The Hero's Streaming Life with the Saintess-Chapter 40: A Gumiho in the Saint’s Disguise…?

Lyla and Geum Hyejeong were out walking under the cool night air, bags of snacks in hand.

“Sweetie, how about we stop for a coffee before heading back?”

“I’d love to!”

When they pushed open the café door, every head inside turned to look at them.

Even during the holidays, nobody really wore hanbok these days.

But thanks to Lyla’s exotic looks, people just assumed, "Oh, she’s probably a foreigner doing the cultural thing," and moved on.

“Lyla.”

Geum Hyejeong usually called her “daughter,” but once in a while, she used her name.

And Lyla, knowing exactly what that meant, instantly stiffened.

“Hehe, no need to be so tense. I’m just curious about something.”

“About... what?”

Geum Hyejeong took a sip of her Americano, locking eyes with her.

“Do you... love my son?”

“...!”

Lyla’s pupils quivered. She couldn’t meet her eyes.

Her gaze dropped, her face turned red.

But soon, her eyes grew clear and focused. She looked straight back at Geum Hyejeong and said—

“Yes. I love the Hero.”

“Pfff—why are you so cute?”

“If, um... if you’re against it, Mother, I’ll—!”

Geum Hyejeong gently reached across the table and took Lyla’s hand in hers, smiling warmly as she shook her head.

“No, sweetie. That’s not it. I just thought... maybe it’s time I gave my daughter some advice on love.”

“A-Advice...?”

“Yup.”

“W-Wait... is it that obvious?”

Lyla flailed slightly, covering her flushed ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) cheeks with both hands.

Hyejeong looked at her with such soft fondness, you’d think she was her real mom.

“Before I became someone’s mother, I was a woman too, you know.”

“...”

“I gave up everything—my home, my past, a whole country I can’t go back to—for the man I loved. And you think I wouldn’t notice something like this?”

At those words, Lyla’s brows twisted into a helpless little 八-shape.

She pouted like a scolded kid and started grumbling.

“Mother! But the Hero... he doesn’t get any of it!”

“All the men in this family are like that.”

“Ugh...!”

“But what can you do, honey? If you love him, you put up with it.”

Lyla fiddled with her fingers, trying to say something but totally lost for words.

Then Hyejeong’s expression sharpened. She squeezed Lyla’s hand tight.

“Lyla. Go all in. No hesitation.”

“Y-Yes...?!”

And just like that, Geum Hyejeong launched into the story of how she chased down her man from courtship to marriage.

Lyla sat there, ears perked, hanging onto every word.

“My son takes after his dad in all the worst ways when it comes to romance...”

“I see...”

“You know, I think I’d really like a grandkid who looked like you.”

“W-Would that be... okay?”

“My dream is to go shopping at the department store with my grandkids before I get too old to walk.”

“I-I’ll do my best!!!”

Hyejeong finished the rest of her coffee and stood up from her seat.

****

“Well then, we’ll head back first...”

“Okay. Be safe, you two.”

Thanks to the grownups’ consideration, Song Hun and Lyla left early.

And Lyla... was extra clingy on the way home.

“Ugh... mana detox...”

“H-Hero!”

“Hmm?”

“How about you just wash up real quick and get a good night’s sleep!?”

“...Yeah, maybe I should.”

They arrived home. Song Hun barely washed his face, tossed on sleepwear, and passed out in bed.

Lyla waited just long enough to hear his soft snores through the door... and dashed into the bathroom.

‘Every. Inch...’

She started a very thorough shower.

Body wash, feminine cleanser, exfoliating scrub—the works.

After drying off, she rubbed in body oil and spritzed herself with a soft, flowery perfume.

‘What should I wear...?’

In front of the full-length mirror, she held up outfit after outfit to her body.

‘No, this one’s way too pervy, he might think I’m some kind of freak...’

She hesitated.

Then remembered something—before the stream, when she wore hanbok...

The way the Hero couldn’t take his eyes off her.

‘That’s it. It’s our (maybe) first night as a couple...! I’ll go full blushing bride!’

She carefully re-ironed the hanbok, added a light touch of perfume to the fabric, and loosened the front just slightly.

‘Mother did give me her blessing... This is my chance...!’

She did.

Granted, Geum Hyejeong probably didn’t expect Lyla to move this fast...

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‘He’s just drunk enough... if I give him a soft detox with mana, then... he’ll wake up, see me in this outfit, and—he’ll pull me into his arms, all rough and passionate and—hnn!’

Just imagining it sent her heart racing and her cheeks blazing red.

‘C-Calm down... deep breaths...’

—Knock knock...

“Hero... are you asle—eyowch!?”

She was so nervous she bit her own tongue.

Still, when she leaned in, she could clearly hear Song Hun’s gentle snoring.

—Creeeak...

“Hero, are you sleeping...?”

She tiptoed closer, waving her hand over his face.

He didn’t move.

Dead asleep.

Which is when her brain really started filling with all kinds of... dark thoughts.

“Haaa...”

She placed a hand on the edge of the bed and quietly climbed on top.

—Creak.

“!!!”

That familiar creak of the bedframe sounded like thunder to her ears.

She glanced at his face. Still totally out of it.

She knew this about him.

He slept like a corpse.

Unless someone literally attacked them, nothing ever woke him up.

Even that one time she snuck into his sleeping bag, claiming she was scared—

He didn’t budge once the whole night.

‘O-Okay... before the detox...!’

Lyla carefully pressed her cheek to his chest.

Snnff...

She lay curled up in Song Hun’s arms, soaking up every ounce of her wicked, sinful desire.

Her hand slowly slid up to rest over his heart, feeling his warmth.

‘Oh Goddess, a Saintess isn’t supposed to do stuff like this... but it’s all the Hero’s fault!!’

Rather than feel guilty toward the goddess who chose her, this Saintess chose full self-justification.

‘Just a teeeny bit...’

Whispering softly, she placed her index finger on Song Hun’s forehead.

A tiny glow lit up.

“Mmnn...”

The moment she lightly detoxed the alcohol, his expression relaxed, and he let out a peaceful sigh.

Lyla gently stroked his cheek, her eyes flashing with something just a little dangerous.

Then she leaned in, exhaling a heated breath and whispering in his ear:

“Hehe... This is all your fault, Hero...♥”

Everyone knows: the standard way to wake a sleeping Hero is with a kiss from the Saintess.

(Or not. Whatever.)

Eyes closed, her lips slowly inched closer.

“Mmmn...”

“Eep!”

In his sleep, Song Hun rolled over—

And Lyla lost her balance, falling into his arms.

Now lying on his side, he hugged her close like a body pillow.

‘H-He—Hero!? D-Don’t tell me he’s awake!? No... that can’t be...’

She peeked up.

Still sound asleep.

Relieved, she was about to resume the mission when—

‘His arms... they’re so warm...’

“Mmm...”

—SQUEEZE.

Still dreaming, Song Hun suddenly pulled her tighter.

The move made Lyla let out a helpless whimper as her eyes started to glaze.

‘Ugh... that’s so unfair...!’

As unfamiliar heat rose from deep within her, she instinctively reached a hand to her lower belly.

‘Hnng... what if he thinks I’m a perv or something...?’

Even thinking that, her body refused to lie.

Wrapped in that soft, overwhelming warmth, her eyes began to drift shut.

‘No... I’m supposed to be making a baby with the Hero tonight...’

She’d eagerly accepted every glass the adults handed her at dinner.

And even a Saintess wasn’t immune to alcohol when she didn’t burn it off with mana.

Her eyelids grew heavy... and eventually closed.

—Beep-beep-beep-beep!

“Gah!”

The sound of someone punching in the door lock code outside made her eyes snap open.

‘Uuuuugh... It was the perfect chance, and I fell asleep!’

Even with Mother’s blessing (sorta), there was no way she could get caught like this.

She quickly slipped out of Song Hun’s arms, fixed her clothes, and snuck into her room like a ninja.

‘Seriously...!’

She heard Mom and Dad come in, their footsteps and voices faintly echoing from the entryway.

Lyla curled into her blanket, swearing to never screw up like this again.

She checked the time.

Three whole hours had flown by since she and the Hero got home.

‘Next time, no matter what... it’s happening.’

****

That night, Song Hun had... a nightmare (?).

He was being seduced by a fox spirit wearing a hanbok, who looked exactly like Lyla.

With a bewitching smile, she slowly crawled onto the bed where he lay.

‘Lyla!? W-Wait a second—!’

The fox spirit, disguised as Lyla, licked her lips and gently caressed his cheek.

Without thinking, his eyes locked onto the generous cleavage peeking out from her half-open hanbok.

‘L-Look, I’m totally down for doing stuff with you, just... can we at least do it in the right order—!’

Her hand crept downward, tugging at the waistband of his pants.

She whispered something into his ear, but being a dream, he couldn’t remember what.

“HUAAAAGH!!!”

He shot upright in bed, gasping, and looked toward the window—

Morning sunlight was already streaming in.

“Ah, shit! No way!?”

Panicked, he shoved his hand under the blanket.

“...Thank god.”

If he’d had a wet dream at his age, he would've had to launch his comforter into the ocean and never look back.

“What the hell was that...”

It had been a long time since he’d... handled things himself.

All thanks to Lyla constantly being around.

And hey—

A grown-ass man having a lewd dream once in a while? Totally normal.

‘Shit! But WHY did it have to be Lyla...!’