The Paper That Sees the Future (3)

Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.

Hundreds of thousands…? So that meant three hundred and twenty thousand views?

I counted again. And again. And again.

The number never changed.

Well — it was still climbing in real time, so it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was changing, technically.

Subscribers already… thirty thousand.

Thirty thousand? Not three hundred — thirty thousand? How did a channel pick up subscribers this fast?

Comments had blown past ten thousand.

And it was sitting at number six on the real-time trending list.

I went straight to check.

The comments were overflowing with talk about Master's beauty.

The "it's filtered" camp and the "she's just that pretty" camp were locked in a vicious war.

The fighting alone seemed to be inflating the comment count.

The same comment again.

It had so many likes and replies that I clicked it out of habit.

Spam comments.

The kind I'd only ever seen on famous channels.

I never thought I'd be looking at them on ours this soon.

Should I be happy? That enough eyes were on us for spam to show up?

I hit block and kept reading a little further.

If it wasn't about Master's looks, the comments fell into one of two categories.

People captivated by the way Master ate.

That was one of the reasons I'd wanted to film and upload her eating videos in the first place.

There was something hypnotic about watching Master eat.

It stirred your appetite and somehow made you keep watching — a devilish kind of magnetism lived in it.

And the other category was all about the sound.

Most of them were raving about the sound.

The Transparent Recorder's effect was clearly working.

The mic I'd bought probably wouldn't see any more use.

Maybe I should sell it secondhand.

I lost track of time reading the comments.

And as I kept going, I found plenty of joke comments too.

The kind of comments you usually saw under videos of people with great bodies playing guitar.

Only Master's lips were on screen, and the reaction was still like this.

That was how magnetic Master's jaw and lips were.

I'd expected a good response, but nothing close to this.

Especially not less than a day after uploading the first video.

And it would only keep accelerating from here, wouldn't it?

A few crossed the line.

I casually fired off some blocks and glanced over at Master.

Haa… haa…

My mouth was itching to brag right away.

But Master was fast asleep with her hand resting on my head.

Filming was at one in the afternoon.

Plenty of time left, so I'd brag once she woke up.

Ah — not brag. Congratulate. It was Master's channel, after all.

If things kept going this well, Master's confidence and self-esteem would climb, and she'd start having more fun filming, which would help her blow off stress too.

"Mmph, mmph."

I sucked on Master's pretty nipple a little longer, then got up.

There was something else I wanted to check besides YouTube.

I crawled over on all fours toward where the bag was.

I needed to check the Pocket — something about it had changed.

I needed to see exactly how.

Until now, whenever I'd thought I want a cigarette, cigarettes had come out. Separately, mysterious items had also appeared the old way, complete with instruction papers.

Judging by what I'd seen so far, the change was something worth getting excited about.

Could I get a steady supply of cigarettes now?

And if so — would it only spit out extra cigarettes?

Or could I actually pick and pull out whatever I wanted?

Either way, I might be able to offer Han Ahyoung a cigarette every single day.

Which meant I'd get even more of her affection.

Get touched even more.

Thump-thump♥

For a second Master's order not to give them away floated up — but so did yesterday's words that it wasn't my fault.

I couldn't help it.

When a superior woman like Han Ahyoung trained me like this, what was I supposed to do…

I couldn't go against her words. I had no choice but to give them to her.

I slipped my hand into the crossbody bag sitting off to the side.

I took one deep breath before reaching into the Pocket.

I want a cigarette, I repeated to myself.

Something settled into my palm almost immediately.

I ran my tongue over my lips, eyes sparkling.

A cigarette. Another 27th-century tobacco stick.

Twitch-twitch♥

For some reason my cock was getting hard.

Just from looking at a cigarette.

Like Pavlov's dog drooling at the sound of a bell, my body had been thoroughly conditioned.

Tomorrow I'd try pulling out something else.

See if it worked with things other than cigarettes.

If I could choose any of the items that had come out of the Pocket before, it'd be far more useful.

Just in case, I tried to pull out more — but it seemed this, too, only worked once a day.

To confirm things properly, I reached into the Pocket again.

A different feel from the one that had just given me the cigarette.

The original Pocket I'd been using all along.

Rustle.

Paper, right away.

An instruction sheet.

But this time there was no item with it — only the paper itself.

None other than the paper that sees the future.

The instruction sheet itself was the item.

Every other instruction paper had just been ordinary paper, unfortunately.

And with this, it was confirmed.

A pocket that stored items like a subspace.

A pocket that spat out mysterious items at random.

And probably — a pocket that let me choose from items that had already appeared.

The feel at my fingertips was subtly different for each, too.

Safe to treat them as entirely separate Pockets.

I wondered what to call them to keep them straight, then hit on a good idea.

Something like 2D, 3D, and 4D would work fine.

The subspace for storing items: 2D.

The one that let me choose from previous items: 3D.

The one that handed out random items: 4D.

I was getting excited — then blinked.

Ah. I was supposed to make a morning call.

I'd completely lost track.

I dialed Han Ahyoung right away, and just like before, the call connected before the ringtone even finished once.

"Yeees… I just got up. When did you wake up, Noona?"

Thump♥

A morning call was supposed to be for waking someone up.

My chest fluttered so strangely I put a hand over it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠without thinking.

My heart was pounding hard.

"Yes. She's sleeping."

The room Han Ahyoung was staying in was right next door.

I'd slipped over sideways and had sex with her a few times before.

Lately it had gotten a little rarer.

Somehow the timing just never lined up.

"Right… now…?"

Twitch♥

So it showed in my voice…

"Yeees…♡ Ah, but I have something I need to do right now."

The urge was hard to fight, but there was something I had to try immediately.

If I went to Han Ahyoung now, there was no telling when I'd make it back.

"Ah, n-no… it's just—"

Han Ahyoung cut me off, voice casual and cool.

"…"

Twitch♥

Twitch-twitch♥

"N-Noona…♡"

"Yeshh♡ See you later, Noona."

Click—

I stared at the ended-call screen.

So this was what it was like, talking on the phone twice a day every day.

This one had ended too fast, so tonight I'd make it a little longer. Ah.

Thump-thump-thump-thump♥

Before I knew it I was panting.

Once I'd calmed down, I picked up the Future Paper.

Honestly, I'd hoped it would show up at least once.

Since it had, I decided to test it right away.

I'd even turned down Han Ahyoung for this, after all.

This time I wouldn't tear it — I'd punch a hole and lock in a specific point in the future.

When I pressed my index finger to it, I felt resistance.

Like the repulsive force of a magnet, pushing back.

I applied a little more pressure, and the grain of the paper rippled in a mysterious way.

As if asking me how far I wanted to push through.

I fixed the moment I wanted in my mind and committed to making the hole as large as possible.

As my fingertip drew closer, the paper shuddered and writhed.

A round hole opened at the center, then gradually widened.

Riiip.