The silver-haired woman slowly walked toward Rain, her movements deliberate and elegant—like a proper high-class lady. The paper dolls drifted and played around her.
As she came closer—
[ Another species of the opposite sex with unparalleled beauty below the Empress of Domination detected. Appraising… ]
Rain thought with a blank face, '…Are you saying you're more beautiful than her? With that?'
[Name: Sarah Sacred]
[Race:Artikyn]
[True Core:Origami of Purity, Origami of Malice]
[Originality: Sacred Paper Dolls]
Rain read her name, then murmured it under his breath.
"Sarah… Sacred…"
A grin slowly formed on his face, turning into confidence.
'Now there's no doubt about it.'
"Hmm… two cores… expected," he murmured, amused.
Then his eyes moved again.
"Sacred Paper Dolls…"
'That's new… I never knew about her originality in the game.'
"Originality"—the beginning, or more precisely, the "origin." The root of any species—where they came from, how they evolved into what they are now. The starting point from where their core truly began to form. Like humans—their origin could be traced back to primitive creatures, yet their core took shape from Homo sapiens.
Originality decided many factors of any individual—powers within their race, uniqueness in appearance, even nature… sometimes all at once.
By understanding someone's originality, one could identify both their strengths and weaknesses.
It was extremely valuable information.
Even back in the game, there was no direct way to find a character's originality. The only method was guessing through vague hints, step by step—
And even then, reaching the exact truth was nearly impossible.
Sarah kept coming closer, her smile unchanged.
It didn't feel right.
Not at all.
Just as Rain finished reading, another message appeared—
[ Transferring further information about originality… ]
Suddenly—
Pain struck hard.
Rain's head throbbed violently as information forcefully flooded his mind.
"—!"
He clutched his head, teeth gritting as the surge overwhelmed him.
Knowledge poured in endlessly.
Sacred Paper Dolls— Entities created to ward off evil. Yet, in the process, they were tainted by that very malice, causing an abnormal duality in their true nature.
Made from sacred paper—not ordinary material—they weren't weak to water or fire like normal paper. Instead, while powerful against darkness…
They were also weak against light, a contradiction— a dual existence.
[Hubby! Are you okay?] the message appeared with a worried expression.
Rain slowly lowered his hand, regaining his balance.
"I'm fine," he murmured.
'…Yeah, totally fine… it hurts like hell.'
He had never felt a headache like this before—not even during his most intense study sessions.
But still—
His lips curled slightly.
'…Worth it.'
Before he could process everything completely—
Sarah was already standing right in front of him.
She spoke with a gentle smile, her voice calm and polite—
Yet something about it felt wrong from the very start.
"Shall we talk somewhere?"
---
Rain and Sarah were sitting in a café. Her paper dolls were moving around on the floor, playing freely. Surprisingly, there were no customers, no staff—not even anyone outside the shop.
Which wasn't surprising for Rain.
He quietly sipped his orange juice, sitting across from Sarah as if this entire suspicious situation was exactly what he had expected.
Sarah kept staring at him, a smile resting on her face, her beautiful eyes fixed on him, while Rain calmly enjoyed his juice made from fresh oranges.
She finally spoke, breaking the calm yet awkward silence.
"Now that I think about it… you look even cuter when you're drinking, but…"
She leaned closer, closing the distance between their faces. Her smile widened, her eyes growing more intense.
"You look way cuter the closer I get."
Rain didn't react, not even a little.
He simply continued sipping his juice, as if none of it interested him.
But it wasn't actually the case. He wasn't ignoring her—he was interested, quite interested… just not in the way she expected.
His gaze drifted. Not toward her beautiful face—but lower.
Toward her well-shaped, full breasts pressed behind those revealing clothes. Just a slight shift, a little more, and then—
He took a glance, curiosity flickering in his eyes.
'Those are bigger than I thought…'
Sarah's hand "rested on his, closing the distance.
But instead of getting flustered or blushing, Rain remained completely calm.
"Just get to the point."
She leaned back slightly, surprise flashing for a moment before turning into amusement.
"Oh? I never thought a boy with that face could be this keen."
[No one worthy of praising my hubby except me!] A message with angered expression.
Rain twitched for a second—but held himself together.
'That face… hm!? No. Don't. Just don't. Trivial matters.'
A smile rested on his face.
It wasn't warm, nor kind—it carried irritation, sharpness, and a tightly controlled edge.
He quietly finished his juice.
Sarah let out a breath. Her smile didn't change—but her gaze did. It grew colder, sharper, something dangerous settling deep within her eyes.
"Just hand over that bottle of liquor to me."
Rain's faint smile shifted, a trace of amusement slipping in.
'So you finally started showing your true colors.'
"And why would I?" he replied, tone light—but not friendly.
"You don't even know its worth. Just hand it over." Her voice dipped, carrying that same malice as before.
Rain took out the flask containing the liquor of purification and casually tossed it into the air—
Caught it. Then again.
He played with it lightly, almost carelessly, a faint mocking intent behind the motion.
As if it wasn't worth even a second of concern.
But that wasn't true—he had no intention of giving it away for free.
"I don't know its worth… hmm?"
A grin spread across his face, slow and deliberate.
"Then that's even more reason for me to not give it away like this."
His eyes locked onto hers—sharp and knowing.
"How much will you pay?"
'After all, I have no intention of giving it for free to anyone… even if I don't know its use or real value.'
Sarah said, her smile still there but her tone turning slightly colder, "Looks like you misunderstood me. I'm not asking you—I'm telling you. And as for payment… I'm not giving you a single penny."
Rain thought, faint amusement surfacing.
'She's the same as always.'
He replied with a faint grin, one that clearly carried disdain, "I never expected such behavior from someone from a noble family like you… Sarah Sacred."
"Oh? So you know about me. That makes things easier," she said, her smile widening—but it wasn't beautiful, it was something far more sinister.
"You may not realize it yet, but you can't leave this place without my permission. And you don't even know what I'm capable of."
Rain's amusement only deepened.
'I don't know about my situation… and about you? What a joke!.'
'You cleared this place using your personal guards the moment something caught your attention… and apparently, that was the liquor in my pocket.'
'I knew it the moment you invited me. Even now, your bodyguard is standing outside the door, making sure no one gets close.'
'In this entire game… no one knows you better than I do.'
'You two-faced bitch!.'
Sarah Sacred—an S-ranked, legendary-tier character from OG. A high noble. With a saintess-like persona in public… and something far worse in private. When something caught her interest, she would take it—no matter the method. Her originality as Sacred Paper Dolls, infected by malice, twisted that once pure nature into something dangerously abnormal.
Rain's grin widened slightly.
"Are you threatening me?"
Her eyes sharpened, all traces of gentleness gone.
"Who can say? But what if I am… what can you even do?"
'You really love abusing your power, don't you?'
Rain leaned back casually, still smiling. "Pay me, and I might even give you two more bottles I have at home."
She paused for a moment, then scoffed softly. "How naive of you. What makes you think I can't just take it by force?"
Rain's gaze locked onto hers, his grin turning sharper.
'Naive… huh? You'll see soon.'
She stood up and walked closer, closing the distance between them. Her fingers gently touched his lips, her smile turning devious.
"Or… you could become my personal slave. With that cute face of yours, you'd make a very good dog."
For a split second—
Something snapped.
Rain's expression twitched, irritation and anger flashing across his face as a vein slightly bulged.
'Again… that word… now you've done it.'
[Hubby! Someone dared to cross the line with the future Domination Lord]
[Urgent Mission – Establish dominance over Sarah Sacred, take the lead and sexually satisfy her]
[Time – 30 minutes]
[Reward – 100 Points and +1 to all stats except physical ones]
[Penalty – Death]
Rain stared at the screen for a moment, his expression slowly shifting.
'…Again with the blackmailing.'
A grin spread across his face—dark, amused.
'Not like I mind…'
'Considering the timing… and the rewards…'
Rain grabbed Sarah's hand and pushed her down onto the table as he stood up from his seat.
In one swift motion, he pulled at her top, loosening it before stripping it away, revealing a white lace bra with delicate floral patterns clinging to her fair skin, barely containing her well-rounded, large, sexy boobs beneath that seductive fabric.
Her face flushed instantly, embarrassment and anger mixing together.
"Let go of me!"
[That's my hubby! Show her what happens to those who try to be smart with my dear hubbie!] Message with an expression full of energy, as if cheering loudly.
Rain's expression turned flat for a moment.
'…Really? You get jealous when someone praises me, but you have no problem with this?'
He let out a deep breath.
"Whatever."
His gaze fell back onto Sarah, a slow, dangerous grin forming on his face.
'Now I'll show you… who the real dog is.'