Chapter 91

Chapter 91

Otherworld Cheat Harem.

Episode 91: Succubus (3)

When Dojin came outside, it was as if everything was new to him; whatever he saw amazed him, and whatever he did delighted him.

Considering that this world was created from Dojin’s memories, and that the age difference between dream Dojin and real Dojin wasn’t that significant.

Raize could easily understand how long he had been subjected to such abuse.

“…Do you like it?”

“Yeah! It’s so much fun!”

Watching Dojin ride a child’s arcade car, shaking his body back and forth, Raize couldn’t help but smile warmly.

This place is a dream, and once awakened, Dojin wouldn’t even remember that this happened.

It was joyous to feel like honoring the long-abused Dojin from long ago. And above all, wasn’t she the only one who knew about Dojin’s past?

Among the many women targeting Dojin, this was indeed a huge advantage.

‘A secret shared only between Dojin and me…’

Thinking so, she looked at Dojin. He was enthusiastically shaking his body, but then suddenly paused, starting to look anxious.

“…Hey.”

“Why? Do you want to do something else?”

“Is it okay for me to play like this?”

With the typical anxiety of a child, Dojin suddenly started to feel uneasy. Although Raize had shown a few magician-like feats, her appearance was not much different from Dojin’s as a child.

Appearances have a significant impact. Right now, Dojin considered himself to be in a grave state of sin, having escaped from solitary confinement with another child.

And if the dream’s owner thought so, the dream would also change accordingly.

“I found him.”

At the familiar voice, Dojin’s body stiffened. Raize looked up and glanced behind. The attendant who had treated Dojin’s wounds at the dojo was standing there.

It seemed she couldn’t even imagine wearing a different outfit, as she was dressed in the same maid uniform as at the dojo.

“Young Master. The Master is looking for you.”

“…I’m not going.”

“He will be angry.”

Dojin flinched at those words. Raize pondered whether she should step in and drive her away. Judging by Dojin’s demeanor, it didn’t seem like rejecting her was an impossible task…

There was no need to bet everything on such an uncertain possibility. Raize looked at Dojin.

“Dojin, let’s run away.”

“…No. She’s an adult.”

“Can’t you run from an adult?”

“Are you stupid, Noona? Of course you can’t.”

“…I see.”

Barely holding back her anger, Raize looked at the attendant. Though it was hard to tell because of her clothes, she didn’t seem very strong.

In that case, wouldn’t it be possible to win? She decided to take a chance on that possibility.

“Then how about fighting and winning?”

“…What?”

“Is it possible to fight and win against that woman?”

At those words, Dojin began to scrutinize the attendant from head to toe. His eyes quickly assessed her strength, and he nodded.

“It seems possible, but…”

“Possible, but?”

“You shouldn’t hit people.”

“…Why?”

“Because the police will come and take you away.”

As if wondering why she was asking the obvious, Dojin glared at Raize. Raize once again suppressed her anger and summoned a wooden sword with magic.

The sword was the same weight and size as the real sword Dojin was holding earlier. Although it didn’t cut, it was still a formidable weapon.

Then, she began to guide Dojin’s thoughts.

“Dojin, did your father ever get taken away by the police?”

“…No?”

“Why not?”

“Because he didn’t do anything wrong…?”

“But you said the police take people away if they hit someone. I saw him hitting you quite enthusiastically earlier. Does that mean you’re not a person?”

“…That was training.”

“So, is it okay to hit someone if it’s training?”

“Uh, uh… that’s, well…”

Right now, Dojin is confused by two sets of memories. The body and memories of a ten-year-old child, so traumatized that they appeared even in dreams.

And the memories of a twenty-year-old young man, who has somewhat overcome his father’s trauma and has a wealth of experience and common sense.

According to the latter memory, hitting someone like that, even in training, was illegal. It was abuse that could land someone in jail immediately.

But reality was different. So what was it then? Was Dojin not actually human after all?

Raize decided to give Dojin a push as he watched him struggle.

“If it’s training, you get some leeway to hit, right?”

“Uh, yeah. Probably…”

“Then you can train with that person too.”

“…Training?”

“Since it’s an adult and a kid, this kind of handicap means there’s no issue using a weapon.”

Indeed, Dojin easily accepted Raize’s words. Determined, Dojin gripped the sword and looked at the opponent. The moment he held the sword, his gaze changed.

There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his eyes as he looked at the opponent. Like a single blade, he focused entirely on cutting down his opponent with precision.

The attendant, surprised by the sudden appearance of the wooden sword, looked at Dojin.

“Y-Young Master? That’s…”

“Hup!”

Words were unnecessary. Dojin’s body perceived the attendant’s moment of confusion as the most appetizing opening. Thus, he stepped forward and charged ahead.

Due to the height difference, aiming for the head seemed difficult. However, humans have several vital points other than the head.

Thwack! Thud, smack!

He struck the side of her knee to force a kneel, then smoothly flowed upward, thrusting the sword into her solar plexus, throat, and philtrum.

In an instant, the sword was embedded in three vital points of her body. The attendant fainted from that. Although she served Dojin’s father, she was an ordinary person who had never learned martial arts.

“…I did it.”

Dojin felt bewildered as he realized that the sword techniques he had practiced actually worked. It was his first time hitting a person, yet it felt strangely familiar.

As Dojin stood still, Raize quickly took him away from the scene before the dream’s inhabitants could understand what he had done and take action.

“…Here you go.”

“80,000 won per night.”

Dojin found a nearby motel room. Despite the unnecessarily high price for the rundown facilities, he paid without hesitation.

After all, it wasn’t his money. Inside the room, fortunately, the facilities were less worn out than the lobby.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a motel… don’t you know?”

“…No, I know.”

Raize slowly realized that Dojin’s memories were merging. If dream Dojin and real-world Dojin became one, the location of the memories subconsciously hidden would remain undiscovered.

Before that, it had to be figured out. Raize lay down on the bed where Dojin was lying and whispered to him.

“What are you going to do now?”

“Um… I don’t know… Won’t I get scolded if I go back home?”

“Then going back is out of the question.”

“But… I have to go back. My mom is coming soon.”

“Really?”

Mom… mom… ever since earlier. The real Dojin wasn’t this much of a mama’s boy. Just how much did he like her?

Raize started to become curious about the face of Dojin’s mom. If she remained in his subconscious like this, there was a high possibility that someone similar to her was Dojin’s ideal type.

“Dojin.”

“Hmm…?”

“What’s precious to you?”

“Precious?”

Dojin was lost in thought upon hearing that. Naturally, his mom couldn’t be left out. But that was too obvious, so Raize probably wasn’t asking about that.

After pondering for a while, Dojin recalled a few items. A stone he picked up when he was young, a bracelet given by his mom, gifts like a necklace.

Surprisingly, there was a high possibility that memories were embedded in such things. Hearing that, Raize asked where he kept them.

“…Why are you asking?”

“Since they’re precious, wouldn’t your father throw them away immediately?”

“That, that could… No, that can’t happen. I really cherish those…”

“Just tell me the location. I’ll bring them to you.”

“…Really?”

Dojin opened his eyes wide and clung to Raize. She nodded, telling him not to worry. After a brief hesitation, Dojin thought it would be better than having them smashed by his father’s hands and told Raize the location.

“If you completely pull out the bottom drawer of my desk in my room… There’s an empty space behind it. I hid them there.”

“Okay. I’ll be back soon. Wait for me.”

This child, how little space must he have had. To hide something so precious in a place like that.

Thinking this, Raize left the motel and headed towards Dojin’s dojo. However, she didn’t know where Dojin’s room was, so she flew around the dojo, searching.

And by chance, she found the room where Dojin’s father was. He was seated in the center of the room, lost in meditation. Beside him was a sword, ready to be drawn at any moment.

Raize thought he was being ridiculous. His own child had been bullied to the point of running away from home, and yet he was here meditating? Regardless of what the truth was, wasn’t Dojin basically saying he expected him to be like this?

‘Tsk. Take this.’

She thought, as she thrust her fist forward.

And at that moment, swish, the sword was drawn.

Whoosh!

“Eek?”

“Hmm?”

He opened his eyes, looked around, and then, as if it was just his imagination, returned to his meditation. Raize calmed her startled heart, checking to see if her arm was still intact.

‘No, what… what memory recognizes me? Is this really Dojin’s, or is it not?’

So Dojin thinks that his father is such a skilled swordsman that he could detect and cut even a ghost-like presence.

In reality, what kind of person is he? At this point, Dojin’s memories seemed questionable. Of course, just by briefly observing how he treated Dojin, it was clear he was not a normal person.

“Ah, is it here…?”

Finally finding Dojin’s room, Raize pulled out the bottom drawer of the desk, as Dojin had described earlier, and took out the hidden junk behind it.

Indeed, among them was a mysterious, pure white orb. Such a substance could never exist in reality, so this must be Dojin’s memory.

‘Once I get out of here…’

Raize, having found the memory, paused as she prepared to return to reality. If she left with the memory, it would be a permanent farewell to the Dojin within the dream.

Of course, she could enter his dream again later, but how often do humans have the same dream repeatedly?

Not often. If they parted this time, the chances of meeting again were slim. And above all, she hadn’t even confirmed Dojin’s ideal type yet.

‘…Let’s just deliver this and come back.’

After all, the memory was found. From now on, it was an excuse to enjoy Dojin’s civilization. With that justification, Raize flew to the motel where Dojin was.