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◈ A Gacha Addict's Life in Fusionpunk ◈
Chapter 67: Boksun (2)
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1.
“Ugh, cleaning up is such a pain.”
“You clean it up when you wake up tomorrow.”
“We ate together. Why should I clean it up?”
“Then move out and live on your own, Boksun.”
“I shall clean it. Master, is there anything else you need?”
We shoved the drinking spread into a corner and went to bed.
“Master, move over a little. Why are you pushing me so much?”
“It’s cramped for me too. It’s the same as always, so what are you talking about?”
“That is exactly what I am saying! It is not as though I have only fallen out of bed once or twice in my sleep!”
The bed in this tiny studio was, at best, a super single.
And Arbel, in her succulent state, took up nearly half of it.
Trying to sleep packed together as three was incredibly cramped.
But there was no room for a bigger bed.
Still, this bed had excellent perks otherwise.
“Get over here!”
“Eek!”
“Tonight’s body pillow is you, Boksun!”
I trapped Boksun between my legs so she could not escape.
“Boksun, let me smell that warm, nutty scent again tonight. Sniiiiff!”
No lie, if I buried my nose in the crown of her head and savored her natural scent, I could fall into the sweetest sleep within three minutes.
And Boksun was as warm as freshly made mochi right now.
“Mmm... soft vanilla with tonka bean, and a faint soybean-powder scent. No citrus or floral notes. The middle note is a musk that seems to condense the scent of bare skin, while the gentle powdery fragrance at the finish is impressive. A truly delightful warm, nutty scent.”
Ah, my body and mind were at peace.
It was about time for Boksun to say:
‘You are disgusting, Master! It gives me chills, so stop! Stop it!’
But...
“Hey, what’s this? Boksun, it’s your turn. You’re making this awkward.”
“...”
There was no response.
Had she passed out the moment she lay down after drinking?
Just then...
Thump. Thump.
I heard a sound like a small drum beating.
It was a frantic rhythm, as if she had just run here.
It traveled from her delicate back straight to my chest.
That was when I noticed.
The tips of her ears sticking out through her hair were so red I could see them even in this darkness.
“...”
“...”
An unfamiliar silence.
All I could hear was Boksun’s soft breathing.
The rustle of fabric as she shifted slightly.
The everyday sounds of C Sector creeping in through the gap in the poorly fitted window.
What was this mood?
For some reason, it was hard to open my mouth.
“...”
Hmm.
Maybe she was just asleep?
Just as I thought that...
“Master.”
Boksun spoke.
“May I turn around?”
“Y-Yeah, sure. Do whatever makes you comfortable, Boksun.”
Wow, Cedric.
You just sounded like a fucking virgin.
Why am I acting like this?
Boksun carefully turned around in my arms.
Now that she faced me, I could tell.
It was not only her ears that were red.
Her ears, cheeks, even the back of her neck.
She was red as autumn leaves, as though I would get burned if I touched her.
“...!”
When our eyes met in the darkness, Boksun flinched and hurriedly looked away.
Yet rather than run, she slowly scooted closer and rested her forehead against my chest.
“What are you doing?”
“Th-The room is a little cold...”
Her tiny whisper came muffled against me.
“...When Master was cold before, did I not hold you?”
Whenever Boksun whispered, her warm breath tickled my chest.
“This time... will Master not hold me?”
She wanted me to hold her.
There was more than one meaning to that.
At this point, no, I had felt it from the beginning.
If I still did not understand the signal after coming this far, I would be a complete idiot.
“F-For reference, pressing bare skin together... helps transfer body heat more efficiently.”
“You want to take our clothes off?”
“Ugh... do not make me say everything...”
Fine by me.
The only reason I had not touched Boksun so far was because forcing sexual favors on the fake Progenitor, who was clearly a prude at heart, seemed dangerous.
At worst, the fake Progenitor could lose her chastity, nurse a grudge, and turn Arbel into undead.
But now?
We had been through thick and thin for days.
We were pleasantly drunk after watching romantic fireworks together.
This was the perfect timing for two adults who had caught each other’s eye to spend a hot night together.
Sure, Arbel was beside us, but she was asleep anyway.
She had been out cold for over two months. She would not wake up just because the bed squeaked a little.
Fuck! This was amazing!
That was what I thought as I prepared to strip Boksun right away and get into mount position.
But...
“...”
My two hands only hovered awkwardly in the air.
Even I did not know why.
My sex drive? It was full to bursting.
I had not gotten to do this and that with Mama Ceres this iteration either.
I wanted to have even more fun with Boksun too.
But I kept thinking of it...
The sight of that small head gazing blankly up at the fireworks, as though enchanted.
“Hey, Jin Boksun. If you’re drunk, lie down and sleep.”
Boksun jerked her head back and pouted.
Her soft cheeks twitched along with it.
“Master, are you an idiot?”
“You’re really okay with this?”
“Ugh, am I not swallowing my embarrassment and making a pass at you?”
“Then I’ll take your clothes off?”
“...You throw yourself at me all the time... why have you suddenly lost your nerve?”
Boksun pouted and clung to me.
She smelled so strongly of powder that my own heart began pounding for no reason.
Still, I should do it, right?
Boksun unboxing. I absolutely could not put it off.
After taking a deep breath, I carefully put my hand over Boksun’s pajamas.
“W-Wait...!”
Boksun shuddered, then spoke in a tiny, fading voice.
“Actually, I do not want to do it just like this...”
“You’re awfully demanding.”
“Could you... do it while kissing me, like last time?”
The hesitant words from Shion left me no choice but to feel confused.
“Huh...?”
Like last time?
Shion froze when she saw my reaction.
“Surely you do not remember?”
“No, I remember. Of course I remember it vividly.”
I hurriedly made an excuse.
But I actually did not remember it at all.
Had I been so stressed that I humped my body pillow in my sleep?
“...Urgh.”
Shion’s small hand shot up into the air.
Smack!
“Argh!”
Her little hand struck my face like a Shaolin monk.
“Y-You... you... you insolent bastard! You forgot that? You forgot it?!”
“Fuck! What was that for? I told you, I remember!”
“Then tell me when it was, human. I will give you three seconds.”
“Well...”
“Three, two, one...”
Fuck! No matter how hard I thought, I could not remember!
When had I kissed her? Did she think I was a regressor too?
“Hey, you’re lying right now, aren’t you?”
“Lying? You call it a lie? Did you not pretend to sleep and take this concubine’s first kiss?”
“Hah, when did I ever...! Ah?”
As I got worked up, something finally came to me.
The dream I had when I met Arbel in the school-uniform skin.
Come to think of it, I remembered the kiss feeling unusually real that day.
That was it.
The one I had tightly embraced and kissed in that fantasy had not been Arbel. It had been Boksun, lying beside me!
Case solved!
“Boksun, wait! Listen to me!”
“Fine. Go ahead and babble.”
To clear up this misunderstanding, I told her the truth.
It was not that I had forgotten. I had just been half-asleep.
Therefore, getting angry at me for not remembering it was logically inappropriate.
“Oh? Is that so? It must be wonderful to be so smart, Master.”
“The misunderstanding is cleared up now, right? And we can kiss lots and lots from now on. Shall we get back to our little game?”
Thud.
Instead of an answer, a pillow flew into my face.
“Go to sleep.”
“Huh?”
“Just sleep, human.”
Boksun, thoroughly upset, turned her back to me and lay down.
“Boksun.”
“...”
“Are you mad?”
“...”
“Want me to buy you more rice cakes?”
“...!”
Boksun flinched, then covered her ears like a teenage daughter throwing a fit.
“Do not talk to me! I cannot hear you!”
Even I thought it was ridiculous.
Why had I acted like such a fucking virgin just now?!
“Ha, fuck...”
Give me back my mochi tasting session!!!
2.
The price of drinking as much cheap Necropolis liquor as we wanted was enormous.
“Ugh... waater...”
“B-Boksun... go get some water...”
“Master should get it... My head... my head is ringing...”
Shion and I moaned like zombies and only managed to get up at ten in the morning.
Brush, brush, brush.
Our hair was sticking up everywhere, our eyes bloodshot.
We stood side by side in shabby clothes, brushing our teeth.
“Bleurgh...!”
“What?”
“I-I stabbed my throat...”
“Honestly, I told you to be careful when you brush your tongue.”
Unexpectedly, things had not become awkward or uncomfortable.
Maybe they would have if we had gone through with it while caught up in last night’s mood.
But last night had only been a fleeting dream.
It felt as though everything had simply gone back to normal.
Then again.
It was time to return to our everyday life in Necropolis.
Still, it was surprising that Boksun was not even a little self-conscious.
“Hmm, Boksun.”
“What is it, Master?”
“Do you remember what happened yesterday?”
“The fireworks? They were very beautiful.”
“And after that?”
Boksun stopped brushing her teeth.
With foam around her mouth, she stared into empty space for a moment.
“Mmm... I do not remember very well.”
Boksun answered with half-lidded eyes, then flinched.
“...Did you do something to me?”
She whipped around.
“W-What did you do to this concubine?!”
Boksun turned pale and hurriedly felt over her own body.
Well.
That explained it.
No wonder she had been too bold last night and too indifferent upon waking.
She had drunk like a whale and completely blacked out.
Honestly, that worked out better.
It was nice not to have anything to feel awkward about.
I got dressed and gathered my hair ornaments.
Once I put on the perception-inhibiting necklace...
“Ready to head out!”
I intended to go straight to Isis.
She knew about the fake Progenitor, had enough power as a Mage, and was fully cooperating with this plan.
There was nobody better than Isis to dispose of the hair ornament.
If I offered extra money to cover the cost of handling stolen goods, Isis, a demon for money, would not refuse.
“I am not ready yet!”
Together with Boksun, who was gathering up the leftover rice cakes from yesterday, I visited Isis Clinic for the first time in a while and knocked on its thick iron door.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“It’s me.”
This time, the door opened without any particular verification process.
“Come in quickly.”
Holding a coffee cup in one hand, Isis greeted us both expressionlessly.
I had to grease the wheels before getting to the point.
“Man, I’m really glad Isis is in this city. You’ve helped us with so many things and been so understanding.”
“What nonsense are you about to say?”
“Since you’ve helped us so much already, could we barter this for the 125 million Bios needed to make the Ruby? I got my hands on a stylish treasure.”
“A barter?”
I took out the butterfly ornament and showed it to her.
“What? Where did you get something like this?”
Isis’s eyes widened.
Isis, who normally had all the emotional range of braised pollock, showed this much emotion?
Was this hair ornament really that valuable?
Isis slowly held the ornament up to the light.
“With this... you could make over 300 million Bios just by removing and selling the gemstones. Where did you find something like this?”
“You will need to be careful when disposing of it. It belongs to the True Progenitor.”
“The True Progenitor?”
Isis looked even more dumbfounded.
“Aren’t you a seventh-rank fixer?”
“I’m probably around sixth rank by now.”
“For that rank, every incident you get tangled up in is huge.”
“I know, right? It really fucking sucks.”
“It’s a miracle your head is still attached.”
Isis carefully tucked the butterfly ornament into her clothes.
“I will dispose of this. I will give you half of whatever remains after making the Ruby.”
“Only half? Come on, give me a little more.”
“If I need to handle it as stolen goods, getting more than 200 million Bios for it will be difficult.”
“Well, all right.”
It was a damn shame, and I did want to haggle...
But there was nothing I could do.
Honestly, I was grateful enough that she was helping this much.
And even laundering money on paper cost thirty percent. The commission for actually dealing in stolen goods would be harsher.
I gave up cleanly.
Clearing the Premium Route came first.
“So then, should I bring Arbel here...?”
That was when it happened.
“Wait. Come here.”
“Huh?”
Isis placed a hand against my chest.
“So you’re finally interested in me. Ha, but my body is a little expensive.”
“Will you shut up?”
Isis furrowed her brow deeply, her expression turning serious.
Then her gaze shifted to Boksun, who sat in a chair in the corner, munching on a rice cake.
And not to me, her guardian.
To Boksun, Isis spoke in a trembling voice.
“What did you do?”
“...”
Boksun merely stared at Isis as she chewed her rice cake.
As innocently as could be.
That was all there was to see.
But...
My blood ran cold.
An indescribable anxiety writhed in my stomach.
“Come with me. Now.”
Isis grabbed Boksun by the arm and headed for the examination room.
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