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The date is coming to an end.

No, wait.

Come to think of it, the word “date” feels a bit off.

It wasn’t really a date since my girlfriend’s younger sister was with us.

But calling it a double date would be a stretch since we were missing one guy.

There’s probably a more fitting term out there somewhere…

…Never mind. It’s not important anyway.

What I do need to remember is something else entirely.

Namely, the fact that Lee Jiyoon’s reaction to the voice recording I sent her was surprisingly favorable.

In other words, she felt a faint pang of jealousy over my relationship with Lee Hayoon.

There’s plenty of evidence.

First.

A few hours after I sent the recording, we played games together as if nothing had happened.

Second.

Even though she could’ve easily sent a short text telling me not to send stuff like that,

or mocking me for only now having our first kiss,

she kept her mouth shut and said nothing.

Third.

When I asked, “Hayoon, do you want to go clothes shopping with me and your sister?”

she nodded without much protest, even though she must’ve found it annoying.

Fourth.

Just a while ago, despite knowing full well I’d kissed her sister,

when I teasingly brought my lips close to hers, she parted them willingly, as if she’d been waiting.

Fifth.

She even wrapped her arms carefully around my neck and advised me that I should kiss her more aggressively.

I had assumed that, given her preferences, she wouldn’t care much about whatever I did with Hayoon—

but I didn’t expect her jealousy to be this blatant.

Still.

Just being able to confirm Jiyoon’s true feelings is a significant gain.

Now, all I have to do is handle her carefully, and I’ll have her leash firmly in my grasp.

Which leaves Hayoon.

“How is it? Good?”

“…….”

This girl right in front of me…

Just moments ago, she was sulking about forgetting her umbrella at the love hotel,

but now she’s feeding me red bean bread with a bright, giggly smile.

All I need is a way to topple her right next to her sister.

“It’s a shame it’s just convenience store stuff, but the taste is close enough. Mmm.”

“…It’s alright.”

When I gave a lukewarm response, her clover-colored eyes crinkled into pretty crescent moons behind her puppy-like gaze.

A stark contrast to Jiyoon’s indifferent stare from slightly behind us.

…Truth be told, the bread itself was exactly the kind I hated, despite Hayoon’s endless praise.

I’d much rather have something salty and spicy than this overloaded sweetness.

Like instant noodles. Or curry.

Something like that.

But if I want to achieve my goal, I need to be the “ideal boyfriend” first.

So I kept a straight face and chewed through the bread diligently.

“If only I didn’t have my part-time job, we could’ve hung out longer. What a shame….”

“…Hang out longer?”

“……W-What are you thinking?! Jiyoon’s right here!!”

“Since I did something you wanted, shouldn’t you do something I want later?”

That’s not the kind of logic a preschooler would follow.

“I’ll do everything you want, so later, just do one thing I want, okay?”

That’s more like elementary or middle school reasoning.

In a way, it’s one of the most shameless and brazen approaches—

but sometimes, the simplest methods work best.

Isn’t the most common study style for the college entrance exam just mindlessly memorizing past questions without any real technique?

“What do you mean, hang out longer? I already stay up late playing games with Jiyoon.”

“……Ah.”

“Noona. You weren’t seriously having dirty thoughts over something like that, were you?”

“……N-No, I just… Uuugh….”

So later, you can repay me by enthusiastically sucking my dick with Jiyoon on either side.

And when Jiyoon’s hair is pulled back as I pump my cum deep down her throat,

you’d better take over and swallow every last drop without missing a beat.

That’s all the payment I need.

90

The Sea of Information.

If asked to name the most commonly cited metaphorical expression for the internet, this would likely be it.

A sea swelling with thousands, millions, billions of pieces of information in less than a century since its birth.

It implies that if a user is determined enough, they can find anything—

or, to put it bluntly, even the most obscure, niche, unheard-of details no one else would care about.

But in reality, it’s slightly different.

Sure, given enough time, you can eventually find what you’re looking for—

but the problem lies in the process.

The internet is called the Sea of Information, not the Sea of Accurate Information.

So users must gather what they find online and discern for themselves what’s factual and what’s baseless fabrication or personal opinion.

It sounds complicated, but it’s really not.

Any adult who’s completed compulsory education can manage it just fine.

But there are still two groups who struggle with this.

One consists of the elderly, who only encountered the internet after their minds had hardened, leaving them inexperienced.

The other?

“……Uuugh.”

Children whose only experience with the internet is binge-watching YouTube for 10 hours straight under their blankets.

…Or, alternatively, adults who grew up so sheltered that their bodies matured faster than their minds.

“I see…, …Hmm.”

7 PM.

The time when the aroma of homemade kimchi stew begins to waft through the air.

Han Soo-ah, now comfortably seated with a cushion, muttered softly while clutching her phone.

After compiling all the information she’d gathered so far, the conclusion was as follows:

The ears and tails of beastkin transcendents

are far more frequently used for lewd purposes than one might think…

To the point that there are dedicated porn tags for it.

“…….”

Recalling a few of the videos she’d just watched, Soo-ah exhaled a sigh that sounded more like a groan.

…Not just in fiction, but even in real life—

men gripping women’s tails, yanking them back, and slamming their cocks deep inside.

And the women, as if they enjoyed the forceful dominance, moaned uncontrollably, soaking the bedsheets with their juices.

How could that possibly be believable?

Not to mention, the woman in the video looked like the proud type, too…

…Just.

Like me.

“This doesn’t make sense.”

Whether it felt good or bad wasn’t the issue—it was the logic that baffled her.

Pulling tails.

Animals hate that, don’t they?

Cats, especially. The moment you touch their tails, they hiss like crazy.

Actually, she didn’t even need to look that far.

She’d been the same way shortly after first awakening as a transcendent.

Far from feeling good, it sent waves of goosebump-inducing discomfort crawling up her skin.

Like being tickled, maybe?

That sensation forces you to laugh, but it’s not because you’re enjoying it, right?

It’s just unbearably unpleasant.

So how could it have become an erogenous zone by adulthood?

And judging by the sheer number of posts online, it didn’t seem like a rare phenomenon either.

“I don’t get it….”

By that logic, there could be women who orgasm from being tickled, drenching their beds in slick.

Does that even make sense…?

Whatever. Doesn’t matter.

If other beastkin were like this too, then she’d just have to accept it.

Overwhelmed by mental fatigue, Soo-ah pulled the blanket over her head and let out a long, drawn-out groan.

“…Oh, right.”

Yozora was a beastkin too, wasn’t she?

A succubus hybrid, at that…

So did that mean her tail was also an erogenous zone?

Last time she saw it, it was pitch-black with a heart-shaped tip.

Hmm… Maybe she could ask Yozora about it…

No, wait. That might be rude…

Actually, no. Didn’t Yozora like lewd stuff anyway?

If anything, she’d probably be happy to talk about it.

Just like how she’d lost track of time gushing about romance comics…

“…I’ll eat first and think about it later.”

Soo-ah set down her phone—now freed from its day of labor—and buried her face in the cushion.

Her past resolution of “I’ll find a new hobby!” had long since faded without a trace.

Instead, something else was spinning round and round in her head.

“…….”

…Masturbation.

Doing it in bed is risky since someone might notice,

so maybe…

just a little during my next shower.

Just a tiny bit.

Mmm.

There’s a term often shortened to “normie cosplay”—pretending to be an ordinary person.

It’s exactly what it sounds like.

When someone asks, “What are you into?”

you can’t exactly say “Being forced against my will,”

so you default to “Music and movies.”

Something like that.

Basically, hiding your embarrassing hobbies by skimming the surface of socially acceptable interests.

The upside? You can conceal aspects of yourself that might hinder social life.

The downside? It breeds “frustration.” Just a minor drawback.

“……….”

Which is why.

“Uuughhh….”

The moment the weekend hit, the stench of alcohol radiating from Yozora’s entire body was an inevitability.

Instead of spreading her weekly alcohol intake over seven days, she crammed it all into Friday and Saturday.

Of course, even she had limits, so her challenge ended at a mere 20 bottles—

though unopened soju, sake, and beer cans still littered the floor around her.

The butter-grilled squid, now cold and rubbery, was just a bonus.

“…I have to clean all this up too….”

And air out the room.

…But I’m too lazy to move. Ughhh…

If only someone would clean it up for meee…

Not Kwon Namho, though…

Maybe Master… or the nurse… or Seo Woojin…

If I whine at them to clean up, then roll over and pretend to sleep like it’s not my problem…

Woojin might get so pissed he pins me down and fucks me senseless until he cools off…

“Heheh….”

Ah, that time in the public restroom—no, the men’s restroom—was better than I expected…

Did I ever tell Woojin about that…?

Back in my high school days, I’d drag all the perverts who groped my tits and ass on the train into the restroom for “testing”…

I think I mentioned it…? Or maybe not…

Hehe. Dunno…

Either way, I can’t believe he knows my tastes that well…

Next time, I’ll take charge and demand he creampie me without holding back…

Like, even if I scream “Stop!” he’ll just force it in anyway…

…Heehee……

“……Huh?”

Just as she was sprawled on the couch, basking in the bliss of her hangover, Yozora’s ears twitched.

Her phone, left on the table, buzzed insistently, rattling against the glass surface.

They say if you talk about someone, their shadow appears—could it be Woojin?

With a groggy stretch, Yozora’s fingertips barely grazed the phone before it clattered to the floor.

Clack, thud. A slightly concerning sound.

…Squinting through half-lidded eyes, she picked it up and spotted a small crack in one corner of the screen.

“Ugh….”

Still works. Thank god.

After brushing off the glass shards with her thumb, she turned it on to check the message.

“……?”

But the sender wasn’t Woojin—it was Han Soo-ah.

The A5-grade meat reserved for Master.

[Han Soo-ah] ─Hey! Yozora! Good afternoon! ─I wanted to text earlier, but I overslept… ─There’s something I wanted to ask you. Do you have time?

“……The hell….”

Unsolicited TMI.

And that painfully awkward texting style aside—

why is she messaging me on the weekend all of a sudden…?

…Ah.

On Friday, she said she needed to talk to Woojin about something…

…Oh.

[Yozora] ─S’fine why’d u text?

[Han Soo-ah] ─You don’t sound fine. Are you sure?

[Yozora] ─M’fine!!

[Han Soo-ah] ─……Hmm. Well, uh… ─It’s about that manga you recommended…