A Slightly Late Summer Getaway (2)
A CocoaTalk message has arrived from A-rank Hunter Do Sihee. Would you like to check it?
The moment Esila's voice echoed in my head, I couldn't help but smile inwardly. Who would've thought a chance to rack up points would come this quickly?
Of course, just because she'd messaged me didn't mean we'd meet right away, but my heart was already pounding with that familiar thrill.
It might sound rude to compare, but sex with her offered a unique kind of pleasure unlike with the others.
The memory of last night with Do Sihee alone was enough to make my cock twitch and swell.
Not that sex with the others lacked appeal—far from it. Hyeun had that warm, girlfriend-like charm. Yuri was a bit selfish but ultimately yielded to me in that pitifully adorable way. Mina tried so hard to hide her embarrassment but always failed, which was cute as hell. And Eunyoung unnie had that dual allure of a gentle mother who couldn't hold back her desires.
Each woman's bedroom charms were irreplaceable, varied in their own irresistible ways.
But Do Sihee was on another level entirely. She had walls like no ordinary woman, yet she tolerated—even reveled in—a touch of sadism from me. Seeing her face light up with joy made her special.
She was the only one who'd allowed anal, too.
I'd told her I'd contact her once everything wrapped up, so this message was probably exactly what I thought it was.
I'll check it myself.
"Understood."
I powered on my smartphone, opened CocoaTalk, and dove into the open chat room with the latest notification—to reply to Do Sihee's message right away.
If I'd been in a dungeon, I might've missed it, but today I was home fiddling with the system for point settlement.
Perfect timing to catch Do Sihee's CocoaTalk message.
She was still living that insanely packed life. I silently paid my respects in my heart.
The Ariel Foundation even hosted luncheons and tea parties for hunters? No surprise, given the caliber—they operated nothing like standard guilds or associations.
I wouldn't know the nitty-gritty; I wasn't a chaebol heiress hunter.
Her willingness to reshuffle her packed days just for me? That sparked real joy.
I knew how grueling her life was, so I'd bend to fit her schedule whenever possible.
Tomorrow? And a full 2-night trip? The sudden proximity startled me, but I quickly ran through my own schedule.
Monday to Wednesday meant returning by Wednesday morning at the latest. I'd make Eunyoung unnie's private lesson, barely.
Then there was Choi Hwayoung's Black Slime material request. Clearing everything including the lesson pushed delivery to Thursday evening—three days later than the promised week, on day 10.
...Well, she'd said it was fine if I was busy and ran late. As long as it was within two weeks.
Deeming it workable, I replied to Do Sihee.
I wondered how many days she'd have asked for with no conflicts.
She wouldn't pull something dumb like kidnapping me to some unknown spot. Besides, with my own secrets from her, it was time to show some trust.
Once the read receipt vanished on my last message, I closed the chat.
Gimpo Warp Gate Terminal. The obvious intent had my mind racing ahead.
In this world full of awakeners, monsters, and dungeons, finding differences from my old one felt trivial now.
But if I had to pick one more? Airports were basically gone.
Buses, taxis, subways for short hauls still existed, but with warp gates, airplanes were obsolete.
The concept lingered—some inventors could recreate old designs. But massive passenger jets needing runways and hangars? Nonexistent.
Inefficient, expensive to build, pricier than warps, and hours of cramped flying versus instant warps? No contest.
Light aircraft existed as chaebol hobbies, like yacht sailing. Helicopters too, purely for transit where warps weren't nationwide—faster than taxis if you had cash, landing on any flat rooftop.
Anyway, back to the point: Do Sihee picking Gimpo meant a far-flung trip. Domestic or abroad, it required long-distance warps.
Not that Eiffel Tower restaurant joke from last time, right? Better brace a little.
Less shock when it hit.
Her proposing an overnight getaway on our third meet was mildly suspicious, but I decided not to overthink her—as long as she respected my personal boundaries, I'd drop needless doubts.
Bigger priority: Notify Choi Hwayoung about the delay.
I pulled her business card from my subspace pocket, inputted the number, and messaged via CocoaTalk.
A bit late since getting her card, but unavoidable with my packed schedule—especially Eunyoung unnie's stuff taking precedence.
Originally, I'd planned to message tomorrow, deliver materials, and visit Lakeside Pharmacy by evening or night.
Now delayed, I had to report it.
I sent the message and waited... but no reply.
"...No response."
No read receipt even after minutes. She'd said busy times meant delayed checks.
I knew potion-making demanded time and focus, even if I wasn't an expert. Or maybe dealing with a customer.
Didn't want to interrupt with a call, so I stuck to essentials via message.
Still no read, so I closed the chat.
Her reply came hours later, past dinner.
Short and sweet.