episode_0165

“Oppa, who is this person…?”

“Dr.”

The doctor bows politely as I introduce myself.

“Hello~!”

“Yes… .”

A high-pitched greeting that is somewhat unsettling.

Lovers sneaking behind my back like children meeting an unfamiliar adult.

That look is a little cute.

“You don’t have to be nervous.”

“…Yes.”

“That’s right~ I’m not a bad person?”

He seemed a little distracted, but he wasn’t a bad person.

That appearance must have been his own solution to escape the excessive pressure.

My tension melts away as I drink a cup of coffee brewed by the doctor.

The stiff expression seems to have loosened somewhat,

Now, let’s get to the point.

“Did you say before that the military conducts human experiments?”

“…Could it be that doctor…?”

“It’s the doctor.”

His voice, which had always been bright, became a little stiff at the mention of human experiments.

That too for a while.

He shook his head from side to side and immediately regained his bright smile.

“What are the results?”

“Perfect!!!”

When asked about the results, he answers with a twinkle in his eye that seems burdensome.

Reach out to the sky and spin.

“I was stupid to ignore the words of the religious people who said I was the savior who came to this land!”

“You are the savior!”

“This blood is truly new!!!”

I decided to use religion, but I couldn’t get used to that strange sound.

I enjoy that… ?

It’s not easy to be a cult leader.

I thought the iron plate on my face was quite thick, but the cringeiness I couldn’t stand with the iron plate on my face.

“……I feel bad, so take it in moderation.”

“Yes!!!”

He looked at me and brought me a syringe.

“Finished product.”

“I guess that was enough.”

“The concentration is different? A whopping 20 times that of a normal person! 4L was enough!”

Hold the syringe in your hand.

“This is the drug that can create a person with abilities.”

“To be exact, it is a concentrate of immune factors.”

Only 4L.

Considering my recovery amount, if it’s too much, two a day,

If blood can be collected safely, it is possible to train about one competent person per day.

“How much secondary mutation is needed?”

“…Hmm. I guess I’ll have to experiment to find out? This is my first time hearing that there is a secondary mutation.”

The lovers who heard the conversation with the doctor also seemed to understand the situation.

Especially Dayoung and Yeoreum.

The expressions of the two changed drastically.

“Oppa, then can I do it too?”

“Probably.”

“Winter can be better too, right?”

“I have to do it.”

Since this was the reason everyone was brought here, I didn’t waste time and started explaining.

“Listen carefully.”

“Yes…!”

“If you get this right, you will become a talented person.”

“But why is your voice so dark?”

The moment I heard the success rate from Dr.

I was deeply concerned about whether I should just keep it a secret and move on.

“The success rate is half.”

“…Yes?”

My face hardens at the lower number than I thought, 50%.

Too little or too much is a problem.

It is said that many people sacrificed to find the optimal amount, but even then, 50% was the limit.

“It might be different because it’s my blood… .”

“Probably not! We couldn’t find any differences in immune factors.”

Even the slightest hope is mercilessly thrown away by the doctor.

“…is low.”

“Yes.”

“What would you like my brother to do?”

“…I don’t know.”

If lovers die… .

Can you overcome that emptiness?

scary.

Conversely, what if you don’t become a capable person…?

Even now, rather than getting older, my body seems to be getting younger and younger.

20 years later.

50 years later.

100 years later.

I didn’t want to see the lovers getting older.

Even if I die…

May you always be as beautiful as you are now.

May we be together forever.

It may have been greed, but the way to achieve that desire existed before my eyes.

“I want to do it!”

Surprisingly, the answer came from Nayoung first.

He rubs his hair with his hands as if embarrassed and continues talking.

“I didn’t know that trophy wife meant something like that… but it wasn’t wrong, right?”

“… Hey, when did you become useful?”

“Still.”

Tears are slowly welling up in my half-moon eyes.

“Hehe… When I cry, my makeup smudges…”

I pull on her wrist, wiping away her tears.

Nayoung burst into arms.

“Hey. Why are you crying again…?”

“Hihi… sorry.”

I hug her tightly, as if squeezing her tears out of my clothes.

“Not everything they tease is serious.”

“Yes…!”

“Thanks to you, I always smile.”

“Hee… Yes, so?”

“Yes.”

“I still want to do it! It’s always my brother who suffers… . I kind of hate it.”

“…Yes. Thank you.”

…It was an effort to be of some help.

I didn’t know.

I felt like I was getting a glimpse of the inner thoughts that were hidden behind a bright expression.

“My body is strong, right? Don’t worry!”

Nayoung kissed my cheek and stepped back.

“I want to do it too.”

“…Yes.”

Aram also carefully approached me and hugged me tightly in response.

“There is no way my master’s blood will make me strange!”

“Really?”

“Yes!!!”

I didn’t question it because I really wanted it to be like that.

As Aram says,

If I am a special being, as many religious people think.

“I guess so.”

“Yes!!!”

Aram shows a bright smile showing no worries.

“I want to do it too. I don’t like being older alone… but I hate growing older alone even more.”

“You also have the charm of being older.”

“To some extent, the grandmother is unattractive, right? Will you still like me even if my breasts droop?”

When the answer was slightly delayed,

He wraps my face in his chest.

“Ha.”

Warmth wrapping around my face.

Light milky smell.

What if something goes wrong?

What if it feels like I’m forcing it?

I felt like my head, exhausted from countless worries, was gently melting away.

“Don’t worry too much.”

“Okay.”

“Do you think Se-yeon would like to have a younger sibling?”

“…Is that so?”

“Yes~”

What kind of brother is this little kid who can’t even speak?

Still, whatever.

I felt good.

Finally, Dayoung approached me.

He approaches me with his cheeks puffed out and puts my hand on his butt.

Tuk-tuk.

When I gave it a good pat, it was quickly relieved.

“Why did you worry alone? Are you going to scold me if I keep doing this? Got it?”

“Yes. I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Keep patting your butt…”

Dayoung was the one who most strongly expressed her desire to become a capable person.

The answer was also obvious.

“Of course I will get it right.”

“I thought so.”

“Think about it? If one of us does something wrong… there’s no way you’ll be fine, right?”

“I guess so.”

“I might try to kill myself…!”

“…Really?”

“No?”

Wouldn’t he go as far as committing suicide…?

However, I quickly spit out an answer due to the slight eerie feeling I felt at the moment.

“That’s right! He must be very depressed.”

“Right?”

I couldn’t hide my embarrassment.

Dayoung seems to have found that quite amusing.

“Oppa, I’m sweating~”

“…It’s because we’re hugging each other so tightly.”

“Yes~”

He laughs and turns around to look at Sohyun.

“Sohyun, are you anxious?”

“…of course I worry like normal!”

“I’m just saying it’s the same as usual.”

“Yes!”

There was no guarantee that Sohyun’s intuition would manifest itself in such a kind direction.

Accident in medication situation -> I was broken -> Sohyun’s death.

There is no certainty anywhere in this syllogism.

“So it’s okay…!”

“…Yes.”

But, I hoped so.

“Doctor, as long as you have blood, can you make medicine quickly?”

“Yes~”

16L for 4 people.

“We can all get it together in 4 days.”

“Yes~!”

“I like it too.”

“Then shall we go somewhere to have fun?”

Sohyeon waved her arms wildly when Nayoung told her to go out to play.

“F, don’t raise the flag!”

“Flags?”

“If you watch a movie, a couple goes on a trip before surgery… .”

“Ah!!! CancelCancelCancel!!!”

For some reason, when I saw that, my worries melted away like snow.

are you okay.

It will be fine.

For some reason, I felt confident that that would be the case.

* * *

“…Now.”

“Thank you!”

The doctor carefully held the liquid I gave him as if it were something precious in the world.

Fuck.

The reason for the swearing.

That’s why.

This is because the white, thick liquid I handed over was semen.

“… I wish you would look at me from somewhere else.”

“Oh? yes yes. Please wait a moment.”

50% chance of 4 consecutive successes.

In terms of probability, it is 6.25%

Simply lucky.

That was a possibility, but the doctor was a little different.

[There must be another reason.]

In response to a request to help find the cause, I participated in several experiments.

Scratching off the purple tattoo on my ankle,

He started taking saliva, and now he’s even asking for semen.

What should I do? I have to give it to you.

Thanks to you, it’s been a while since I used a condom.

The doctor appeared after a while.

“found!”

“What…?!”

No, it’s real semen…?

“Immunity factors are also present in semen, albeit in small amounts~”

“Really? But what does that have to do with it…?”

The doctor explained using various technical terms… .

CTL response? what is that?

“Simply put.”

“Ah… I got excited again, sorry.”

After cooling off, the doctor began to explain in a way that I could understand.

“Immune factors belong to Hansung, right?”

“Right?”

“So an immune response may occur.”

“I guess so.”

“For lovers who have received a small amount of semen… . What should I say, a kind of water meeting?”

“Ah, what do you do when you change the water in that fish tank?”

“Yes~! It feels exactly like that. This is because the body is exposed to immune factors little by little over a long period of time so that it can adapt!”

The doctor, who had been suffering without being able to find the reason, brightened up at the clear answer.

“The reason for the 100% success rate is semen! All the liquid that comes out of Hanseong looks divine~!”

“…fuck it.”

I see him laughing hard, so I guess he’s just teasing me now rather than really thinking that way.

“Then it can be applied to secondary mutations as well.”

“Right?”

I smiled brightly, but something felt uneasy.

“… Lightly burn it and feed it.”

“Oh! I think so!!!”

I thought the two thoughts were in sync, but they were not.

What I’m thinking is that the injection is mixed with water,

The reality is….

“You want me to mix semen in water and feed it to you? Hey, are you crazy?”

“There is no other way, right?”

“If the injection solution is mixed with water…?”

“If that were possible, I would have already achieved a 100% success rate, right?”

This reality may be a little bitter.

Winter.

Let’s have some water…

“Shii haircut….!”

It’s not bitter, but it’s a bit disgusting…