episode_0111

“What are you hiding?”

Without beating around the bush, I asked directly.

Lager hesitated for a moment.

There was no hint of joking or lying in his eyes.

Even without scrutinizing Lager’s reaction, it was easy to guess.

There is something in this world that I don’t know.

Something that Lager knows, but I don’t.

What is it?

Why aren’t you telling me?

“Ale. Don’t try to know too much.”

But Lager chose silence once again.

“I don’t like keeping secrets.”

“Just tell me now. I’ll definitely tell you later, later.”

“When is later?”

“It might be soon….”

It’s awkward now.

But there will be a time when you tell me soon?

“Is it related to the score?”

Lager nodded.

Is that something that can be revealed?

Even without playing twenty questions, there is a way for me to ask Lager first.

“But Lager. I said I would return to my original world if I score 10,000 points.”

“Yeah.”

Then what about you?

“Well….”

Can you also return?

Lager hesitated for a moment at that question, then gave an ambiguous answer.

“Maybe after the competition ends, can I go back?”

“You created the world, but there are things you don’t know?”

“I don’t know about the competition, not the world.”

Lager’s words do not contradict Lena’s words.

It was Lena who created the character to contain me, not Lager, and Lager seemed unaware of the conditions such as scores given to me.

That means Lena set the conditions for my return.

Even if Lager doesn’t know his own ability to return, it’s not strange.

Most of the secrets need to be solved through Lena, not Lager.

But even thinking like that is strange.

If you really don’t know, if it’s something outside your area, wouldn’t you say ‘hide’? Why is Lager agonizing to this extent?

It reflects Lager’s will, not Lena’s intention.

There is something.

I don’t know what it is.

It’s related to the score.

“…Anyway, you don’t want to tell me?”

“Sorry. Just wait a little longer.”

“Are you sure that little wait won’t take long?”

“Yeah.”

Well, I can’t help it.

I didn’t feel like keeping Lager, who was half drunk, and examining him further, so I decided to leave it at that.

“Wash up and go to bed.”

“I’ll wash in the morning.”

“At least brush your teeth and go to bed.”

“It’s a hassle.”

“If you don’t brush your teeth, I won’t kiss you.”

With that, Lager smiled and patted my head once, then struggled to get up.

“Then I’ll brush my teeth and go to bed.”

As he staggered towards the bathroom, Lager suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Approaching with his characteristic playful expression, he leaned in and whispered in my ear.

“If I wash everything, will you give me more than just a kiss?”

“Insane.”

I pushed Lager away in disgust.

But am I still drunk? I barely managed to hold back a laugh at Lager’s embarrassed expression, finding it cute.

After briefly surveying the sleeping figures sprawled on the sofa, I headed to the bedroom.

“I’ll warm up the bed. Clean up and come.”

*

“Ugh….”

The next day, my back was so sore from last night’s aftermath that it was impossible to get up.

The culprit of my pain, Lager, was comfortably sprawled out and snoring.

“Crazy bastard. Beastly bastard. Perverted bastard….”

Lager’s insatiable lust had reached a level of astonishment that was hard to believe he was a woman.

If you are a normal person, it would be normal to cautiously close the door tightly and minimize any creaking sounds.

“Shut up. If you don’t want to wake them up.”

Rather than going to the door and opening it slightly to muffle the sound, how did they come up with the idea of muffling the sound with music?

In the extreme tension of not knowing when they might get caught, the feeling of being crazy enough to be pinned to Lager’s shoulder with one leg leaning against the wall.

“Ugh, huff! Ugh, ugh, thud! Huff, oof…!!”

…It was insane.

Dragging them to the bed at the end and finishing with a mating press was also excellent.

Thanks to that, my back still hurts.

Honestly, both Lager and I were so embarrassed that we tried to erase those complicated things from our minds and went along with the atmosphere.

“I really need to control myself in the future.”

Regardless of the score, it seems necessary to adjust the number of encounters so that my body doesn’t give out.

Dressed comfortably, I stepped into the living room. With each step, my back ached.

“Ugh.”

Holding my back, I staggered towards the kitchen.

I added some water to the leftover mussel soup from yesterday and started heating it up. Since there were many people, I divided the mussel soup into two pots. Lager and I in one pot, the other three in another pot.

“Ugh, Miss Chloe….”

Yuju woke up from the noisy sound.

“Oh, you’re up.”

“Is there anything I can help with?”

“Could you take out some kimchi on the table?”

“Is it in the fridge?”

“Yeah. And also, could you set out the dishes?”

Since each person had a different eating style, it was better to summon the dishes, unlike the glasses and cutlery that could be summoned and dismissed at will.

“I’ve done everything.”

“Then wake the kids up.”

As the two pots started to boil, I started putting noodles in and Yuju occasionally approached me.

“But Miss Chloe, you know.”

It was quite unsettling to see her approaching with a mischievous expression.

“Yesterday, you were really… fiery.”

“What?”

“I heard everything. Hehe.”

“R-really?!”

Unintentionally, I covered my mouth and swallowed my breath. Did she really hear those embarrassing sounds?

But the embarrassing situation didn’t end there.

“What if you open the door and do it?”

“Was it too loud?”

“Well….”

Yuju glanced around the sofa and whispered in a lower voice.

“In fact, not only the thuds, but also the slapping sounds…”

“Hey!”

Yuju flinched at the scream.

Followed by a rush of immense embarrassment.

Because it wasn’t just innocently making thudding sounds.

“Let’s move back, move back.”

“Why? Is your leg hurting?”

“No, it’s just, well….”

“Are you going deeper and that’s why?”

“I-I don’t know….”

“You don’t know anything, you horny bitch.”

“Ugh! Thud! Huk! Ugh…!”

…Could it be that she heard all of that?

Should I ask how much she heard?

“Whoa! It’s behind you, Miss Chloe!”

“Huh? Ugh?!”

Maybe because of the clams, too much foam started to overflow. I quickly turned off the heat and blew out the foam.

“Are you okay?”

“Ugh. It’s nothing.”

Compared to the crisis of my human dignity crumbling, this was considered okay.

But then.

“Uhyo! Good morning, Chloe, the backdoor enthusiast!”

Lina greeted energetically as she got up.

“You were supposed to do some door monitoring, weren’t you, Miss Chloe. How good must it have been for you to do that….”

With disheveled hair, Dakota, who had just woken up, blushed awkwardly and tried to compose himself seriously.

‘This is insane, darn it, ugh….’

Everyone heard it….

He seriously felt like committing suicide.