Ch.1616. Punk City and the Boy and Girl

# Blue Moon Resort.

A 4-star hotel located a full 7-hour drive from the orphanage where Amon and Sonia live.

As the name Blue Moon suggests, it was a resort that primarily targeted couples.

With the added characteristic that it was especially popular among couples for proposals, honeymoons, and affairs.

Amon and Sonia were heading to this sanctuary for lovers.

One might wonder how two mere orphans could afford to go there, but,

“Thank you, Sister.”

It was possible thanks to the infinite kindness of the squinty-eyed nun.

The original plan was to break open their piggy banks and visit a modest resort, but thanks to the nun’s support, their destination changed.

The nun even drove them there, and Vatican knights would escort them inside the resort, offering support without reservation.

Sonia was wary of the nun’s overwhelming kindness, but Amon gratefully accepted it.

In Amon’s view, there was sufficient reason for the nun’s kindness.

‘Was it that obvious?’

When Amon expressed anxiety about the Higgjen Group under the pretext of confession, the nun immediately requested Vatican knights to be dispatched.

Even before he mentioned his intention to convert to the Vatican, she had figured out that Amon and Sonia were planning to come to them, just from the keyword “fear.”

An outsider might not understand, but seeing how generously they supported them once they knew they would join the Vatican, it was clear they had calculated the benefits.

‘Still, can’t let my guard down around her.’

Though she wore the mask of a kind person, the occasional glimpses of sharpness suggested she was no ordinary nun.

But that personality was something he could rely on now.

A clear calculation meant consistency.

If they could secure two Divine Power holders at once, booking a 4-star hotel and providing knight escorts was a worthwhile investment.

Thanks to this, Amon could trust the nun.

More precisely, he could trust the Vatican’s calculations and the current situation.

However, unlike Amon, Sonia seemed quite displeased.

Worried the nun driving might hear, she sent a text message.

[Do we really have to go with this person? Just the two of us, right? And what’s with being accompanied by knights there?]

Amon could only give a bitter smile at her complaint.

He understood her disappointment.

For her, a cheap resort just the two of them would be much more fun than a 4-star hotel with the nun’s support.

Amon understood this completely.

But if they had headed to the resort alone, it wouldn’t have been strange if mercenaries from the Higgjen Group kidnapped them.

So Amon silently endured her disappointment and tried to comfort her.

[When else would we get to visit a place like this before graduation? It’s a 4-star hotel. Even the sisters recommended it.]

Amon gave a bitter smile as he handled Sonia’s complaints that came every 10 minutes.

‘That’s fortunate.’

He had been worried about how to comfort her dejected mood, but thankfully the Vatican had sent a welcome proposal.

‘The Vatican is at least the lesser evil.’

Though Amon disliked the Vatican, it was still the lesser of two evils.

At least they didn’t try to sacrifice people and definitely protected their own.

This was why they were taking this trip.

Even if the Higgjen Group went crazy and attacked, the accompanying knights would be more than enough to handle it.

An added calculation was that Sonia’s favorability toward the Vatican, which sponsored their trip, might increase after enjoying the hotel experience.

Swish.

Lost in these thoughts, Sonia’s fingers tickled the back of Amon’s hand from an angle not visible in the nun’s rearview mirror.

Amon responded to her playfulness by intertwining his fingers with hers.

Their hand play continued for a while, until Sonia got bored and sent another complaint via text.

Eventually, Sonia fell asleep from fatigue, and Amon followed suit.

The nun cast a warm gaze at the two sleeping in the quiet car.

And when they opened their eyes, they had arrived at the resort.

***

Blue Moon Resort offers two main courses.

The Summer Season Course and the Winter Season Course.

These products were possible because Colorado, where Blue Moon Resort is located, is hot in summer and snows so much in winter that it makes you curse.

The Summer Course allows you to enjoy swimming in the pool in front of the resort or fishing in the artificial lake.

The Winter Course lets you ski on the mountain behind the resort.

The prices of these two courses vary depending on the season.

You can choose the Winter Course even in summer, but you have to bear the cost of artificial snow in the middle of summer.

You can also choose the Summer Course in winter, but you have to pay enough to keep the pool warm and block the snow.

Surprisingly, the off-season products have sustained this resort for decades.

Thanks to nouveau riche who don’t have the courage to go to real luxury hotels, or influencers.

However, Amon never dreamed they would experience these products.

“Wow… a pool in winter…”

The power of money was great.

Great enough to ‘deliberately’ create a greenhouse to recreate summer temperatures and use the refraction of barriers to create summer sunlight.

On the other side of the barrier dividing the Summer and Winter Courses, people bundled up in winter clothes holding skis could be seen.

If he let his guard down even a little, he might get drunk on the sense of superiority from their envious gazes.

‘Get a grip, Amon. You’re not here because you’re special.’

Amon scolded himself, suppressing the rising sense of superiority.

Still, experiencing this feeling, he understood.

Why nouveau riche and influencers visited this place.

The pleasure provided by this sense of superiority was an emotion difficult to feel in a city where everyone was dying equally.

It was too addictive and even rewarding to dismiss as mere vanity.

But Amon shouldn’t feel such emotions.

For him, all people in this world were children of the same mother and his siblings.

Such feelings of superiority were an insult to his mother’s will.

Waiting for Sonia who was still in the changing room, he bowed his head and repeatedly made the sign of the cross over the cardigan covering his bare body.

Other guests passing by looked at him strangely.

Among them, some female guests who seemed to be connoisseurs whispered behind his head.

“Is that some new fashion? Wearing a shirt and hat at the pool.”

“Maybe it’s a religious belief? He’s been making strange gestures for a while.”

“Then is that hat like… you know, that headscarf they wear in the Middle East?”

“A hijab? But he’s a man?”

“He might not be a man.”

In cyberpunk, gender transitions or being intersex weren’t particularly rare.

In fact, the “women” having this conversation might not actually be “women” at all.

Therefore, their conversation wasn’t gossip or backbiting, just typical American small talk, nothing more, nothing less.

But Amon’s software was that of a 21st-century Korean gentleman.

Wearing a cardigan and hat was because his Korean habits still remained.

Regardless of appearance, habits aren’t easily changed.

That’s why he stubbornly maintained this fashion even in front of the nun in the changing room who found it strange.

‘Ugh. How embarrassing.’

Unaware of his circumstances, their whispering behind his back didn’t make him feel particularly good.

Rationally, he knew this was American culture, but emotionally, it was enough to make him upset.

…To be honest, the fashion assessment was fine, but what bothered him most was their speculation that he might be a gender other than male.

Amon turned around with a hardened expression, intending to correct their misunderstanding.

And just as he made eye contact to confront them,

“Huh..!”

He had to close his mouth at the sight of them gasping.

‘What’s going on?’

Amon wondered if he had unconsciously made a scary face and tried to compose his expression.

The women then approached Amon with exaggerated reactions, squealing and holding up their phones.

“Oh my, are you a FaceTalk star? We had no idea.”

“No? I don’t use SNS.”

Amon, who didn’t even touch social media, let alone being a star, responded somewhat curtly.

But something about his answer pleased them, as they continued to giggle and act familiar.

“Then maybe you’ve done model shoots?”

“No.”

It was too much of a leap to conclude this from his fashion.

But looking at Amon’s face, the inference gained rationality.

However, for Amon, such flattery was neither familiar nor welcome.

‘Model? I’m just an orphan.’

For a moment, he wondered if they would laugh at such a response, but feeling it would cross a line, he kept quiet.

The women’s persistent questioning continued.

All of Amon’s answers were met with positive reactions, as if they were punchlines.

Eventually, the topic turned to whether he had a lover.

‘What should I do…’

Amon didn’t have a lover.

But he knew well enough not to say that straightforwardly in front of these women.

If he answered that he didn’t have a lover, they would naturally ask if he was interested in them, and Amon would face the burden of having to reject them.

It was a high-difficulty situation for the shy Korean Amon.

One might wonder what the big deal was about rejecting someone, but surprisingly, this was Amon’s first time being hit on.

Because either Sonia was always by his side, or people knew Sonia was with him.

‘Come to think of it, there’s Sonia.’

Only then did Amon remember Sonia’s existence.

The option of lying and saying she was his lover crossed his mind.

But there was a problem.

‘Would she go along with this?’

This was the first time such a situation had occurred.

No matter how close they were, asking her to pretend to be his lover could be considered rude, so Amon couldn’t help but hesitate.

Amon’s dilemma was soon resolved by the person in question.

“Honey, what’s going on?”

Amon turned his head toward the welcome voice with a bright expression.

And to match Sonia’s lead, he tried to choose his words.

But the words forming in his head were instantly discarded the moment he saw Sonia.

A white one-piece swimsuit similar to the color of her silver hair.

True to Sonia’s dislike of showing her navel, the swimsuit covered her belly button.

But whoever designed the swimsuit—what pervert… no, what fetishist designed it—the outline of her navel was still visible.

Healthy thighs appearing below the swimsuit that traced her beautiful hip line.

But there was something that made all of this seem like nothing,

‘Boo…Booba…’

The overwhelming symbol of motherhood and source of sacredness.

What else could be the source of Divine Power if not that?

The stimulation the swimsuit provided to Amon, who had underestimated her size because she usually wore loose clothing, was very powerful.

‘That designer… I don’t know who you are, but I acknowledge you.’

Amon finally understood what he had heard somewhere about the aesthetics of concealment.

Looking at Sonia, Amon didn’t bother to calm his racing heart.

In the old days maybe, but now at 18 years old, having to pack up and leave the orphanage within the year, this level of reaction was by no means problematic.

‘I can’t believe my childhood friend was like this…’

Amon couldn’t help but be grateful for the connection the Goddess had made.

Amon is a devout believer, but he’s also a man.

And no doctrine cautioned against men being attracted to women, which was directly endorsed by the Goddess herself.

– Why do you think I created women and men separately?

Therefore, Amon’s racing heart was doctrinally not problematic at all.

‘Right. What was I going to say?’

Suddenly, Amon remembered his situation.

Seeing her one-piece, his mind went blank like the color of her swimsuit, making him forget what he was going to say.

Even trying to recall it, his mind was filled with nothing but the word “Booba.”

It was only his transcendent reason that prevented this word from being spoken aloud, but with a little carelessness, it seemed ready to burst out.

Sonia enjoyed Amon’s gaze with her whole body.

The gazes she felt from leaving the changing room until joining Amon were extremely unpleasant, but his gaze gave her endless happiness and satisfaction.

To the extent that if he wanted, she would be willing to show him separately in their room.

Amon’s gaze moved to her tied-up hair.

In her hair was the hairpin Amon had given her.

Amon recognized the pin with a slightly awkward voice.

“Mmm, darling. You brought that pin?”

Darling!

What a beautiful word!

Satisfaction filled Sonia’s chest!

She felt her will becoming full!

This fullness of will made her do things she wouldn’t normally do.

Swaying her hips, she approached Amon.

She hugged his arm, pressing against it the mass that he couldn’t take his eyes off just moments ago.

Her voluptuous breasts were squished by Amon’s arm.

Amon’s arm stiffened.

According to YouTube, when a man’s arm is touched by a woman he likes, he deliberately flexes his biceps, and Amon seemed no different.

‘Should I ask him to flex?’

They say that in this situation, asking a man to flex is taboo.

Because then the man will try to flex no matter what, even if his muscles burst.

But her mischievousness ended there.

She wanted to quickly get rid of the unwelcome guests in front of her and spend a pleasant time with Amon.

Sonia pretended to just notice the women talking with Amon.

“Oh, excuse me. Did I interrupt your conversation?”

Amon is mine.

With that meaning, she glared at them.

But the women’s reaction was completely different from what Sonia expected.

Instead of jealousy or hostility, they returned looks of admiration.

“Oh, no! So you have a lover. We had no idea.”

“We’ll just play among ourselves!”

“Enjoy your beautiful love!”

And with that, the women disappeared like lightning.

Jealousy only arises when people are of similar standing.

With such overwhelming presence, it was natural that instead of jealousy, only admiration and envy remained.

The women’s encouragement didn’t seem to displease Sonia, as a subtle smile appeared on her lips.

Then she looked up at Amon with a seductive smile she had read about somewhere.

“Shall we go?”

She didn’t specify where.

But Amon, despite his size, allowed himself to be led by Sonia’s hand without resistance and answered.

“Sure.”

As Amon answered, his mind was filled with the national anthem, trying to control his junior that kept trying to rise.

***

Opportunity must be seized to be an opportunity.

Sonia knew this better than anyone.

Right now, when Amon showed romantic interest in Sonia for the first time, was the opportunity to capture him.

That’s why she could do things without hesitation that she wouldn’t normally do.

On the way to the pool, she deliberately pressed her chest against him,

Bumped her hips against his,

And when speaking, made sure her breath reached his ear.

Her strategy was very effective.

She could feel through his arm that Amon’s body had stiffened.

She had the next plan too.

‘Once we get into the pool…’

She planned to splash around in the pool and then say her pin had loosened, requiring her to retie her hair.

In the process, showing Amon her armpits would deliver a direct hit to his heart.

But her plan shattered the moment Amon entered the pool.

Splash!

Amon, pushed into the water by Sonia.

Unable to say anything negative, he laughed and resurfaced, but his hat was gone.

His appearance fully revealed without the hat.

The sight of him pushing his wet hair back hit Sonia’s preferences perfectly.

‘Was this my type?’

The flowing wet hair.

The sculptured muscles visible through the semi-transparent wet cardigan.

His jawline and eyes, usually not emphasized because he wore his hair down, were properly revealed as he pushed his hair back.

‘That’s… a lethal weapon…’

One that pierces women’s hearts and makes even men applaud involuntarily.

Its destructive power was so formidable that the people at the pool fell silent after Amon emerged from the water.

For Sonia, who was making eye contact with him, the impact was immense.

Her brain was already short-circuiting.

In her mind, all strategies were erased, and all capacity was poured into imprinting Amon’s jawline and abs.

The remaining space was allocated entirely to maintaining the state of Sonia that Amon liked.

Therefore, she had no capacity to execute her planned strategy.

While Sonia couldn’t gather her thoughts, Amon’s state wasn’t much different.

He too was feeling excitement from the unfamiliar sight of Sonia that he hadn’t been aware of in daily life.

With the intuition that they could never go back to how things were before.