As expected, messages were pouring out of the chat window like crazy. Thanks to that, my position was buried.

[Tyrant's Daughter 5]: Attention, parents who are obsessed with parenting! Let's meet at the Tower of Trials! 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

[Golden Ok-yeop 11]: Where is the place?

[Tyrant's Daughter 5]: The 89th floor. I'm here.

[Golden Ok-yeop 11]: Ugh; I'm on the 59th floor, so it's a bit tough; I'll try my best.

[Daughter Fool's Dad Fool]: Geum-ok, buy a soul pet and meet me so we can go together!

[Golden Ok-yeop 11]: Wow, unnie, let's take the bus!

[Daughter Fool's Dad Fool]: Okay. I'll drive the bus. But you're the driver! I'm on the 44th floor, so wait!

[Golden Ok-yeop 11]: Hahahahaha I got screwed!

[#1 Hunter's Daughter]: I can't go because I'm on the 189th floorㅠㅠ Have a good timeㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

[Constellation's Daughter]: If you go up 13 more floors, I'll use it.

[#1 Hunter's Daughter]: Oh my! Seongddal, your floor is really high! I'll buy a soul pet and go right away!

The parenting material occupants who only talked about blocking and never actually blocked were friendly with each other.

[Ciderpass381]: What floor is the breathing tube? My brother is going to catch you. Wait.

[Original Musae7]: Looking for a party member to go see the face of the official (2/10)

[Ciderpass381]: Chilmusae, I'll join.

[Original Musae7]: You're already included.

[Ciderpass381]: Okay

[HiddenStrengthGuanjong]: Here, on the 276th floor, come and see the dragon, okay?

[FFF-level physique]: 276th floor, ㄷㄷㄷ But Hyung-seo is still strong... ... .

There are still friends who keep bickering.

[Masoo Cook]: What floor is Jang-tal-hyung on?

[Genre Escape Applicant]: 15th floor... ... . It seems like it’ll be tough... ... .

[Masoo Cook]: Ah... ... . Hyung-seo is a modern-day possessed person, so he doesn’t have any combat abilities... ... . It’s amazing that he made it all the way there.

[Genre Escape Applicant]: Given the nature of the genre, his physical abilities are surprisingly good. Mayo, you’ll stay on the 101st floor, right?

[Masoo Cook]: Yeah. This is a mining area, so I’ll be mining ore until I buy Jang-byeon-kwon.

[Genre Escapee]: Yeah. I'll just eat here and go back to work. I have to earn money in reality... ... .

[Masoo Chef]: But fortunately, there's no genre departure penalty in the Tower of Trials, so I can eat kimchi and ramen. Eat a lot for me too, hyung.

[Genre Escapee]: Don't starve either.

There were also those who worried about each other's food sadly.

Meanwhile.

[Harem Construction Worker]: Seongdeok, aren't you going up the Tower of Trials?

[Successful Fanboy]: I have to break up with my lover. I'm not going.

[Harem Construction Worker]: Actually, me too, hahaha

[Successful Fanboy]: Right, hahaha

It seems like this is the closest group to me.

Well, why would you climb the Tower of Trials when you have a lovely husband and a comfortable bed?

‘I should enjoy my honeymoon!’

... ... But in fact, this was also a mental victory.

[‘Balance-Adjusting Critic’ says that you can’t go down from the top floor anyway, so you won’t meet anyone.]

[‘Trial Skyscraper Architect’ whines that you might as well be the boss of the 300th floor.]

That’s it. Sadly, I had no content to enjoy.

Ugh, I should do something.

I turned off the support system for the occultist and picked up my apron. I had to prepare to corrupt my sleeping man with lust, sloth, and then gluttony.

I was humming a tune as I was busy cooking.

“Hey.”

The half-ra’s Tesilid called me in a slightly sleepy voice. I smiled at the disheveled appearance that had just woken up.

The defenselessness that the always neat knight only shows to me.

“You can sleep more.”

“I’ve slept enough. I’ll help you prepare the meal.”

“I can do it, so Terry, you go wash up and come back.”

“We should do it together. You can wash up after the meal.”

“I can’t.”

I pretended to have a gentle tone.

“According to my perfect plan, we won’t be in the mood to do it after the meal. So now is the only time we can wash up.”

“......Ah.”

“Right? Do you think what I said is right?”

“Yeah. I think so.”

Tesilid, who had a serious expression on his face, went to wash up obediently.

It seemed that the bedding had been cleaned and organized. Great, my husband.

By the time the meal was ready, I was able to admire the wet handsome man. He came out after drying his silver hair that smelled of roses and sat down across from me at the table.

We each closed our eyes for a moment before grabbing our plates. Since ancient times, devout religious people never miss their pre-meal prayers.

‘Thank you, Unmen, for giving us our daily bread every day. Unmen.’

I scooped up a generous portion of clam chowder and placed it in front of him. His sea-blue eyes sparkled as he saw his favorite food.

“I’ll eat well.”

“Yes. Eat a lot, Terry.”

The table was filled with a meat-based menu. In addition to sirloin steak, there was roast pork leg with figs and roast chicken breast with lemon. I cut them into bite-size pieces and pushed them onto a plate for Tesilid.

“Isn’t that too much...?”

“You never know when your next meal will be.”

“Oh, I see.”

We naturally agreed based on our experiences.

[‘The Scales That Judge Souls’ laughs bitterly, saying that this is the conversation of newlyweds.]

[‘Creative Economy Manager’ is squeezing you and yet you’ve held on so well.]

[‘The Eyes That Watch Over the Chaos of All Creation’ glares at him, hoping that all his yang energy will be sucked out and his bones will touch.]

“Then.......”

Tesilid muttered softly and began to do the same thing as I did. He cut up a lot of meat on an empty plate and layered it on top of each other, handing it to me. It seemed to be three times the amount I had given him.

He said very seriously, begging me.

“Eat a lot and get stronger, kid.”

“.......”

That’s right. It wasn’t him who had to get stronger, it was me. The reason was... ... .

[‘Balance-Adjusting Tongue’ is very dissatisfied with the additional effect of the healing skill of attribution.]

[‘Inspector of the Secret Leakage’ realizes that there was something like that.]

[‘Balance-Adjusting Tongue’ objects, saying that this is an overbalance that can only be seen in a male protagonist of a romance novel.]

It was thanks to ‘Healing of Attribution’ that it showed a significant clinical effect on restoring the partner’s stamina.

The skill that Count Orsh intended to give to his fiance was learned by me and Tesilid, and we were using it well now.

[‘Libra that Judges Souls’ is delighted, saying that you and your wife have been promising each other a future since you were 10 years old.]

[‘The Eye that Watches Over the Chaos of All Creation’ is disappointed, saying that Bianca was the first to promise you a future, but how can love change?]

[‘Creative Economy Manager’ sighs after realizing that the Binguija Point Shop has been promoting the wrong recommended products to you.]

[‘Libra that Judges Souls’ is curious about what products you recommended to him.]

[‘Creative Economy Manager’ answers that it is a potion to increase the male protagonist’s power in romance novels.]

I was glad that I didn’t buy it because the product description was ambiguous.

“Did you finish eating?”

“Yeah. It was delicious.”

After eating our fill, we cleaned up the kitchen and table together. When I did the dishes, he wiped the water off the dishes and stacked them neatly.

While we were doing housework together, we chatted, laughed, and joked around.

“There’s foam on your nose, kid.”

“Really? I don’t feel anything.”

“I’ll wipe it off. Just stay still.”

“Yeah, thank you.......”

He rubbed the tip of his nose against mine.

“That’s enough.”

A face that pretends not to care after seducing.

“That’s enough.”

I should rub his cheek.

We played around for a while, not hiding our unbearable love.

Later, we took turns kissing each other on the cheek, but the timing was off and our lips met.

“Ah.”

“Hmm.”

That was the beginning. Newlyweds are usually a time when even a small spark can ignite a fire.

“Ai.......”

“Yeah, Terry.......”

I placed both hands on the edge of the table behind me and kissed him deeply. While I was catching his breath with my mouth, my body gradually leaned back.

My center of gravity became unstable. I instinctively put my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. I completely relied on him for my body’s balance.

He briefly parted our lips and showed his excitement with a slightly disheveled expression.

“I like this.”

I didn’t need to ask what it was. He raised one hand and slowly and warmly stroked my arm that was hanging on to him.

“It feels like I’m the only one in the world.”

“Then it’s only you. Of course.”

It was when he hugged me tighter as if he was trying to show off.

“......Ha.”

My body was laid flat on the table as soon as a ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) sigh-like moan rang in my ears. He trapped me between his arms and swallowed my lips eagerly. He was the same, acting as if I was the only one in the world.

It was when I could clearly feel his rib cage rising and falling repeatedly through our close bodies. He carefully opened his mouth, excited with excitement.

“Child. If it’s okay, here.......”

Yeah. Okay. Your heart is my heart.

But just as I was about to enjoy the thrill.

[‘Trial Skyscraper Architect’ shouts that something big has happened!]

“Hic!”

I let out a loud noise at the sudden message.

I was so surprised because the gods had been maintaining manner mode all this time.

My reaction seemed to have caused a misunderstanding. Tesilid looked downcast right in front of me.

“Sorry. I was too hasty just now.......”

“Huh? Oh, oh, no! That’s not it, Terry!”

“I won’t do it again. Forget it.”

“Oh, even if it’s a misunderstanding! I was just surprised because the god suddenly gave me a revelation!”

“......Really?”

“Really!”

Fortunately, Tesilid's misunderstanding was resolved, but the situation was not good for continuing what he was doing.

[The 'Architect of the Skyscraper of Trials' panics and presses the emergency button repeatedly to summon the gods.]

[The 'Eye that Watches the Chaos of All Things' confirms the situation and opens his eyes wide.]

[The 'Cynic who Adjusts Balance' is shocked and cannot say anything.]

['The ‘World-Building Word Spirit’ grabs his head and screams silently.]

[The ‘Creative Economy Manager’ gapes, saying that the Development Headquarters has suffered a major accident.]

[The ‘Soul-Judging Scale’ grabs the ‘World-Building Word Spirit’ by the collar and shakes him, telling him to quickly hold an emergency meeting.]

“Terry, just a moment! Just a moment.”

“Oh, yeah.”

He straightened his awkward posture and stepped back.

“What the hell is going on?”

The gods of the Bing Management Bureau seemed to be out of their minds, as if they were in a situation of unprecedented difficulty.

I was also tired of waiting for an answer.

“Maybe?”

For some reason, I opened the Bing Community chat window, guided by an inexplicable intuition. My judgment was correct.

[Tyrant’s Daughter 5]: Crazy; Why aren’t you leaving the Tower of Trials?!