06. Evolution?
06. Evolution?
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"Stupid bastard."
"..."
As Yu Ina grumbled on her way out of Ha Yeon-seo's room.
Sure, she'd thought, 'What if the Chief Instructor is interested in this guy?' but that was just an internal musing—she'd never blurt it out to anyone.
It wasn't a sure thing, and mishandling gossip like that could spark a massive emotional war.
But Sihwan?
He didn't even consider such thoughts from the start.
The way he spat out whatever crossed his mind the second it did was downright jaw-dropping.
Other people's perspectives or the situation? Total non-factors. He only thought from his own angle.
At this point, wasn't his arrogance and endless self-centered mindset practically an art form?
That's why he'd just spouted something like, 'You interested in me?'
Of course, the result was total disaster.
The moment Yeon-seo heard it, she froze for a second, then plastered on a bright smile that didn't match her crisp, beaming face at all—she delivered a frosty 'Get out' command, and boom, he got booted.
"You think the Chief Instructor would be interested in a guy like you?"
"Yeah? So you married an ugly loser she'd never give the time of day to?"
"...That was unavoidable!"
"Right. The problem is that 'unavoidable' mess was all your own doing."
"..."
The funny part? His absurd bullshit somehow always carried this weird persuasive punch.
Weirdly, she always lost any argument with him.
"Anyway, how about a kiss to make up for it."
"W-What?"
And usually, she'd get dragged into his pace and end up giving him what he wanted.
"Lemme see... I did it yesterday, right? Your turn today."
"W-What are you even... More importantly, we're outside!"
"So what? Everyone knows we're married. Who's gonna complain about a married couple sharing a kiss?"
Sihwan urged the flustered her forward, puckering up.
A teasing move, for sure.
But of course, dead serious underneath.
Over the past few days, he'd been slowly building up her tolerance to skinship(?).
Day one: light cheek peck.
Day two: hand-holding.
Day three: neck kiss.
Ramping up the difficulty like that, and yesterday, finally, lips.
Sure, she'd just stood there while he half-pounced without even tongue, but the fact she didn't resist was huge progress.
"We're married now, so we gotta try a public kiss at least once, right? Like normal couples."
"As if I'd cause a public nuisance like that!"
"Hoh. Won't do it 'cause it's a nuisance?"
"Even if it wasn't, obviously not."
"Why?"
"Why what..."
"We're married, you and me. So why's it 'obviously not'?"
"..."
Stuck again.
If she were just dumb with no way with words, she could've bullshitted her way through, but nope—that made it even harder to follow up.
Logically, whatever she said, Sihwan's next line would checkmate her. She could calculate it.
"And nuisance? There's no one here."
"......The Ch-Chief Instructor is right behind that door."
"What's that got to do with anything? She got X-ray vision or something?"
"..."
"Come on."
Sihwan puckered up again.
"..."
It was clearly a no...
Totally, absolutely no, but his conversation made it weirdly harder to refuse.
"Ugh... uuu..."
Plus, her personality that went along reluctantly if pushed played a part.
In the end...
Chok.
She leaned in and offered her lips.
The pleasant touch of flesh and her unique scent.
He was already enjoying a fun sex life via Bari and Eleonore, but a woman's aroma was still ecstasy.
Especially when it was his wife's—and a total knockout at that.
Warak!
"Eep!"
She'd planned to end it with a 'lip-bump' kiss like he'd done yesterday, but Sihwan wasn't letting go.
He yanked her waist in, pinned her to the wall, and went full aggressive—tongue first, unleashing every technique Bari taught him.
"!"
Shock.
Then mega-shock.
Her eyes widened at the soft, wet invader slipping into her open mouth.
A sensation she'd never felt in her life.
The rough male breathing dominating her lips.
The feeling of me devouring you, you devouring me.
That blob barging in uninvited and stirring wildly gave a strange thrill.
Liquids and tissues mingling.
And there, she tasted haze.
Her mind fuzzing out, senses melting, even time blurring.
Mungkeut.
At some point, Sihwan was groping her breasts and ass.
Breasts toyed with like balloons, ass stroked from top to bottom.
But she didn't notice.
Just swimming in the first-kiss daze.
It took minutes to register the touching.
"Hah!"
Suddenly snapping to, she shoved him off.
Then, face beet-red and temperature skyrocketing, she turned away.
"W-What the h-hell was th-that all of a s-sudden! T-Tongue... t-tongue... heeek...!"
"What do you mean? That's a real kiss."
"Ugh... uuuugh..."
'He groped my boobs!'
Or
'He groped my ass!'
Nothing like that came out.
Her language system had crumbled; no proper logic circuits firing.
Just a pitiful woman felled by one kiss.
All thought processes locked on the kiss, so her complaint topped out at 'Why'd you suddenly stick your tongue in?'
Sihwan smirked and patted her head.
"Cute."
"Keuk!"
Calling a noble, esteemed Noblesse 'cute.'
It stung her pride.
But at the same time, an inexplicable good feeling washed over.
'Jerk!'
Fucking around every day, and now this.
Annoyed and horny for no reason, she whipped around and stormed off.
"What? Pouting now?"
"Not pouting."
"Pouting over a kiss. Girls love kisses, though."
"D-Don't make me laugh. Sticking your tongue in... d-dirty."
"Your neck's all red."
"M-Must be your imagination."
Striding away, she fanned her nape like self-massage.
"How about we consummate tonight? I'll make you feel good."
"N-No!"
She picked up the pace.
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Ha Yeon-seo stared at the door where Sihwan and the others had left.
Savoring the hazy cigarette smoke filling her lungs deep, she twitched the tip of her crossed leg's foot.
"Is he ballsy or just clueless~."
Leaning toward the latter, but if we're talking sheer freshness, unmatched.
Like a pebble tossed into her placid life.
His usual words and actions already sparked endless stress and awe, but that last bit? Next level.
'You interested in me?'
Good lord.
Wasn't that straight out of some third-rate play?
The phrasing itself dripped half-mockery.
Impossible to take nicely.
How many women would reply, 'Yeah, I'm interested in you'?
Especially with his wife plopped right next to him.
Depending on interpretation, it could come off as 'I'm a married guy—don't tell me you're into me? Holy shit.'
In that case, lucky if she didn't slap him.
Luckily, she wasn't that type.
Actually, it hadn't felt bad at all—better than expected.
Whether from getting used to him, or actually starting to feel fondness and desire, who knew.
But the fact she felt nothing from words that'd normally scream insult? True.
"He's got the goods to make me feel shit like this."
Men were just toys to her.
Weaker, less capable than women. Without their critically low numbers—maybe a tenth—they'd be utterly screwed.
Of course, this was pure Noblesse talk. Other races had equal or male-superior power balances.
But to her, non-Noblesse, non-Dragonian races weren't worth distinguishing genders over—they were trash species-wide.
Thus, she viewed males as inherently inferior.
Guys subconsciously picked up on it, cowering around her.
Intimidated by her wealth, terrified of her clan—no one stood tall, let alone met her eyes.
But Sihwan?
Fuck cowering—he acted like he owned the damn world, spewing arrogance and ego to piss her off, stress her out, enrage her.
Negative feelings, sure—but to her, that was fresh stimulation.
"Maybe I should drag him in and fuck him raw."