On the bed, faint light settled softly.
Yeon Haneul lay defenseless, clad in white undergarments that seemed on the verge of revealing her skin yet did not.
As if begging to be devoured whole.
But I mustn’t let my guard down.
“Gyeonu.”
“Yeah.”
“Hurry over here….”
Yeon Haneul was not in a position to be one-sidedly devoured.
She was a predator just like me, and she was trying to devour me as well.
Thus, if I rushed in recklessly, I could end up losing not just the initiative, but my very soul altogether.
In the end, what matters is compatibility.
We had to match our rhythm.
To that end, we revealed our desires without hesitation, yet prioritized consideration for each other so that we could enjoy this together.
Like that, offering our own bodies and exploring each other’s.
“Hah….”
We pressed our lips together deeply, mixed our tongues, exchanged saliva.
Then, when I stopped and pulled back, saliva stretched like a thread before snapping and falling to the corner of Yeon Haneul’s mouth.
Even so, she didn’t seem to mind. Gazing blankly at me as I moved away, she let out a sigh of admiration.
Her jewel-like red eyes were filled with deep longing.
*She’s beautiful….*
And the breath she exhaled?
It was sweet and hot enough to melt a person’s heart.
I wanted to inhale it.
Drawn by Yeon Haneul’s hand hastily trying to wrap around my neck, I overlapped my lips with hers once more.
And while groping lower, I smoothly slipped my hand inside her white stockings.
“No…. You have to handle these carefully. You can’t get them dirty….”
“Why?”
“I borrowed them from Dasom-sunbae…. I have to use them cleanly and return them. So… I’ll take them off slowly.”
“Then I’ll just buy her new ones. Let’s keep these.”
“But for Dasom-sunbae and Suhyeok-sunbae, these clothes must be filled with memories….”
“It’s fine. If those seniors have any conscience, they won’t be able to complain to us. Honestly, they got married thanks to us, didn’t they?”
“What? You…. Do you like this outfit that much?”
“I like it. Anything you wear.”
“Kik. Alright, fine. Do as you like. But you’re the one who has to apologize to the seniors later, got it?”
“Yeah, I will.”
Yeon Haneul gave her permission.
Perhaps….
She might have had some ulterior motives of her own.
Regardless, from that point on, we blazed up even more fiercely.
Letting go of reason, faithful to our instincts, we fell into each other.
Entrusting our bodies and souls to carnal pleasure.
“Gyeonu, does it feel good? I… love it. Hnngh…!”
“It feels good. I love it too.”
As our union deepened.
Yeon Haneul panted with her eyes completely unfocused, moaning.
I was probably no different.
We were a married couple now, after all, so we communed with each other boldly, without hesitation.
That was when we heard the sound.
Thump, thump!
It was the sound of the wall being hit from the next room—the couple’s chamber of Seong Dasom and Eun Suhyeok.
Enjoying a kiss while facing Yeon Haneul, I inwardly tilted my head.
*Strange? I heard Geumgangseok Dormitory has good soundproofing…. Just how hard did they hit for the sound to carry? Did they get into a fight? Should I go stop them…. No, wait.*
I suddenly realized.
The sound of them hitting the wall, as if targeting our room….
Was a signal to us.
Please, be quiet….
*Did our sounds leak out? How? They said the soundproofing was good. Shoddy construction? Was it a lie?*
At this rate, I couldn’t even comfortably make love in a couple’s room.
I was bewildered.
Still, trying to honor the next room’s request, I attempted to lower our volume….
Right then.
“Honey, look only at me.”
“….”
“Only me, only me, only me. Don’t think about anything else.”
Yeon Haneul grabbed my face and demanded my exclusive attention.
She didn’t seem to care about the sounds from next door.
Soon, she pushed me, toppling me onto the bed.
She flicked her tongue out.
“We can still keep going, right? If it’s hard, just stay still, honey. I’ll… hnn, take care of it….”
“…I’ll do it. Turn around.”
In her current state.
It was impossible to rouse Yeon Haneul, who was completely intoxicated with pleasure.
Ah, screw it.
I decided not to care at all whether the next room heard us or not.
*Sorry, but sleep well on your own! We’re going to enjoy ourselves more.*
Just as Yeon Haneul wished.
I decided to focus on her.
It was maddening.
Before long, the next room seemed to give up, and the sounds stopped.
Just when I thought so….
Ah, you… that place is dirty….
There is no place on you that is dirty.
As if competing against us.
The sounds of Seong Dasom and Eun Suhyeok having relations came through.
Through the open window.
Only then did I solve the mystery.
*So the sound leaked through the window. I’ll have to be careful from now on.*
But that was that, and this was this.
My competitive spirit was ignited.
To avoid losing to the next room, I poured out even more passion.
Yeon Haneul noticed midway and responded enthusiastically.
Then the sounds coming from next door grew even louder….
Kyaa! What are you doing!? It’s dangerous! I’m heavy!
It’s fine. You’re not heavy at all. If you wish, I have the confidence to never let you down until death.
“Does it feel good? Good? Do you like me? Hmm? Without me… would you feel like dying?”
“…I love it. I love it so much I could die… so from now on, stick close to me. Don’t go anywhere.”
Like that.
We competed throughout the night.
* * *
Until now, I had kept silent about not only my past life, but also the secrets entangled with this world.
I had vaguely believed that if the time came for me to reveal them, it would be after everything had ended, once I had broken away from the game’s story.
But a married couple is a community of fate.
No matter how harshly the world treated us, since we had decided to share our lives and unconditionally stand by each other, I could not maintain my silence forever.
Hadn’t Yeon Haneul been waiting for me to tell her since long ago?
Now was the time to speak.
“I have a confession to make to you.”
“….”
After making love to the extent of leaving traces in every corner of each other’s bodies, as if flaunting our possessiveness.
I decided to be completely honest.
Yeon Haneul, lying stretched out on the bed with her back bare and wearing nothing, perked up her rabbit ears.
“The truth is….”
Despite it being quite a long story.
Yeon Haneul listened attentively without a word.
Eventually, when I finished my tale.
“Mmm, I see.”
“…That’s it?”
Yeon Haneul reacted calmly.
It was unexpected to me.
Then, hugging a pillow and lying on her side, she snickered.
“Then what should I say?”
“That’s….”
“I’ve noticed since a long time ago. That you had secrets. So it’s not very surprising. Rather, I suspected you might be a regressor.”
“A regressor?”
“Yeah. You acted like you knew things that would happen in the future. Eunbi suspected the same. Regression appears frequently in genre content these days. But I never imagined you were a reincarnator, or that this world was similar to the game world you enjoyed in your past life.”
“Ha, well….”
Yeon Haneul giggled.
I, on the other hand, clicked my tongue with a hollow feeling.
Then she reached out and took my hand.
We interlaced our fingers.
“Still, I’m glad you told me. And… thank you. Truly.”
“Thank me? For what?”
“For saving me from my fate. According to your story, I was fated to fall as the Calamity Witch and meet death at your hands and the children’s. Or destroy the world…. That very well might have happened. Before I met you, Gyeonu… I couldn’t find a reason to live in this world. Sometimes I even resented it….”
“….”
“Besides, I was a mid-boss. Not Hanbyeol’s party member. So… it makes me happy to think that you tried to care for me with a purer heart.”
I’m truly grateful that I could meet you.
Yeon Haneul conveyed warm sentiments that left me feeling fulfilled.
Then she climbed on top of me.
Our bodies overlapped.
Our eyes met.
“Then, you know.”
“Yeah.”
“Across all your lives, what number was I?”
“….”
Yeon Haneul giggled playfully.
Yet her eyes looking at me held subtle expectation.
I pulled up the corners of my mouth.
“You’re the first.”
“Really? You don’t have to lie just to make me feel better. I’ll forgive you if you tell the truth. It was a past life anyway, so what does it matter?”
“It’s the truth. Really. You’ll probably be my first and last.”
“Tch. No, it sounds like a lie? Still… it feels nice. Yeah, I’ll believe you.”
Both Yeon Haneul and I smiled.
We spent an intimate time gazing at each other like that.
Feeling each other’s body heat, rolling lightly across the bed as if playing….
In the midst of that, she broached a topic.
“But it’s a bit strange.”
“What is?”
“Well…. There are parts that make me wonder if such things could really be implemented to that extent, listening to your story. Of course, since I don’t play games, I might just not know…. But it’s hard to imagine at my level of knowledge. Was the technology in your past world that advanced?”
“No, not really…. Rather, the technology here is better. Magic has developed too….”
“Above all….”
“….”
“Even if you know the future through a game, I wonder if you could know it in such detail. A game couldn’t perfectly capture the world we live in. And yet, looking back at you so far… you’ve handled things skillfully without bumbling. As if….”
As if you had experienced it directly.
I couldn’t help but swallow at the question Yeon Haneul threw.
Because I had never thought of it.
Strangely, it was a question that wouldn’t have been odd to consider even once.
*Why did I take it for granted?*
Well, because in my past life, in the game….
I suddenly couldn’t be certain.
When I tried to dig up memories of my past life, vivid scenes surfaced—too realistic to dismiss as merely a game.
As if.
“….”
As if I had been there myself.
I felt confusion.
I couldn’t distinguish between my past life and the game.
Doubts burst forth from that point onward.
*What, why….*
Why can’t I remember what I looked like in my past life?
The parents who abandoned me?
The friends I lived with at the orphanage?
The boss I couldn’t stand to look at?
The scenery outside the house I lived in?
Why, why, why….
*Why can’t I remember anything? Except for things about the game?*
Was it because eighteen years had passed since my reincarnation?
The more I thought about it….
The memories of my past life were growing hazy.
As if they had all been fiction….
In the first place.
*How did I die in my past life?*
It was laughable that I was only now recalling this fundamental question about my reincarnation.
I tried desperately to think.
But I didn’t know.
Soon, my head throbbed.
“Ugh….”
“Gyeonu, are you okay?”
“Sorry, I can’t seem to remember….”
“It’s okay. Come here.”
Yeon Haneul comforted me.
She pulled me into her embrace.
I buried my face in her chest and closed my eyes.
“I must be tired…. I should get some sleep. We still have time, right? Until we have to leave for school.”
“Yeah, about two hours. Rest comfortably. I’ll wake you up later.”
“But two hours isn’t much…. Should we skip morning classes?”
“What? Wouldn’t Instructor Noeul scold us? The kids will tease us too….”
“So what. If we’re late, we’re late. We’re a married couple, so they’ll understand.”
“You. You’re a student before you’re a married couple.”
Unfortunately, I failed to persuade Yeon Haneul and had to go to school late.
As an aside.
“Ah….”
That morning.
As we left our room, we happened to run into Seong Dasom and Eun Suhyeok coming out of the next room.
All four of us, remembering what had transpired during the night, were too embarrassed to raise our faces.
The walk to school was incredibly awkward.
* * *
Unfortunately.
Since the Guncheonggeom, which I had cherished as my main weapon, had been returned to the Singeom Doga.
I entered the Academy armory that day to find a replacement sword.
*It’s nice being close with the Chairman. I can easily enter the special-grade armory too…. Though I can’t borrow for free.*
But what did it matter?
I already possessed plenty of Geumgang Coins, which were needed to borrow weapons.
Even if it was a special-grade armory, borrowing a single weapon shouldn’t be a problem.
It was possible thanks to the achievements I had built up until now.
*I hope there’s a usable sword…. Since it’s special-grade, there should be some.*
I looked around the armory carefully.
But unfortunately, there was no sword that caught my eye.
I clicked my tongue in disappointment.
*Maybe I should have asked Hanbyeol to use Lord Tugui’s armory instead….*
No.
I couldn’t burden Gang Hanbyeol, and I didn’t want to owe too large a debt either.
I quickly shook my head.
*Well, there wouldn’t be a sword comparable to the Guncheonggeom.*
It couldn’t be helped.
I had no choice but to find a sword with performance as similar as possible, matching the length and weight of the Guncheonggeom.
I searched here and there.
And so I was able to choose a moderately satisfactory sword.
*I’ll use this one for the time being, and I should put in a request with Seora-noona. Ask her to make me a sword….*
There should be no problem using it temporarily.
I decided to be satisfied.
And that night.
I am here.
Use me.
I had a certain dream.
I became the childhood friend of the mid-boss.