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EP.169 – It Wouldn’t Be an Affair Anymore, Would It? 

After that, a night of wild passion passed, filled with countless rounds of exploring each other’s bodies. As the skyline of Isang City faintly brightened beyond the huge glass windows, the heat from their lovemaking still lingered atop the bed, tangled in the finest goose-down covers. 

“Mnya…” With his arm as a pillow, Hyunseong smiled softly at Mi-na, who was sleeping deeply and completely unaware of the world. “She’s totally knocked out. I just meant to spoil her a little, but now I’m stuck,” he murmured, half amused. 

“You know, it’s your fault for being so rough and intense,” Ju-young teased, lying beside him as she gave his side a playful pinch. Her face, still emblazoned red, showed she was remembering their earlier escapades, her fingers gently massaging her lower stomach. “Even I… still feel sore deep inside,” she admitted. 

“Who was it who kept begging for more even after I finished so many times?” Hyunseong shot back slyly. Embarrassed at the spot-on retort, Ju-young looked away. 

“It's just, I got a little too into it, that’s all…,” she mumbled, making a half-hearted excuse right as… 

“Mm… Ssenpaaai…” Suddenly, a whimpering voice cried out in the bedroom, and both froze at once. Before their eyes could even turn, Mi-na, still using Hyunseong’s arm as a pillow, snuggled tightly into his embrace. “Don’t leave me… mnya…” The sleep-talking was followed by a moment where Hyunseong and Ju-young caught each other's eyes and burst into giggles. 

After the soft laughter faded, a gentle peace returned to the room. Before long, Ju-young, too, drifted closer, using Mi-na’s sleeping breaths as a soothing backdrop, pressing her supple breasts contentedly into Hyunseong’s firm chest. 

“Really… who would have imagined Mi-na and I lying like this in your arms?” she murmured. 

“No one would have,” he replied. Even he would never have imagined this, back before he possessed this life. 

“Well, you used to be really scared of me, Hyunseong,” she recalled. 

“That was only because you were desperate to devour me back then,” he joked, making Ju-young look up, slightly flustered. 

“T-that’s only because you used to be so clueless!” 

“So you’re different now?” 

“Of course.” With a confident voice, she slipped her hand under the covers, stroking down his lower abdomen. 

“Now… you’re strong, and I rely on you.” Her hand slowly found and gently grasped what was left of his arousal. 

“This… this is plenty reliable, too♥” she whispered mischievously, looking up into his face. The way she looked at him now, with a trust and affection deeper than anything she’d shown before, caught him off guard. 

“Still, those dark circles under your eyes never go away. Hah.” Her teasing made Hyunseong snort. No matter how much else changed, those marks never did. For whatever reason, it seemed like they never would like some kind of signature. 

“Mmm. Feels good.” Enjoying the touch of the silk sheets, she sighed contentedly as Hyunseong asked, “Do you like it here?” 

“There was a time… I wanted to live in a place like this,” she answered. When she got married, she dreamed if only for a moment of a future here with her husband. “But now isn’t the time to care about such things...” 

“If you really want to live here, I can make it happen,” he said, stroking her hair gently and whispering in her ear so seductively she couldn’t finish her sentence. “If you leave your husband and come to me, I’ll pay off all your debts, you can live here in this penthouse you always wanted.” 

It was a proposal almost impossible to refuse. Ju-young’s pupils shook for a second, but then she bit her lip and slowly shook her head. “…Thank you, but I must decline.” Her voice was firm. “That’s a problem for my family alone. I don’t want to owe you in that way.” 

Raising herself slightly in his arms, she looked straight into Hyunseong’s eyes. “Besides, if I did that…” Her smile twisted just slightly. “Then my relationship with you... wouldn’t be an ‘affair’ anymore, would it?” 

For a second, Hyunseong stared at her in surprise, then burst out laughing as the meaning dawned on him. ‘As expected, she’s got a perfectly twisted logic,’ he thought, admiring the way she wanted to keep her pride while also refusing to give up the forbidden thrill. But that was exactly the kind of relationship that suited them. 

“Go to sleep for now. You must be tired,” he said, holding her close again. Ju-young docilely nuzzled into his chest like a cat and murmured, “I will.” Her warm breath seeped into Hyunseong’s heart. “Looking forward to the trip…” “Me too,” he replied, looking down in turn at the sleeping Mi-na and the woman snuggled in his arms. It was sure to be a good time. 

“Mmm.” The heat wrapping his lower body pulled Hyunseong back to consciousness. There was a soft groan and as the movement under the blanket paused, he lifted the covers to find Lizetta in a neat maid outfit, lifting her head. Traces of his cock still gleamed on her glossy lips. 

“Good morning, Lizetta…” he managed in a half-awake voice as he checked both sides Mi-na and Ju-young were still holding on to his arms, lost in dreams, likely worn out from last night’s passion. 

“You must be tired after all the cooking you did yesterday. You should rest more,” he said. 

“I’m fine. And taking care of your morning wood, Master, is the most important task for a maid.” She said it without a hint of embarrassment, and before he could even retort, she took him into her mouth again, mumbling, “Chu-rup, chuup… I’ll make sure to teach the two new girls properly as well.” 

‘Does she feel responsible now that she has juniors under her?’ Hyunseong mused. Or maybe she just wanted revenge for how much she was made to serve before. From what he knew, Lizetta was pretty Spartan when it came to teaching household duties. Still, it might be nice to try the two new girls’ morning blowjobs, he thought. Though, whether they’d be so quick to follow orders… Well, if needed, a seal would fix that. 

Chuoop, chuwaaap without warning, her tongue swirled around the tip, her mouth pulling him in so deep it nearly became a vacuum. Even after being spent multiple times during the night, his cock jerked energetically at her expert service. 

Feeling him react in her mouth, Lizetta glanced up with a trace of satisfaction and began to lavish him with her tongue in earnest. The sticky slurping sounds filled the room, finally ending only after Hyunseong let out a long, satisfied moan and came in her mouth. 

He left the cleanup to Lizetta, and, wearing only a robe, stepped out of the bedroom. The vast penthouse living room, flooded with morning sunlight, sparkled dazzlingly. Lost in unreality, Hyunseong’s eyes drifted to the news streaming on the wall-mounted TV. Dozens of microphones and blinding camera flashes filled the screen. 

At the center sat a woman with a cold, doll-like expression. He recognized her from Mi-na’s gossip and the news it was Yuna, Korea’s top model. The news was replaying a recording of her press conference. 

[According to the agency, all activities are on indefinite hold for the sake of the artist’s recovery…] Despite the rain of questions, Yuna sat perfectly still, staring coldly into the front camera, completely emotionless. 

“Hm. So she’s resting…” Hyunseong muttered. ‘Things like this happened while I was possessed, huh.’ 

While he was lost in thought, the anchor’s voice carried on: [The agency announced that after halting activities, Yuna will be staying in her hometown of Isang City for rest.] 

So, Isang City. Well, he himself didn’t care, but Mi-na would probably be surprised to hear that. 

“…Hm? Wait. This is a rebroadcast?” On closer look, it was footage from yesterday’s press conference. So Mi-na must already know the news. But there was something something nagging him about Yuna. 

“Why? You thinking of going after that top model now?” asked a new voice, and Hyunseong turned to find the girl sprawled on the sofa in nothing but a baggy T-shirt, slender legs bare as she munched on snacks. The girl, once intimidating when he first encountered her in the hidden dimension, now looked every inch a reclusive shut-in Child herself. 

“I told you not to come out when the other two are around,” he grumbled. 

“They’re asleep now. Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” With a lazy wave, Child turned back to the TV. 

Why did he feel this bubbling inside his chest? Was this what poor parenting felt like? 

“Master, good morning!” said a bright, cheerful voice behind him. Turning around, he saw Naeun in crisp maid attire, carrying freshly brewed coffee and wearing a flawless, professional smile. Or at least it looked flawless. 

“Did you enjoy last night?” she asked. Ignoring the subtle barbs in her question, Hyunseong surveyed the area. “Well, thanks to you. What about the other one?” 

“Ah, Seohyun wasn’t feeling well, so I told her to rest today. She seemed especially sore in the ‘waist’ area.” As she emphasized ‘waist,’ it almost felt as if a black aura billowed up behind her with fury. 

Well, considering how hard he went at her last night, back pain was only expected. “Yeah. Tell her to take care of herself.” “I will, absolutely.” If it weren’t for their deal, that look in her eyes said she’d throttle him right now. 

“So what’s your schedule for today, Master?” Naeun asked as he sat on the sofa, taking a sip of the coffee she poured. 

“I’m heading out for lunch.” As he spoke, he pulled out his phone. He’d sent a message the night before, just in case. Unlocking, he opened his chat with “Yeri Noona” first. 

[Me]: Yeri Noona! It’s Hyunwoo. Are you free tomorrow? Can I come visit you? 

[Yeri Noona]: What’s this, all of a sudden? I’m busy tomorrow, you know. 

[Me]: Oh well… Guess I’ll just go see Seung-a then. 

[Yeri Noona]: Hey. 

[Yeri Noona]: She probably doesn’t have time for you. 

[Me]: You never know till you try. 

[Yeri Noona]: Ha… Fine. Come to my place but you can’t stay long. 

Her reluctant permission made Hyunseong grin, satisfied. He checked his chat with “Seung-a Noona” next, where the conversation was full of innocent warmth. 

[Me]: Sorry I haven’t been in touch things have suddenly been so busy lately… 

[Seung-a]: No, that’s okay! I get it! If you’re busy, you’re busy! Of course I feel a little neglected, but that’s what happens, right! 

[Me]: So, want to meet up tomorrow? I want to eat something good together. 

[Seung-a]: Really?!!? Yes! Absolutely! 

Seeing both, he mused that it’d be annoying to meet separately friends should have no secrets. 

When lunchtime was near, Ju-young and Mi-na, though unwilling, prepared to leave. Hyunseong escorted them to the exclusive penthouse elevator. 

On the ride down, Mi-na clung to his arm and whined, “What a shame. I wanted to stay longer…” 

“You can come back whenever you want. It’s my place, after all.” He patted her head comfortingly. 

Standing beside him, Ju-young cleared her throat, adding, “…Hyunseong? Mi-na isn’t the only one who’ll miss you.” Then, as if embarrassed by her own words, her cheeks turned tomato red, and Hyunseong reached out and patted her head too. 

“You look happy, Team Leader,” Mi-na teased slyly. Ju-young quickly forced down her smile. 

Giggling, Mi-na seemed to remember something and turned to Hyunseong. “Did you know, Senior? That Yuna who just announced her break she’s living in one of the Isang Felice buildings right now.” 

“How’d you hear that?” 

Mi-na brandished her phone triumphantly. “Nothing’s a secret online these days! It’s already all over the communities and YouTube. The entertainment reporters are camping out there too, apparently.” She poked him in the side, asking mischievously, “So? Are you interested? She’s the most eligible girl in Korea.” 

“Hm… Not really,” Hyunseong replied disinterestedly. “A top model… she’s in a different league. Can’t say I’ve ever thought about it much.” Both before and after gaining his powers, he’d never cared about celebrities or unattainable women there were enough fantastical options in other dimensions. 

“Eeh, but with your ridiculous luck, who knows? Maybe you’ll really meet Yuna. You bought a penthouse with your investment, after all.” “If meeting a celebrity were that easy, why are reporters struggling so hard?” “Hmmph.” Mi-na grinned like a sneaky fox, as if she’d finally found something to tease him about. “Well, even if you did meet her, someone like Yuna and someone like you wouldn’t really match up.” 

“Oh, so you still haven’t had enough punishment since last night?” “Hehe.” Only last night she was begging not to be abandoned, and now she was back to being a cheeky junior. 

Still… Yuna, huh. He did feel a spark of curiosity. With his protagonist’s luck, maybe it wasn’t just a dream, either… 

Ding  Just as Hyunseong’s thoughts trailed off, the elevator doors slid open in the first-floor lobby. 

And then  “…What the hell is that?” The three of them froze. 

Where the luxurious, wide lobby should have been, it was instead jam-packed with people, leaving no place to even step. Journalists with cameras and microphones, fans with their phones raised high, all blocked the building’s main entrance, as if the entire structure had been besieged.