The Fake Counselor Dreams of the Sunny Side (7)
"Hoo, hoo... hoo... "
I gripped the bathroom mirror, gasping for breath.
My heart still pounded like it was about to burst through my ribcage.
Inducing Kim Na-young's relationship addiction fit. Then taking Park Min-jeong's portion on top—a double hit. Yeah, that was pretty reckless this time...
But the pain was fleeting. Filling its void was a shiver-inducing pleasure.
Crack. Crackle!
I'd barely clenched my fist, but the density of power coiling in my grip felt different. My vision was sharper than ever, the world's resolution cranked up, and down below... well, it seemed a bonus thicker too.
A full-body enhancement, plain and simple.
This is why I can't quit.
And above all...
"Ah— Ah—."
My voice rumbled deep. A half-tone lower than before, with a rough, scraping resonance.
So this is Kim Na-young's reward.
Fitting for the relationship addiction keyword—my appeal to women and communication dominance had leveled up. My once-soft jawline had sharpened just a touch, and my muscles sat firmer on my frame.
All solid rewards either way. Worth the pain.
"But. But still."
Taste this agony again? Two at once? Like today, over and over?
Fuck that.
It'd be a lie to say a sigh didn't escape me.
The plan worked fine, but keep this up forever? Honestly, it's a bit much. Up till now, under the guise of treating corruption desire, I'd been using my ability mostly to satisfy my lust.
Tease them just right, relieve them just enough. Cash in, get my rocks off, power up.
Three birds, one stone.
But corruption desire doesn't vanish with a quick purge. It's just temporary relief—unless you drive the meter to zero at the root, the thirst comes roaring back.
Think yo-yo effect. Keep lightly easing and neglecting it, and eventually—
I'll have to handle multiple at once, and the poison qi load, the pain, it'll explode exponentially.
My body might burst. Or I get devoured by the qi and turn into a monster.
One answer.
Time to switch strategies.
No ramping up patient numbers recklessly. Ditch simple management (Care) for full cure (Cure).
Uproot the desire entirely, no relapses. Suck it dry in one go, leave 'em clean.
Hoo... alright, that's settled then...
I shoved the soaked sheets to the corner and slid in beside Park Min-jeong.
With everything done, fatigue crashed in. My body went limp from digesting the poison qi.
Something new popped up in the app, maybe...
Sleep first.
Tomorrow's problems for tomorrow.
I draped an arm over Park Min-jeong's waist and closed my eyes.
...
......
"Kyaaaaaaaah—!"
A scream like shattering glass yanked my eyes open.
First thing I saw: my bedroom ceiling. Then Park Min-jeong's ashen face shrieking beside me.
"What? Screaming your head off first thing in the morning."
"Y-you... you! Where is this?! Why the hell am I here?!"
She yanked the blanket to her chin, burrowing into the bed's corner.
"Where else? My place."
"Your... your place?!"
"Yeah. Don't remember?"
Clock said past 9 a.m.
"You're insane... insane! No way, did I... with you... ah..."
Her mouth gaped. Memories trickling back in fragments.
"Yeah. It was hot as hell. You clinging, calling me oppa nonstop—thought my back'd snap."
"L-lies! I wouldn't do that!"
"Don't believe me? Ask your body. Still sore, right?"
"...!"
Her face flushed beet red in an instant. She'd felt it for sure—the thigh ache, the heavy ache down there.
"Y-you pervert! Rapist! I'm reporting you!"
Here we go again. Bullshit.
"Report me? Go ahead. The girl who crawled in on all fours, begging with her mouth."
"L-lies! I'd never do that!"
"Yeah? Let's check then."
I snatched her nape.
"Kyak?! W-what're you doing?!"
"Hold still. Showing you proof."
I shoved her face into my crotch.
"Mmph?! Mmmph?!"
"Smell it."
"No! Mmmph! Get off!"
"Nose isn't clogged. Breathe. Deep. What do you smell?"
She writhed in disgust, holding her breath. But humans can't hold out forever.
Finally, she exhaled—and inhaled the scent wafting from my groin.
Hooo. Sniff.
Her pupils quivered.
"Well?"
"..."
"Familiar, huh?"
She couldn't speak. Probably couldn't.
The vibe pulsing from my cock now? Not sweat or night-bloom. Sweet, thick fruit—ripe peach bitten into, that sticky nectar tang. Park Min-jeong's own scent.
"This peach smell. Yours."
"Th-that's..."
"Why else? You squirted all night, soaked me. Your hole tried chewing my dick off, coated me in you."
Her face burned crimson. No rebuttal possible. This raw evidence plugging her nose killed any "I don't remember" excuse.
Proof she'd gushed in ecstasy.
"Ringing any bells now?"
"Th-that was the booze..."
Her eyes darted lost.
I seized her waist, flipping her flat on the bed.
"Kyak?!"
Before she could scream, I pinned both wrists overhead with one hand. Resistance? Futile.
"Let go! What're you doing?!"
"What else? Morning workout."
"You're crazy?! No! I won't!"
She thrashed, but my weight crushed the fight out. I wedged between her legs, grinning.
"No? Mouth says no, body's honest though?"
"Wh-what... Ngh?!"
My knee nudged her inner thigh—she twitched on reflex.
All that training last night? Her legs parted on instinct, welcoming my hips.
Honest slut.
In the end, Park Min-jeong panted under me till lunchtime, staggering out swollen-eyed and wobbly-legged.
Eh, keep one or two as poison qi vending machines, no treatment needed.
Two days later, evening.
I headed to Kim Na-young's workplace as planned.
"Yeah, this'll do."
Crisp suit. Fake Grade 4 Psychological Counselor cert in my bag. Peak trustworthy pro vibe.
Blew mom's allowance on tailoring since mine were gathering dust, but... whatever.
Meeting spot: Sector 3, Block 2.
Unlike Sector 1's flashy towers, this was rougher, utilitarian buildings. Freelance magical girls short on cash and small guilds rented here.
Ten minutes' walk from the subway?
A five-story with peeling signs crammed together.
[Shared Office - Magic & Work]
Screech— I pushed through the glass entrance. Lobby? More like a closet. A familiar face paced there.
Kim Na-young.
Gleaming jet-black long straight hair. Tight suit hugging her curves, blouse unbuttoned just so, sheer stockings.
Less freelance magical girl, more office lady.
"Na-young."
"Ah, Counselor!"
Her face lit up. Like a pup wagging for its owner.
"Right on time. Wait long?"
"No, this is my office anyway? Just stepped out."
She reached for my arm, then bashfully smiled.
Relationship addictioncorruption desire. Probably pulls this on her other flings too.
"Up we go? Third floor."
"Lead on."
Third floor, shared office lounge. Elevator dinged—noise and instant coffee hit like a wave.
Three, four guys by the entrance snapped stares our way.
"Na-young! Free tonight? Reserved that izakaya I mentioned."
"Hey, no solo plays! Na-young, you didn't forget the tennis club, right? Got you a good racket."
I hung back, watching.
Yeah, this vibe.
Octopus arms relationships. Kim Na-young, queen bee.
"Aww, oppas. Sorry~ Got a prior engagement tonight."
"Prior? C'mon, nothing more important than us."
"Yeah, ditch it, hang with us. Pleeease?"
One slid a hand toward her shoulder.
Kim Na-young slithered free, glancing my way. Eyes met—she feigned distress.
"Can't tonight. Counseling with him."
"Counseling? What kind?"
"It's... secret. Anyway, not tonight! Next time, yeah? My treat."
Light touches, eye contact, cutesy voice—rejections leaving wiggle room. Not firm cuts. Guys smacked lips but melted at her touch, backing off grinning.
"Fine, if you say so."
"Next time, you're ours no excuses?"
"Yessir~"
She waved them off, trotting to me.
"Sorry, Counselor. They're a bit... clingy, huh?"
Said with a smug lip-curl.
"Them?"
She waved it off, oops-face.
"Oh, nothing. Just... staff from other tenants."
"Work here?"
"Kinda... normal folk assisting magical girl ops. Gear fixes, paperwork?"
And she soaked up all their fawning.
Worlds apart from Seo-yul noona.
Relationship addiction. I got it.
Two days back, she'd eyed me keen. But not for fleshly thrills.
Confirmation from crowds adoring her. Endless message pings. Eyes needing her.
That her drug, propping her up.
Coddle her ego, play nice, chase favor?
I'd be just another fish in her tank. Don't feed the caught ones—fishing 101.
I checked my watch, face blank.
"Shall we start?"
"Huh?"
"Off-hours. Wanna dive in."
No choice—take point here.