When I opened my eyes, it was already past 11 a.m. I usually wake up early even on Saturdays, but last night I couldn’t sleep. The reason was… ShutUp.
The moment we became partners yesterday, ShutUp crashed his lips against mine. The reason I realized I’d kissed him a lot before was that my lips parted on their own, already familiar with his habits.
ShutUp always sucked on my lower lip and upper lip to his heart’s content before tilting his head slightly and slowly slipping his tongue in. The instant he tilted his head, my mouth opened—and his laughter flowed into me along with his breath.
If skinship beyond kissing happens in a hunting ground like that, a warning message pops up and both players get teleported to different locations for a set period of time. It was the game’s way of maintaining basic public decency.
ShutUp told me to come to the guild hideout and went ahead first, and I followed him there. The moment I appeared, he grabbed me and dragged me into the Guild Master’s office—a place only he could enter.
A large round table stood in the center, and around it were long sofas that could easily seat five people. ShutUp pulled me over and laid me down there before lowering his head. The continuation of that earlier kiss unfolded across the sofa.
Afraid he might forcibly strip me again and destroy my items, I removed my equipment myself. ShutUp positioned himself between my legs, pressing his lower body tightly against mine.
[Be careful not to fill my GG all the way.]
[Here, take this.]
A <Transformation Ball> appeared in one of my hands. It looked like those capsule toys you get from vending machines at stationery shops—inside, a rainbow-colored liquid sloshed around.
[If I don’t stop… throw that at me.]
The Transformation Ball was a crafted item with fairly demanding materials, so many high-level players bought it just for fun. But it was expensive and rare, constantly hitting record prices in the auction house.
Using a Transformation Ball could turn someone into a tiny, pathetic monster, but high-level stats remained the same even after transformation, so their HP stayed strong. Sometimes it was used in PK to transform opponents, but even with good aim it was extremely hard to hit a Psychic who moved nonstop.
Since it was made of glass, it could shatter if thrown too hard and missed, so more people used it for entertainment rather than combat. The transformation lasted about an hour, making it a completely non-cost-effective item.
If I used it on ShutUp right now, he’d probably become something small like a slime—or at most a squeaky little rabbit-type monster. I snorted and lifted my arm, but ShutUp immediately pressed down on my wrist holding the ball.
[If you use it early, I’ll kill you.]
He couldn’t actually kill me, but threats like that were hard to ignore. Soon after, a foreign pressure pushed inside me, and I felt his cock forcing its way in.
[Ha… ngh…]
A moan slipped through my teeth, and before I could even process how overwhelming it felt, shivers spread through my entire body.
ShutUp slowly rocked his hips back and forth, staring down at where we were joined. Watching his own cock disappear between my hole, he stuck out his tongue and licked his lips—like someone savoring a delicious meal.
[Ha…]
His voice whispered near my ear—how good it felt, how he was going crazy—and suddenly the image of Seomun Jun eating beef earlier, and the way he’d stood behind me picking out beer, overlapped in my mind. It felt as if I were having sex with him in real life, and my body heated up even more.
My body was lifted, forced into a prone position so I had to look down at him. ShutUp thrust his hips upward and grabbed my face, pulling it down. Saliva dripped from my lips, parted from kissing. He swallowed all of it while gripping my pelvis, never stopping his movements.
[Hngh, ah—!]
Unable to endure the intensity of the act that drove deeper and deeper into me, I collapsed over ShutUp’s body. He rolled to the side and began thrusting diagonally upward inside me.
Beep—.
Soon, the warning sound signaling that my GG was almost full rang out. I didn’t even know when I’d dropped the Transformation Ball—it had rolled beneath the sofa. For a moment, I thought it might be easier to just faint like this, and I let out broken moans as my body swayed.
Then suddenly, ShutUp stopped completely, and the fullness inside me slipped out all at once. Without his support, I slumped onto the sofa like a puppet with its strings cut.
[If you hear the GG warning, you need to say something. Hold on.]
I thought he was finally stopping, so I tried to get up and re-equip my items, but ShutUp opened a trade window.
[Eat the Chitosan. Hurry.]
Each one reduced the gauge by 1 percent. Market price-wise, one cost about 2,000 won in real money—if a Guide bought 100 of them, it was a loss, but for a Psychic it was profit. That was because items that lowered a Psychic’s PG cost around 300,000 won. So Chitosan ended up being sold at a perfectly middle-ground price.
After eating about 95 Chitosan Extracts, the link started again.
And when my GG filled up again, ShutUp handed me more Chitosan.
Since ShutUp’s PG had dropped to under 5 percent, I thought we’d finally stop—but this lunatic seemed determined to go all night. Even when his PG hit 0 percent, he didn’t end the link. When I told him to stop, he said we might as well keep going until my GG filled completely.
In reality, when linking with a Psychic whose PG had already bottomed out, my GG rose at the normal rate. That’s why people said Guides were always the ones losing the longer a link continued.
When my GG passed 80 percent again, ShutUp got up to grab more Chitosan from his personal storage. I didn’t want to keep going anymore. As he turned back holding the items, I grabbed the Transformation Ball from the floor and hurled it straight at him.
Pop—!
A puff of smoke rose around him, and in his place was nothing but a cute slime. The pink slime bounced toward me, threateningly.
[I told you I’d kill you if you used that early, didn’t I?]
[Your PG’s already drained—what else are you trying to do? I’m not eating any more Chitosan!]
Luckily, the slime moved slowly, so I managed to open the office door and escape first. The moment I stepped out, I logged off immediately and pulled off the helmet. After barely managing to wash up, I passed out as if I’d fainted.
Maybe it was because of the sex with ShutUp yesterday—because the first thing that came to mind when I woke up just now was Jun’s face. Wanting to shake off the lingering discomfort, I headed to the bathroom.
I tried to separate ShutUp in the game from Jun in real life, but while linking with him, Jun’s face kept appearing in my thoughts. Standing in front of the sink, squeezing toothpaste onto my brush, I let out a sigh. Before putting the toothbrush in my mouth, I stared at my reflection and warned myself out loud.
“Du-seon, listen carefully. You have to think of reality and the game as separate. That guy is that guy, and this guy is this guy.”
I needed this kind of mental control. I shook my head, trying to drive yesterday’s memories out. After brushing my teeth, I splashed cold water on my face. Maybe if I cleared my head like this, the way I treated Jun in everyday life wouldn’t change.
As I finished washing up and stepped out, an announcement echoed from the apartment security office.
[Uh… Attention from the security office. There will be a residents’ meeting starting at 2 p.m., so please make sure at least one person from each household attends. We repeat…]
This was a small apartment complex with only four buildings. Being small meant there were always plenty of disagreements. I figured everyone else would handle it and planned not to go—until the last part of the announcement came through.
[…Each attendee will receive one tray of eggs, so we ask for your cooperation.]
I opened the fridge. As expected, it had been a while since I’d gone grocery shopping—not just eggs, even the ramen was gone.
Guess I don’t have a choice.
I roughly washed my hair, watched some TV, and checked the time—it was only 1:30 p.m.
It was a little early, but I went downstairs to get some sunlight. Right outside the apartment entrance was a playground. When I was a kid, playgrounds were always crowded, and getting a turn on the swing felt like reaching for the stars. These days, though, they were always empty.
Sitting on a swing, I closed my eyes and gently rocked back and forth. Maybe it was the warm sunlight, but I started feeling drowsy again.
“Mister.”
A young boy’s voice came from beside me.
“Me?”
“Yes. Mister.”
I stopped the swing and looked at the child standing next to me. He was holding something in his hand—it looked like some kind of transforming robot toy.
“What is it?”
“Will you buy this from me?”
“What is this?”
I took it and examined it. It looked like one of those toys where a car transforms into a robot. But more importantly, why was he trying to sell this to me?
“Why are you selling it?”
“I want to go to the mart.”
“The mart? You can go with your mom. You don’t have to sell stuff like this…”
“I… don’t have a mom.”
Ah.
It felt like I’d accidentally hurt a child’s feelings. I sprang to my feet, apologizing in a panic—saying I didn’t know, that this hyung—no, this mister—was sorry. Feeling guilty for wounding him without meaning to, I pulled money from my pocket. I only had 30,000 won.
“This is all I’ve got… You can keep the robot. Use this to buy something tasty, okay?”
“Thank you, mister.”
“Yeah.”
The boy tucked the money into his pocket and left the playground. Watching his small figure go, I looked up at the sky, feeling warmth spread through my chest.
As it got close to 2 p.m., I saw people gathering in small clusters near one side of the parking lot. Figuring I could just follow them, I walked over.
A small table was set up at the front of the residents’ meeting. They announced in advance that after it ended, they’d check each unit number, and only one tray of eggs per household could be taken. Even though my 30,000 won had just disappeared, I figured I could make do with eggs for a while, so I endured the hunger.
“Alright, the first item today—electric ranges, uh, induction stoves, you know? Apparently fires have been starting because of pets. If you attach the plastic opening from used wet wipes like this, it’s safer. And don’t forget to use the locking devices before leaving the house. Most households probably already have fire insurance, but if you don’t…”
As expected, it had nothing to do with me. Every time I blinked, sleepiness crept back in.
The second topic was about replacing the elevator CCTV with a newer system to prevent public urination and strengthen security. Just as my legs started aching from standing, a middle-aged man and a younger man suddenly grabbed each other by the collar.
The incident broke out right as the final agenda—parking issues—was brought up.
