[TS] Became a Peach Saint – Chapter 263

New things are always thrilling.

“Ah, dopamine tastes good.”

“Crazy woman.”

The only part used in the assembly is the dragon’s bone.

After picking up the remaining materials from the floor and storing them in the space, only one thing remains in my hand.

“What’s that?”

“It’s called a Dragon Heart, a rare energy engine. Do you need it?”

Unlike the black dragon, this energy mass has a reddish hue, emitting a faint yet eerie glow.

Maybe it’s because the dragon that nested in the United States was red.

“Where would I even use that?”

“I was going to give it to you if you needed it. If not, I’ll eat it.”

Crunch!

[Gluttony aids absorption.]

The Dragon Heart on my palm disappears instantly with a squelching sound.

Gulp!

The Dragon Heart sucked into my body merges with the existing black Dragon Heart, quickly settling in.

It feels so natural, as if combining two Dragon Hearts might even increase their grade.

“Tasty.”

Son Goku, who was watching from the side, frowns deeply.

“Why?”

“Do you have two lives? Why do you do such reckless things so casually?”

I wondered why he was acting like that, but it seems he was just worried about me.

“It’s just a tonic. You know, something good for the body.”

“Any other human would have exploded hundreds of times over.”

“Hmm, really? What about Shin Jwa?”

“Shin Jwa wouldn’t do such reckless things either. He’d rather drink poison straight.”

From his light tone to his actions, Son Goku is quite different from Shin Jwa. In terms of personality, he’s almost a mirror image of me.

Even Son Goku seems to have different thoughts in this regard.

“Is that so?”

“Energy should be accumulated slowly and steadily.”

“How slow is that?”

“The energy mass you just swallowed would take at least hundreds of years to accumulate normally.”

“Are you crazy?”

Usually, he’s as friendly as a neighborhood buddy. But whenever he says things so detached from human life, it hits me hard that he’s lived a different life from mine.

“That’s normal.”

“I’m already aging and getting sick in real-time. Every time I play hide and seek with them, I feel like I’m about to run out of breath.”

“Peek!”

“Play!”

Carrying the two creatures spinning around me like toys, they finally calm down.

Baekseol’s Steel Stamina alone was hard to handle, and now another creature with similar stamina has joined.

“This little one.”

“Ticklish!”

Rubbing Baekseol’s belly as she squirms, she flails her legs.

“This little one.”

“Peek!”

Danpung also squirms, showing her belly.

“You might really go out in one shot if you keep this up. Be careful.”

“Yeah, thanks for worrying.”

“Hmph.”

Son Goku snorts briefly and walks ahead, turning his head away.

I guess he’s embarrassed about showing concern.

Thinking about it, it’s quite different from Haetnimu’s suggestion to use it as a nutrient.

“Master, do you still have the key I gave you last time? Remember, using it here will fix the coordinates.”

Without answering, Son Goku raises his hand and waves it slowly as he walks ahead.

“Play with Baekseol and Danpung too. They still want to play more.”

This time, he waves his hand towards me.

“Kids, go play hide and seek with Son Goku. Show him your true potential.”

“Peek!”

“Play!”

Dodododo!

Even though Baekseol has always been close to Son Goku, Danpung, who just met him today, approaches without hesitation.

After sending them off, I open the space, revealing a dark entrance.

Going inside, I see no one in the living room.

Just in case, I head to the second-floor room, where an angel is lying on the bed in a strange position, fiddling with a mobile phone. Not a cat, but why she’s in such an uncomfortable position is beyond me.

“Haetnimu, I’m back.”

The angel glances at me and quickly turns her head away.

“What, are you sulking?”

“I’m not sulking.”

Approaching Haetnimu and sitting on the bed, she turns her head further away, avoiding me.

Holding the…

The phone screen isn’t moving, but I pretend to be looking at it intently. Clearly, she’s sulking.

“Why are you sulking?”

“I’m not sulking.”

“You are sulking.”

“I’m not sulking.”

I lightly scratch the sole of Haetnimu’s foot, which was resting on the bed, and she hurriedly shakes it off.

Being an angel, even her toes are long and pretty.

“You have to tell me why you’re sulking.”

“I’m not sulking.”

Like a parrot, she keeps repeating the same words. She’s definitely sulking.

Reluctantly, I grab Haetnimu’s ankle, and she starts to struggle to break free.

“Ticklish.”

“Eek!”

Tickling the angel’s sole, she curls her toes and makes a strange sound.

“If you keep sulking without telling me, I’ll keep tickling you.”

“…I’m not sulking.”

She’s being stubborn.

*Peck.*

“Eek!”

When I kiss Haetnimu’s toes, she opens her eyes wide and stares at me.

Her sparkling golden eyes are filled with surprise.

“W-what are you doing? That’s gross!”

The angel stammers, which is unlike her.

“You keep sulking, so that’s why.”

“That’s Ga-eul’s fault…”

When I first met Ariel, she only spoke mechanically when necessary, and her expression was as cold as ice.

Living beings are absolutely influenced by their surroundings as they live. We often use the word “adaptation” to describe this phenomenon.

When you love, you become beautiful. In other words, when you are loved, you become beautiful.

When someone receives affection, even the most rigid person starts to show a lot of charm, even if it’s only in front of their lover.

As proof, my rabbit is getting fluffier as time goes by.

*Peck.*

“Eek?!”

Ariel wiggles her toes. Even in this situation, she seems worried about hurting me, so she doesn’t forcefully pull away.

“Haetnimu is cute.”

*Peck. Peck.*

“Ugh…”

Living beings should grow up receiving affection.

“Do you know Son Goku went outside the tower? He’s wandering around, lost in thought.”

“Son Goku is still in the tower…”

*Peck.*

“Eek!”

“I’m listening. Keep talking.”

*Peck.*

“Eek!”

When I kiss the top of her foot, Haetnimu’s body trembles slightly.

Ankle.

*Peck.*

Calf.

*Peck.*

“Ah… Ga-eul.”

I finally stop when I reach the angel’s soft thighs. Ariel has her hand on my head, making it hard to go further.

*Squish.*

“Eek?!”

The inner thigh is even softer.

“Are you still sulking?”

“…No.”

“Right?”

I let go of Haetnimu’s foot and pat my thigh, and she glances at me.

“Your braid came undone. How much did you roll around on the bed?”

“That’s because Ga-eul came late.”

“Was that why? Sorry for being late.”

I thought time was frozen, so it didn’t matter, but Haetnimu says something strange.

*Tap tap.*

“Come on, angel, let me braid your hair.”

When I pat her thigh again, she finally lies down, resting her head on my leg.

“…Yes.”

Before leaving here, Haetnimu’s hair was perfectly fine.

If that’s the case, then after coming to this world and spending some time at the academy, her perfectly fine hair came undone, which doesn’t make sense.

Despite appearances, Haetnimu cherished the braid I did for her.

“When Ga-eul leaves this place, the flow of time becomes drastically tangled.”

“Okay.”

As I brush Haetnimu’s hair while she lies on my lap, it flows softly through my fingers.

“Since I handle light and space, I can feel the flow of time more delicately than others can notice.”

“I see.”

As I start braiding her hair, she begins to speak in a gentle tone.

“The tower and outside the tower. And if the tower is considered the inside, then the place beyond where Ga-eul came from.”

“Okay.”

“Originally, the space inside and outside the tower was separate, but the tower’s power made the flow of time almost similar.”

As Haetnimu said, when I returned to the academy after being in the tower, I didn’t feel any significant distortion in the flow of time.

“Son Goku, Hercules, and I are beings bound to the tower. However, this subspace created by Ga-eul distorts even the great power of the tower.”

Even Son Goku occasionally glanced at Ariel. A person who can distort the power that even such an angel calls great—only one person comes to mind in my head.

“So, what happens then?”

“As long as we exist here, from now on, we will be with Ga-eul and time, not the tower.”

“Huh?”

“It means we will be separated from the tower and become individual beings with our own personalities.”

They are not inanimate objects; everyone has a personality.

Son Goku particularly likes the Choco Snack that a human he once met gave him. He also enjoys games and reading comics.

Hercules and Ariel are the same.

Even when looking at the same thing, each has different thoughts and attitudes towards it.

“This space, bound to Ga-eul, is accepting us, and the synchronization of time is progressing.”

“So, after finally escaping the tower, we’re bound here again?”

Haetnimu, lying sideways on my lap, turned her head to look at me.

Her pretty golden eyes sparkle beautifully.

“We call that freedom.”

“So, it’s not bondage?”

“Yes.”

“Is that good?”

“Of course.”

“Then that’s fine.”

As I blandly agreed, Haetnimu smiled faintly and turned her head to the side again.

“Most living beings live their entire lives without knowing they are bound to a dimension.”

“Isn’t that normal? It’s more abnormal to talk about escaping Earth and going to another dimension.”

Haetnimu nodded.

“Correct. It’s the difference between knowing and not knowing.”

“The problem is that you all know that, right?”

“That is also correct.”

Having lived a happy life, only realizing at twilight that one was an electronic brain.

Having lived a joyful life, only realizing at the end of life that one was a doll inside an alien’s toy marble.

What I believe is not the entirety of the world.

It’s a joke close to a delusion that everyone thinks of at least once.

“Where I lived, we called bondage a strong correlation.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes. Bondage is a very linear variable, and when this strong linear correlation weakens, we call it independence.”

“What does that mean?”

“Those who can only be linear think they live strongly, but they are those who don’t realize they are bound. Those who know they are part of a group’s intersection can become independent.”

“I don’t understand Ga-eul’s words.”

A bound vector always takes the form of a linear combination.

Always acting as if they are upright, as if the only path they can take is here.

In contrast, Haetnimu is before me.

Those who realize they are part of a set and desire independence, not bondage.

“Congratulations on your independence.”

“….Thank you. I’m happy.”

“Yeah.”

As I brushed Haetnimu’s forehead, she smiled faintly.

Probably, no one else would notice that. But her expressions will gradually become richer.

“Where did Ga-eul study math?”

“I learned here and there. Now, I’m learning from Grandpa Arthur.”

“Arthur?”

“He’s a grandpa who watches the stars.”

“Stars?”

Haetnimu seems to have many questions today. She’s been asking a lot of questions.

“Ordinary humans need to understand space to see the stars, and further, they need to understand dimensions.”

“Why do you learn to watch the stars?”

“No grand reason. My rabbit likes watching the stars.”

Finally, Haetnimu nodded slightly.

“There, it’s done. It’s braided beautifully.”

Haetnimu, who had been lying on my lap, lifted her head and carefully touched her hair.

“The back is tied.”

“I did it as a joke, but the ponytail suits you well. Super cute.”

“Cute…”

Haetnimu touches the back of her head once, then lowers her hand.

“Thank you. I like it.”

“Haetnimu is cute, so I should be the one thanking you.”

Haetnimu rolls her golden eyes and avoids eye contact.

The nape of her neck, visible under her swaying hair, is slightly flushed.

*Tap tap.*

“If you’re grateful, you should give me a reward.”

As I lightly tap my lips and playfully stick them out, the embarrassed Haetnimu slowly approaches.

*Peck.*

Haetnimu lightly presses her lips against mine, then pulls back slightly, leaving her face close. Her warm breath brushes against me.

“Do you like this too?”

“…Yes. I like it.”

“It’s yours.”

“Really? It’s mine?”

“Hmm, I guess so?”

As I answer playfully, she approaches again.

Our noses touch, and our lips meet once more.

An angel’s lips are soft and warm.

*Smooch.*

Haetnimu naturally slips her tongue in.

Kissing an angel is more intense than expected—it requires mental preparation.

*Smooch, smooch.*

In an instant, our tongues intertwine, and saliva mixes messily.

“Hooong.”

Haetnimu lets out a cute snort.

*Smooch, smooch.*

As I roll her soft lips in my mouth, the sticky mixed saliva drips down the corner of my lips.

As time passes, her breath grows hotter, making it hard to breathe through my nose.

Yet, the angel wraps her arms around my neck, showing no intention of letting go.

“Heh… Heh…”

After pulling back briefly to catch my breath, she immediately presses her lips against mine again.

“Mmm.”

*Smooch, smooch.*

Eventually, Haetnimu pushes her tongue deep into my mouth, letting the mixed saliva flow down my throat.

She probably won’t stop until I swallow. As always, an angel’s territorial marking is way too intense.

*Gulp.*

Reluctantly swallowing, Haetnimu firmly presses my lips and opens her mouth.

“Hmm.”

After checking inside my mouth, she lets out a pleased snort.

“Now, am I yours?”

“Huh?”

Caught off guard by the question, I freeze, and she kisses me again.

*Smooch.*

“Hahm.”

*Smooch, smooch.*

This time, she pushes more saliva in.

*Gulp.*

“Now, am I yours?”

“……”

As if gaining freedom has brought a huge change in her emotions, a hint of madness flickers in Haetnimu’s eyes.

It’s unlike the always calm angel.

“Wait, Haetnimu…”

*Smooch.*

“Pfft—!”

As I lightly push her shoulders away, her blazing golden eyes meet mine.

“Haetnimu, calm down… Oof!”

*Smooch.*

Haetnimu frantically tangles her tongue with mine.

Thinking I need to calm her down, I try to push her shoulders again, but her hand suddenly slips into my pants.

“Mmm! Mmm! Ugh!”

*Squish.*

“Hooom…!”

The saliva Haetnimu poured in flows down my throat once more.

“Now, am I yours?”

“Hahk♡”