while you were completely out of it was fun too♡ Then… I’ll look forward to tomorrow?”
She winked at me and headed cheerfully to her room. Maybe because of the heavy kissing we’d just done… yes, definitely because of that, my gaze instinctively followed Calathea’s retreating figure. Especially that tiny hot pants that looked like it was about to burst from—
“Manager.”
“……Ah, yes?”
When I hurriedly turned my eyes forward, I saw Audrey’s coldly frozen gaze. Had she been waiting in front the entire time I was kissing Calathea?
“You were so absorbed in that tasteless kiss that you probably didn’t notice, but just so you know, I’ll be using my wish coupon next time.”
“Uh, yeah…”
“Then I’ll return to my room as well. …Goodbye.”
Even Audrey left the living room radiating cold air. The only one left behind was a pathetic manager who had looked at his assigned prisoner with sexual eyes.
Ever since the gates—those demonic portals—began opening in this world and the high-risk, high-return profession of hunter became widespread, the plummeting birth rate started to rise. It was as if the instinct to reproduce had been stimulated by the constant threat of unpredictable danger. And naturally, the number of orphans skyrocketed as well.
The state began operating orphanages both to raise these children as the next generation of hunters and…
“Manager, is this where we’re doing the volunteer work?”
“Yes. …Doyul Orphanage.”
“The scenery is beautiful.”
The place we had come to today for volunteer work was one of those very institutions. Under the blazing sunlight, a lush forest glowed emerald green, filled with the chirping of insects. A modest entrance stood before us at the end of the road.
Beyond the iron gate was a well-tended green garden and a path made of flat stones placed at intervals. I led the way with Calathea and Audrey—who were following slowly but at least keeping up—along the path. Soon, buildings of modest size appeared on ground paved with artificial gray.
The upper parts of the buildings were covered with traditional Korean tiles like hanok, while the lower parts were ordinary Western-style, creating a clean, harmonious design. And in front of them stood a single female teacher with her hands politely clasped, waiting for us.
“Welcome. You must be Seong Yohan and his party…”
The teacher, wearing a large blue apron, greeted me, then glanced at the two crazy women behind me. Her gaze immediately froze.
“What’s with those eyes? I’m already in a bad mood!”
A blonde madwoman dressed in something that barely qualified as clothing, glaring with axe-like eyes—nothing about her suggested she was here for volunteer work.
“Calathea, don’t cause any trouble. Let’s finish this quickly and go back.”
A silver-haired madwoman who looked proper in a suit on the outside, yet radiated such chilling aura that touching her might kill you, clearly in a foul mood.
Faced with this bizarre combination that could only look suspicious, I gave the orphanage teacher an awkward smile.
“They don’t bite, so please don’t worry too much. They’re just… normal friends.”