This Perverted Bastard! (2)
1.
The table was set with a magnificent spread — far too lavish to believe it was merely breakfast.
Galbitang that must have taken ages to simmer. Japchae, the kind that only tastes right when packed with a dozen different ingredients. Not just the soup, but tteokgalbi seasoned just so and grilled to a perfect finish. And pollack jeon that demanded no small amount of effort to pan-fry.
Every single dish could have held its own as a main course. It was a table so generous it bordered on excessive.
For Sung-jun, fresh from a grueling round of training, it was a welcome sight.
And yet, rather than diving in with gratitude, he stopped mid-chew, his hands freezing over his meal.
"So. What is it."
"What."
Across from him, Eun-ha was staring with a blank, heavy-lidded look.
He would have preferred even a single word of explanation. As it was, Sung-jun had absolutely no idea what had put that expression on her face.
Did I fall behind in the magic lessons?
No. He'd cut into even his nighttime training hours just to keep up with the magic practice. He'd even succeeded in forming his second circle.
Aside from the magic lessons, he barely had any contact with Eun-ha at all. Every scrap of free time was poured straight into training.
If there was anything he was keeping secret from her…
…Did she find the tissues?
Lately his sheets had been soaked with sweat, and something about the restless feeling of it all had left him with the kind of vigorous appetite he hadn't known since middle school. So, deciding it was better to deal with it before he made a mess of things, he'd taken matters into his own hands.
For a guy, it wasn't exactly strange — but getting caught was still embarrassing. So he'd burned the evidence with a fire spell and aired the room out with a wind spell, figuring he'd erased every last trace. But she was a mage. Had she seen through even that?
Come on. He's a guy too.
Sure, he had a feminine doll's body now — but it had only been a few days.
Sung-jun felt thoroughly wronged.
"You."
Eun-ha narrowed her eyes to slits.
It wasn't something he'd ever experienced himself, but Sung-jun suddenly felt like a boyfriend being interrogated by his girlfriend. He carefully swallowed.
Fine. Just say it already. He'd finish eating and get right back to training!
"What did you do last night?"
"…Last night?"
Dragging the words out, Sung-jun broke into a cold sweat inside.
So she had caught him. He'd thought the magical cleanup made it a perfect crime, and still she'd found out about his little self-care session.
A flicker of awkwardness passed through him. Should he just be honest?
It was a slightly embarrassing, slightly awkward subject — but it wasn't some shameful crime he couldn't show his face over. He hadn't done it out in the open. Handling things alone in your own room might make your face burn if someone found out, but it wasn't a crime.
All he'd done was take care of a buildup of need by himself, without harming a soul.
"If you mean last night…"
"I knew it! So you—!"
"I jerked off once to a big-boobs maid cosplay porn video."
"…"
It had been a video starring a doll-actress famous for her pure, black-haired looks, done up in cosplay.
Advanced magic engineering had produced dolls purpose-built for adult films. Since their appearances could be customized, dolls given picture-perfect coordination had already become the mainstream of the AV market.
After all, the face, the body, the voice — everything was flawless. Acting ability had been an issue at first, though.
Of course, that was only one category. There was still a solid viewership that insisted human AV was the only real thing, claiming doll porn just didn't do it for them. Sung-jun wasn't particularly picky either way.
Eun-ha's face crumpled.
Maybe it was because she was a doll. Even with her face scrunched up, that perfect appearance of hers still somehow looked good — like an artist who refused to let their character look ugly, pouring every ounce of skill into making the expression pretty even while loading it with pure irritation.
"Big boobs are a man's romance."
"…"
Contempt mixed into Eun-ha's gaze.
He was a guy too, and he was giving him a look like that? Sure, he had a woman's body right now — but a guy who wasn't even a woman was being way too harsh.
"I'll clean up more carefully next time."
"Haa… Fine."
Eun-ha let out a sigh of pure surrender.
See? That bastard was a guy after all. He'd confessed straight out and she'd accepted it.
"Don't watch weird stuff."
"What do you mean, weird stuff."
AV was a perfectly normal preference, thank you very much.
"Just don't watch it if I say don't watch it!"
"Hey, that's not fair."
"I said don't watch it!"
Sung-jun had absolutely no idea why Eun-ha was raising her voice — something she almost never did.
2.
This was all because of the AV.
That bastard watched that kind of thing, and that was why he tortured me so mercilessly!
Sitting across from Sung-jun, watching him eat, a corner of my mind couldn't help replaying last night.
The second time—
"Pleaseee, please stoooop!!"
—I'd begged for mercy under the cruelty of Sung-jun's fingers. The orgasms hitting one after another had been nothing short of violence, driving me without the slightest pity.
By the third and fourth rounds, my tongue had gone slack and I couldn't even beg properly.
And the fifth time—
"Nnghhh!? Oohk, oooohk!"
—I'd just clung to his arm, body pressed tight against him, howling like an animal.
It wouldn't have been an exaggeration to say his fingers had completely conquered me.
…Just thinking about it makes me want to get mad all over again.
But leaving Sung-jun without a proper meal after that brutal training wouldn't have been right, so I'd put real effort into preparing breakfast.
The dishes were labor-intensive, sure — but I could control multiple kitchen tools at once with magic, so it hadn't actually taken that long.
Anyway, Sung-jun needed to eat well and train hard so he could level up!
Even if I wanted to snap at him, I still had to help him with everything I had. That was why we'd made the contract in the first place.
But putting up with my irritation while he was eating? That I couldn't manage.
"Just eat already."
"You're giving me every dirty look in the book. What even…"
"Shut up."
What dirty look was I giving him!
In a hurry to get food into him, I scooped up a big clump of japchae with my chopsticks and held it out toward his face.
"Here. Say aah."
"Wh-what?"
"Hurry up."
Sung-jun squirmed, glancing at me sideways.
When I kept my arm extended and didn't budge, he cleared his throat with a little cough and carefully opened his mouth.
He should have done that from the start.
"Mm, munch munch."
"Drink some water if you're choking."
His cup was empty, wasn't it?
I pulled the water pitcher over with mana, filled his cup with a soft gurgle, and lifted it to his lips.
"I can drink by myself, you know?"
"Just eat. I have to clean up."
I couldn't tidy the place until he'd finished everything.
Sung-jun squinted at me.
What? Was I wrong?
"Gulp. Gulp. Gulp."
I carefully tipped the cup against his mouth. Pour too fast and it would all spill down his clothes, so I adjusted the angle with painstaking care.
If his clothes got wet, laundry was my job too. Besides, wet clothes feel awful. I didn't want to leave him feeling clammy.
"Eat this too."
"No, I can feed myse—"
Shove.
I pushed a piece of tteokgalbi straight into his open mouth mid-sentence. It wasn't stone cold — just cooled enough to hold a gentle warmth — so forcing it in was fine.
With food suddenly in his mouth, whatever Sung-jun had been about to say died on the spot, and he chewed. Eager to get the cleanup over with, I kept ferrying food to his lips with my chopsticks.
I piled on as much meat as the chopsticks would hold and fed him more japchae. I gave him the pieces of tteokgalbi with the most even seasoning. I picked out the pollack jeon that had browned the nicest. I tore the ribs from the galbitang into bite-sized pieces and carefully placed them in his mouth.
In between, I made him drink water. I spooned up broth from the galbitang and fed him that too.
That should be enough to fill him up, right?
Bones stripped bare in the galbitang. Only vegetables and glass noodles left in the japchae. A few slightly charred scraps of tteokgalbi. Pollack jeon that had either overcooked or lost a bit of color. That was all that remained when Sung-jun's meal was done.
Maybe it was because he'd been grinding through training since before dawn, but he'd put away three full bowls of rice.
"Get out of here already. I'm cleaning up."
"Wh-what's with you."
With that, I lifted him by magic and set him down on the sofa. He'd only get in the way of the cleanup if he stayed in the kitchen.
He muttered something bewildered, but I couldn't figure out what there was to be confused about.
Was feeding him fast and clearing the table somehow weird?
Ah. Come to think of it, I haven't eaten.
I-in my rush to clean up, I'd stuffed Sung-jun full and completely forgotten about my own meal!
Well. It was fine. One meal wouldn't kill me. It wasn't like I was putting myself through the same brutal training he was. With a doll's body, mana alone was enough to keep me moving without trouble.
Though, since this doll body had so little mana to begin with, running on mana alone for too long was hard — which was the only reason I bothered eating at all.
"…Still, throwing this out as leftovers would be a waste."
It struck me all over again.
Sung-jun had said there was no budget left, hadn't he.
"Well. It's still perfectly good food."
The galbitang broth alone was enough. The japchae was fine with just the noodles. None of the tteokgalbi was burnt beyond saving. The pollack jeon just needed a light reheat.
I warmed the leftovers with magic and started on my own meal.
Sung-jun had already left for the training grounds, so now it was time for me to eat.
I'd been so desperate to shoo him out that I'd fed him everything and skipped my own plate. What a ridiculous mistake.