The Twins' Counterattack
Money.
Back when I was a civil service exam prep student living in a one-room studio, money was all I ever thought about. You needed money to eat and survive, after all.
The reason I'd set my sights on becoming a civil servant was that I didn't seem to have any other talents. I figured I was at least decent at taking tests, so I prepared for the civil service exam. After one or two years — or three or four — of studying, what would life have looked like once I actually became a civil servant?
If I'd been lucky enough to get married, I'd have been fretting over living expenses every day. If I'd stayed single, I might have lived a little more loosely. Either way, I would have spent my whole life worrying about money. Owning a home of my own would have been nothing more than a pipe dream.
But now, none of those worries exist. The moment I became a Keeper, I was freed from money anxiety. If I were greedy for wealth, it might be a different story — but for me, a ten-percent stake in GGC is more than enough.
People.
Friends, I mean. I do have a few high school buddies I get along with. I haven't seen them since becoming a Keeper, but that wasn't intentional — the half-year after I became a Keeper was just ridiculously busy. Of course, all my friends are guys.
I'd had two girlfriends. Both relationships were short, and both ended over personality differences. With one of them, we barely even got physical. With the other, I had my first time — but she wasn't particularly interested in sex. We only did it about three times during that brief relationship.
Looking back now, that might have been a blessing. Given how far I've developed sexually since then, it's clear I have a real talent for this side of things. If I'd slept with my ex just a couple more times, my entire life might have turned out differently.
Anyway, I'd never been greedy for people. I always thought money had to come first. After becoming a Keeper, I no longer needed to be greedy for people either. I just kept meeting good ones. Soyeon, Garam hyung, the Chairman… and above all, Kayla and Elena. Who else could I possibly need beyond them?
Fame.
Had I ever wanted to make a name for myself? I think I might have had that kind of thought back in kindergarten. But by elementary school, I'd already realized I was the kind of person who would never become famous. Looks, athletics, brains… I wasn't outstanding in any of them. And I wasn't the type to have some singular passion I could throw myself into until I died, either.
I think that's when I understood that I wasn't the protagonist of this world. From then on, my goal was just to live decently and enjoy myself along the way.
Then I became a Keeper. Not just any Keeper — a Keeper who could actually become the protagonist. And I've been walking a near-protagonist path ever since. It feels a little weird to evaluate myself that way, but objectively speaking, it's true. At this point, even if I tried to stop, the people around me wouldn't just leave me alone.
I never asked for this kind of fame, but I don't hate it either. When people thank me and call me amazing, how could I possibly dislike it? Plenty of people hate me just as much, of course — but for now, it's fine. I don't want more of it, though. This much is enough.
So, would I just live contentedly like this? That was one option. I was happy now, and I couldn't even imagine a greater happiness than this. Where in the world could anyone find more joy than my harem?
Still, I was human. It wasn't as if I had no desires of my own.
"I want to become someone who travels the otherworlds."
Otherworld travel. That was something I'd been thinking about ever since I first learned I could move between dimensions.
"So you can cross over into other worlds? Well, of course you can. Why didn't I think of that?"
"It's not a given, sir. I can't do it yet. But I'll work to make it possible eventually."
"Remarkable. Otherworlds, you say… But why otherworlds? If it's travel you want, there are plenty of other countries right here."
"Well…"
I'd never said this out loud before, so I hesitated for a moment — but there was no reason I couldn't talk about it.
"I want to visit Kayla and Elena's homeland. If the two of them never got to go home for the rest of their lives, it would be truly heartbreaking."
First priority was getting Kayla and Elena back to their hometown. Earth might have grown somewhat familiar to them, but this was still a foreign land in the end. Comparing it to home was absurd. Watching the Chairman reunite with his grandfather and grandmother today only strengthened my resolve to take Kayla and Elena home. Both of them were orphans, but both of them would have friends waiting.
"A fine thought. And the fact that you're saying this in front of me is rather…"
"It doesn't change anything for me, no matter whose presence I'm in. That includes you, Chairman."
This was the Chairman's home ground, so I'd been somewhat considerate — but I still had to say what needed saying. That way, I'd get the same consideration when the Chairman was on away turf.
"You're right. Excessive favoritism becomes poison. That matter is for Nari to handle on her own… Is there anything else you'd like to do once you reach the otherworlds?"
"I want to meet the other races. Elves, dwarves, dragons — those kinds of species. I've heard that orcs in the otherworlds are different from the ones that appear inside Gates, and I'm very interested in those as well."
I genuinely wanted to see other races like elves and dwarves in person. I had zero interest in foreign architecture or historical ruins, yet somehow this pulled at me. Maybe it was because, among Keeper novels, I'd always preferred the otherworld ones. After seeing elves on a screen recently, that desire had only grown stronger. That was why I hadn't been able to turn down the American Keeper Association's invitation to visit the States.
"Not content with elf women, dwarf women, and dragon women — now you want orc women too? Your appetite really is enormous. Cthulhu suits you."
"What? No. That's not what I meant at all—"
The air went cold. It felt like daggers were flying into my back. Kayla, Elena, and even the Chairman — their eyes alone looked ready to kill me.
"Not what you meant, my foot. No man alive falls for that sweet talk of yours. It's written all over your face, so stop denying it."
"I'm serious! I'm just genuinely curious!"
I felt wronged. At least right now, I truly had no such thoughts. Really! Of course, who knew what the future might hold…
"Enough. I already know what goes on inside that head of yours, so no more excuses. From now on, don't leave Nari out of that Cthulhu-sized appetite of yours."
"No, I— look… Chairman, you don't need to worry about that. I love her with everything I have."
I spoke each word clearly, pouring my sincerity into them. Maybe that was why, for the first time, a faint smile appeared on the old man's face.
"Good. Then go on outside. I need to speak with my Nari for a bit. Tell Nayeon to come in as well."
Kayla, Elena, and I stepped outside. Once Nayeon noona went in, only Jimin remained out there.
"This way. Time to go see Mom and Dad."
Jimin took the lead as if it were the most natural thing in the world, and I followed behind her. But when Kayla and Elena fell in step with us, Jimin stopped cold.
"Why are you two coming? You can wait here — the butler will show you around separately."
The edge in her tone was unmistakable, and I was a little taken aback.
[Do as Jimin says. Talk with your family first. Elena and I will greet your father and mother separately later.]
Kayla and Elena already knew my family. They'd lived together at the crew house before. Between training and Gates, they hadn't gotten particularly close, but still. I nodded and stood beside Jimin. I had no intention of explaining our entire relationship to my parents right now anyway. I'd get to it eventually, but not today. Today, the Chairman's business had already drained every last bit of my mental energy.
"Hey, why are you being so cold? They're my friends — can't you be a little nicer?"
"I don't know. I clearly said I preferred Koreans. Mom and Dad said they preferred Koreans too."
With that, Jimin strode ahead at a brisk pace.
"Hey, wait up!"
But which Korean? There were plenty of Koreans!
The conversation with my parents wrapped up reasonably well. The two of them were living quite comfortably. They'd taken up farming as a pastime and said they found it thoroughly enjoyable. They had no idea that Grandfather Woongchan was a former director of the National Intelligence Service — and honestly, not knowing was probably far better for their peace of mind. To the family, Grandfather Woongchan was just a rich old man. Jimin's commute was a bit of a hassle, but she didn't seem particularly bothered. That was entirely because I sent her a generous allowance.
We all ate dinner together, and we decided to stay the night. I wanted time with my family, and the Chairman wanted time with his — so it worked out. Which raised the question of why the Chairman and I were currently together.
"Jungmin, it feels so good — haah! More, more!"
I stood and snapped my hips up hard. Nari noona's body lifted slightly, then dropped back down, my cock driving all the way through her pussy in a single thrust.
"Haaaahng!"
Nari noona arched her back and cried out in pleasure. The sound was loud enough to shake the entire hanok, but Nari noona was a Succubus too. Soundproofing measures were already fully in place.
"You like it that much?"
"Yeah, fuck, it feels so good, I'm going crazy— ahng!"
I loved it when Nari noona cursed.
"Then I'll cum for you. You have to take it all, noona."
"Yeah, okay. Give me all of it, all of it… hnnngh!"
As I came while still standing, noona locked her legs around me and hugged me tight. Thick ropes of cum seeped out from the gap between cock and pussy, dripping onto the floor with soft wet sounds.
"Haang… ahng…"
I lifted Nari noona, still lost in the afterglow, pulled my cock free, and set her on her feet. Another thick stream of cum immediately spilled down her thighs. Ever since that near-total physical transformation, my cum volume had increased dramatically. It served no practical purpose, but visually, it was extremely satisfying.
Plip.
But between the sounds of dripping cum, I heard something slightly different — something lighter than semen hitting the floor. The sound came from outside the door, on the wooden veranda.
"Who's there!"
Outside the door, someone was crouched in a position clearly meant for peeping inside. That someone had one hand wrapped around their own sex, rubbing it — and it was so thoroughly soaked that fluid was dripping from it right then.
"…Ang?"
The person letting out that cute little moan was someone I never would have imagined.
"…Nayeon noona?"
Why was noona here?