Black Slime Delivery (4)
The recipe book I'd received from Senior Hwayoung listed a fair number of ingredients and the finished products they could make. Since it detailed the manufacturing processes meticulously, most pages featured just one or two potions or pills sketched out. Even so, there had to be at least three digits' worth of such pages, meaning she could produce that many kinds of medicine.
Of course, some were hard to recognize at a glance, so I needed her explanations for the unfamiliar ingredients.
“What's this round pill here?”
“That? Just cold medicine. The intake method's a bit tricky, but the effect is what.”
“And this golden pill?”
“Monster incense. You don't eat it—you burn it. Think of it as luring every monster within a 20-meter radius, rank regardless.”
“What about these black leaf-like things?”
“Black slime cigarettes. The ones I'm smoking right now.”
“Ah, so this is it.”
“...Just so you know, if you want some, get your own materials. I'm not making any with mine.”
“Nah, I don't need it. Cigarettes aren't my thing.”
Why smoke something that's bad for your body anyway? It'll just tank your lung capacity and lead to muscle loss.
Besides, what I really wanted wasn't potions or pills—it was something else entirely. I pondered the best moment to bring it up, the vibe that would let me claim those 80 points floating next to her face.
“Take it easy, take it easy. ...Fwaaah~”
Watching Senior Hwayoung light her third cigarette in a row with a customer right there sparked a whirlwind of thoughts. Especially since we'd only met recently, how was I supposed to handle her lounging so defenselessly in front of a guy? Two sides of me—good and bad—were clashing in my head.
Hey, Sung Taekyung. What the hell are you doing? She's basically spreading her legs in her underwear, twisting her body all sexy. Pounce already! It's obvious she's begging you to fuck her.
Rushing in out of nowhere might offend her, so why not politely ask if she'd like to get intimate? Women never turn down a man taking the lead in seduction.
It wasn't even about whether to fuck her or not anymore—it was about how to make it happen.
The problem was, I had too little info or rapport with Choi Hwayoung to make a move. Hyeun was my childhood friend, tied by deep bonds, so I could be bold. Mina was easy thanks to her heat cycle. For Eunyoung unnie, it took a week-long plan to shift her maternal feelings. Someone like Cha Yuri or Do Sihee, burning with desire to reclaim their powers? Different story. But this woman didn't seem to crave anything special.
Well, any normal person would prefer a laid-back pharmacist life over risking death daily as a hunter.
She seemed content, living carefree without complaints—no "urgent quests" popping up. Proposing anything to someone without wants was tricky.
“Still can't pick?”
“Kinda. Nothing jumps out from the book.”
“Huh. Then I'll just give you cash equivalent, take whatev—”
“I saw some stuff displayed downstairs on the way up. Could I pick one from there instead?”
“Sure, easier for me.”
“Mind explaining what each one's for down there? I can't tell them apart.”
“...Ugh, hassle.”
She grumbled, but having just finished her third smoke, she hopped off the chair anyway. She draped her slipping gown back over her shoulders, but without buttoning it properly, it still didn't cover much. And the parts it did? Her black bra silhouette shone through anyway.
We headed down to the first floor, where the shop was, and strolled through as I asked about the various items again.
“This one's a mana potion?”
“Yeah. Next to it is stamina potion.”
“They different?”
“Duh. You don't get thirsty eating?”
“This one?”
“Paralysis antidote. Loosens muscles just enough to move after a sudden spasm. Emergency use—head to a hospital after.”
“And this?”
“This one's... uh, what was it...”
I'd worried her messy room vibe meant she'd hate the constant questions, but she didn't seem annoyed. Guess she wasn't lazy by nature—just worn down after retiring from hunting, her tension easing into this relaxed life.
I needed more intel on her still.
Just drag her to the bed, strip her, and pound away. She's no close-combat type—won't resist much.
Every glimpse of her underwear fueled the bad side, but thankfully, I wasn't desperate enough to force it on someone who hated me.
Slow and steady first—find an excuse to hook up. Plus, showing up in underwear on first meet? Had to be intentional. Even if not, she'd handed me the pretext. Twisting that into a "we have to fuck" vibe didn't seem impossible.
“...What's that on the top shelf over there?”
“Where?”
“There. Something in a box.”
“...Made it ages ago—can't remember.”
“Really?”
“...Hold on, I'll grab the ladder.”
Too high for her 150cm frame, as expected. She moved to fetch a step stool, but I grabbed her shoulder.
“No need. Why bother? Like this.”
“Huh? ...Wha, uh?”
I scooped her waist from behind and lifted. She mumbled in confusion, but I carried her feather-light body—perfect for her petite build—to the shelf.
“No back-and-forth hassle.”
“...True. Warn a guy next time.”
“Got it.”
...Less resistance than expected. I'd braced for outrage, anger, or flustered panic, but she took being picked up like it was nothing. Cha Yuri would've exploded, calling me an idiot.
“Ah, this thing.”
Lifted in my arms, she pulled a box from the top shelf.
“What's that?”
“Male stamina booster. Doesn't sell, so I hid it up high—knew it was here somewhere.”
“Oh.”
Just an excuse to lift her, not really curious about the contents. But her answer piqued my interest—damn, a spontaneous “oh” slipped out. Stockpiling this? Goldmine for later. With my awakening tying ejaculation to points, it was basically emergency point recovery. Last time with Hyeun, five rounds in a row, the last one was a struggle. Even in top shape, max five. Not bad, but what if I needed more? Most useful item yet.
“You like it? Want this?”
“Not bad.”
“...Alright, set me down first.”
I lowered her with the box.
“So, one box of six stamina boosters... browse more.”
“Can pick more?”
“I got a conscience. Trading 20 black slime cores for one dusty box? Nah. Pick more.”
She was even more generous than I'd hoped—no "take it and scram" attitude. Casual demeanor, chill personality, brushes off rudeness. Maybe I could push bolder. Failure risk low anyway.
“Hey, Senior Hwayoung.”
“Yeah.”
“Just checking—anything in the shop fair game?”
“Ooh, found another? Show me.”
“Yeah, one sec.”
I led her to the counter.
“Lifting you quick.”
“...H-Huh?”
Up she went onto the counter, legs dangling, no real fight.
“What now...?”
“You said anything in the shop. So, rest of payment like this.”
“Huh? What'd you find?”
“Right here on the counter.”
“You put me on the counter, not medicine...”
Her face shifted subtly. She pointed at herself cautiously.
“...Me?”
I nodded.
“Rest of payment: one night with you, Senior. Don't need anything else.”
To get closer to Senior Hwayoung, it was time to get shameless.