Jeong Yeonji
Jeong Yeonji
First, I brought Jeong Yeon-ji into the room.
The room where the heated sex had just taken place.
The air inside was thick with the lewd scent of bodies and the stale reek of cigarettes.
Jeong Yeon-ji shot a glance at Im Soo-ah sprawled out on the bed and grimaced.
It definitely wasn't a pretty sight from a woman's perspective.
That utterly exposed crotch with semen dripping out of it—yeah, not exactly picturesque.
I fixed my gaze on Jeong Yeon-ji, seated across from me, and broke the silence.
"So, what do you think? Settling in?"
At my out-of-nowhere question, Jeong Yeon-ji pursed her lips.
She looked like she was searching for something to say.
Then she quietly murmured.
"...Settling into what?"
"Whether you're getting used to this. You must have picked up on a few things by now."
I casually handed her a soft drink.
A cold soda straight from the fridge.
Contrary to my expectation that she'd hesitate a bit, she took it without a second thought and brought it to her lips.
Glug, glug.
"Burp... Well, I'm still not really sure."
The answer came right after she'd cracked open the can and downed it in one refreshing shot.
The belch was a bonus.
She had a surprisingly bold streak.
Shin Yoo-hwa had described her as the very picture of a demure lady, but... seeing this, that didn't track at all.
If anything, her personality was closer to the easygoing older-sister type.
'Come to think of it, her reputation at the newly built elementary school was pretty notorious.'
Definitely.
The big sisters called her a quack doctor coasting on half-baked skills, playing at being a representative.
Ju Min-hee had viciously dismissed her as a spineless idiot who couldn't hold a conversation.
'Was Shin Yoo-hwa just peddling nonsense again?'
Sure, her looks alone were so exceptional that most celebrities couldn't even compare, but beyond that, nothing seemed to match up.
We'd basically just met, and she belched right in my face.
In what universe did that make her a demure lady?
She didn't even bother covering her mouth.
After letting out that blatant belch, she scratched at her messy hair.
...About as far from demure as you could get, wasn't it?
We'd barely exchanged a few words, but it was already easy enough to guess what she was normally like.
"...You must've been pretty thirsty, huh?"
I narrowed my eyes slightly as I watched her.
Jeong Yeon-ji rolled her eyes for a moment, then gave a small nod.
"It's been a long time since I had cola. Honestly, I've only been drinking water lately."
"Ah... right. That makes sense."
The way she was still gauging my reaction told me she wasn't entirely fearless.
It was just thoughtless rudeness, nothing more.
Well, since everyone always liked her anyway, that kind of behavior probably came naturally.
There's a saying that if you're pretty, most things get forgiven.
Even the kind of eccentricities that would make others recoil, or the dumbass things an idiot does—if your looks can back it up, even that can come across as charming.
Maybe that's why rudeness like this felt so natural to Jeong Yeon-ji.
Because everyone always liked her.
So basic etiquette might just not apply to her.
"Anyway, is that all you wanted to ask? Nothing else? Oh, I can eat these snacks, right?"
Snatch.
She swooped up the snacks sitting on the table and looked at me with a hopeful gleam in her eyes, asking for permission.
Seemed she had more of an appetite than I'd expected.
Especially since Ha-yoon had gone all out with a pretty generous dinner tonight.
Or was there some separate stomach-for-desserts theory at work here?
"Help yourself."
I let out a sigh and waved a hand dismissively, and she beamed as she tore into the snacks.
Crunch, crunch.
Watching her stuff her cheeks full like a hamster and chew away, I found myself wondering why I'd even set this whole meeting up.
'She's supposed to be a med student. Didn't they say she even worked as a resident?'
It was baffling.
In contrast to her cold, intellectual exterior, her behavior was no different from an immature girl.
Honestly, it was kind of a letdown.
She was the next oldest after Kang Ha-rin—twenty-seven years old—and yet she acted like that. It made my head spin.
If anything, her mental age seemed younger than Ha-yoon's...?
Of course, all I'd seen so far were fragmented glimpses, so a hasty judgment was out of the question.
For all I knew, all of this could've been an act.
After all, she was someone who'd managed to survive in a group where you couldn't last without being shrewd, and she'd solidified her position while—remarkably—keeping her virginity intact.
Well, in the end, even that virginity got swiped by Angelica.
"Hey, speaking of which, your trait is regression, isn't it?"
"Munch, munch... gulp. Yes. But it costs a thousand coins per use, so it's kind of a burden."
"Have you ever used it?"
"No. If I had, I would've saved my father first. And I wouldn't have stayed at that school."
She said it casually, but for a fleeting moment, a shadow of sorrow crossed her eyes.
Apparently, her feelings for her family were genuine.
But as if she didn't want to show it in front of me, she made a point of redirecting her attention to her food.
"That's a shame. Looks like what you were hoping for fell apart because of us."
"Yeah, it did. It really is a shame."
The hand that had been working on the snacks stopped.
A deep shadow fell over her face, and moisture welled up in her eyes, glistening.
"He promised... he'd save him. He definitely said he'd save him... Yeah, that's how it turned out. Because of you people."
A faint note of resentment seeped into her voice.
She had every right to feel that way.
If not for us, Jeong Yeon-ji would've used Kim Dong-hwan to scrape together a thousand coins and chosen to revive her father.
But we smashed that entire foundation to pieces, and her plan crumbled along with it.
The boyfriend bound to her by contract was reduced to Ju Min-hee and Shin Yoo-hwa's slave, and the moment his trait was canceled, her father became just another mindless corpse like all the other zombies.
Too much time had already passed, so recovery was impossible.
The 'Original Regression' trait.
As a power that defied the natural order, its scope was limited.
It was a conditional regression with the critical flaw of only being able to turn things back by exactly three hours.
In practical terms, we were no different from the ones who killed her parent.
From our standpoint, though, we'd just gotten our hands on a pricey insurance policy capable of cheating death.
"I'm not going to say I'm sorry. Empty words are useless in this world now."
"I don't want to hear them either. In the first place, it was my own stubbornness and obstinacy. The fact that you ruined my plans does piss me off a little, but... in the end, it just means I wasn't capable enough. Hearing a half-assed apology isn't going to make me feel any better."
Strangely, Jeong Yeon-ji was composed.
The tears that had been brimming had vanished as if they'd never been there at all.
It was hard to tell whether she was suppressing her anger by force of will or if she'd genuinely shaken off most of her emotions.
'I guess she hasn't completely wasted her years after all.'
Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be strange for someone to fly into a rage.
She'd lost the father she'd so desperately wanted to save, and on top of that, she'd been dragged off by complete strangers to serve as a body servant—that was her reality.
An ordinary person would've had their spirit crushed at that point and might have even tried to kill themselves.
Or they'd have thrashed around, screaming that they'd kill me.
"What I actually need right now is a stiff drink and a cigarette. Yeah, that would be enough. That'd help calm this miserable mood, at least a little."
But she didn't do any of that.
As if proving she wasn't ordinary, she instead demanded I hand over cigarettes and booze.
She really was an audacious woman.
I was inclined to give her extra points for this.
It was proof that her mental fortitude was clearly stronger than most.
"You smoke too?"
"I didn't before. But once the world turned into this mess, I couldn't keep my hands off the stuff."
So she'd picked it up relatively recently.
Though for someone who'd only started lately, she was staring at the cigarette pack I'd discreetly pulled out a little too intently.
"It's not a big deal. We'll be spending time together from now on, so that much is nothing."
At those words, her face lit up.
With the corners of her mouth faintly curved upward, she kept her gaze fixed on the cigarettes, a deep longing written all over her face.
"But before that."
Just as I was about to hand them over, I snatched the cigarette pack back.
Given them only to have them snatched away, her expression crumpled mercilessly.
"Was that really necessary? Isn't that kind of mean?"
"You know the saying: you've got to give something to get something."
"You're demanding something from me now? Ha. For the record, I don't have anything."
"What do you mean, nothing? You do."
With a body that fine, how could she have nothing?
Under my blatant gaze, Jeong Yeon-ji let out a long sigh. "Haaaa..."
The look on her face said it all: Men, figures.
"If I give you one blowjob, will you give them to me?"
"Hmm? As you saw, I already went a nice round and got off, so I'm not really in the mood."
"Then what do you want?"
"Your tone's a little casual there?"
"...What do you want, then."
Good.
I flashed a satisfied smirk, then turned around and stuck my ass out.
Since my pants were already off, the sleek, bare contours were fully exposed.
"...You can't be serious."
"They say 'you can't be serious' is what gets you killed."
I smiled even more thickly and told her.
"Lick it. Suck on it and make me cum, and I'll give you one pack."
This was the Anal Kiss Returns, the move Kang Ha-rin had failed at last time.
If this was her first kiss, then her first kiss would've been with my anus.
Her first kiss... with my asshole.
Was that not enough to make my flesh shiver with excitement?
No matter how strong her stomach was, this would be tough for her.
I could vividly picture her recoiling in horror and whining that there was no way she could do it.
'Then it's punishment time.'
The instant that happened, it would be the Sincere Mating Press.
Even if she wailed and thrashed, I'd pump her full until her belly bulged out like a pregnant woman's.
While I was snickering to myself like that, Jeong Yeon-ji, who'd been deep in troubled thought, slowly parted her lips.
"...You really mean that?"
But what came back was an answer I hadn't expected.
Contrary to my prediction that she'd recoil in disgust, she readily accepted the offer.
Absurdly enough, she willingly pressed her face against my ass and let out a warm breath.
"I do mean it, but... hey, you! Slow down!"
Lick, slurp, slrrrp.
As if there was some big rush, Jeong Yeon-ji buried her nose in my ass and sucked at my anus like a madwoman.
Did this woman have no sense of shame?
I didn't care how you looked at it—sucking a stranger's asshole so readily, without a hint of reluctance?
Sure, I'd ordered her to do it, but I never thought she'd actually go through with it...!
"Ngh...!"
Worse, while licking feverishly, she slipped her tongue inside at some point and stimulated my prostate.
My bewilderment was short-lived—immediately after, the urge to ejaculate surged up.
It was a pathetic thing, but the average man tended to shoot his load the moment his prostate was stimulated.
"Ah, shit—it's coming out...!"
I swiftly turned back around, and right before my semen erupted, I crammed my cock into her mouth.
Even in that instant, she didn't stop her tongue.
She showed off a dazzling tongue technique, like she was going at a screwball popsicle.
Gush after gush, the spurting semen traveled down her throat.
When I'd finished my long ejaculation and was savoring the intense afterglow, she opened her mouth to show me the remaining residue.
"Is this... enough?"
Pass.
A passing grade.
I immediately handed over an entire pack of cigarettes.