Episode 31: I Don’t Believe, I Don’t Buy, I Don’t Do (2)

“What kind of position is this? Seriously! What did you see to come up with something like this…?”

“I just thought this would make it easier to suck. You don’t like it?”

“It’s not that I don’t like it…”

“Then it’s fine.”

Was it a prerequisite for protagonists in web novels to instinctively master things like this? Sodam began to feel a bit skeptical about this concept of “main characters.” Sure, overpowered protagonists are one thing, but what kind of human naturally knows how to handle even situations like this, with some club-like appendage between their legs, and learns everything through sheer instinct?

Even now, it was happening again. Claiming it just seemed like an easier way to suck, they naturally moved their hips to stimulate without hesitation. While their mouth licked around the chest, their hands wandered naturally to the waist or the opposite side of the chest. Their smooth, practiced motions made Sodam feel foolish, her pounding heartbeat echoing like a drum in her ears.

Her stream of thoughts was completely wiped out as sensations overwhelmed her body from all directions, leaving her momentarily breathless.

Even though she hadn’t been holding her breath, the intensity kept rising, causing her to exhale sharply without realizing it. After spending some time merely licking her chest, he shifted to lightly nibble on the side of her breast, just as he had done before, then took the reddened, erect nipple into his mouth.

“Hngh…!”

It felt as if the layers of pleasure that had been building up on her nipples, teased endlessly by his fingers and tongue, suddenly burst forth all at once. The tingling sensation shot up to the crown of her head, overwhelming her senses. She couldn’t help but think, for a fleeting moment, that she’d never get used to this electrifying rush.

She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to calm herself, but her breath came in heaving gasps, forcing her lips to part involuntarily. Even the sensation of his touch, which she had thought was merely incidental at her sides, grew unbearably sensitive. She could feel every single finger, each movement driving her to the edge of composure. Her hips twitched on their own, reacting instinctively to the mere brush of his fingertips as he shifted positions.

At the same time, her movements caused her to rub against Juyul’s member, making her mortification unbearable. Yet, the man in question didn’t seem fazed in the slightest. Instead, he pressed back against her just as naturally, his hands and mouth continuing their work without hesitation.

His earlobes flushed slightly red, but she assumed it was merely a physiological reaction. It would be a long time before she realized that, for Juyul—whose body temperature was significantly lower than average—that faint flush was the most overt display of emotion he could show.

Of course, this was something Sodam couldn’t know at the moment, so all she could feel was a deep annoyance at how composed Juyul seemed.

The nipple he had been sucking on relentlessly for what felt like ages was now so swollen that she could hardly remember what it had looked like before. Yet, as if unsatisfied, he began to deliberately nibble on it with his sharp canine teeth, the slight pressure sending waves of sensation coursing through her.

“Ow! Hey, that hurts!”

“I just thought the Guiding wasn’t working as well as it should. I figured this might help it along, but I guess not.”

“Guiding isn’t like milk—you’re not going to get anything out of it by doing that…!”

She never imagined that her genuinely indignant words would trigger something in him. As if all his previous teasing had been mere warm-up, Juyul began to torment her chest even more thoroughly, using both his hands and mouth until her entire chest was tingling with overstimulation. It wasn’t until Sodam was on the verge of tears, her voice trembling, that he finally pulled away from her.

“I’ll buy you new underwear, so throw out everything you got from the ‘Association.'”

“What…?”

“Clothes are one thing, but underwear… that just feels off.”

She had no idea what purpose this command served, but unable to endure Juyul’s teasing any longer, she nodded so vigorously it felt like her neck might snap. Only then did a satisfied Juyul step away, telling her to rest as he left the room. Left alone, Sodam couldn’t even muster the will to fix her disheveled clothes, instead squeezing her eyes shut in exhaustion.

‘A month… no, two months… no… Surely, I can escape him in a year, right…?’

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Unlike the despair-stricken Sodam, Juyul’s face held a natural smile as he walked down the hallway—something unimaginable just a month ago. Though it wasn’t an overt grin, the subtle upward curve of his lips was enough to noticeably soften his usually stern demeanor, marking a significant change. And, of course, the source of his thoughts was none other than Sodam, the very person he had been teasing moments earlier.

It was almost laughable how transparent she was, her face betraying every thought. Each time he pointed this out, she would jump in surprise, flustered beyond belief. The memory of her reactions brought a faint chuckle to his lips as he continued down the hall.

‘Is this really the same Guide who used to be as venomous as a snake? Even with amnesia, there’s got to be a limit. Honestly, the idea that I’m a transforming robot made up of three different Baek Juyuls seems more believable.’

There were far too many suspicious points about that clueless Guide. A complete 180-degree change in personality overnight could perhaps be chalked up to some sort of emotional upheaval, but forgetting how to perform Guiding entirely? A name that stirred a sense of déjà vu? And that strangely familiar demeanor? These weren’t things he could overlook. Juyul resolved that he needed to investigate these peculiarities further.

The name itself could have been a coincidence—perhaps they had crossed paths briefly, and he simply didn’t remember. However, ever since the winter of his fifteenth year, after losing his father, every move he made had been under the Association’s meticulous supervision. Even the slightest brush of shoulders with someone would have been documented, making it impossible for such an encounter to go unnoticed.

‘…After watching her for a month, I’m fairly certain she’s not some kind of alien lifeform.’

Juyul’s initial theory, as he had once told Sodam, was that she had been infected by some alien organism overnight.

Alien creatures, which had started appearing across the globe, had only grown more advanced over time. Recently, there had even been reports of organisms capable of infecting and controlling humans, which had caused a frenzy, leaving the lights of the Association’s buildings on through countless nights.

Of course, Sodam’s passive and defensive demeanor didn’t fit the typical behavior of someone infected by such creatures. But then again, no one could say for certain whether such a new type of alien entity might exist—one that acted docile and inconspicuous while subtly gathering intelligence.

If such a creature was moving from host to host, collecting information about him while pretending to be an ordinary human, it was Juyul’s responsibility to eliminate it before things spiraled out of control.

…Yet, four weeks had passed since the Gunsan subjugation, during which he had closely observed Sodam under the guise of Guiding. If nothing else, he was now reasonably certain she wasn’t infected by any alien lifeform.

‘Then who exactly is this woman? Could she be… a spy?’

The thought nagged at him. It wasn’t merely that she seemed unusually accommodating toward him—it was something deeper, something unsettling. But if she were a spy from a foreign nation sent to target the so-called strongest Esper, it would at least make some sense. Her rapid change in attitude and apparent attempts to win him over lent the strongest credence to this theory.

The one thing that stuck in his mind, however, was this: if she were a spy, why was she so genuinely dedicated to Guiding him?

‘Or maybe that’s exactly why she seems suspicious. A spy doesn’t look like a spy, after all.’

Since awakening as an SSS-class Esper at fifteen, Juyul had encountered every type of person imaginable. Among them were properly trained spies who approached him disguised as harmless colleagues. In that sense, Sodam wasn’t particularly unique.

Trying to justify his suspicions, Juyul let out a deep sigh.

‘…If it weren’t for the Gunsan subjugation, I wouldn’t be doubting her this much.’

In the freezing stillness, where it felt like he was the only one left in the world, she had been the only source of warmth, drenched in seawater, coming to his side. For a fleeting moment, his chest had stirred at her presence. But the perfectly timed nature of her arrival had triggered an instinctual wariness, planting the idea that she might be a spy.

Even now, her clumsy attempts at seduction under the guise of Guiding—like groping his chest with that naïve look—left him torn between two possibilities:

She truly was innocent, simply someone who gave her all in everything she did.

She was so deeply immersed in her act that she couldn’t even imagine being suspected of espionage.

If asked which seemed closer to the truth, Juyul would confidently choose the latter. It felt far more realistic.

‘If that’s the case, then it means I’m at least two steps ahead in this game. If I push too hard, she might catch on and flee. So, I’ll act apologetic for doubting her and treat her as casually as possible. That’s why I sent those clothing gifts. Once I figure out her origins, no matter how long it takes…’

Juyul considered this a calculated strategy, even though he had never once in his life pretended to treat someone “casually.” Still, he convinced himself he was acting, choosing to deceive himself as well. If he didn’t, it would feel like all the walls he had painstakingly built around himself were crumbling for no reason.

Even the mountain of clothes he gifted—enough to baffle every Association employee—was part of his plan. Admittedly, he came up with the justification only after sending the gifts, but he firmly believed his unconscious had been working toward the same goal.

‘…But why in the world did Cha Seonghwa pick those kinds of underwear?’

Hoping to avoid any strange rumors by shopping himself, Juyul had quietly asked someone else to handle it. Seonghwa, coincidentally free at the time, had eagerly volunteered to take on the task.

He had provided a list including every type of clothing from head to toe, only to later encounter Sodam wearing unexpected mesh lingerie.

Learning about his childhood friend’s preferences in women’s underwear was… profoundly unsettling.

 

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