Chapter Index

    “If you tell anyone, you’ll die. No, just forget about it.”

    “Oh, okay. I didn’t see anything!!”

    “I saw you, you bastard!!”

    “Ah!! What do you want me to do?!”

    The police officer screamed in pain as Bae Jisoo violently covered his lower body with a blanket.

    “Jinsu, it’s a secret!”

    “Yes.”

    Awkwardly smiling, he stood up from his chair.

    “Can I use the restroom for a moment?”

    “Go inside and turn right.”

    “Thank you.”

    After exchanging greetings, he entered the restroom and sat on the toilet.

    What I found in my hands was unexpected.

    “This works.”

    It wasn’t a male sex toy, but Bae Jisoo’s buttocks.

    When I had cut Bae Jisoo’s skirt a while ago, I had caught a glimpse of her large buttocks and tight panties before she covered herself with a blanket.

    I don’t know if I was addicted to work, but instinctively, I copied the shape of her buttocks before she covered herself.

    As soon as I sat on the toilet, I pasted it on my knees.

    There were no legs, no waist, just buttocks wearing panties, which was slightly creepy.

    “It’s soft.”

    It was warm and soft, almost as if it were alive.

    As I lowered the panties with trembling hands, I saw the split hidden underneath. A vagina appeared.

    “This, this is… a vagina!!”

    Even though I had seen many vaginas while working on mosaic censorship for adult videos, seeing the real thing was a first.

    The unruly, tangled pubic hair that seemed to be growing haphazardly.

    Whether it was due to a relationship with a man or frequent masturbation, the slightly swollen labia majora.

    As I spread the hole with both hands, I could see the urethral opening and vaginal entrance, which looked like they had been marked with a pen.

    After swallowing dryly, I lightly touched the clitoris, which looked like a bead.

    [Oh?!]

    [What’s wrong?]

    “Well, it’s nothing, hurry up and get the code! How long are you going to drag this out?”

    “I’m sorry. I didn’t answer the phone because I was sleeping.”

    “This ability is insane.”

    To think that I had been working on mosaics and censoring such a precious ability.

    Blaming my own stupidity, I put my index finger in my mouth.

    After thoroughly wetting it with saliva, I placed it in front of the slightly open hole.

    “I-I’m going to the restroom too!”

    “Okay, go ahead.”

    The urgent footsteps approached the restroom.

    Whether it was good luck or bad luck, the restroom was communal due to the old building, and the space was narrow, with the only cubicle being where I was sitting.

    “J-Jinsu, are you in there?”

    “Yes.”

    With a smirk, I scratched her vagina with my saliva-drenched finger.

    “Ugh?! W-Will it take long?!”

    “My stomach hurts, but nothing’s coming out. I’ve been feeling a bit constipated lately.”

    As I spoke, I slowly inserted my finger into the hole.

    Squelch.

    The warm vaginal wall began to tighten around my finger.

    “Insane… is this a woman’s vagina?”

    For the first time in my life, I felt a sensation I had never experienced before.

    A meeting with a murderer.

    The pain of overload.

    Despite being tired from various situations, my lower body began to respond.

    Unconsciously, I inserted and withdrew my finger.

    Instead of simply repeating the insertion, I used techniques I had learned from years of editing adult videos.

    “Is this the G-spot?”

    As I bent my finger and poked the rounded area, the inside of the vagina responded.

    “Ugh… Jinsu…”

    Bae Jisoo’s voice from the other side of the door sent a strange sensation through me.

    How many times did I repeat it?

    The vagina, barely moistened with saliva, became sticky and emitted a pungent odor.

    Squelch! Squelch!

    Each time I poked my finger, the sound was lewd, but I muted it in case someone heard.

    The sound disappeared, but the amount of vaginal fluid gradually increased.

    I focused on stimulating the sensitive areas, and eventually…

    “Ugh!”

    The tight vagina, already tight, squeezed my fingers as if trying to pull them off.

    ‘Peak…’

    I could feel Bae Jisoo’s breath from behind the door.

    I could feel Bae Jisoo’s love juice on my hand.

    My penis was erect, and pre-cum started to drip.

    The three elements for sex were perfectly in place.

    ‘Get a hold of yourself.’

    If I were to insert my penis into her vagina at this point, there would be no turning back.

    ‘Have we already crossed the point of no return?’

    With a smirk, I pulled my fingers out of her vagina, and a few strands of love juice squirted out.

    I rolled up a tissue, wiped my hand clean of the liquid.

    As I tried to calm down, my head throbbed.

    I had been overloading my buttocks with pleasure, forgetting about the pain while exploring her vagina.

    After removing the tempting buttocks, my head felt much lighter.

    “Tsk. It’s not coming out.”

    With a clumsy act, I got up from the toilet and opened the door.

    I half-expected Bae Jisoo to be sitting on the floor, with her vagina spread open, masturbating. But deep down, I hoped that I could legally engage in a relationship with her.

    “Phew… Finally… it’s out…”

    Her face was red, and her breathing was heavy, but there was no other sign.

    “I’m sorry. It’s just my constipation acting up. You can sit down right away.”

    “Yes…”

    As I moved aside, Bae Jisoo quickly entered the bathroom and closed the door.

    As soon as I got home, I flopped onto the bed.

    I stared blankly at the ceiling, then got up and sat on a chair.

    I turned on the computer and opened the video I was working on.

    It was a request to add subtitles to a video explaining American superpower culture for an OTT platform.

    I had been working on videos without much thought until now.

    I liked using [editing] to work more comfortably.

    But not anymore.

    A weapon used by superhumans in the video, a bone sword made from a labyrinth monster.

    I took off my jacket just like in the video.

    “Copy… and paste.”

    As soon as my mouth closed.

    “I’m going crazy…”

    In my hand was the bone sword from the video.

    In a world where most people leave their mark through videos.

    The ability to remove objects from videos using [editing].

    It might seem like I’ve become the ruler of this world, but…

    “The world is truly difficult.”

    I successfully copied the object, but using my ability to maintain it caused a constant headache.

    In the end, I couldn’t keep the 1 billion won bone sword.

    I experimented with small, cheap items like socks to see if it was because of the amount or size, but…

    “Ow… where’s the headache medicine.”

    The headache didn’t go away.

    Should I just end it like the stories of the fox and the grapes, where it’s out of reach?

    I experimented for about 3 hours with regret.

    But in the end, I couldn’t keep the objects I took out of the video.

    “At least I won’t starve to death now.”

    With a sigh, I copied a well-cooked steak from a video by a famous chef and took a bite.

    A fantastic taste I had never experienced before spread in my mouth.

    As I chewed the tender meat and swallowed, the pain slowly disappeared.

    I don’t really understand the principles or laws, but when the original disappears in this world, the pain disappears too.

    With a smirk, I copied a glass of wine from the video and took a sip with the headache, and at that moment, the monitor turned black and white letters appeared.

    [Editing] LV.2

    You can edit what you see.

    “There’s… a level?”

    They say you get more used to using your superpower, but I’ve never heard of getting stronger.

    The proximity-type ability user becomes stronger when learning swordsmanship and using it together.

    The production-type ability user can create better items by accumulating various spatial knowledge and experiences.

    I’ve never heard of levels being clearly marked like this before.

    There is still much unknown about abilities, and much remains unknown to the world.

    “How interesting.”

    It seems like my ability isn’t complete garbage.

    After discovering a new ability, I immediately used [Edit].

    Of course, even though my level increased, I couldn’t copy the world’s number one ability ranking weapon or anything like that.

    “It’s like having omakase with this taste.”

    I’ve reached the point where I can edit out food in a bragging video.

    And through various experiments, I discovered new ways to use it.

    [Edit] LV.2

    I can edit things that I can see.

    Focusing on the phrase “things I can see,” I tried to separate my neck in front of a mirror, like what I did to the murderer.

    “I can apply [Edit] to my body too.”

    I could move my head around like a headless knight after copying it.

    “Can I cut it off?”

    Just like how I copied and played with Badgee’s buttocks last night, I copied my hand.

    Starting from the palm of my hand like a mannequin’s part, I was able to copy up to the wrist.

    “It hurts.”

    Although I copied it, copying the body still seemed like a difficult task, and I felt the pain of overload.

    Frowning, I made my hand disappear, and the headache disappeared.

    I did [Copy], [Cut], [Paste], and [Mosaic].

    Through various experiments, a new idea came to mind.

    First, I make a full-body suit from what I see in the mirror.

    Next, if I lower the transparency of the layer representing [Layer]?

    “Wow! Amazing!”

    As I lowered the transparency, my body slowly disappeared.

    Lowering the transparency to 0, my figure completely disappeared like a transparent human.

    Raising the transparency again, my figure slowly reappeared in the mirror.

    With a smirk, I sat on the chair and printed out a black picture.

    After removing the suit and lowering the transparency, the paper slowly disappeared.

    When the transparency reached 0, I could feel it in my hand, but it wasn’t visible.

    Overload is less burdensome than copying or cutting.

    “Haha, this body is a transparent dragon… I’m going too far.”

    Feeling like I might have caught a case of chuunibyou at this age, I shook my head to clear my mind.

    After casually throwing the paper on the desk, I dragged the chair to the window.

    It was daytime, and there were many people walking around, so I targeted a woman who looked like an office worker and lowered her transparency.

    “Become transparent!”

    Playfully shouting, I lowered the transparency.

    [Scream!!]

    The woman in her underwear screamed and sat on the floor.

    I’m 27 years old.

    I’ve lived quietly, following the law so far, but…

    “This is so much fun!”

    It seems like I’ve discovered a new hobby.

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