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Chapter 147: Chapter 147 – It’ll Be Better for Runo

(Damn... Shit... Hmm?... What the? Where am I? We were in the cafeteria...)

Sohen slowly came to his senses.

His head felt heavy, as if he had a terrible hangover, and there was an unpleasant aftertaste in his mouth.

(It feels just like the morning after Phoebe’s birthday...)

He tried to move and felt his body respond with difficulty.

He slowly opened his eyes.

(Phew... Hmm?)

He was lying on a large double bed with a soft mattress and white sheets.

The room was spacious and cozy, in a classic hotel style.

The walls were covered with light-colored wallpaper featuring a subtle pattern, and the floor was covered with a striped rug in shades of brown and beige.

A large window with heavy golden-brown curtains and white sheers took up almost the entire wall; beyond it, it was already getting dark — it was nighttime outside.

In the center of the room stood a large TV on a stand, next to it a desk with a chair.

To the left of the bed was a nightstand with a lamp; to the right, a soft brown sofa and a coffee table.

A round ceiling lamp was glowing, casting a warm, subdued light.

The air was fresh, but had a faint scent of hotel toiletries and air conditioning.

Overall, everything looked expensive and standard, but... something wasn’t right.

(Where am I? This definitely isn’t a cafeteria... A hotel room, maybe?... And what the hell is this?)

He tried to raise his arms... and couldn’t.

Both of his arms were shackled with pink metal handcuffs to the headboard.

(What the hell?)

The handcuffs were soft on the inside so as not to injure the skin, but sturdy.

They were connected by a short chain that prevented him from raising his arms above chest level.

His arms were spread apart and raised slightly above his head, forcing his body into a half-stretched, defenseless position.

His legs were free, but because of the way his arms were restrained, he couldn’t sit up or roll over properly.

Any movement caused the chain to rattle softly.

Sohen froze for a moment, then jerked suddenly.

The chain rattled, but the handcuffs didn’t budge.

He was... firmly secured.

(What the...?)

Sohen was fully clothed, but his body position left him extremely vulnerable.

The pink handcuffs glistened in the soft light of the ceiling lamp, looking almost... playful.

He tried to pull himself up, but the chain was too short.

His arms were spread about shoulder-width apart, his wrists tightly encircled by soft cuffs.

Any movement caused a slight friction of metal against skin.

He couldn’t raise his arms any higher, couldn’t bring them together, and couldn’t sit up properly.

(What the hell is going on? Why are my hands restrained, and... what’s the point of all this? By the way, where’s Miss Olivia?)

Sohen lay there, trying to breathe calmly as he struggled to make sense of what was happening.

His head was spinning, and his thoughts were jumbled.

He slowly began to recall everything that had happened over the past few hours.

(The cafeteria... Tea... The conversation with Olivia... Her anger and her words about Runo... My response... Then dizziness and... darkness. What the hell? What the fucking hell...)

Sohen began to recall how the dizziness had come on suddenly, how the room had started to spin before his eyes, how he’d tried to stand up but couldn’t do it properly, and a moment later... total darkness.

The young man didn’t know how much time had passed since he’d... lost consciousness, but now he was here.

He was in an unfamiliar place, handcuffed to the bed with pink handcuffs.

(How... embarrassing. To be handcuffed in an unknown place, and with pink handcuffs, no less... If anyone finds out about this, it’ll be ten times worse than my intimate relationships with family members... probably.)

Suddenly, the door it seemed to be the bathroom door, clicked quietly and opened.

- (Me). "???"

A seductive woman in a nun’s habit entered the room — Sister Olivia.

- (Sister Olivia). "Oh? You’re awake already, Sohen? I thought you’d be in the Land of Dreams for a little while longer."

- (Me). "..."

Olivia looked calm and even peaceful.

Her long gray hair fell loosely over her shoulders, and her black habit clung tightly to her voluptuous body with its enormous breasts.

A calm, almost tender smile played on her face.

She took a few steps and stopped next to the bed, looking at the chained Sohen.

The loser on the bed had a serious, cold expression on his face; he asked quietly but firmly:

- (Me). "How am I supposed to understand that, Miss Olivia?"

(Loser?...)

- (Sister Olivia). "..."

Olivia simply looked at him for a few seconds, then said softly:

- (Sister Olivia). "I’m sorry, Sohen... I’m sorry you woke up in such an... awkward situation, but don’t worry. Get as comfortable as you can and relax. Next, you’ll be greeted by..."

- (Me). "Damn it!..."

Sohen cut her off with a sharp, dissatisfied voice:

- (Me). "Where am I? Why am I here?"

Olivia replied calmly:

- (Sister Olivia). "We’re not far from the cafeteria. On the 14th floor of the hotel. This room belongs to one of our parishioners... another close friend of mine, and the reason you’re here... is the will of Mother God."

- (Me). "What?"

After Sister Olivia’s words about "the will of the Mother of God," silence fell over the room for a moment.

Sohen lay there, still immobilized, still unable to comprehend what was happening.

He had expected everything from threats to even physical violence but what happened next completely threw him off balance.

(What the...)

Olivia stood next to the bed.

For some reason, her face slowly began to flush.

She lowered her gaze, avoiding eye contact with Sohen, and her hands trembled almost imperceptibly.

Then, nervously and hesitantly, she began... to undress.

- (Me). "???"

(What...)

First, she took off the top part of her black nun’s habit.

Her movements were restrained, almost shy... her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the buttons.

The fabric slid off her shoulders, revealing a white undershirt that clung tightly to her voluptuous body.

Sohen felt his breath catch in his throat.

(Damn...)

Olivia continued.

She slowly slipped off her lower garments, leaving herself in black lingerie.

The lingerie was simple but very alluring.

She was wearing a classic set: a bra that firmly supported her enormous H-cup breasts, and panties that hugged her wide, feminine hips.

The fabric was soft and matte, with thin white trim.

Olivia’s breasts looked stunning — heavy, rounded, with a deep cleavage accentuated by her gold cross on a chain.

Her long gray hair fell onto her shoulders, partially covering her skin.

The only thing left on her body besides her modest black underwear was her nun’s headdress— a white apostolic veil which made the contrast even more striking.

- (Me). "..."

Sohen couldn’t believe what his eyes were seeing.

- (Me). "What... are you doing?!"

Olivia, her face still flushed with embarrassment and her gaze avoiding his eyes, stood next to the bed for several long seconds.

Then, as if gathering her strength and making up her mind, she replied quietly:

- (Sister Olivia). "It’ll be better for everyone... especially for Runo."

- (Me). "???"

She slowly moved closer to the bed.

Her movements were cautious and restrained.

Her breasts swayed with every step, and her hips moved gently beneath the thin fabric.

She stopped right at the edge of the bed, looking at the restrained Sohen, her face still flushed.

- (Sister Olivia). "I’m sorry, Sohen... It is all the will of the Mother Goddess."

- (Me). "What?!..."

What had just happened seemed almost like something out of a fantasy story to Sohen, but it was all very real.

The only man in the Namju family had once again found himself caught up in yet another adventure, one that would significantly alter certain events in the future and, much to Sohen’s regret... there would be many more like it to come.