Lee Eun-ha (1)
[ A Room You Can't Leave Without Having Sex ]
What kind of freak came up with something like this?
"Ugh. My head hurts."
The incubus had been so pathetic he barely qualified as an opponent, but it was still true that I'd burned through a lot of mana and was exhausted. Saying I'd crushed him without giving him a chance to properly show his skill wouldn't have been far off, either.
"When's he going to wake up?"
For now, Sung-jun—the owner of the dream—had to wake up before we could discuss what came next.
I lifted him and laid him on the bed.
Is that really the only way?
On the electronic board that never went dark, the unchanging words still burned.
[ A Room You Can't Leave Without Having Sex ]
So stupid. So idiotic.
Was the incubus a lust demon after all? Creating a space like this for his final thrashing.
Because I'd already stretched my hand into the dominion of the space, a room that was mine had taken shape—and the incubus's nature as a creature of lust had twisted that space into this.
"Wake up."
I tapped Sung-jun's cheek with a finger. When he showed no sign of stirring, I pressed harder.
Still nothing.
In the end I withdrew the hand that had been poking him, sighed, and sat on the edge of the bed.
"It's not like it's telling me to do it alone."
I'd never had sex before. But I at least knew it wasn't something you did by yourself.
All I could do was look down at Sung-jun sleeping on the bed.
"Mm…"
As if talking in his sleep, he shifted. Looking at that, it would clearly be a while before he woke.
There's a mirror?
Something that hadn't been in my original room stood there—a vanity with a mirror.
"Makeup…?"
Techniques and methods flashed through my mind in a sudden rush. So even this kind of thing was stored in the memories that came with the doll.
Plenty of makeup methods surfaced, but—
I don't know his preferences.
I turned my head again and looked at Sung-jun. Watching him still unable to wake from sleep was starting to feel a little stifling.
Sex.
Skinship between a man and a woman. Communication that existed at the far end of it—or so it was packaged. At its root, a method of human reproduction. But the pleasure obtained along the way was so immense that since ancient times it had established itself among humanity's foremost forms of entertainment.
It might have been nothing special, if it was nothing special.
The problem was that I was, strictly speaking, a woman now.
I never did it when I was a man either.
Back then I'd had no interest, no desire, and no reason to. So… this would be my first time too.
"Hah."
Was it because of everything the incubus had put me through? For some reason the weight of the word first settled over me. Unlike when I'd been a man, there was a preciousness to it—the weight of that word pressed down hard.
Not the preciousness of not wanting to give it to anyone.
The preciousness of wanting to allow it only to one person, and no one else.
Did using too much magic for the first time in this doll body mess with my head?
Thoughts of that "preciousness" overflowed so uncontrollably that the idea crossed my mind unbidden. I wanted Han Sung-jun to wake up soon. I needed to talk with him and discuss how we were going to get out of this place.
Han Sung-jun woke about two hours after taking the medicine.
His level really had dropped. I'd mixed a simple sleeping potion from reagents, and he'd still slept a full two hours on it.
"So… you're saying my curse wasn't just a curse that lowered my level?"
"Yeah."
I'd finished explaining the situation.
That the curse Han Sung-jun had been under was no ordinary curse. That because of the incubus our dreams had been linked, and in those dreams he'd been subjected to "indecent acts" (I kept what I myself had done a secret). And that when the incubus's schemes dragged on long enough for me to catch its tail, I'd used the opportunity to subjugate it.
That after the incubus's defeat, the mana it spewed as a final thrashing had contaminated the dream space and left it like this—that was the end of the explanation.
"So that dream was real?"
"……What?"
……Wait.
This guy remembered the dream?
"What are you talking about?"
When I'd casually sounded him out before, he'd said he hadn't dreamed at all!
Well… given the content. Even between friends, it was an awkward topic. Still—anyone should have been able to tell I wasn't asking out of mere curiosity!
"Hey. Calm down."
"Just explain. Quickly."
Sung-jun sat up with a rare flinch of panic. This wasn't a situation for lying around—true enough. Remembering the dream meant he'd dared to lie to me, didn't it?
"I do remember. But I only just remembered now."
"What kind of bullshit…!"
—I was about to snap at him without thinking, but my mind had already understood his words.
Most likely the incubus had set the memories aside in a separate space, and when it collapsed every space in its thrashing, those stored memories had returned to Sung-jun. That was the deduction my head finished for me.
……It wasn't entirely implausible.
"Hoo."
I took a deep breath to settle the emotions boiling up.
"……I see."
"……Y-yeah. Yeah."
Sung-jun seemed to be turning the memories over while carefully watching my face. Looking at that expression made me want to hit him with a spell, but I held back.
……There was something more important.
He… he remembers all of that?
Every embarrassing act came flooding back. How, like a bashful girl, I'd squeezed my eyes shut and kissed him. How I'd writhed through orgasm again and again on his fingers and clung to him petulantly. And at the end, how I'd even taken Sung-jun's… cock in my hand and stroked him for him.
……I wish he'd just forgotten.
At the time, I'd thought it wasn't a bad choice if it meant avoiding the act of "penetration." But now that Sung-jun remembered, the self-loathing was strong enough that I almost thought being penetrated would have been better. On top of that, I also remembered that at the end I'd even wrapped his thing with my breasts and caressed him that way.
"Th-then… that too?"
The utterly clumsy breast service—in other words, the paizuri—I desperately hoped he didn't remember that. Because I didn't want to show Sung-jun my unskilled parts.
Because I'd always lived showing only my best side!
"I-I don't know what you mean."
Sung-jun answered falteringly.
"You know. ……My chest."
"Your chest……?"
Whatever he thought of, Sung-jun's face went red in an instant. I didn't know exactly what he was picturing, but it seemed he'd perfectly recalled what I'd meant.
I punched his arm with both fists. Thud, thud, thud.
"Forget it! Forget it!"
"H-how am I supposed to forget that!?"
Thud, thud, thud—I kept hitting his arm. There was no mana behind it, nothing at all—just pure, petulant thrashing. No—thrashing that was nothing but petulance.
I had no way to torment Sung-jun that wasn't magic. That should have been the case, yet somehow his expression looked a little pained—even though this clumsy motion that didn't even properly approach the concept of hitting shouldn't have hurt.
"It was cute!"
"……Are you an idiot?"
……Was he seriously an idiot?
To stop me from thudding away at him, Sung-jun stretched out both arms and gripped my shoulders. Then he looked at me.
Whether it was pure embarrassment or shyness, I couldn't tell what emotion it was—but he looked at me with a face flushed bright red.
"As a man for a woman. I like you."
"Heh……?"
Sung-jun… saw me as a woman?
Not just his face—his eyes, trembling with embarrassment as he fought to keep them fixed on me, were bright red too as he continued.
"It might be that I'm confused because of the memories that suddenly appeared. But I feel like now is the time I have to say it, so I'm saying it."
The addendum was unnecessary.
"I……"
……Well.
My answer was already decided.
The truth was, the identity of Lee Eun-sung wasn't all that strong. I'd felt that from the start—that the name Lee Eun-sung felt awkward to me. But every piece of circumstantial evidence said I was Lee Eun-sung. Even so, the part of me that thought of myself as "Lee Eun-ha" was larger.
If that weren't the case, no matter the pretext of raising levels, I wouldn't have engaged in skinship with a man.
……So.
My answer was already decided.
"……Lee Eun-ha. Call me that from now on."
"Huh?"
"I'll become the woman you want. From now on, call me Lee Eun-ha."
Accept me as I am—as a doll.
Got it?