07. It's Mine.
07. It's Mine.
!!
Can't pay it back, so it's mine?
Is this maybe a confession?
'What the hell is this guy?'
Completely unexpected words made his heart race for no reason.
On top of that, the soft, squished feeling of her breasts and the maddening scent of the woman.
What had been throbbing hard since she approached got even stiffer.
"...What. Out of nowhere. A confession?"
Sihwan pretended to be unfazed as he tightened his grip on her shoulder.
She, who hadn't budged at all until now, got slightly pushed back this time.
"Confession? Did it sound that sweet? Hehe."
Eyes curving like a rainbow, blue pupils sparkling with mischief.
An inexplicable chill crept over him.
"So, how much do you need?"
She asked after stepping back a couple paces.
The thick scent that had enveloped him faded away, leaving a sudden pang of regret, but Sihwan—now fully alert from that previous attack(?—responded right away.
"To really scale up the business, we'll need a ton of cash, so wouldn't 100,000 gold be about right?"
"...Even though I said that, borrowing with zero intention of paying it back is a problem~."
"I'll pay it back."
"Wait a sec...."
Yu Ina freaked at the mention of 100,000 gold, got Yeonseo's permission, then grabbed Sihwan's collar and yanked him close.
"You already owe 110,000 gold and now you wanna borrow another 100,000? Are you nuts?!"
"Nuts? It's nothing—just sell 500 cases of cigarettes. She's making it sound all complicated, but 500 cases? Piece of cake. Look how many city slickers there are."
"So how much'd you sell today?"
"2 packs."
"You shitting me?"
"Barely any people here. Maybe 30 tops. Sell 2 packs to 30 folks? That means 2,000 packs in a crowd of 30,000, which is 200 cases."
"No...."
What the hell was this insane math?
"And check it—she's offering to lend no problem. What's that mean? She knows we can pay it back."
Yu Ina glanced back at Yeonseo, then whispered in Sihwan's ear where no one else could hear.
"What'd she whisper earlier? Some shady condition?"
"...N-nothing?"
"Watch it. The Ha Family's heartless about money. They lend for a reason. Can't pay? They'll sell your ass as a slave."
"Didn't you say you respect the Chief Instructor before?"
"Sure, as a woman from our generation, she's crushed it. But that's separate from this."
Word was Ha Yeon-seo was over 400 years old, while Yu Ina was barely 30.
A 13x age gap, but same generation 'cause Noblesse birth rates are ridiculously low.
One kid per family every 500 years is a boom, so lumping Yeonseo and Yu Ina together works fine.
Their 5,000+ year lifespans helped that vibe too.
"So don't trust that chick too much."
"...Feels like you're cockblocking? Jealous?"
"Ha! Cockblocking? Jealous?? What bullshit."
She snorted like it was the dumbest thing ever.
Exaggerated smirks and furious head shakes sent her long ponytail whipping around.
"Listen up. You and me? Total fluke we ended up hitched like this—no feelings involved."
"That's your take. You started it anyway. Don't play coy."
"Eek! Anyway! Quit the pointless yapping and make a real plan."
"You're the one flip-flopping with no plan. This then that."
"'Cause of you!"
"Didn't hear Yeonseo? Quit blaming others."
"You're the one pinning it on Chief Instructor-nim with your nonsense! This ain't the same!!"
"You guys bickering like an old married couple is cute, but wrap it up? I'm busy."
Yeonseo blew out cigarette smoke.
Bored expression—like a yawn was seconds away.
"Ah, Chief Instructor-nim, actually this guy's—"
"I'll take the loan. Hold on."
"Hey!"
"What."
"At least hear me ou—"
Chok.
"Hic?!"
"Wife just sits back and watches me work."
Sihwan shut Yu Ina up with a kiss, then headed back to Yeonseo, leaving beet-red Yu Ina behind.
"You're head over heels~."
"100,000 gold."
"Deadline?"
"Dunno. Ideally pay in a month, but shit happens. Make it a year."
"A year... 100,000 gold in one year?"
"Yeah."
"And the Yu Family loan? Affects your credit, y'know?"
"You know we can handle that much."
"Didn't I say five minutes ago? That's risky."
"You don't know us. If you did, no way you'd say that."
"Ha."
She chuckled lightly and chucked her half-smoked cigarette—worth a whole gold—on the ground.
Wasting gold like that. Chaebol perks, huh.
"Don't think I'm bluffing. I'll pry it outta you somehow."
Tiny whisper, but up close with clear lip-reading, he got it.
Sounded creepy as hell on the surface, but weirdly, Sihwan popped a boner.
"My room tomorrow. Gotta sign the contract."
Yeonseo dropped that and bounced without a backward glance.
Clicking heels faded, and that's when Eleonore and the slaves finally exhaled.
Ha Yeon-seo, alright.
Charisma on passive.
No effect on Sihwan, though.
More like the raw sex appeal—minus charisma—slammed him straight.
His dick was still rigid as fuck.
"...Dumbass... You're on your own now."
Yu Ina pitied Sihwan—now 215,000 gold in the hole—then trudged back to her office.
Overtime tonight, apparently....
"...Gotta bang her soon."
Muttered while eyeing Yu Ina's ass as she walked off.
Noblesse stunner with killer looks that'd make your eyes spin.
No fancy getup—just Academy uniform—but that backside choked him up.
"She'll come around soon? You've gotten pretty far already."
Skinship progress with her: solid.
Kisses are routine now; right mood, he gropes tits or ass.
She gropes him sometimes too—smooth sailing.
Just vibe right and score.
"Hard part's popping the cherry—easy street after."
"Disgusting thing to say as a woman."
Eleonore—wiping cold sweat nearby—piped up, but zero impact.
"Master, all goods loaded."
Mid-thought on today's play with Ina, Luna showed up.
Stall teardown spilled tons of merch, so truck time.
One truck per category already prepped—easy peasy.
"Yeah. Good job. Remember what I said?"
"Uh... Tell 'em hop in the car and head to the warehouse...."
"Yep. Say where, they'll go. But stay inside Academy."
"Yes."
"And biggest ride there's a bus? Slap posters on it. Obvious when you see."
"Got it."
She bowed politely.
Turned to go...
Grab.
Sihwan snagged her wrist.
"?"
"Nope. Rina and Ellie hit the warehouse—you're with me."
"Y-Yes?"
"...You want me sorting the warehouse?"
Luna blinked wide-eyed, while Eleonore gawked at Sihwan assigning grunt work to an 『Elf』 like her.
Whatever—Sihwan tossed Luna on his daily ride, thumbed Ellie toward the truck.
"...This is straight-up cruel, right?"
"So what. Elf hauling shit—rolls off the tongue nice."
"Ha."
Eleonore climbed aboard, bitching the whole way.
Opposite side: Rina hopped on all shy-like.
"Master, just in case, I'll tag to the warehouse."
"Gotta?"
"Ellie-ssi and Rina-ssi solo? Sketchy. Needs a supervisor. Not far, yeah?"
"Yeah. Homeward."
"Phew. Off to warehouse then."
"Cool."
"Hehe."
Sly little smile.
She raised a hand, circled left index and thumb, then jabbed it wild with her right index.
"Bon appétit."
+++
"No can do."
Jack stood up.
His coworker-slash-bud begged him: stay put, especially don't hunt for Luna.
Couldn't though.
Heart don't follow orders, y'know?
"Gotta... see Luna...!"
Slave or not, he had romance.
One day he'd bust outta this hell, live his life.
That dream? Luna was in it.
"Ain't quittin'!"
Slave status? Whatever.
Castrated? Whatever.
Long as he loves her,
And she remembers him,
Slave love's still love.
Ignored his aching crotch and stepped out.
Midway slaves hollered—but fuck 'em.
Courtyard.
Sunlight poured down—dizzy spell, nearly toppled, but balanced.
Then.
Kkiiik.
That 'car' thing?
Magic Carriage-lookin' whip rolled into the yard.
Ryu Si-hwan for sure?
Jack ducked behind a pillar—dreading a run-in—but the parked ride? Nobody dismounted.
"...Huh?"
Peeking—what's the deal?—suddenly, it started rocking.
"...?"
Nasty vibe.
Pure slave Jack? Zero clue on 'car sex,' but dude instincts screamed something.