The Sacred Manager Life - Chapter 102
“Thanks for getting me this hospital room. It’s like a hotel suite or something.”
“…….”
“The kids were crying so much earlier… It’s nice and quiet now.”
“…….”
“Did you see the news? They’re calling it a miraculous response, saying being a civic hero must be your hobby. Reporters really know how to exaggerate, huh?”
“…….”
“Hey… Soyeon-ssi, you haven’t said a word since earlier…”
Her hand slides up my uninjured arm.
Goosebumps prickle across my skin.
“You’re hurt again.”
“Well, this time I told you, didn’t I? I got cast for a busking variety show, but I heard a prophecy that there’d be an accident on set.”
After getting scolded last time, I even mentioned the gift of prophecy this time.
Of course, I didn’t say what kind of accident it would be.
Not because I was hiding it, but because it was just one of many possible futures that could still change.
[That sounds like a cowardly excuse.]
‘Shut up!’
“You couldn’t see this kind of accident?”
Her voice is colder than before.
Sharp enough to cut through ice.
“I did see it, but…”
“See? You only told me half of it. That’s not being honest. From now on, if you have something like this to say, we’re doing a video call. I’ll confirm it with my light.”
“Okay.”
She saw right through my trick and cut off my escape route.
“Sigh, what am I going to do with you?”
She smiles faintly, but it doesn’t look like a real smile.
“Even if I tell you to stop, you won’t. I don’t have the power to hold you back, Juwon-ssi. But the thought of worrying like this from now on… What am I supposed to do with this sinful man?”
Her words are a jumble of muttering to herself and speaking to me.
Her expression is far more complicated than before.
“You know how foreign billionaires build underground bunkers because they think World War III is coming? Should I build one too? I can make it incredibly luxurious. We can live there together. I’ll give you everything you want. I’d retire from the entertainment industry and live in that bunker if it meant being with you.”
“You know that’s insane, right? That’s a prison. Someone as bright as you, Soyeon-ssi, can’t live in a place like that.”
“I can! As long as you’re there!”
I gently stroke Cha Soyeon’s head as she yells.
Whether she understood the meaning of this touch or not, her expression slowly softens.
“You’re cheating. Trying to smooth things over like this again.”
“I’m sorry. But this time, I have something to say too. Actually… I could’ve been fine, but the spirit made a little mistake. That’s why one of my arms got hurt.”
[Now you’re even blaming the spirits.]
‘It’s the truth, so cut me some slack. Right now, calming her down is the priority.’
“What if they make another mistake?”
“The spirit swore it would never happen again.”
[Now you’re lying too.]
‘Just let it go for now.’
She sighs and buries her face in my chest.
“I hate you so much. Always making me worry. And then you do something good so I can’t even stop you. Really, really… I hate you… Sniff.”
The tears she’d been holding back finally spill over.
The moisture gathered in her eyes streams down her cheeks.
The sight is so heartbreaking that my mouth moves before I can stop it.
“I know this’ll make me sound like a pervert, but… you’re so beautiful when you cry that I want to kiss you. So stop crying.”
Her eyes widen, then a smile spreads across her face.
Her cheeks flush like ripe peaches.
“You can. I was saving it for my first time, but… hearing you say that in this mood… I can’t refuse.”
She leans in closer, making it easier for me to move.
Her lips glisten like they’re studded with jewels.
Perfect for kissing—no, lips made for kissing.
I sit up, using my good arm to hold Cha Soyeon’s shoulder.
The pain flares, but that’s not important right now.
I can’t ruin this woman’s first kiss.
Since I brought it up, I have to see it through.
I start with a light brush of our lips.
The scent unique to Cha Soyeon, always so comforting, tickles my nose.
As if impatient, she closes the distance and covers my lips with hers.
The touch of our lips feels like heaven.
“Hah… Mmm…”
She lets out a sensual moan as she explores my lips.
Her tongue licks my lips before sliding along my gums.
Her sweet saliva seeps in, making it impossible to think straight.
Like Yeoreum, my woman’s saliva is as sweet as honey.
Just when I think she’ll go further, she slowly pulls away.
We stare at each other, both looking dazed.
“That was your first kiss. I held back because shoving my tongue in right away would’ve seemed too forward.”
No wonder she pulled away so soon.
“Now, this is the ‘real’ kiss between lovers.”
She kicks off her shoes and climbs on top of me.
Cradling my head in her arms, she passionately presses her lips to mine.
Like a panther sinking its fangs into its prey.
Her tongue explores every corner of my mouth, savoring my scent.
The touch of her palms rubbing my neck and chest is anything but ordinary.
Her lewd moans and heat make the air around us burn.
The kiss is so relentless, I worry my lips might wear out.
“Hah… Hah…”
A thread of saliva connects us before snapping.
Her flushed face looks delicious enough to take a bite out of.
“I’m… suffering. This isn’t the right place for my first time.”
She straightens her clothes and gets off the bed.
“Are you still mad?”
“No. But I think I’ll forgive you if you add one more thing.”
“What is it?”
She must still be really upset.
Normally, she’d have softened by now.
“When will your arm heal?”
She abruptly changes the subject.
“Why do you ask?”
I can’t follow her train of thought.
“If someone who can cure incurable diseases is like this, there must be another reason, right? Like, because it’s your own body, it takes longer… or something like that?”
Her intuition is scarily sharp.
How did she even think of that?
“You’re right. The spirit said my body’s like a precision machine now, so repairs take time.”
“How long?”
“Two days.”
“Two days…”
She thinks for a moment, then nods as if she’s figured something out.
“Good. For the next two days, Juwon-ssi, you’re mine.”
With that, she walks out.
Huh? Hers?
I’ve been kidnapped.
A few hours after Cha Soyeon left, men in black suits file into the room.
“The young lady asked us to escort you. Don’t worry—we’ve already arranged everything with the hospital.”
They wheel the entire bed out of the room.
In the underground parking lot, a large van waits, big enough to fit a hospital bed.
Our destination is Cha Soyeon’s home.
The men skillfully push the bed into a second-floor room, bow politely, and leave.
The whole trip from the hospital to this room took less than an hour.
‘What the hell…?’
Dazed, I look around the room.
It’s cozy, like a modern resort suite.
Soon, Cha Soyeon walks in.
“For the next two days, I’ll be taking care of you here. It’d be weird if a patient scheduled for surgery suddenly recovered, right? Once you leave here, you’ll be fine.”
She even thought of that.
“Don’t worry about the hospital—I’ve handled it. I also told the kids not to visit.”
She’s taken care of everything.
“But, Soyeon-ssi…”
“Yes?”
“Why are you wearing a nurse outfit?”
It’s the kind nurses wear in hospitals.
A nurse’s cap, a mini dress, and white stockings—less practical and more like a sexy costume.
“I’m taking care of a patient, so I’m a nurse, right? Does it look weird?”
“No, it looks great, but won’t it be uncomfortable for nursing?”
“As long as you like it, that’s all that matters. Don’t worry about me.”
She spins around, showing off her backside.
No matter what she wears, she shines.
“Here, say ‘ah~’”
“I can eat by myself. My right hand’s fine.”
“Why eat alone when someone’s here to feed you? Open up.”
At every meal, she sets a full table and feeds me.
Even though I can eat on my own, she refuses to let me hold the utensils.
The food is another issue.
A spread of nourishing dishes—celery, chives, asparagus, cabbage, oysters, octopus, eel—with walnuts, dark chocolate, and bananas for dessert.
When she’s not around, I look it up: all aphrodisiacs.
“Soyeon-ssi, is this… what patients usually eat?”
“It’s all good for you, so eat up. You’ll need your strength for what’s ahead. Your arm’s the only thing hurt, right? So build up your stamina.”
She cuts a bite-sized piece and brings it to my mouth.
How can I refuse when she puts it like that?
“Take it off.”
“I washed up. It’s just two days—I can skip a shower.”
“I’m holding back from stripping you and washing you in the bathroom. What’s so embarrassing about taking off your shirt? I’m going to see it all anyway.”
She undoes the buttons one by one.
A steaming towel sits nearby.
“Hmm, you’ve got a nice body. I wonder how good it’d feel if I pressed here… Just looking at you gets me excited.”
“If you’re going to wipe me, hurry up.”
“Tch, what kind of man doesn’t play along? Would it kill you to say, ‘I want to devour Soyeon-ssi too’?”
She meticulously wipes my neck, chest, and back.
Her breathing grows rough, but I try to ignore it.
‘This day is so long…’
Only one day has passed, and I’m already exhausted.