Chapter 77 - 87 (don’t unlock, This Was Supposed To Be - 87)

Chapter 77: 87 (don’t unlock, This Was Supposed To Be Chapter 87)

Thud.

Ah, I screwed up.

I slapped Siri’s hand hard without realizing it.

She grabbed her small hand.

"W-why..."

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"I-I’m sorry..."

I bowed my head.

I was so embarrassed by the fact that Siri had become the heroine...

But even if I told her the truth, she wouldn’t understand.

’The System has designated you as the heroine!’

... How could I say that...

Phonia was lucky because her mental world was unique.

Siri would think I was talking nonsense like Sophie did.

I’m sick of being treated like a madman anymore.

I apologized, but I had no excuse for my actions.

In the end, Siri became surprisingly quiet and her face darkened right after, and she left early.

"... I think... I caused a lot of trouble. I’m sorry."

"Huh... that’s not it, Siri!"

I chased her to the front door, but I couldn’t cross the line any further.

Before I got any closer to her, wouldn’t it be better to drift apart like this?

For her to think of me as trash.

Rather than her being ruined...

***

Sophie lied.

She told Gilmon and Phonia that she was working at an errand center, but that’s not true.

She said she goes to an office of a company that adopted a flexible work system, but that’s also not true.

Her work doesn’t really require a fixed location.

In fact, usually, she can handle most of her work with just a phone.

"... Americano, tall size, three extra shots..."

Sophie, standing in front of the Starverse cafe counter she frequents, paused.

"... Excuse me. Um..."

Sophie narrowed her eyes.

"... Black... tea... lemonade...? Fazio? I’ll have that."

"What size would you like?"

"... The largest size, please."

Sophie sat down at a flimsy round table.

She was stammering trying to eat something she didn’t usually eat.

Normally, she always drank Americano with extra shots.

That too was a kind of routine.

The moderate bitterness in her mouth helped her concentrate.

She shouldn’t be eating sweets while doing her job.

Although she couldn’t quit her job, she decided to have at least a minimum of guilt.

Let’s eat bitter things at least when doing this job.

"....."

But right now, she wasn’t here to work.

She put her shoulder bag on an empty chair and took out two phones.

Just then, she got a message from her father.

Sophie’s brow furrowed.

It’s for work.

To receive a call from her father on her work phone, not her personal one.

Anyway, for this moment, just for a little while, she could forget about Gilmon and her sister’s affairs.

There was no paradise in the place she escaped to, though.

[Eric Hazelnut: Got any money?]

"... Is this my father?"

Strangely enough, his shameless attitude almost made her laugh.

Of course, her expression soon hardened.

Someday she has to leave his side.

Gilmon had said it too.

She doesn’t need to be tied to her father.

If she wants, she can start a new life at any time.

But she’s scared.

Can a woman with dirty hands like her live like ordinary people?

Sophie checked her balance and then transferred two million won to Eric.

[Eric Hazelnut: Is that all?]

[Eric Hazelnut: Is business not so good these days?]

[Eric Hazelnut: Why don’t you ask for some more work?]

"....."

A vein popped out on Sophie’s forehead.

Is this what a father is supposed to say?

When his daughter is cooperating in killing people.

He’s encouraging it?

[Eric Hazelnut: There’s no better job than this. Work hard.]

[Eric Hazelnut: Don’t get any other ideas.]

... Why is that last sentence so scary?

Is it because she knows her father’s past?

Because she knows his past and his true nature too well?

He kept sending messages.

[Eric Hazelnut: Have you thought about it a bit?]

He seemed particularly persistent today.

[Sophie Hazelnut: I told you.]

[Sophie Hazelnut: I’m satisfied with what I have now.]

[Sophie Hazelnut: I don’t want to get my hands dirty with blood.]

[Eric Hazelnut: Is it because of that damn conscience of yours?]

[Eric Hazelnut: I told you?]

Sophie got a call from her father, but she didn’t answer it.

[Eric Hazelnut: You’re not going to answer your father’s call?]

[Sophie Hazelnut: I can’t answer the phone right now. I’m in the bathroom.]

There was no reply for a while.

[Eric Hazelnut: A bitch like you who pretends to be innocent gets hooked once she gets a taste.]

[Eric Hazelnut: Just like your mother, who pretended to be chaste but made several husbands.]

Stop it.

You cheated too.

[Eric Hazelnut: Think about it again.]

[Eric Hazelnut: It’s better to run around yourself than to earn money as a broker.]

[Eric Hazelnut: I told you. The number of digits on your bank account is different.]

[Eric Hazelnut: If you want to quit so badly, you can earn a lot and leave.]

... Shit, is that something you can do as you please.

Sophie put her work phone face down on the table and covered her face.

She doesn’t usually swear, but it’s different now.

If it’s about her father or her job, she feels like she’ll lose her hair from stress.

This job isn’t one where you can just submit your resignation and leave without a problem.

The man who knows that best.

A man in whom you can’t find any paternal love.

Does he want her to roll around like a dog?

Does he want her to sell her body?

Before Sophie was even 10 years old, he took her to a butcher shop.

She still can’t forget the scene she saw then.

She probably won’t forget it for the rest of her life.

And that day changed her life.

"Sophie Halzenut, your Black Tea Lemonade Fazio is ready."

Sophie went to the counter and picked up her drink.

"... This isn’t too sweet either."

Sophie muttered, looking at the menu.

"Should I have ordered something like a smoothie?"

Sophie picked up her personal phone.

There was a reply from Phonia.

The three of them must have met by now?

Wiiing-

It’s her work phone again.

Sophie squeezed her eyes shut and checked it.

There was a message from her father 5 minutes ago.

[Eric Hazelnut: You have talent.]

[Eric Hazelnut: You should be a hitman, not a broker.]

"Fuck off."

Sophie just said it out loud for no reason.

She wouldn’t be able to say a word in front of her father, though.

The vibration just now wasn’t from him.

A message through the Telescom app, which cannot be tracked in a normal way.

[Pitman Alvin: It’s a client.]

[Pitman Alvin: Please connect me with a hitman who can be contacted.]

There were several other messages piled up.

Of course, everything is under a pseudonym.

Sophie nervously handled all of them and changed her status.

[Absent]

It means that she is currently unable to handle work.

It only took her about 30 minutes to do all that.

She had been working as a broker since she was 15, so she was very skilled.

There are probably very few brokers who are better than her.

At least in the current job market, it’s very rare.

The problem is that this experience is not recognized by society at all.

Being a veteran in this field is disadvantageous in many ways.

The more you know about the organization, the harder it is to leave.

Sophie switched to her personal phone to clear her head and quickly scanned the news.

[... Colt Balrog, famous for being from the Balrog family of swordsmanship, has been found dead, causing shock. Colt was a promising talent who graduated from the Academy with excellent grades, but went missing during a gate raid and was found naked in an area tens of kilometers away from the place he disappeared...]

It just so happened that it was a case Sophie knew about.

It’s a case handled by the organization’s hitman.

Colt Balrog was murdered.

"..."

Sophie shook her head.

She doesn’t want to think about work anymore.

Sophie took out her personal phone.

There were no special messages from Gilmon or Phonia.

She thought she should take a vacation for now.

She should reconcile with Gilmon for the time being.

Wouldn’t that make her feel a little lighter?

"... He said it wasn’t possible, but once he stuck his dick in that bitch, he couldn’t come to his senses?"

Sophie paused while drinking her drink.

"You son of a bitch, it’s because she ate an aphrodisiac, do you think it’s because of your dick?"

Aphrodisiac, dick.

To say such things so casually in a public place.

Sophie glanced in the direction of the sound.

"It’s not an aphrodisiac, you bastard, it’s a stamina recovery drug."

"Playing with words."

"I’m serious?"

A long-haired, gangster-looking man was explaining something passionately to the other person.

His voice was a little quieter, but it was still easy to hear because he wasn’t too far from Sophie.

"It’s a stamina recovery drug, but the problem is that it also recovers your sex drive."

"You crazy bastard, did you feed that to women and fuck them?"

"There’s nothing more maddening than sex that doesn’t satisfy you no matter how much you cum."

"You crazy bastard. I’m not just curious, but where did you get it?"

"Do you know Melina?"

"Huh? Is that a first name or a last name?"

Sophie put her phones in her shoulder bag and got up from her seat.

So this is the average of men.

Gilmon is the exception, men only think about sex.

No, is Gilmon only thinking about sex too?

She remembered the scene of Gilmon getting a handjob from Phonia.

But did he really need to get it from Phonia?

There seemed to be many women who liked Gilmon, including the women she saw at the hospital.

To put it bluntly, even the Princess and Sierra seemed desperate to give it to him.

’If he had a mind to... but surely not.’

That’s too malicious of a thought.

Sophie smiled self-deprecatingly as she slung her bag over her shoulder.

There’s no way well-bred young ladies would throw their bodies around carelessly.

’But still, if it’s Gilmon, he could easily...’

Sophie opened the cafe door and went out.

Her thoughts continued.

’Some of the students didn’t seem to be particularly bound by their chastity.’

Wouldn’t they be willing to have sex with Gilmon?

But the fact that he hates it so much is probably because of his fear of women.

"Oh, excuse me."

Just as she was about to get into her Spark, someone called out to Sophie.

"... I like you so much, can I get your number..."

It was a young man with neatly cut hair.

His skin was clear and his eyes were kind.

But why?

Sophie was reminded of the gangsters she had seen in the cafe earlier.

There was no basis for it, but unlike his neat appearance, she didn’t have a good feeling about him.

"I’m sorry. I have a boyfriend."

Sophie got in the car and started the engine.

She headed straight home.

To where Gilmon and Phonia are.

She put in for a vacation.

She hoped Gilmon would let go of his anger.

Isn’t there something she can do for him?

There’s something she can do.

***

Oh my god... What happened?"

Sophie returned about 10 minutes after Siri stormed out.

"... I made a mistake."

I admitted it.

That I nervously hit Siri’s hand and didn’t even try to fix it properly.

"... Gilmon. Do you perhaps have a fear of women?"

Sophie, who had been worrying with a serious face, asked.

Fear of women?

Well, if you put it that way, I guess I do...?

I don’t know if I can call it that.

Sophie is a heroine, but she didn’t believe in what she saw in her dream.

She’ll probably think I’m crazy.

Yelling at the Princess and the Head of Security in the hospital probably made me look like a real psycho.

What I did to Siri just now probably looks like I’m crazy too.

Thinking about it in many ways, there didn’t seem to be any need to deny Sophie’s guess.

When you think about it, fear of women isn’t wrong either.

"... I see."

Sophie seemed relieved for some reason.

"... I’m sorry to say this now, but I thought Gilmon was a strange person."

"... Is that so..."

Maybe that’s not wrong either, though.

Sophie said with a slightly relieved expression.

"You have a fear of women, but you’re attracted to women’s bodies, right?"

"Huh?"

"So with Phonia’s hands..."

"Ah, ah... W-wait a minute... Sophie, I’m sorry. That’s really..."

"Sorry?"

Sophie tilted her head and said.

"You’re full of sexual desire but you’re afraid of women, it must have been really hard. Phonia, you did a good job."

Suddenly, she stroked Phonia’s hair.

What’s with this sweet moment between sisters?

Is this something to be praised for?

"Men get distressed if they can’t satisfy their desires. To the point of becoming violent. Ah, don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying Gilmon is like that."

Suddenly, I remembered the first time I saw Sophie.

The image of a distorted man in her head.

Who created that?

It’s definitely hard to hold back an erection, but anyone who gets violent just because they don’t release their semen is already in jail.

"I can help with a handjob too."

I was even more speechless at the next words.

"No. Phonia gave you a handjob, so maybe I can do a blowjob?"

... To be honest, Sophie’s blowjob wasn’t that good.

Compared to Aisha or Sierra’s vacuum blowjob, her mouth was literally just rubbing the mucous membrane.

Sophie’s face turned red when she read my expression.

"... I’ll learn quickly! So you’ll feel good soon. If you’re not satisfied... you can do more. Gilmon. I’ll do anything as a sign of reconciliation!"

... That’s definitely not what I want to do.

I don’t know why the story is unfolding like this.

Did something happen while she was out?

"N-no other intention, Phonia’s hand is uncomfortable, so I’d rather... Uh, uh?"

Sophie, who had inadvertently looked at Phonia, made a "Hiik," sound and jumped up.

"W-what is this...? Gilmon? Phonia....? Her arm....?"

You’re so quick to notice.

And her sister’s arm has grown, so what’s with the ’this’?

Anyway, I think I need a proper explanation about this.

"Messiah....?"

Sophie slumped down and pointed at me with her finger, because that’s what she said.

***

"I need to meet him in person."

"... Madam, I’ll go myself. Or I’ll send someone..."

"What are you talking about!"

Abados was greatly surprised by Miho Nanai’s shout.

When was the last time he had faced his wife’s anger like this?

No, not even in their entire married life had this ever happened.

It was as if sparks were coming out of her eyes.

"Look at Sierra’s condition! Do you think that’s normal?"

"... That’s not it."

"... She must have fallen for a low-quality man. This is also mother’s fault. She shouldn’t have followed you."

Abados closed his mouth.

It was he who forced Miho to go to the Imperial Palace, even though she wanted to stay home.

He couldn’t resist showing off his wife.

But in the meantime, this happened to Sierra.

"...Hnngh, ahhhn...!"

Miho’s face turned pale.

Abados was also sweating profusely.

The disadvantage of Eastern-style houses was the thin walls.

The girl’s groaning sounds continued in this place where there was almost no soundproofing.