Ch.92Chapter 92 – The Terminally Ill Mentor of Final Bosses (3)

I managed to successfully escape from Yog-Sothoth with a tiny wound and returned to the real world with my disciples.

Five years have passed since then, and we’re living new lives in a new place with new relationships.

“What do you think of this work, my husband?”

“…It’s not bad, I think.”

Seol-hwa spoke softly while massaging my shoulders, holding a coffee with a subtle aroma.

The monitor in front of me displayed a website where our new collaborative work was being serialized.

The first thing I did after returning to the real world was to resume my discontinued novels and give them proper endings.

I felt that if I didn’t, Shub-Niggurath might kidnap me into the novel world again.

“Of course it’s good! It was written by me, a genius novelist, and you!”

I wanted to give proper endings to the novels I had written with Seol-hwa, now that she was alive.

Of course, there were many times when it was difficult and I wanted to give up. There were countless times when I didn’t want to write.

Writing novels is essentially exploring your inner world and fighting with yourself.

“Yes, I won’t run away anymore. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll remake it…”

Without Seol-hwa, I painfully realized how lacking I was as a writer.

I had inserted my own biases and past experiences into my novels, creating discomfort, and planted frustration rather than happiness in my characters’ lives, making them miserable.

This was why Bi-wol, Verdandi, and Azazel had unhappy pasts in the world I created.

If I had been a better writer, I wouldn’t have made such mistakes.

“…Honey, thinking about failure before you even start writing is a bad habit.”

Seol-hwa puffed her cheeks cutely and pouted at me as I voiced my concerns.

“But I have no talent…”

When I resumed my discontinued works, hardly any readers remembered them.

The influx of readers and retention rates were dismal, with barely anyone following through to the latest chapters.

Only one dedicated reader with the username “Mother of All Things” left encouraging comments.

– [I will always follow your work. I hope you keep writing well.]

I can’t express how much those few lines of comments meant to me.

The fact that there was a reader who hadn’t given up on my novels when even I had nearly abandoned them almost brought tears to my eyes.

“…That’s why you need to work harder. Try writing genres you haven’t tried before, read various works to build your imagination, and someday you’ll stand alongside the authors you respect.”

“The author I respect is you.”

I pointed at Seol-hwa without a moment’s hesitation.

Unlike irresponsible me, she cherished and valued her writing deeply.

She was the reason I came to believe that novels should always have happy endings, and she was the precious person who gave me the dream of becoming a novelist when I had none.

If I didn’t love Seol-hwa, who else should I love?

“Aren’t you loving me too much? The others will get jealous…”

Seol-hwa pretended to grumble while folding her arms, though she was clearly pleased.

I was legally involved with four women now. Out of respect for Bi-wol, Verdandi, and Azazel’s feelings, I was dating them all.

“That’s true.”

I nodded and closed my eyes gently. The women, whom I thought would struggle to adapt to modern society, found their dreams faster than I expected.

Bi-wol, with her Heavenly Martial Body, became a Taekwondo instructor. Her talent for martial arts was unparalleled.

She swept up awards and competitions, earning money and helping children with her skills.

“…Bi-wol should be here soon, and Verdandi said she’d be a bit late today?”

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Verdandi had chosen to become a firefighter who battles flames.

After briefly despairing that there was no “hero who fights demon lords” job in modern society, she found her calling.

She transformed her Holy Armor, which provided absolute defense to its wearer, into firefighter gear, becoming someone who could withstand any blaze.

“I was surprised when they all said they wanted careers.”

I felt like a father sending his daughters off to marriage. My disciples who had lived in my shadow were starting to live their own lives.

“Isn’t that good though? Azazel volunteers and helps others. I heard she’s even earned the nickname ‘Saintess’?”

Azazel had chosen to help others while hiding the tentacles on her back.

She volunteered for various causes and donated her savings, living a life dedicated to giving to others.

“Still, they’re like my children. I can’t help but worry about them even if they’ve grown up.”

I smiled as I looked at a photo of the five of us, with the women in wedding dresses and me in a tuxedo.

Though we couldn’t legally register our marriages due to polygamy laws, we were quite satisfied with our arrangement.

Just then, I heard the electronic beep of the door lock and footsteps entering.

“Master, your disciple has arrived…”

“Master! I finished earlier than scheduled today!”

“Brother, have you had a peaceful day?”

They all rushed toward me at once, like puppies wagging their tails to welcome their owner.

“Yes, thank you all for your hard work today.”

I patted each of their heads to welcome them home. This had become our daily ritual.

“…Master, do you know why we’ve all gathered here today?”

Suddenly, I felt a chill run down my spine, enough to frighten even me who had reached the Transformation Realm.

“…?”

I gulped and looked at Seol-hwa, sensing something was wrong, but she was silently caressing her lower abdomen.

“Today is the day we all become adults.”

Bi-wol said this while gently licking her lips. She had the eyes of a snake about to devour a mouse.

“That’s… that’s wonderful. So, why are you bringing this up?”

I pretended not to understand, though I knew. I thought this wasn’t appropriate for family.

No matter that they had become adults, they were like children to me, which is why I had kept my hands off them until now.

“Are you really going to pretend you don’t know? I’ve been restraining myself from desiring your manhood, but I’m reaching my limit.”

Bi-wol ran her hand along my inner thigh while speaking, using pressure points to direct blood flow to a certain part of my body.

“That’s right! Senior Bi-wol waited an extra year for me and Junior Azazel!”

“Ah, Brother… please don’t be afraid. It will be over very quickly.”

Verdandi and Azazel smiled ecstatically at what was growing, and I tried to ask Seol-hwa for help, but…

“…Sorry, but this is your karma, Do-hyeon. I already mixed aphrodisiacs in your coffee, so just accept it quietly.”

Seol-hwa was putting a blindfold and gag on me while making this shocking statement.

The sudden darkness and inability to speak properly seemed to foretell what was coming.

“Mmph! Mmmmph!”

Poof.

I was struggling and trying to call for help, but I felt a soft sensation on my back as someone laid me down on the bed.

“Master, how could it be strange for a disciple to sleep beside her master?”

Rustle, rustle.

With Bi-wol’s voice came the sound of clothes sliding against skin and falling, and I felt a heavy weight settling on my waist.

“Master! I think this is against the path of justice! Trying to run away from your responsibilities is cowardly! You should honestly become a father!”

Verdandi’s voice followed, and her hands were committing the atrocity of tearing off my clothes with her bare hands.

And then,

“Brother, please leave everything to me. I will guide your path with my body.”

Azazel, who seemed to have planned all this, let out a sultry laugh while poking my abs with her finger.

“Do-hyeon, it’s your fault for being aroused. Did you think you could seduce so many women and get away with it?”

Seol-hwa, as if she had made up her mind, tied my hands and feet to the bed with rope.

I had expected this day would come, but I didn’t know it would be today.

“Mmph! Mmmmph!”

‘Please, listen to me…!’

I had become a man who would be wrung dry until all of them were pregnant.

“My husband, you can do it, right? We won’t let you sleep tonight… ♡”

As they took turns mounting my waist, competing to be the first to bear fruit, I could only scream internally.