Chapter 5
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Phobia's Intimate Interference
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Lee Byung-joo's symptoms were worsening by the day. In the office, when one female employee brought in shell-shaped madeleines, he freaked out so badly that his teammates gave him puzzled looks.
He'd recently learned that many necklaces and earrings women wore featured shell designs. On days when a female colleague from his team sported such earrings, he flinched every time they crossed paths.
'Sigh... what's wrong with me lately?'
Just glimpsing anything remotely shell-like left him on the verge of a nervous breakdown—chest tightening, mind unraveling.
Despite his poor condition thanks to this shellfish nonsense, life with his newlywed wife, Seo Jin-ah, was blissfully sweet. Known for his playboy ways that matched his good looks, Byung-joo had dated plenty of women before marriage.
Then he met Seo Jin-ah, a new hire in the same department. As her senior, he taught her the ropes, and they grew close fast.
She looked so innocent, like she'd barely been with any men. True to form, Byung-joo sweet-talked her, but uncharacteristically invested over a hundred days before they finally slept together.
He'd never forget that night. Even with his vast experience, he'd never seen such perfect breasts. Asian genetics seemed to limit even the hottest women from having truly voluptuous busts to match.
Sure, some had amazing racks, but their faces fell short or something was off. He'd bedded women with killer hips, only for their chests to underwhelm. Fake boobs? The unnatural feel turned him off. Nothing beat the real deal.
With her egg-shaped face, flawless pale skin, and innocent beauty, Seo Jin-ah was already captivating. But before sleeping with her, Byung-joo hadn't felt anything serious like marriage material.
She was just a fun girlfriend to keep around.
But Jin-ah was the real hidden gem. Innocent looks hiding a bust that screamed D-cup—if not more. Despite the size, they were perfectly teardrop-shaped, with untouched pink nipples and areolas. Her total lack of experience hooked him completely.
After that dreamlike first time breaking her in, he proposed not long after. He'd always figured marriage could wait till his late thirties, but the thought of other guys pawing at his blank-canvas Jin-ah made his blood boil.
"Honey~ You worked hard today."
Jin-ah, home first, was tying on an apron to make dinner. Even the loose fabric couldn't hide her chest's presence.
"Mwah... smack smack."
Byung-joo showered her with deep, passionate kisses before even setting down his bag. Her cherry lips tasted sweet, her soft tongue welcoming him. His free hand kneaded the plump swell of her breast. Sticky-sweet like glutinous rice cakes—endlessly addictive.
"Honey... haah... what about dinner?..."
Jin-ah could barely think straight amid his fierce kisses and fingers zeroing in on her chest. Despite their size, her breasts were one of her most sensitive spots.
His iron stamina and raging libido burned hotter since meeting her. Except during her period, she endured his full-on assaults without fail, day after day.
Yet she blushed so cutely every time, no matter how routine the intimacy felt to him.
"Smack... slurp... Honey... dinner first, sweetie... later slurp... smack smack..."
"Haah... haaah..."
Peeling off her top revealed her pale breasts in all their glory. Byung-joo groped the massive mounds that overflowed his grasp, making them slosh wildly like crashing waves. He relentlessly sucked and nibbled the shy pink nipples atop those peaks.
"Haa, I can't hold back—gonna slide in now."
"Ahng... honey... not in the kitchen, it's too embarrassing..."
He hadn't planned it, but her shy expression and flushed face ignited any man's conquest drive. That only fueled him more—he yanked down her skirt and panties in one go.
Now fully nude, her huge breasts peeked from her sides.
"Haa... haa..."
Unable to wait, Byung-joo moved to thrust into her—but then,
"Gasp!"
The sight between her legs—light fuzz barely hiding her shyly closed slit—hit him like a truck. Clutching his chest, he collapsed.
"Haa... haa... haa..."
His vision blurred as he crumpled to the kitchen floor.
"Honey!! Are you okay???"
"Haa... haa... I'm fine..."
He reassured her worried gaze. He'd snapped out of it, but now he realized even his wife's demure folds triggered that inexplicable terror.
It was a night that made him crave the cigarettes he'd quit for her sake upon marriage.
"Oh right, Lee Byung-joo!"
Spotting him in the company cafeteria, Yi Hyunwoo recalled amplifying his shellfish phobia at the team dinner a few days back.
'Yeah... what was it, that hard-to-pronounce phobia I boosted...'
Curious, Hyunwoo pulled up his smartphone's work system for Byung-joo's profile.
[Love] for Seo Jin-ah
[Happiness] from newlywed life
[Fear] of shellfish (Shellfish Phobia) - Amplification active
[Anxiety] about own sexual function - new!!
'Oho?'
His Mental and overall stats had tanked.
'What's a shellfish phobia got to do with turning Byung-joo into this wreck?'
From afar, it was hard to see clearly, but Byung-joo's face was a far cry from his usual cocky self—hollow eyes ringed with dark circles told the tale.
'Did he see a pussy and think shellfish? Sexual function anxiety too? Heh heh.'
Deep down, Hyunwoo savored a twisted thrill at perfect Byung-joo—handsome, hot wife, the works—suffering like this.
'Yeah, gotta amp this up too.'
Hyunwoo tapped to amplify the sexual function [Anxiety].
[Current administrator privileges do not allow amplifying or reducing two or more emotions at once.]
'Tch, can't do two at a time yet, huh.'
The shellfish phobia seemed primed for insane synergy with sexual anxiety, but he shelved the regret and boosted the new one.
[Love] for Seo Jin-ah
[Happiness] from newlywed life
[Fear] of shellfish (Shellfish Phobia)
[Anxiety] about own sexual function - Amplification active
'Now I get it. The work system's real power.'
The human brain crunches countless calculations flawlessly even for something simple like eating. Scooping rice with a spoon draws on childhood memories, choices like right or left hand, where to put the other—endless options.
Now imagine tossing an artificial variable into that complex system. Even a tiny one, like a butterfly's flap birthing a hurricane, could cascade into massive effects on consciousness.
That's why manipulating human consciousness has been studied endlessly, but calculating every variable to steer someone precisely? Near impossible.
Yet here, amplifying or reducing emotions via psychological messages lets him hack their mind!
'Not total control, but still insane.'
Hyunwoo marveled again at the admin privileges' might. His light screen taps, mere butterfly wings, whipped up target-shattering storms.
Byung-joo's case proved it. A fleeting negative thought about shellfish, nagged and expanded via the system. It spread from actual shells to similar shapes, images—over time, overwhelming his mind.
One bad memory balloons into phobia, breaching the dam called Mental.
'Eventually, boom. Heh heh heh.'
'What if my junk's busted?' The system would relentlessly amplify that passing worry.
Most erectile dysfunction? Psychological. Lingering anxiety leads to a few failures, which amps the fear—vicious cycle.
Could Byung-joo end up fully impotent? Hyunwoo mused.
"Hahaha... HAHAHAHA!!!"
Unable to contain the sleazy glee, he burst into vile laughter.
Four months into marriage, Seo Jin-ah had a new worry. Too embarrassing to confide even in friends.
"Mm..."
It was their married life in bed.
'We used to do it so often it felt excessive... but lately...'
Jin-ah had no experience with other men besides Byung-joo. Strict parents controlled her outfits, outings—everything.
No trips with guy friends, dating under heavy restrictions. Her innocent beauty and killer curves drew hordes of suitors; she'd dated a few, but parental meddling wore them out.
Job and independence freed her. First boyfriend? Byung-joo.
So she couldn't guess why their intimacy had plummeted. Her conservative upbringing made consulting anyone unthinkable.
From honeymoon to weeks ago, he'd ravished her nonstop, day or night. It hurt at first, but now she craved it—his skills awakening her lust fully.
'Am I too passive? Or is he already bored of me, honey??'
She always received passively. Mostly missionary, occasional doggy—that was it.
She'd overheard ways to please men, but they mortified her. Initiating actively? She'd seem too easy.
With experience, she'd know a woman's eager service or new positions spice things up. But virgin-to-Byung-joo Jin-ah? Clueless.
"Alright! Tonight, I'll take the initiative with honey."
Just thinking it flushed her face fiery hot.
'So embarrassing... but different from usual...'
For sex's pleasure—no, their happy marriage—Jin-ah steeled herself.