Chapter 209
Chapter 209
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 11
Chapter Title: Gift
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"..."
-Tweet tweet
The chirping of birds outside the window drifted in.
I woke up from sleep but kept my eyes closed, lying perfectly still as I thought to myself.
'...I'm screwed.'
Yesterday, when I'd had sex with Master, strangely enough, the semen had vanished without a trace afterward, so I could brush it off somehow. But not this time.
There was no way it could have disappeared in that position.
I'd been lying on my side in bed, milked dry, so the blankets, the bed, and maybe even the floor would be a total mess.
No way to hide it from Master, let alone Dang Ayoung.
'...My life's really over.'
In this world, sleeping with your master was on par with sleeping with your parents. My head was already starting to ache just thinking about it.
Honestly, I didn't care much if Master raped me or whatever, but she and everyone around her would.
If she woke up to realize she'd done something awful to her disciple—whom she'd raised like her own child—without even knowing it while she slept...
'...'
I'd never smoked before, but for some reason, I was craving a cigarette today.
Anyway, what was done was done. Lying here with my eyes shut wouldn't change a thing.
I had to deal with the semen before it soaked fully into the blankets.
If I was too late, it'd be faster to just toss everything and buy new.
"Ugh..."
I forced my lower body—which had been squeezed so much it barely had any sensation left—to move and opened my eyes. The sight before me made me freeze solid again.
It was spotless. Again.
The bed, the blankets. Even my clothes were completely clean, without a single trace of semen.
'...Did I dream the whole thing?'
It was so confusing whether what I'd gone through was a dream or reality—no evidence remained of what had happened all night long.
I wondered if Dang Ayoung had cleaned it up, but the bed and blankets were exactly as we'd always used them. And Master cleaning it...
"...Mm..."
-Squeeze
'She's still asleep.'
Thanks to her weakness to morning drowsiness, she was still sleeping in the exact same position.
...Did Master wake up while I was passed out and clean it?
But her position was perfectly unchanged?
Was it really just a dream?
Yesterday and today, I'd shot so much semen—how could there be not a single mark left...
The reality of no traces at all made me doubt if it was all a dream, but then the massive emptiness in my lower abdomen couldn't be explained away.
It was definitely that hollow sensation you feel after being drained to the last drop.
If it had just been a mild emptiness, I could've chalked it up to being off my game today. But this? No way it was just condition.
Your body hurts elsewhere when you're sick—not like it's completely emptied of semen.
But then, no traces anywhere nagged at me...
'What the hell is going on???'
This was weird, that was weird. Total confusion.
I had no clue what had happened.
Yesterday, I could say it got absorbed inside Master's body, but today? No.
In the end, my day started off with this nagging unease.
"...Dang Ayoung. Did you happen to come into my room today?"
"Huh? No, I steered clear entirely so you two could rest easy. What happened?"
"Oh, nothing... Must've been a dream."
When I quietly asked Dang Ayoung while Master wasn't looking, her answer was a firm no.
So she hadn't cleaned it.
'Then the only one left who could've is Master...?'
There was no way no semen had gotten on the bed from the start.
I knew damn well how ridiculously virile this body of mine was.
Even if my eyes were covered by Master, in that position, with internal ejaculation, the semen could've only gone onto the blankets and bed. So that theory was pointless.
...Or maybe this was all just me being off today, and yesterday and today—both incidents with Master—were nothing but my dreams.
Honestly, I'd prefer if it really was a dream.
Sure, I'd feel guilty for fantasizing about Master like that, but it'd be better than her actually raping me.
No awkwardness with her, either.
'Haa.'
From morning, with no sign of resolving the chaos in my head, I was seriously tempted to start smoking.
At least the tobacco in this era probably had less toxins than modern stuff.
With all my recent worries piling up, adding Master's issue on top—I was scared my barely cured insomnia might relapse.
'...Maybe I should have a drink after so long.'
Come to think of it, I hadn't had any alcohol in a while.
Back when I was running the fortune shop, sleeping at inns, living day-to-day, I'd hammered my liver daily. Lately, I'd felt like my blood alcohol was running low.
I hadn't drunk since that near blackout with the Heavenly Demon.
'Oh yeah, she gave me some liquor as payment.'
Lost in the busyness of life, I'd forgotten—but among the Heavenly Demon's payment, there was some liquor that looked insanely valuable.
On a complicated day like today, pounding some booze and relaxing sounded perfect.
I was trying to shake that woman off, but drinking her gift might seem odd...
'...Think of it as compensation for the rape.'
She hadn't exactly been good to me either, so call it even.
It was future her who'd done it, but I'd still suffered—and had nightmares for a while because of it. Time to claim what's mine.
...But thinking like this made it weird too.
No matter how pricey the settlement for rape, a guy okay with one bottle of booze?
'Even whores get paid separately.'
The more I dwelled on it, the deeper I sank, so I shut the thoughts down, unpacked the bundle from back then, and pulled out the wooden box with the liquor.
I hadn't thought much carrying it, but now it felt pretty heavy—decent amount inside.
Perfect timing: Master and Dang Ayoung had left the house, with Dang Ayoung saying she'd show her around the city. I'd seen through her ploy to rack up points and quietly let them go alone.
In other words, I was home alone.
Well, technically one other...
-Quiet
"...W-why are you staring like that? Did I do something wrong..?"
"...No."
As long as I didn't talk to her, she stayed quietly meditating or staring into space, so it was like she wasn't there.
"Hum~ hum~"
Humming to myself at the prospect of liquor after so long, I uncorked the bottle the Heavenly Demon had given me. The fragrant aroma that immediately spread made me smile in satisfaction.
Just the smell confirmed it was top-shelf.
With booze like this, you drink it all at once—that's manners.
Sipping it stingily 'cause it's precious? Only noobs do that.
-Glug glug
I pulled out a cup after ages, poured, and it started filling with a delightful sound.
As the liquor rose in the cup, my lips curled up involuntarily. Once full, I grabbed it and dumped the contents straight into my mouth.
"Haaah..."
As expected, damn good stuff.
Not a bit inferior to the booze from my session with the Heavenly Demon.
Even the cheapest from that haul could've fed a single household for months, price-wise. Which meant I was swigging something more valuable than gold of this size right now.
Already a severe alcoholic, with the dam breaking after so long, I refilled and emptied the cup at a pace like someone might snatch it away.
"Um, hey... Isn't that strong stuff? Is it okay to drink like that?"
"Life's bitterer than booze, kid. You'll get it when you're my age."
"...Saying that with your looks."
"Huh? What was that?"
"N-nothing!"
Felt like she said something rude, but the booze tasted good, so I let it slide.
Liquor wasn't exactly healthy, but this body's alcohol tolerance was as freakish as its stamina.
'If I could drink like this every day, even the Heavenly Demon might be—'
-Flinch!
What the hell did I just think?
No matter how good the booze, no.
Locked in a basement, unable to see her face for decades, getting raped nonstop? Hell no.
Until she fixed that utterly inscrutable personality, she was impossible.
Every word from her felt like a snake flicking its tongue.
I had no confidence in surviving another round of that life-or-death minefield.
Last time, I'd barely escaped our first meeting. Next time...
'Just imagining it scares me.'
-Shiver
No matter the booze, my view of the Heavenly Demon didn't change.
I had to stay away.
Best way: make her hate me or lose interest.
As long as she kept eyeing me, who knew what she'd do.
'Gotta fix getting tempted by liquor too.'
Great booze after ages felt good, but I couldn't ruin my life over it.
Last sip in the bottle seemed to be this one. Finish it, then ponder how to make the Heavenly Demon despise me.
-Clink!
"Gulp!"
I downed the final cup, grabbed the bottle to check for more, and spun it around.
Something rolled inside.
'...What?'
Fruit or something for flavor?
Felt harder and rounder than fruit, but I needed to wash the bottle anyway, so I tilted it over a plate to empty it.
-Pfft
'No way, even if that woman's personality is weird, she wouldn't put a ring in here, right?'
-Clunk
-Roll roll...
-Tink
"............."
This crazy bitch really did.