Chapter 17
“Master. Are you awake?”
Hesitating, Heesu walked into the living room, and the scent of freshly cooked rice along with various delicious aromas hit her nose. Her head turned naturally toward the kitchen, and she saw a boy in an apron wearing vinyl gloves, mixing something, who paused to look at Heesu with a shy smile. It was the same as always.
“Please sit.”
When Heesu just stared at him blankly, Violen gestured toward the chair. Heesu sat down somewhat bewildered and looked at the dining table.
“……Wow.”
The next moment, Heesu’s mouth dropped open in amazement.
The food laid out on the table was even more abundant than usual. There was beef bulgogi with finely sliced scallions and carrots, steaming miyeok-guk (seaweed soup), rolled omelet with cheese oozing out from its yellow surface, five different types of seasoned vegetables sprinkled with sesame seeds, and stir-fried anchovies appetizingly mixed with walnuts and almonds. Even that would have been plenty, but Violen topped it off by placing freshly mixed japchae on the empty plate in the center, reaching the peak of abundance.
“Whose birthday is it?”
At Heesu’s question, Violen smiled broadly.
“No one’s.”
“Then why did you prepare such a feast from this morning?”
“Well.”
Violen smiled as he sat in the chair across from Heesu.
“Please try it. I made everything for the first time, so I’m not sure if it’ll taste good.”
For some reason feeling pressured to try it quickly, Heesu carefully picked up her chopsticks and brought them to the food. The chopsticks headed first to the japchae, neatly wrapping up glass noodles, fish cake, and spinach. The moment she put it in her mouth, Heesu’s eyes widened and an exclamation naturally burst out.
“It’s delicious!”
“That’s a relief.”
At Heesu’s reaction, Violen smiled happily.
The other dishes she tried one by one were all equally delicious, so Heesu busily moved her chopsticks, bringing food to her mouth. The power of delicious food was great and magnificent, enough to instantly blow away her troubled and uncomfortable feelings and make her happy.
But why had she been troubled and uncomfortable?
As she was chewing the meat in her mouth, Heesu met Violen’s eyes and paused.
Sitting across the table with his chin resting in his hand, smiling faintly as he looked at her—overlaid on that gentle face was the one from yesterday. The face that had stared down at her with crimson eyes, saturated with bottomless lust.
Suddenly, Heesu’s face flushed hot, and she instinctively averted her gaze in embarrassment.
Yesterday had been a complete disaster. Maybe because her body had already been sensitized from the contact with the slime, or maybe because Violen had just been that good—she didn’t know. But she’d completely lost control, completely fallen apart.
At first, she had definitely wanted to protest the nonconsensual s*x. But before long, even resisting had slipped her mind. In the end, she was the one clinging to Violen, moaning shamelessly in a voice so sultry it made her cringe just remembering it. Her mind had gone blank. She couldn’t think of anything but the pleasure.
In the middle of the living room floor, where Izzen now sat drinking his coffee, she had been taken again and again by Violen, changing positions over and over. She spread her legs without hesitation and took him in, drowning in the ecstasy. And when Violen thrust into her hard and came deep inside, she’d climaxed so violently she lost consciousness.
When she opened her eyes, it was already the next morning. Her body was neatly laid on her bed in her own room. Her skin wasn’t sticky—instead, it felt smooth and freshly washed, not a single trace of fluids anywhere. She sniffed herself and found she smelled faintly nice. Even between her legs was perfectly clean. It was a relief—but also deeply embarrassing.
Did Violen… wash her himself and tuck her into bed?
Just imagining it made her cheeks burn and a strangled sound rise in her throat. As the memories of yesterday came flooding back, the shame only grew worse.
She suddenly remembered how she used to joke about ending up like a magical girl in a hardcore hentai, getting tentacled. Back then, she had worried that maybe she’d go all the way in the next battle.
She hadn’t expected it to happen quite like this. She hadn’t expected to lose her virginity in a situation like that, or to enjoy it so much. She used to think, It’s not my real body, so even if something happens, it’s not a big deal. But having actually experienced it… it wasn’t something to take lightly. Even now that she was back in her own body, every sensation still lingered, painfully vivid. The memories didn’t feel like someone else’s—they felt like her own.
If she had lost her virginity not to Violen, but to some other demon… that really would’ve been a nightmare.
Thinking about it like that made her feel almost… relieved? And then embarrassed all over again. The memories from yesterday kept flashing in her mind, making her face burn. Even though she knew Violen was watching her, she couldn’t bring herself to look at him. Flustered and anxious, Heesu hurried to finish her meal.
After putting the empty bowls in the dishwater basin and turning around, she saw Izzen coming out of his room. For a moment, feeling a surge of emotion, Heesu glared at him briefly, but just walked past. Instead, she went to the living room and flopped down on the sofa with a thud, jutting out her lips in a sulky pout. She wanted to protest about yesterday’s events, but the fact that she couldn’t even bring up the topic because she was too embarrassed about what she had done in front of him yesterday made her furious.
Especially the fact that she now felt she absolutely shouldn’t ask about Izzen’s hat made her so frustrated she felt like she was going to lose her mind.
By the way, what happened to that slime from yesterday?
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