NTR Deserves to Be Respected
I tend to respect people's tastes.
That was the conclusion I'd reached after climbing all the way to A-Class and running into countless lunatics and clients so far gone they weren't even in the same zip code as sanity.
Take, for instance, the request to capture a C-Class monster—a Jiangshi—alive so the client could turn its ass into a fleshlight because it was "artistically beautiful." The guy insisted it was purely for experimental purposes, but Hecate inside me pointed out that the bastard's eyes never left that rear end for a second.
Honestly I half-wondered if he'd catch something from necrophilia, but monsters have no human rights across all of history and culture, so I let it slide.
The point is: as long as it doesn't hurt me or anyone I care about, I leave other people's kinks alone.
Looking at it that way—
"I'm so sorry. I never dreamed Ayoung would do something like that…"
"Nah. It's fine."
"…What?"
Sending videos of herself making love with her boyfriend to her former party leader? Special taste or not, I could understand and move on. It wasn't like she'd asked for my bank password. She was just expressing "I'm living well these days" in a somewhat extreme way. That was all.
"Even so, sending something like that…"
"Eh… I've seen way worse."
"……"
Like I said earlier—I've met clients who wanted to fuck a Jiangshi. At this point, watching two people who love each other isn't going to make me wrinkle my nose.
I tilted my coffee cup and took a sip.
Iced americano. Cool first hit, bitter finish. Neighborhood coffee that was basically just sour, but only an idiot looks for flavor in a potion he drinks just to stay alive.
"So you called me just to say that?"
"Well… that is…"
He looked flustered. I shrugged.
"If it bothers you that much, just be more careful next time. You really want to show a lifelong virgin stuff like that?"
"…I'm sorry."
"Nothing to apologize for."
Still, why the face like he'd just chewed shit?
I idly stirred the straw in my cup. The porter guy kept fidgeting with his phone, never putting it down, eyes darting to me.
But that phone color…
Just plain white?
Why can't I see anything on the screen?
Special coating or something?
I zoned out for a second, staring at the porter's phone. He hurriedly covered the display.
"Ah… sorry. Peeking without asking."
"…It's fine. By the way, Party Leader, what have you been up to lately?"
"Still working over at Yuseong. Suddenly got stuck producing an idol group out of nowhere—my head's spinning."
"Producer? Yuseong's making an idol group?"
"Looks that way."
"Don't tell me…"
"Girl group, yeah."
"…………"
Blank stare. Honestly, I'd look at someone the same way.
If a close colleague suddenly becomes an idol producer…
Wouldn't you jump up and ask for an introduction right then? No—that would be the act of a total freak. Still, one of the classic questions would be—
"Are they pretty?"
"Hard to say."
Yeah. That one.
So I slowly ran through them in my head.
Pretty, huh.
Hong Yeonhwa was on the pretty side. The lean fighter's body, the fierce eyes. That short red hair that looked like it was on fire gave her a boyish edge, and together with her killer chest it landed solidly in tomboy territory. And you couldn't forget the pure bitch moments she showed when she got pinned.
But that personality…
People tied to fire rarely turn out normal. Everything with them goes to extremes.
Sujin…
Nam Sujin had the looks too. The girl was a bit hunched and couldn't shake that natural loser aura, but the base material was solid. Living locked indoors had given her clear, clean skin, and above all her chest was the biggest of the three. Seriously huge. The second I saw them I almost learned Newtonian physics with my face.
Still, that gloomy vibe eats everything else…
Even as an idol she'd be more gravure material than main-stage.
And last…
Jeon Harin. Looking purely at appearance among the three of Spirit Idols Nature, she seemed the most normal. Fresh-out-of-high-school college freshman vibes. Bright, lively, bouncing charm.
But somehow…
Gold-spoon mama…!
How do all of them have so many sharp edges in their personalities?
I gave a small shake of my head and answered honestly.
"They're only pretty on the outside."
"…I see."
Ah. The porter guy's eyes went back to his phone. Still pure white to me. The way his gaze scrolled downward like he was reading something was more than enough to poke my curiosity.
"…Ahem. Ahem."
"Ah, sorry."
He covered the phone again. Apology accepted, but—
"Why are you staring at a blank memo pad?"
"…I was just organizing my thoughts for a moment."
"Ahh. Fair enough. Some people stare at the sky or the ground when they think."
Though the look on his face had been pure reading. Plus he never met my eyes—just sensed the vibe and hid the screen.
…For now,
I'll just keep it in mind. People can have weird habits.
I checked my watch.
"Looks like it's about time I head out."
"Sorry for making you carve out time when you're busy."
"What for. Nice to see a face after so long."
Right, Ayoung?
I turned to Ayoung, who had been sitting silently beside him the whole time.
"…………Eut♡"
"Sigh."
What am I even supposed to say.
I looked back at the porter.
"Sorry. Lately she says she doesn't want to talk to any guys but me…"
"After all the years we were comrades? That's cold. You two just going to duck into the bathroom and fuck each other right now or what."
"We would never do something like that."
"Might as well say it since the party's already over—I've caught you guys more than a few times already."
"…………"
What. You thought you weren't caught?
This guy's the same major as Nari, huh.
I smiled in disbelief and continued.
"Even right now I'm just politely ignoring the rotor sounds."
"……"
"…Eut, haah…… haaah……♡"
Click. The rotor stopped. Only then did Ayoung gasp for air and give a light full-body shudder.
"Public displays of affection are fine, but take it home and do it just the two of you. I'm the one getting embarrassed watching."
"…I'll be careful."
"Oh, right."
And.
The porter seemed desperate to get away from me, but I still had something left to say.
"That video that came in this time. You two agreed on filming it, right?"
"Huh?"
"There's no way you'd just allow your girlfriend to get gangbanged by a bunch of thugs…"
"…Th-that is…"
"Don't even try 'I didn't know.'"
Because that video arrived in my inbox from the exact same email address.
"A video the porter himself sent, and then the porter claims he didn't know he sent it? That doesn't make sense, does it?"
"……………"
Silence. Fingers fidgeting with the phone. Trembling eyes. Cold sweat beading on his forehead.
I slowly nodded.
Yeah. I get it now.
I nodded wordlessly and spoke to him.
"I understand you've got an NTR kink, but please don't treat Ayoung too roughly."
"…Excuse me?"
"She's a good kid, but she's still got fragile parts."
"…………"
Did he never imagine I'd understand? Those blank eyes almost looked horrified.
Well…
Like I keep saying—at this point in my career, an NTR preference is way past the point of shocking me.
"…Does it not bother you at all?"
"Huh?"
A question while I was reminiscing.
"Does it… really not bother you?"
"What do you mean?"
"…Ayoung got… done like that by other people. By a lot of people. And it doesn't bother you?"
"Eh, well. Yeah?"
"………"
"Ah. Wait a second. That wording came out weird."
I hurriedly waved my hands and corrected myself.
"It was consensual, right? Then I've got no business butting in."
"But we were comrades."
"Comrades, sure. Not lovers."
"………"
"I respect both of you."
"……Ha."
A look like something had just been set down. At the same time Ayoung's head slowly drooped lower. Her focus looked a little more unfocused than before.
"I'll head in first then? See you later!"
With that I left the café behind me.
—Kh… hahat! Hahahahahahat!
"Hmm… feeling good seeing me after so long?"
The guy's laughter floated out of the café.
[—,───]
"Tsk. Don't do that."
Hecate told me the man was suspicious, but I rejected it. After all, a person's sexual preferences deserve respect. Arbitrarily judging those two's love isn't a PC mindset.
"I'm back!"
"""Ah…!"""
I returned to the training center.
The training was, needless to say, hell.
About a week later.
After finishing training as usual, I came home, showered, and started prepping dinner.
Today was another rare day of eating together with all the spirits, so—
[Squeeeeeee!!!]
[Woof! Woof! Awooooooo!!!]
[Peep! Peep! Peep! Peep!]
"That good, huh."
The spirits were howling like maniacs. Of course they were—I'd prepared real food for once instead of the usual chicken or pizza.
Every single one of those things costs a fortune.
The mackerel and tuna Seiren was diving into, the raw beef tartare Nureongi was going feral over, even the roasted sunflower seeds that middle-school-edgelord bird Shinpung was madly pecking—none of it was cheap.
Still, the one silver lining…
"Spicy… delicious… spicy and delicious…!!"
"Glad you like it."
"The person who made this food is an angel, im. This body shall praise them highly, im!"
"Yeah. Nice to see you eating well."
Among all of them Hecate had been the cheapest to feed. Rose tteokbokki + boneless fried chicken, dessert of shine muscat tanghulu. I had no idea what she was tasting, but if she wanted it, what was I gonna do?
Supreme-rank spirit with a bottom-tier tongue.
Probably ate so much refined pretty stuff in the past that cheap junk food pulled her harder now.
I stretched and popped a chopstickful of the beef tartare I'd set aside for myself into my mouth.
"So. When is it, im?"
"Huh? Random much?"
"Battle."
"C'mon. You think I only cook like this when I'm about to fight?"
"Was it not, im?"
"…Tch."
Hard to deny.
The ironic part was that every single time I did this, something always went down. Like I'd known in advance.
At my unease Hecate slurped up more rose tteokbokki and answered.
"Mana is will. When will surpasses righteousness, it reaches the boundary of the vessel, im."
"What the hell are you talking about this time, Hecate."
"Supermen experience the illusion of seeing the future mid-battle. But that. Is not an illusion, im."
"…Hmm."
I don't fully get it, but basically… I see the future? Is that it?
"You've become more sensitive. That is the appropriate phrasing, im."
"That so."
Still didn't really understand, but I shoveled the rest of my portion into my mouth. Worth every won. Tasted ridiculously good.
I nodded and reached for another bite with my chopsticks.
—Ding-a-ling♬
"Huh? At this hour… Hyewon?"
I picked up.
"Oppa… help me…"
"Harin-ssi…"
"Harin-ssi has been kidnapped…!!"
"…Wow."
I set the chopsticks down.
No wonder I'd felt like eating together today of all days…