Sweet Green Home 2

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[Life Simulation System: No Fear Scenario Activated – Alternate Outcome Generating…]

[Trigger Event: A gun was aimed at you. In reality, you hesitated.]

[Simulated Outcome: As the bastard son of the author, you have a certain level of dignity. Hesitation would bring shame to his mighty name. Goal: You do not hesitate. You attack. Outcome will now be generated…]

The cold barrel of the pistol gleamed under the streetlights, aimed directly at him.

A second ago, Sae-Joon had frozen. But not in this simulation.

That familiar sensation hit him, like stepping into another world.

It was the same feeling he had the first time he used this ability.

His muscles coiled, his heartbeat pounded, and instead of standing still, he moved.

Mrs. Hwan Ji-won, still drunk, looked even more tempting, but before he could even process the thought—

"Ahh! Honey, you're being too rough~."

The tall thug yanked her closer and, in frustration, shoved her onto the road.

"Damn it, kid! Are you underestimating us?!"

"..."

"Hey, what the hell! Brother Jae, why is this bastard still coming at us? Does he have a death wish?"

"..."

"Do you even know who we work for?!"

Sae-Joon scoffed, eyes narrowing.

"I know the entire plot. Why the fuck are you acting like you're important, you damn extras?"

With that—

BAM!

Sae-Joon's fist drilled into the thug's gut, sinking in like a steel hammer breaking through flesh.

The man's breath was ripped from his lungs as his feet lifted off the ground for a second.

His body folded, collapsing to his knees, vomiting whatever air was left inside him.

But Sae-Joon wasn't done.

With a smooth, cat-like reaction, he turned to the bald thug, Kim Jae, who was still raising the pistol.

"Dare to cockblock me? Meet your gods, bastard."

Kim Jae pulled the trigger.

Click.

"..."

Nothing.

Click.

Click.

Still nothing.

A flicker of panic crossed his face. He pulled it again.

Click.

"Big talk, and you can't even afford bullets?"

Sae-Joon saw it in his eyes, the exact moment fear set in.

"Why the hell didn't you load it?!"

Kim Jae screamed.

The tall thug coughed, still hunched over.

"I thought you did!"

But Sae-Joon was already moving.

CRACK!

His right fist smashed into Kim Jae's face, bending his nose sideways.

Blood splattered across the pavement as the thug's head snapped back.

A scream never left his throat, Sae-Joon's knee drove into his ribs next, sending him flying into a parked car.

The tall thug tried to crawl away.

Sae-Joon grabbed him by the collar and slammed his face into the pavement.

Again.

And again.

Each impact sent a sickening, wet sound through the air. The pavement beneath them darkened with blood.

By the time Sae-Joon stopped, the two thugs were barely conscious, their faces swollen and unrecognizable.

They weren't even men anymore.

Just bodies.

Mrs. Hwan Ji-won could only stare.

"Mom! Thank god nothing happened to you! I was so scared!"

Jisoo, the timid boy, cried as he rushed to support her.

[Simulation Complete.]

> Outcome: Overwhelming victory. Enemies neutralized.

> Influence on Mrs. Hwan Ji-won detected. Growing attraction.

[Reward: Skill – Might of the Wildcat (Lv. 1)]

[Host won the will of a mighty ancient predator. Reaction speed and evasion sense increased tenfold.]

Would you like to return to reality?

[Yes] [No]

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Ten minutes later.

"Dare to cockblock me? Meet your gods, bastard."

The bald thug screamed just like he did in the simulation. If anything had changed, it was the fact that this time, Sae-Joon was even more aggressive.

Smack!

"Pfft… puny kid."

Smack!

"You don't know who's behind me!"

Smack!

"Pfft…"

Blood and Gore.

The reason for the change was his newly acquired skill—Might of the Wildcat.

The name might have sounded strange, but the skill was real.

Reflexes like a cat. Reaction speed like a cat. Every time the thugs tried to counterattack, he avoided them effortlessly.

"Jisoo, let's go inside. Your mother isn't in the right condition."

It didn't take long—the fight was over. The thugs, half-unconscious, scattered into the shadows.

Another thing that was different from the simulation?

The eyes of the woman.

"Honey~ you're so strong…"

'Honey~ there's an itch between my thighs… can you shoo it away with a kiss~?'b

This sultry Ji-Won, when Jisoo approached her, refused any support. Instead, she took a step forward—toward Sae-Joon.

And then, she collapsed into his arms.

Her soft body pressed against him, her breath warm against his neck.

She clung to him, fingers gripping his shirt as if he were her last lifeline.

"Husband~ So strong… so reliable… no wonder I feel safe in your arms~"

Sae-Joon stiffened. He could feel the heat of her body, and unlike him, his cock was rock hard as those two heavy mounds sought his support.

"Jisoo, help Ahjumma, otherwise..."

Jisoo, oblivious, clapped his hands.

"Ah! It must be because Mom thinks I might get hurt! That's why she's leaning on you, Hyung! Hyung is strong, after all!"

Sae-Joon exhaled sharply, peeling her off him.

"Ahjumma, you're too drunk. Let's go inside before you fall for real."

But Ji-Won only giggled, her nails lightly tracing over his chest.

"Mmm… but falling into your arms doesn't sound so bad, honey~"

This woman…

Sae-Joon clicked his tongue.

It seemed like this night wasn't over yet.

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Sae-Joon kept his arm wrapped firmly around Ji-Won's waist, guiding her through the doorway as Jisoo walked ahead, bouncing with every step.

But the little brat suddenly turned around, his brows furrowed.

"Hyung, you can even hold my mom with one hand! Are you really that strong?"

"...Isn't that natural?"

"But whenever Mom gets drunk, Dad asks for my help. Guess he's weak compared to you, Hyung. You're awesome!"

"..."

Sae-Joon clicked his tongue.

There's something seriously wrong with this brat.

I'm literally groping his mother, my fingers sinking into her soft waist, and he's cheering me on?

The door shut behind them.

The house was modest but cozy, bathed in the dim glow of LED lights. The ceiling fan spun lazily, a custom PFP design swirling in its center. A small kitchen sat tucked in the corner, a library room just beyond.

And then...

A staircase leading up to the first floor, creaking slightly as Jisoo skipped ahead.

Meanwhile, Ji-Won pressed closer, her full weight shifting onto Sae-Joon, her body melting against his.

"Mmm… Honey, Jisoo sleeps early. How about we have a little romantic talk afterward? It's been weeks, honey~"

She purred, her lips dangerously close to his ear, her breath hot and laced with alcohol.

Sae-Joon clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the way her fingers slipped lower—grabbing something that definitely wasn't meant for support.

His body reacted instantly.

Damn it.

"Ahjumma, keep your hands to yourself."

His words came out gruff, but his cock was only growing harder, throbbing against the tight fabric of his jeans.

Ji-Won giggled, shamelessly rubbing against him, her body moving like a cat in heat.

Ahead, Jisoo was already at the top of the stairs, peering down at them.

"Hyung! Hurry up! Mom needs to rest!"

Sae-Joon inhaled sharply, forcing his body to move. Each step was a battle, Ji-Won's hand squeezing and teasing, her breathy little moans sending warning bells through his head.

Finally, they reached her bedroom.

He pushed the door open, half-dragging her inside before dropping her onto the bed.

Ji-Won sprawled out, her dress hitching up, exposing smooth, bare thighs that glowed under the soft light.

She gazed up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

"Honey~ don't go just yet~"

"Ahjumma, I'm not leaving. Don't worry."

Before she could reach for him again, Sae-Joon turned on his heel, striding toward Jisoo.

"Go to the medical store and get some hangover pills for your mom."

Jisoo blinked. "Now? But Hyung dad said it's okay to be drunk—"

Yeah, and that's why he's a cuck, Sae-Joon thought dryly.

"Jisoo, you also need to buy some painkillers. Didn't you see aunt fall on the floor?"

Jisoo's eyes widened, his lips trembling.

"Oh... um... Hyung, does that mean Mom is hurt?"

"Yes. I think she twisted her ankle. Might as well grab some ointment, too."

Jisoo's eyes turned glassy, then he nodded, bolting out the door without a second thought.

The moment the door shut behind him, Sae-Joon exhaled deeply, running a hand through his hair.

He turned back to the bed.

Ji-Won was still watching him, her sultry gaze dripping with invitation.

Sae-Joon smirked, stepping closer.

"Jisoo, don't worry,"

"I'll take care of your mother."

And also take care of my damn cock.

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( End Of This Chapter)