NOVEL WEB Chapter 5 - Primal Instinct
Chapter 5 – Primal Instinct
Let’s talk for a moment. Where is the definition of a real man?
You’re not a real man just because you beat up women.
And you’re not a real man just because you walk around with unwashed hair wearing only a white t-shirt.
What matters is whether you can achieve what you want by yourself.
Using your own abilities.
Even if that means seducing a woman,
you can’t say it’s not manly.
So since I’ve already become smaller,
it’s okay to act cute like this.
Sitting in a chair about two steps away from Leona, facing each other.
Looking straight into her eyes, I spoke with a smile on my lips.
I must not be afraid.
‘Hey, noona.’
When I spoke in a sweet voice, Leona glanced at my face, but
I could clearly see her eyes automatically dropping to my crotch.
She’s openly staring at it.
It’s certainly embarrassing. The only clothing I’m wearing is thin leather.
But according to the definition we just established,
not turning away from adversity and facing it steadfastly
is what makes a real man.
It’s not like I’m selling my body. Because I’m a man.
‘If you just listen to that, you can have me.’
I’ve cast the bait.
With a smile as the lure.
But our master is even crazier than I thought.
You can tell from what we’ve discussed so far. In terms of being old-fashioned.
She might suddenly lecture me for an hour with something like ‘Hey! How dare a man behave so frivolously!’
So to keep this person quiet,
I have to keep giving.
Stimulation.
While sitting in the chair, I slightly revealed my bare thigh,
and the master’s eyes, which had been looking at my crotch, rolled down to the side.
This is fun. I’m really enjoying this.
Just before Leona opened her mouth,
I lifted my left leg and crossed it over my right thigh.
I could see her swallowing hard right in front of me.
I thought about taking off my top completely and showing just my underwear,
but in this neighborhood, showing your bare skin to others means you’ve crossed the line by far.
If I got pounced on right then, I’d have nothing to say in my defense.
So I unbuttoned the top button of my clothes to reveal my neckline.
Deliberately looking out the window, pretending to be hot.
I turned my gaze away, giving Leona time to look me over as she pleased.
Then I could feel her looking at me as if dissecting me, with eyes that cut like a knife.
A gaze that thinly pricked from my neck to my toes.
It’s chilling yet thrilling.
I think I understand why girls in my past life walked around in revealing clothes.
If this is the reaction to showing just a little leather underwear and collarbone.
The moment Leona’s gaze changed from greed to desire
Just as she was about to stand up and pounce on me
I extended my leg between her thighs.
I made her sit back down when she was trying to get up.
‘…’
Leona looked at my outstretched leg
She remained silent and licked her lips once.
I wonder what she’s thinking.
She was about to pounce earlier, am I doing this right?
I thought I might have to quickly run away if she actually pounced on me.
‘You’re kind of cute today, aren’t you?’
‘So, do you dislike it?’
Leona looked down at my face and spat out with a crumpled expression.
I didn’t back down and spoke each word deliberately.
‘What’s the problem with me doing something nice for you, noona?’
I’ve never tried seduction before, so I’m not sure how to do it.
I suddenly thought that if I had a cigarette in my mouth right now, it would create an amazing decadent vibe.
Without even scanning the workbench, I don’t smoke since I was a high school student until last year.
What about our old-fashioned master? Doesn’t he seem like a heavy smoker?
Cigarettes don’t exist in this world yet.
But seeing this woman’s attitude
I really want to put a cigarette in my mouth, light it
And blow the smoke in her face.
I somewhat understand why people smoke.
It should be a reward for you. Damn it.
‘…I don’t like it.’
This is driving me crazy.
‘So. Are we not having sex? Fine with me. Let’s go to sleep.’
As the tension eased, I felt my focus blurring.
If she doesn’t want to, it’s easier for me.
I removed my leg and relaxed comfortably in the chair.
In the increasingly cold air of the attic workshop, I considered putting on an outer garment.
I’m sleepy.
‘There’s one thing you’re misunderstanding.’
‘What is it?’
‘Noona thinks about you a lot. Tremendously.’
…now that was kind of cute.
Is it because I’m sleepy?
She’s blunt but has this way of suddenly making my heart flutter.
If only she wouldn’t keep touching people, the words of a beautiful woman are worth listening to.
‘You think I’m a genius for nothing? I know everything. I know what you’re thinking.’
Damn. You know and still act like that?
‘I just hear you thinking, ‘I’ll just let her have her way once and live comfortably.’ I hear all those thoughts running through your head.’
Shit. I’ve been caught.
Among her hundred-plus talents, perceptiveness must be included.
Do you really have to read other people’s minds to feel satisfied?
‘Want me to guess one more thing?’
‘…What is it?’
The master spoke in a cold voice.
‘You. After standing me up, you’re planning to go out with Michaela… that little kid.’
While Leona was speaking,
she gritted her teeth when saying the name.
I can hear a grinding sound coming from someone’s mouth. Scary.
‘Right. Asking to go outside every day.’
‘No. It’s not like that between us.’
I only met Michaela once and had a meal at the restaurant next to her workplace, what is she talking about now?
‘I know everything. What were you trying to do behind my back? Go lick that girl’s pussy?’
She’s really going off the rails.
‘I’m not going to meet her. I just feel suffocated staying inside all day.’
That’s actually true.
Try spending all day doing housework in a home with no gas, electricity, water, TV, or computer switches.
It drives you crazy.
‘I told you I know everything? You can’t find anywhere else to fuck so you want to do it in the cathedral?’
Fuck.
Talking to a wall would be less frustrating than this.
‘Damn it, no. Why won’t you let me go outside? With all this beautiful scenery?’
Since it’s nighttime and I can’t see outside, I can’t describe it,
but Florence isn’t called the City of Flowers for nothing.
The bright red brick roofs everywhere, the blue sky,
the classical beauty of the cathedral and bell tower, the statues located throughout the city
were the only reason I felt happy after falling into this world.
However,
Whether you know my heart or not
Leona changed her expression to a fierce one.
Not like a kitten, but scary like a tigress.
“You’ll go out and hook up with some other woman again.”
“Hook up? I’m not some animal-“
“Shh.”
“Don’t ‘shh’ me, let’s talk about this! Can’t I even meet friends?”
I shouted, boiling with anger inside.
Damn it, stop hunting me down like a cat with a mouse.
You think I don’t know how to get angry and just take it every day? Huh?
But more than the fire burning inside me,
I was more afraid of the flame-like atmosphere
that Leona was radiating outwardly.
The intimidating aura emanating from the tall woman’s height, tall even by the standards of the original world.
Where had her playful expression from earlier gone?
Now she was grinding her fangs together and glaring fiercely.
The fear that one wrong word would get me swallowed whole.
There was an endless depth there, like looking at a monster.
“Um, uh, Master? Please calm down…”
Her silence was even more frightening.
“Michaela is just a friend. She’s a sculptor too. Come on.”
At the mention of the name, the atmosphere that had seemed to glow bright red
now blazed a deep blue.
Damn it, how does it make sense for her to be this jealous of a woman nearly a generation younger?
Her talent may be as vast as a whale’s belly, but her mind is as small as a fish’s gills.
Of course, that friend became a Vatican sculptor at the age of twenty, so it’s somewhat understandable.
I’m jealous too. I’m curious about how good her sculptures are.
But you’re already the court’s chief painter, chief architect, and engineer, and you’re still jealous? In two countries, no less.
And you’re jealous of someone younger than you? A woman, at that? Come on.
Ah. She’s a woman too.
Wondering what to say to appease this confident woman,
I carefully opened my mouth.
“We’re not even friends. We just met once while eating and exchanged greetings. How could I have anything going on with her?”
“…Something?”
Right. Now she doesn’t even understand what I’m saying.
Why, is the translation magic working but slang isn’t included?
“I’m not dating her. Damn. She’s someone I need to beg to learn from.”
“What? Dating?”
Our master, who never properly listens to others,
I jumped up from my chair after hearing just the first word.
With brute force, everything on the master’s workbench scattered.
Paints, pencils, pieces of black bread used as erasers, even the master’s idea notebook.
These were valuable items, but more importantly, Leona was wearing a demonic expression
as she rushed over in two quick steps and grabbed me by the collar.
‘Uh, what?’
Before I could even admire her athletic reflexes, I was making dumbfounded noises
when I felt Leona’s fingers wrapping around my neck one by one.
Leona stood straight, bent her waist,
placed both hands on my neck and squeezed hard.
I couldn’t breathe.
‘Kk… kkhh…’
‘Let me clear up one misunderstanding you have. I’m not interested in your body.’
‘L-let go. Let go and let’s talk…’
‘Why don’t you understand my feelings? Do I need to make a love confession like ancient knights? Embarrassing the whole neighborhood?’
‘No. No…’
As I felt pain like my vocal cords were being torn out,
any words just flowed from my mouth.
‘When did I ever tell you to obey and be humble like a real husband, or to be patient? Why do you always play hard to get?’
I roughly grabbed Leona’s wrists trying to remove them,
but with my labored breathing, my weakened fingers kept slipping.
‘Let me make one thing absolutely clear to you. If any other woman catches your eye…’
I won’t look. I’m not looking, so let go and speak.
“Then you’re dead. No, you’ll wish you were dead. I’ll throw you into a male brothel and let you die there. You’ll sell your body for life, and if you get sick, you’ll be thrown straight into the gutter. Do you know what happens to men’s bones when they get the French disease? The bones soften and twist, and if you look at their feet, they’re hideously full of holes. Want that to happen to you? No, that won’t work. Then you’d be passed around to other women. That can’t happen. Absolutely not. You can’t even touch another woman’s finger.”
Damn it, she made that whole speech and now she’s remembering it?
How much do men in this world hate becoming male prostitutes?
I summoned all my strength and struck her wrist.
I want to breathe.
Everything in front of me was shaking violently.
‘Now you’re fighting back? Keep resisting. If you don’t want to be a male prostitute, I’ll throw you into a wool factory. Sitting in the same place all day working, you’ll only be able to think about me. Even as your back bends and your feet twist, you’ll only think about me. Your head will be foggy, your chest will feel like bursting. And all you’ll have left is me. You know how the boys there live, right? You’ve been there on errands. If that’s what you want, say it. Now. Quickly. Say it!!!’
I’ve only seen the women, not the boys
I struggled, unable to breathe.
Damn it, how did I end up like this?
Everything’s flickering.
Leona. Her face.
Her bright red hair.
Ugh. Damn. My vision…
“Do you understand?”
“Heuuuuuugh!”
As my airway opened, I gasped for breath as if my lungs would burst.
I thought I was going to die.
“Huk. Huak. Heok. Eu. Keu. Keueoek.”
I thought I would be rolling on the floor in a daze.
But I was still in my master’s arms.
She was holding me in her arms like a baby.
My vision was still flickering black and white.
My fingertips were trembling.
Was my face pale blue, or was it about to burst bright red?
Without thinking, I reached out to push her away.
‘Get… get away.’
‘…Are you rejecting noona?’
Her words fell on my nape like a solemn declaration.
‘Again?’
My master didn’t wait for my answer.
‘For the second time?’
I swallowed hard.
The saliva stung as it went down my throat, past the painful bright red marks on my neck.
‘Tell me. Do you dislike noona that much?’
‘No. No! I like you! I like you! I like noona!’
Ah. How pathetic. My miserable self.
Here they call it Mondo Cane, a dog’s world.
Where did the definition of a real man go?
Though I don’t know how I can speak the language here.
As I was thinking about developing some translation principle to make a fortune when I return,
I heard my master’s words.
“Giocondo. I only have you, you know? All those so-called disciples just run away-“
“Yes, yes. I only have you too, Master.”
‘Then take it off. Now.’