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170 – Can I Call You Oppa?

170 – Can I Call You Oppa?

“…I’m sorry.”

After the illusion ended, Eileen, who had come to her senses, bowed her head deeply.

Her apology wasn’t just because she had gotten excited and crossed the threshold.

“I, I unconsciously used a verbal command…”

Verbal command.

She was apologizing to me because of her verbal command that had worked even during the illusion.

“It’s alright. It wasn’t deeply ingrained anyway.”

It was true that her verbal command had made me move.

I had no intention of roughly violating Eileen from the start.

Gentle, pure love sex.

That’s what I had in mind at first.

Caressing Eileen’s breasts, kissing the back of her neck, slowly kissing down her spine and placing kisses near her buttocks, like I had done before removing the butt talisman.

While doing that, I planned to keep developing her nipples and make her yearn, only inserting when Eileen begged me to put it in quickly.

I was going to start after finishing a long period of foreplay, but the verbal command skipped that entire process.

Did I dislike that?

No.

Rather, I liked it.

How tempting was her vulgar, gaping back pussy hole.

I wanted to violate her right away, and that was the build-up I had in mind while holding back that urge.

If anything, it was better for me.

Of course, it wasn’t exactly pleasant to say that being forcibly moved by someone else’s will felt good.

‘Thanks to that, I got to experience how strong verbal commands are.’

It was a day that made me feel I shouldn’t pounce on Eileen without the help of an illusion.

“B-but…”

She still looked at me with a worried face.

“S-sometimes there are side effects. I-I’m worried about that…”

“Side effects? Verbal commands have side effects?”

“More than that… Sometimes people become obsessed with the command…”

“Ah, I see. Don’t worry about that. Judging by how well you cut it off at the right time, I don’t think there will be that obsession you mentioned.”

“…”

Eileen seemed to ponder for a moment, but nodded.

“That’s a relief then.”

“So, were you satisfied?”

Eileen nodded at my question.

Having finished showering in warm water, she swayed her clean and fluffy body gently.

“It was really the best. To be able to spend a holiday so fulfillingly…”

“That’s good then.”

As a service provider, I could only be satisfied if I provided the best service for the customer.

Eileen hesitated for a moment before speaking to me.

“Brother… But I have one request, can you grant it?”

“What is it?”

“Um… I mean, when there’s no one else around…”

Fidgeting.

She twisted her body once more before opening her mouth with difficulty.

“C-can I call you oppa?”

“…”

Was it because I took her anal virginity?

Or because of that soft, fluffy date we had in the illusion?

She was trying to open up a bit more of her private space to me.

Oppa, huh.

It had a nice ring to it.

One of the top three words men want to hear from women.

“Can I touch your breasts?”, “It’s a safe day”, and “Oppa”.

-Oppa, want to touch my breasts? Today’s a safe day.

That was what I wanted to hear most often if I had a girlfriend.

Just hearing it makes my lower half…

Anyway, the saint had uttered that word.

If she wasn’t a saint, I would have nodded immediately.

But.

“Is that okay? I thought that was forbidden by the church.”

“I-it’s fine. P-probably…”

Eileen was glancing around, seemingly checking for something.

If the saint says it’s okay, it should be fine, right?

“Alright. Do as you please.”

“Th-then… If I call you oppa… C-could you speak to me casually? Like in this illusion?”

“…”

Hmm.

I pondered for a moment.

How I should react to Eileen’s words.

‘Is this like… a rental boyfriend?’

For a saint who had to maintain her purity, a real boyfriend was an impossible existence.

So I thought she might want some kind of service that could substitute for a real boyfriend, even if it wasn’t the real thing.

Well, saints are people too.

She would want emotional connection with people, and physical connection too.

Why else would she come here with a talisman stuck to her butt to turn her anus into a back pussy?

‘There’s no helping it.’

I had no choice but to satisfy the saint’s desires.

“Alright.”

“M-Max oppa…”

At my answer, Eileen called me oppa as if she had been waiting for it.

“You wanted to hear casual speech that badly?”

I gently stroked her head.

Her face turned bright red.

Ding-dong.

“Delivery.”

A delivery service utilizing Goldmoon’s perfect heat preservation technology.

The delivery person handed me steaming hot food.

The pizza, which looked as if it had just come out of the kitchen, was giving off an appetizing smell.

This level of heat preservation was practically impossible even in modern Earth.

“Amazing.”

Is this the power of magic?

While marveling at Goldmoon’s capabilities, I looked at the stretching pizza.

“Reminds me of the old days.”

I had a memory connected to this delivered pizza.

It reminded me of when I lived on Earth, before falling into this world.

Before learning program coding, I had worked as a delivery person to earn money for academy fees.

Delivering food to the destination as quickly as possible on a motorcycle.

After finishing deliveries, I would receive a certain amount as delivery fee to earn money for academy.

And then, at that time.

Ding dong.

-Who is it?

“Delivery.”

-Ah, just a moment.

It was the house of a woman with a pretty voice.

A woman who answered the intercom with a somewhat moist voice.

When the door opened, what I saw as a delivery person was a woman wearing a see-through slip.

Under the white, flimsy slip that was see-through, she seemed to be wearing no underwear, as her protruding nipples were visible.

“Can you pay with this?”

Because of that woman who handed me a card without even wearing underwear, I bowed my head deeply to process the payment at that time.

However, no matter how much I tried to calculate.

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-Limit exceeded.

Only those words appeared.

“Um, the payment isn’t going through.”

“Oh my… Just a moment. Maybe I should use a different card…”

And the woman went trotting back into the house.

Even when she brought another card, the payment still didn’t go through, and she smiled awkwardly.

“It seems like none of my cards are working right now…”

“You don’t have any money?”

“I didn’t bring any cash separately.”

After finishing her words, that woman said to me.

“Can I perhaps pay with my body?”

As soon as I heard those words, I fled as if escaping.

You ask if she wasn’t pretty?

She was pretty.

She was insanely pretty and had an amazing body.

But the me at that time, who had only encountered women through porn on Earth.

In that situation, I didn’t even have the courage to reach out to a woman.

After returning without doing anything, I was satisfied with just masturbating alone to porn with similar settings.

What a life, unable to grab the woman right in front of me begging to be eaten, instead masturbating to women on screens.

‘Thanks to that, I became such an excellent magician.’

Thinking that, I ate a slice of pizza with stretching cheese.

It was delicious.

The taste was subtly different from eating on Earth, but it had its own deep charm.

Should I say the taste of cheese was deeper and richer?

“I heard even nobles have started using delivery services recently.”

Even nobles who have their own chefs at home occasionally order delivery to eat dishes that their personal chefs can’t make.

As I was thinking about that while eating pizza.

Knock knock.

I heard someone knocking on the door.

“Mr. Max, are you in there?”

A somewhat familiar voice.

An old man’s voice, I put down the pizza I was eating and opened the door.

“Who is it?”

“Hello. I am the butler serving Lady Helen Silvesta.”

It was a familiar face.

The old man I had seen in Helen Silvesta’s illusion.

The faithful butler of the Silvesta household.

He was a loyal person who had served the Silvestas for generations.

In the illusion, when this man told Helen “You are not a Silvesta person”, she was shocked to the point of being devastated, showing how much she trusted him.

“What brings you here at this hour?”

It was late evening, after Eileen had gone home.

The sun had long since set.

In about 2 hours, it would be the official curfew time.

To my question about why he came at such a late hour, the butler bowed his head.

“Lady Silvesta wishes for Mr. Max to visit the mansion tomorrow.”

“The lady does?”

“Yes.”

Then he handed me a letter.

“I heard from the lady. That you are a skilled illusion magician. The lady has requested private tutoring.”

At those words, I was left speechless.

The words “private tutoring”.

That was Helen’s code for wanting to experience an illusion through me.

It meant Helen’s desire for me to become a stern, commanding teacher wearing silver glasses and instructing her.

Hearing those words relayed through someone else felt strange.

What must she have been thinking when she told this to the butler she trusts most?

She must have been extremely embarrassed.

She was a woman with strong pride, after all.

“I see. Did the lady say anything else?”

“No, nothing in particular.”

“Alright. I’ll prepare and come.”

“Then.”

After the butler left, I took out the silver glasses I had carefully stored on the shelf.

Very elegant glasses with just the frame, without lenses.

Round glasses with a thin frame made of extremely expensive Siranda silver.

The day has come to wear these glasses again after a long time.

‘She’ll want me to be a stern private tutor.’

And I looked at the letter Helen had sent.

-Are you having a good day? It’s been a long time since I last visited you, teacher. Due to various family circumstances, I haven’t been able to visit recently, which leaves me with much regret…

It was a letter full of noble rhetoric.

A letter composed of elegant words and sentences that might feel somewhat old-fashioned.

To summarize the contents of the letter:

-There will be no one at my house tomorrow.

What an audacious invitation.

She’s inviting me because no one will be there?

I couldn’t help but smile at this invitation with such obvious intentions.

“I can’t refuse an invitation like this.”