Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: Cheon Soyoung (8)
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"You said the ghost has been attached to me for so long that it's affected by my condition, right...?"
Sitting there awkwardly sipping tea, Soyoung suddenly tossed out the question.
"That's right."
I'd only said it to get closer to her, but she seemed to believe every word back then like gospel truth. Well, thanks to that, we'd held hands and even hugged.
"...Has anything changed today by any chance? Like the ghost talking to you or something...?"
What was she getting at? It threw me off a bit.
"Hmm?"
"Really? Well... if it's influenced by my condition, then there shouldn't be anything..."
She murmured softly to herself. What answer was she hoping for? I racked my brain, trying to figure out what she wanted to hear.
'What is it? Has my condition changed somehow? Hmm... I had nightmares, my face was flushed, and... damn it. Mr. Hornsby, help me out!'
If only Hornsby were here right now...!
-'Just fuck her already, you idiot.'
A response from Hornsby echoed in my head, even though he wasn't there. Yeah... he probably wouldn't have helped much anyway. Better to keep talking for now.
"So, does intimacy require physical contact...?"
I had to glean every hint from her unconscious mutterings! That's what I needed to do... but...
"Huh?"
She suddenly grabbed my hand, which was resting on the table.
"...Like this?"
We'd held hands plenty of times, but this was the first time she had initiated it, making my heart skip a beat.
"W-Well? The ghost doesn't usually start conversations first."
"But the ghost is here, right?"
"...Yes."
"Then ask it. More details than last time."
How far had we gotten last time? I'd told her about Ricky being Vesley Ricky. Had she looked him up? If she had, spilling a bit more here to build trust would be key.
"Got it. I'll give it a try. But it's not dawn, and there's not much yin energy here, so I can't guarantee anything."
"This place doesn't have strong yin energy? I was thinking of moving somewhere else because of the nightmares, but that's a relief. Anyway, just try."
"Okay. Um... I want to know more about you, Mr. Ricky."
"What'd it say?"
"Hold on, just a sec. No response yet."
"So holding hands isn't enough? I thought today might be different..."
As she muttered, she suddenly stood up and came around behind me as I sat there. And then,
"Eek...?"
"How about this?"
She hugged me from behind. Something soft pressed against my shoulders. Her breasts.
The warmth seeped through her clothes, cozy and inviting. Caught off guard, my dick naturally started hardening.
"Mr. Ricky? Are you listening?"
Of course, I wasn't some flustered kid anymore just from boobs pressing against my back through clothes. I kept my cool, called out to Ricky again, and resumed the act.
"So? Is it talking? Or does it just need yin energy regardless of my emotions?"
Ugh, was she interrogating me? Gotta think this through carefully!
"Hang on, let me focus."
"Ah... sorry. I talked too much, huh?"
At least I'd bought some thinking time with the focus excuse. Her emotional state must have shifted somehow... Come on, Ji Maeng-ho, think! If I get caught lying here, it's over!
...Especially after rubbing one out to her, no way she'd forgive that.
I spun my brain into overdrive. It ached from using parts I didn't normally, but compared to the sensation of her breasts against my back, it was nothing. I couldn't bear never feeling this again.
Okay, her emotional state had changed. How? Why was she asking me this? I'd said getting closer to me would improve ghost communication, using that as an excuse for hand-holding and hugs.
Hmm... they were so soft.
'No, not the time! So I said communication improves with intimacy?'
Then why ask if nothing had changed today? Had she realized over the two weeks I was gone that she'd grown fond of me?
Hmm... she invited me over, her face flushed... flushed? No fever, but her face turned red seeing me?
A sudden epiphany hit me, like back in elementary school when I figured out footwork made throws easier without anyone teaching me.
'No way... does she like me?'
To confirm, I turned to look at Soyoung's expression.
"Why...?"
The way she looked at me... just like Coach's wife before we hooked up. Hesitant to say it first, but subtly wanting me...
"He was a major league general manager?"
I dropped Vesley Ricky's unrevealed identity. Her expression shifted gradually.
"I knew it..."
But she didn't seem shocked at learning who Vesley Ricky was. She'd probably figured it out while I was away. Her face wasn't surprise—it looked like confirmation of her own suspicions.
"Hmm... that's weird? No yin energy, evening time, and it's never responded before..."
"R-Really?"
Soyoung, who hadn't flinched at Ricky's identity, was flustered by my words now. This...
'My hunch was right.'
Green light! I decided to push further.
"Hmm, but a back hug isn't cutting it. Hard to communicate."
I gently pried her arms off and stood up.
"Wh-What?"
"Can I hug you? We've done it plenty before."
"Y-Yeah."
Her face flushed bright red. The moody kitchen lighting, just her style, made her even more beautiful.
'She's gorgeous. Totally my type.'
"Maeng-ho...?"
I pulled her into a tight embrace without a word—tighter than usual. I felt my erection press against her, but I ignored it.
"Ngh, Maeng-ho?"
She'd felt it too. Of course, this close. But I kept up the act.
"Mr. Ricky, which team's GM were you? Dodgers... and Cardinals? Cardinals—that's where she first saw you, right?"
"Huh? ...Yeah."
"Mr. Ricky, why are you attached to this woman? She picked up some object, is that right?"
I'd picked up a junk bat and Hornsby started appearing, so probably the same for her?
"How'd you know? I didn't say... wait, of course if you can talk to ghosts. Yeah, after picking up something trashy-looking there, the ghost started showing up."
Bingo. She murmured softly,
"So it is my emotions..."
Even a whisper was audible this close. Her voice fueled my resolve to go further.
"Mr. Ricky, why are you still attached to her? Ugh, no answer on that."
"Really...? That's a problem..."
I broke the hug and shrugged off my jacket.
"Right now...?"
"Getting closer might make him answer. Wanna try taking yours off too, Soyoung?"
"Huh? Is that necessary?"
"You're wearing something underneath, right? Not just the hoodie in this weather."
"True, but..."
"It's for the greater good."
"...Fine."
Reluctantly, she started peeling off her hoodie. It caught slightly on her inner shirt, flashing soft, pale belly—plump yet toned from consistent workouts.
With the hoodie off, her white tee turned sheer, teasing the black bra beneath. It hit me hard.
'Sheer...! Can't hold back, damn it!'
I couldn't resist and hugged her tight again.
"Ngh, Maeng-ho..."
"Mr. Ricky, why are you attached to Soyoung?"
"Wait, too tight...!"
"He says Soyoung has a dream he wants fulfilled?"
I cut her off and kept going.
"What? What is it?"
Her tone rose with excitement—effective.
"Still not clear. Timing issue? Hard to dig deeper..."
"Mm, maybe? But ditching the outer layers seems to help..."
"Looks like it..."
Even after the questions, she didn't pull away. My heart—or hers?—thumped, filling the quiet house.
After holding her for about five minutes, I gathered more courage.
"Mr. Ricky, can I kiss Soyoung?"
"...Idiot, you have to ask me that directly."
She looked up at me from my arms.
"Soyoung, can I kiss you?"
Her eyes slowly fluttered shut.
"...Yes."
The moment she answered, I pressed my lips to hers. Her heartbeat quickened—or maybe mine. Hard to tell.
"Mm."
Beyond soft lips, I probed with my tongue, but her teeth blocked the way. First kiss? I licked her lips gently until they parted, her tongue timidly awaiting mine. I wrapped it with practiced skill.
"Hngh."
Her excited moan tickled my ear. Peeking, her fair skin was flushed crimson.
We kissed for minutes—long yet fleeting—before parting. Saliva stretched between us, heightening the mood. Her eyes were dazed from the thrill.
"To ask Ricky more, we probably need to get even closer."
"...Yeah."
The ghost rules I'd fed her: three.
First, ghost affected by her state.
Second, more skin contact, better results.
Third, time and place matter—like late night, yin-heavy spots.
But third was out of our control now,
"To learn more, we'll have to..."
I hinted slyly. Her sharp mind caught it.
"...Got it. For the exorcism."
Permission. But I didn't want our first time built on lies. It started false, but now I craved honesty.
Hornsby would call me stupid for messing up a sure thing, but that's what I wanted.
"Truth is, exorcism or not, I want to hold you, Soyoung."
I gripped her slender shoulders, baring my heart.
"...Huh?"
Her flustered face. Wrong words? But the kiss told me our hearts matched—that pounding was too loud for one person.
"I love you."
Old-fashioned words, long unsaid. Perfect for now.
"...Me too."
With hearts confirmed, our lips met again.