“Bori, what’s that ring?”
“Oh, it’s my wedding ring with Da-hoon! It has a special option—wanna see?”
In the previous beta service, Jung Da-hoon and Bori had already gotten married.
And apparently, Teolbo and Haru, who started the game in Dual Mode, had also promised to marry. Judging by how they planned to split the cost of the ring through a ladder game, it was clearly a perfectly transactional marriage for the sake of convenience…
In any case, among the group, the only one who hadn’t found a partner yet was Smelly Kebab.
In-game marriage was a simple event that anyone could do if they spent a little cash, some in-game currency, and cleared a mildly tedious prerequisite quest. Moreover, it had the added benefit of increasing ‘durability’, making it a coveted sub-event for any player looking to buff their stats.
Right, it was just a ritual that everyone did—so why did it feel so good? It wasn’t just because Kessler had thrown the most extravagant, top-tier wedding imaginable.
I held the bouquet he gave me in full arms, and Kessler wrapped his arms around me.
‘Maybe it’s because I didn’t get to do this back when I was a Baby Fox.’
We had been bound together by a subordinate relationship.
—Bride and Groom, this way please!
We followed the gentle guide from the Management Valley to the honeymoon suite.
“Isn’t this the spot they were going to build the Shadow Atonement Tower? I didn’t know they’d repurpose it like this.”
It was the tallest tower in the castle, so the view was phenomenal. The room was lavishly adorned with blooming red roses, and soft-glowing aroma candles were scattered throughout, casting a cozy ambiance.
Kessler moved quickly, placing photos of the Baby Fox—brought over from the beta server—around the room.
“What the—didn’t you say this was a new account?”
“I just synced it.”
“…Wait, you can do that?”
Apparently, he had pinned so many photos that they were almost overflowing from the walls. Then he pulled back the blankets and lay down right in the middle of the bed. While he parked his character in a safe spot and prepared to log off for the day, I wandered around the room checking things out—and spotted something odd.
Remaining Usage Time: 364 days
That usage time recorded on the wall—was that a bug? I’d heard honeymoon rooms only lasted around 3 days in the beta server.
I rushed over and shook Kessler, still buried under the blankets.
“Did you log out? Something’s wrong with the room timer. This seems like a bug.”
“Got a year left, right? Not a bug.”
“Why? Isn’t it normally 3 days, and then you extend it with cash items?”
“To celebrate the server opening, the first couple to get married gets a year’s access.”
“…You’re insane. People are gonna flame you for that.”
So that was why Kessler had pushed so hard to get the wedding done. He was worse than the abusing users. It felt like… a GM decked out in ultra-rare gear just strutting around flaunting it.
Even though Kessler was the lead developer of the game, he’d always said he couldn’t interfere with elements that directly impacted gameplay. But apparently, proposing this kind of event was within his authority.
ZzzZ
Kessler finally logged out. Still clinging tightly to the now-sleeping Kessler, I took off my headset.
***
Seong Juwon
Baby Fox Darling
What should I buy?
Seong Juwon
Craving anything?
:fox: ^_^
[Let’s get that toad pizza lol]
Seong Juwon
Got it.
While Kessler picked up the pizza on his way home, I rolled around on the bed and scrolled through the community. I was curious if any new classes had been released. While browsing, a trending post with an eye-catching title caught my attention.
Title: Half Air, Half Fox;; (332)
It was about a server I wasn’t part of.
Over 800 out of 1,000 players on that server had chosen to be foxes—an overpopulated fox server. The post showed tiny little foxes scurrying around, shitting and pissing wherever they pleased. Some users were complaining that playing the game was giving them Arctic Fox aversion syndrome.
Title: Come See the Fox Flash Mob (222)
“The whole damn world is foxes.”
I tapped on the next trending post—and was met with a spectacle.
One fox was dancing in the square with full TikTok vibes. Then another fox passed by, got intrigued, stopped next to them, and joined in on the dance.
Due to the short legs and chubby body, the dance moves were limited and couldn’t go beyond simple rhythmic gestures. Because of that, it was easy to pick up the routine quickly.
One by one, foxes began to gather. Standing in straight lines across the plaza, they began spinning their flabby bellies with synchronized kkooring-ring motions.
“…Ha.”
I wasn’t sure what I had just witnessed, but when I came to, I had already hit ‘Replay.’
According to my personal rule—if you watch a video twice, you have to hit the like button—I tapped the heart… After browsing through the post for a bit, I decided to do some long-overdue cleaning. I opened all the windows to let in some fresh air and sat out on the terrace, soaking in the crisp breeze of late summer when Kessler returned.
“I’m home, Baby Fox.”
His voice was bubbling with excitement.
Whenever he left, he’d always have a face like he was walking to his grave, mumbling, Be back soon… But once he came home, it was like he’d been reborn, all full of energy and practically flying.
“You’re back?”
I reached one arm back while still seated in the wooden camping chair, and he grabbed my hand and planted a few soft kisses on the back of it.
“Tell me how much you missed me.”
What a joke. Just forty-five minutes ago, we were playing together in-game.
“I really missed you.”
Still holding hands, we walked to the kitchen and opened the pizza box Kessler had brought back. Apparently, it had tipped and shifted on the way—what emerged was a sad-looking square pizza in total disarray.
“…”
“…Did you dance your way home or something? You do a belly spin too?”
No one likes a pizza that’s all slid to one side. The mood soured for a moment. But it didn’t really matter.
“…That’s kinda depressing.”
“…It’s fine. As long as it tastes good.”
I roughly pushed the toppings back into place with a spatula and moved the most crushed pieces onto my plate.
“Our Juwon’s so handsome, he should only eat the prettiest slices.”
Then Kessler suddenly grabbed my wrist just as I was pouring some zero-lime cola.
“What?”
“I swear, I feel so loved at moments like this.”
“Well, you better move. You’re gonna make me spill this.”
He took my plate and set it in front of himself, picking out all the mangled slices for his own share. Then he glanced sideways at me, trying to look all grown-up.
“I’m your guardian, remember?”
“Oh, please. Fine, whatever.”
Kessler often did things he thought were cool, then closely watched my reaction afterward. If I didn’t respond much, he’d tilt his head and ask again, like now:
“Do I look cool?”
“Super cool.”
I played along and took a bite of an intact slice. The rich tomato sauce and heaping toppings paired with the cola gave me just enough relief to feel human again.
“So, what’s it like being in a trial marriage with me? You like it?”
Kessler asked for his marriage review. He even stopped eating, which meant he was serious about the question. I rinsed my mouth with a sip of cola before answering.
“You’re just fishing for compliments again.”
“But I really like it. Today feels like a milestone.”
“I like it too, seriously.”
Kessler dragged his chair over, sitting right next to me.
“Perfect day for cuddling.”
He was right. It wasn’t hot—just the right amount of cool to feel comfortable.
But sticking this close, with our cheeks touching, was kind of annoying. I’d designated my left hand for holding the clean cola cup and the right for greasy pizza, so switching hands was awkward. I paused eating for a moment, and Kessler picked up a slice for me, held it to my mouth, and leaned in so our cheeks pressed together, feeling the movement of my jaw as I chewed.
“…And why are you doing this?”
“I like the feeling. And the sound. It’s like a bunny munching on grass.”
All that cheek rubbing just tickled me.
Usually, I could eat four or five slices of pizza, but today I capped it at three.
I stretched out my legs and leaned back in the chair, lazily rubbing my belly. Kessler quietly got up from his seat.
“You’ve only had two slices. Where are you going?”
“I’m gonna shower. You know what that means, right?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll make sure you find out.”
Sitting in place, watching Kessler brush his teeth, I suddenly darted forward and threw my arms around his waist. He lifted me up as if holding a bundle.
“Hehe.”
We giggled as we started toward the bath, but just then, the scheduled alarm went off.
“…It says it’s game time?”
“Don’t care.”
Kessler answered indifferently, as if it didn’t concern him, and pressed soft kisses to my temple.
“It’s quest-cancel time.”
He ignored the insistently ringing alerts and continued with what he was doing, his hands leisurely trailing down from my neck.
“It’s not just our dual mode this time—it’s squad mode… everyone’s waiting, so shouldn’t we log in soon?”
“Okay. But let them know I’ll be a little late.”
Agreeing without resistance, Kessler carried me into the strategy room. He placed the headset on my head and even kindly pressed the power button for me.
And just like that, I logged in, a little dazed.
What the—?
I spawned right back in the honeymoon suite, exactly as I’d left before logging out.
The sensations in the game and in reality began to blur strangely. My body was clearly lying snug in bed in the game, yet I could feel a chill. Kessler had undressed me outside the game.
For now…
“Ugh!”
I checked the quest that had just begun.
“Nnh….”
First Survival Quest: <Screams in a Godless World> will begin shortly.
—When night falls, the spirits grow hungry. Without a center of faith, you may become their feast.
The overwhelming stimuli on my physical body made even reading those few lines require intense concentration. The simultaneous sensations of my clothes being stripped and warm hands gliding over my chilled skin, coupled with the disparity between what I saw and what I felt, only heightened the arousal.
“What… Is this quest because the ‘Priest’ class hasn’t manifested yet—mmph…”
I couldn’t finish the sentence. My lips were suddenly smothered in something soft and wet—Kessler kissed me.
I glanced downward. The tip of my cock, already plump and heavy from the constant teasing over the past few days, was standing fully erect.
No, come on. I’m busy. Sad thoughts. Think about losing in the quarterfinals. Not even making it to semis…
“Ugh…”
Through the chill, I could feel the hands gripping my body, the warmth of lips trailing down, stimulating every nerve in their path. When his mouth enveloped me and sucked gently, I gasped without meaning to, trembling as a deep wave of release surged through me.
Trying to suppress the lingering thrill, I took off the VR headset. Right in front of me was Kessler’s pretty face, kissing my lips sweetly.
I grabbed both his cheeks and sucked on his lips with a loud, deliberate smooch. Then, choosing words that would definitely get a rise out of him, I whispered:
“We have to elope right now, so hurry up and log in.”
“…Got it.”
