After saying that, Jeong Ha-yeon suddenly soothed the spirit’s whimpering with a gentle, “There, there~,” patting its back. Without realizing it, I found myself staring blankly at the scene for quite a while.
It was a strange feeling—something joyful yet tinged with embarrassment? No, that’s not quite right. It was happiness mixed with guilt. But above all, it was comforting. Only then did I realize I was smiling.
“Shall we head back now? Hmm? Don’t want to? Want me to lift you up higher again?”
Jeong Ha-yeon lifted the spirit once more, revealing its previously hidden front. Suddenly, every detail of its body caught my eye anew.
First, the face. Its cheeks, pale as fresh snow, were softly flushed with a delicate blush that was incredibly beautiful. The sea-colored eyes sparkled brightly, their mysterious aura enhanced by the faint mist hovering around them.
And those luscious, ripe red lips—how could I forget? The barely-there smile at the corner of its mouth was playful yet composed, evoking the refined grace of a noble lady from a grand household.
But that wasn’t all. The pure, tempting nape of its neck, begging to be licked and covered in saliva. The elegant curve of its shoulders, flowing gracefully. And then, as my gaze drifted down to the half-submerged, invitingly full breasts, I finally realized my other self was stretching out vigorously.
Aside from the warmth of the bath, a heat surged through me. It felt as if all the blood in my body was pooling in one place. My esophagus burned fiercely. I exhaled softly, a sigh slipping out like a lament.
Why was this happening all of a sudden? I had been somewhat bothered by the mark Sarah left before, but could that really be the trigger?
I didn’t know. Cheeks, lips, collarbone, chest… any one of those would do. If I didn’t bite into something right now, I felt like I might explode. Swallowing the saliva pooling in my mouth, I quietly crossed the water’s surface.
“Is that so? You like it when I do this? I see.”
The closer Jeong Ha-yeon got, the more my imagination twisted into delusion. I wanted to see her in a vulgar light. I wanted that noble face to turn lascivious, that modest body to writhe in shame, her mouth to scream crude cries, and eventually, for her to cling to me, sobbing uncontrollably.
I knew I shouldn’t think that way…
But I couldn’t help but hope.
“Hehe. Su-hyeon, look at her. Isn’t she just adorable?”
“So lovely.”
“Right? Did you hear that? She said you’re lovely.”
“No.”
“…What?”
“Not her. Ha-yeon.”
Splash!
At that moment, the spirit suddenly slipped and hit the water. Jeong Ha-yeon froze, hands still raised. Three seconds later, her eyes darted toward me, surprise flashing across them. Before I knew it, she was right in front of me.
“Ha-yeon.”
As I calmly stood up, she gasped sharply. Her eyes widened like lanterns at the sight of my fully erect manhood.
“M-Mom!”
She couldn’t find the words, shrinking her shoulders. But that only poured gasoline on the fire. I grabbed her arms firmly to keep her from running away. As I gently pulled her closer, I felt a faint resistance.
“Su, Su, Su-hyeon! This place…”
“It doesn’t matter. There’s no one here.”
“B-But…”
“Ha-yeon. Please…”
“No… I can’t!”
“…!”
Thud. Jeong Ha-yeon pushed me hard. It wasn’t a strong shove, but the fact she resisted shocked me.
“Ha-Ha-yeon?”
“T-Today, I…!”
She tried to speak but bit her lip instead. Looking at me with eyes full of apology, she quickly hugged the spirit and scrambled to her feet. After a moment, the sound of wet footsteps splashing away reached my ears, and I finally regained my composure.
“Ha-yeon! I’m sorry…”
Splash.
Before I could say another word, the door slammed shut in my face.
“…”
Had I made a mistake?
After some time passed and I was lost in thought, the door quietly creaked open again. Jeong Ha-yeon, whom I thought had left, peeked her head in. Her face was flushed deeply, eyes fixed on the opposite wall.
After a long moment of hesitation, she finally spoke.
“I’m not saying I don’t like you, Su-hyeon…”
“…”
“I’ve just been so focused on training lately… my face and body are a mess right now…”
“…?”
“I don’t look very pretty… so…”
“…”
“I want to at least get myself ready first…!”
“…?”
Trailing off, she seemed unsure what to say next and bolted away. Her footsteps quickly faded. I tilted my head in confusion.
Get myself ready first…?
“Phew…”
As soon as I entered the restaurant for dinner, a sigh greeted me. Glancing to my left, I saw a woman sitting listlessly at a corner table.
Vivian was picking at her food, as if forcing herself to eat despite having no appetite. Setting aside my disbelief, a sudden wave of worry welled up inside me.
“Oh no. Vivian…”
“Wow, you’re here for dinner?”
A clear voice called out. Jegal Hae-sol waved cheerfully, her face glowing with happiness, the exact opposite of Vivian’s. Sitting opposite me, she immediately burst into song.
“Yubu yubu yubu yubu~”
“Let’s just say ‘stranger,’ shall we?”
“…Sushi!”
“…”
Jegal Hae-sol finished her song with a bright smile. Pathetic. Why would she want to act like a child? Or maybe she’s just an old soul trapped in a young body. She looks like the epitome of mystery, but sometimes her behavior is downright childish.
I shook my head and asked, “Do you know why she’s acting like that?”
“Hm? Oh, Vivian? I asked her earlier. Seems like it’s a mana problem.”
“Mana?”
“Yeah. She said the summoning circle is mostly fixed, but she keeps sighing because she’s low on mana. I thought it was a silly worry, but I gave her some encouragement anyway.”
“Oh? What did you say?”
“If you’re low on mana, just raise your mana. Like this.”
…So that’s why Vivian looks so glum. Why not just brag, ‘My mana is 102 points~’ or something?
Still, Vivian’s problem isn’t trivial. The higher the tier of summoned troops, the more mana is required. Especially for the first, second, and third legions, mana consumption increases drastically. Or, as Gehenna said, the demonic beasts might become stronger under Suna’s influence, meaning the base mana needed for summoning could rise.
“I wonder how much mana Vivian can muster…”
I’d like to help if I could. If Vivian could summon stronger demonic troops, it would be a huge advantage. It’s worth investing time.
But how would she raise her mana now? Probably only through potions or equipment.
Just then, lost in thought, the restaurant door suddenly swung open. A maid, dressed neatly, hurried over to me with unexpected news: my older brother had come to visit.
Though it was early evening, I wondered why he came at this hour. Regardless, I headed up to the fourth floor. In the study, my brother was sitting on the sofa, waiting.
“Oh. You look better than I expected.”
His first words to me were puzzling.
“Better? What do you mean?”
I sat down at the desk, and he gave a strange smile.
“I thought you’d be struggling with the breakup…”
“Cut it out!”
I waved my hand irritably, and he laughed. Damn it. I’m sick of hearing that. I’m the one living with it buried deep inside, so why is everyone else so eager to bring it up?
I spoke curtly.
“So, what’s up?”
“Nothing much. Just came to check on you.”
“As you can see, I’m doing fine…”
“Seems like you have something on your mind.”
Hmm. Sometimes I think my brother knows me too well. Then again, he’s always been sharp.
“It’s not really a problem. I’m thinking about getting some mana potions.”
“Mana potions, huh…”
Did I imagine a smile flicker across his face? But then he quickly put on a thoughtful expression and shook his head slowly.
“Those aren’t easy to come by. Do you have a way to get them?”
“I’m planning to check out the Night Market.”
“The Night Market? Oh, the auction house?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’ve heard rare items sometimes show up there… but it won’t be easy. Even if something does appear, you’ll have to compete for it. Everyone will be fighting tooth and nail.”
“Hmm.”
His skepticism was justified. Potions that boost stats like ‘ability’ rarely come up for sale. Equipment does appear occasionally, but most are bound to their owners, so they’re useless.
“If I were you, I’d try exploring instead.”
I had considered that too.
Suddenly, my brother stood up, strode over to the desk, and pulled out a document from his pocket.
“Take a look at this.”
Curious, I glanced at it. The text was written in Gore language—a record from the secret library.
“Why are you giving this to me?”
“Suhyun, you really don’t care about the outside world these days, do you?”
Yeah. Right now, just keeping our clan afloat is tough enough. I muttered that silently to myself.
Anyway, my brother teased me a bit and reached into his coat pocket again. This time, he pulled out a rather thick stack of reports.
“These are reports written by our clan members. They’re a bit hefty, but read them when you have time.”
“Why would I…?”
“Just read them first. You’ll understand once you do. We’ll talk after that…”
“…?”
Suddenly, I felt something off. Something felt unnatural. His constant smile was starting to annoy me. Since he knows me well, I know him too. That sly grin means he’s hiding something.
Thinking that, I narrowed my eyes and glared at him. But he just met my gaze calmly, wearing an even more innocent expression… Honestly, it was a little irritating.
Well, fine. I don’t know what he’s up to, but I’m not opposed to going along with it. I’ll dig into his true intentions thoroughly.
“Huh?”
At that moment, the brother who had been grinning suddenly made a strange noise.
“Suhyun, what’s that on your right hand?”
“That?”
“That ring. I don’t think I’ve ever seen it before.”
“Ah…”
Sharp eyes, huh? I didn’t think he’d notice.
“Haha, it’s just…”
“Just?”
“Let’s say it’s a counterattack, prepared in advance for the opponent’s minimum readiness…”
“What? What do you mean by that?”
I forced a smile and lowered my right hand. This time, he looked at me strangely. But I couldn’t reveal the truth.
I mean, no matter how close we are, I couldn’t possibly say it’s a ‘Ring of Essence’ for the night.
Second floor of the Mercenary Castle. In the mage’s office, Kim Hanbyul was staring at Jung Hayeon with a bewildered expression.
The incident started around lunchtime when Jung Hayeon returned. She sat down with a flushed face and immediately began working. Of course, working itself wasn’t strange.
The real problem was her attitude toward the work. She was handling tasks at a terrifying speed, as if chased by a tiger. Doing this and that simultaneously, her hands moved so fast that even if Asura himself had descended, Kim Hanbyul was confident she could keep up.
And that wasn’t all.
“Unni, the prospective users entering the Mercenary Academy this time…”
“Hmm. Leave them there.”
Now she spoke without even looking up.
‘Is she really that busy?’
Just as Kim Hanbyul carefully set down her records, tilting her head in confusion and about to turn away—
“Ah, Hanbyul.”
Suddenly, Jung Hayeon grabbed her.
“Yes, unni?”
“Could you… um, get me some jewel powder? Something as risqué as possible—no, make it red.”
She quickly changed the subject, but Kim Hanbyul clearly saw her glance at her own chest with a disappointed look.
“Uh… ruby powder? I have plenty.”
“Thanks. Leave it on my desk, okay?”
After saying that, Jung Hayeon neatly tapped the records and left the office immediately.
“Unni…”
Kim Hanbyul stared blankly at the door, then lowered her eyes to her chest. The fabric was flat, not bulging. Calmly, she sat back down and quietly buried her face in her desk. After a moment, her shoulders began to tremble slightly.
Despite unintentionally making Kim Hanbyul cry, Jung Hayeon’s strange behavior didn’t stop. Actually, ‘rampage’ might be a better word.
“Yeonju! Can I borrow one of your clothes?”
“Clothes? But my clothes are just…”
In Go Yeonju’s room,
“Hanna, you have some scented oil, right? Can I borrow a little?”
“Scented oil?”
In Im Hanna’s room,
“Daeun, I want to see your underwear.”
“…Unni?”
“Show me something I can compete with.”
“…Unni?”
In Nam Daeun’s room.
She went through the rooms of these three women, successfully ‘borrowing’ not only clothes and scented oil but even the competitive underwear.
How much time had passed?
That night.
“This is weird.”
Go Yeonju couldn’t sleep late into the night. No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t understand why Jung Hayeon had borrowed clothes from her.
“That model student? Wearing clothes like that?”
If it were just ordinary clothes, she might have brushed it off. But the clothes Jung Hayeon borrowed were a sheer camisole. The usual Jung Hayeon wouldn’t even look at something like that, let alone wear it.
“Something smells like betrayal.”
In the end, Go Yeonju threw off her covers and got up. Moving almost at lightning speed, she left her dorm and quickly climbed to the fourth floor. Standing in the silent corridor, she let out a bitter laugh.
The hallway was indeed quiet, but a faint magical aura lingered. The Silence Field spell was tightly wrapping the office. The meaning was clear.
“Ho… hoho…”
In the darkness, ashen eyes flashed with a fierce light.
“Hohohoho!”
Silence Field or not, Go Yeonju wasn’t about to be stopped.
Her next destination was the garden. She remembered that Kim Suhyun’s office had a terrace.
But—
“…”
Looking up at the fourth floor from the garden, Go Yeonju was left speechless.
Slap… slap…!
Faint sounds of flesh hitting flesh.
“Ugh… uuuugh…”
Not sorrowful cries, but moans of overwhelming pleasure.
On the terrace, two people were in the middle of an intimate encounter. Boldly, they were having an outdoor exhibition.
The camisole was already torn more than halfway. Jung Hayeon was practically naked. Her chest and arms barely hung on the railing, her hips turned slightly, and her right leg was raised high in a position reminiscent of a dog marking its territory. More precisely, her thigh was forcibly held up by someone’s hand.
Every time Kim Suhyun thrust his hips, her breasts dangled beneath the railing. Beads of sweat slid down her wet chest, dripping from her nipples in a highly erotic sight.
“Ahh…? Ahhh…? Ah, ah, ah, uaaaaaah!”
Reaching climax, Jung Hayeon suddenly screamed and trembled. It seemed quite some time had passed since they started. How much had she taken? Her once-flat belly was now round, and from her stretched, tightly sealed womanhood, white fluid overflowed, running down her thigh.
“Ahh… ahhaaah…”
With unfocused eyes staring at the night sky, Jung Hayeon’s head drooped like a broken doll. Yet even then, she tensed her lower body and shook her hips on her own, as if begging for more. The usual reserved demeanor was nowhere to be found. Only a female conquered by a male remained.
“Ahhh!”
As the man thrust deeply, her cries of pleasure echoed on the night breeze.
And then—
“Ms. Hayeon…”
After staring for a long time, Go Yeonju quietly turned away. Though she had been ready to claim the outdoor exhibition for herself, her energy didn’t wane. Instead, her eyes blazed with a fierce blue fire.
“Hoho… interesting… I never thought it’d happen… The quiet cat climbs onto the stove first, huh… This is really something…”
Muttering to herself, Go Yeonju slowly disappeared into the darkness, vowing revenge.
With that, the women’s alliance of ‘Someday Fivesome’ was completely shattered tonight.
But does Go Yeonju know this?
That the first traitor of ‘S.F’ wasn’t Jung Hayeon, but Nam Daeun.
---------------------------= Author’s Note =---------------------------
Roh Yujin: Here we have a bed scene.
Reader A: Hmm… It’s been a while since the last one. Let’s see.
Roh Yujin: Today’s bed scene is…
Reader A: Ah, yes, yes. Hmm…
Reader A: Hah, I’m speechless.
Reader A: Personally, I think there’s a big problem with today’s bed scene.
Roh Yujin: (startled)
Reader A: The problem is that I’m only seeing this now.
Roh Yujin: Thank you! Reader!
Reader A: I’ve felt it before, but the reputation of the ‘God of Bed Scenes’ remains intact.
Roh Yujin: Sorry, Reader.
Reader A: No, I mean it was so shocking I almost became a ‘God of Bed Scenes’ myself.
Roh Yujin: (tilts head)
Roh Yujin: Thank you, Reader.
Reader A: Of course, not me, but you.
Roh Yujin: R-reader, I’m not sure if you liked my bed scene or not.
Reader A: Not sure? Then I’ll be blunt.
Reader A: Leave Joara immediately! Don’t even dream of serializing here again!
Roh Yujin: (ㅠ.ㅠ) Thank you for everything, Reader.
Reader A: Because…
Reader A: You have the skill to serialize bed scenes on the world’s best novel site.
Roh Yujin: (grinning) Thank you! Reader!
Reader A: Though that site probably doesn’t exist on Earth.
Roh Yujin: ……. (pout)