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くコ:彡
No kiss! NO KISS! Kim Dokja wanted to scream at everyone but his current form was not allowing it. He couldn’t even use Midday Tryst. The Fourth Wall wasn’t helping matters, just brokenly saying annoying narrations in his mind. He couldn’t use his other skills as well.
There was a possible cure. He read about this in TWSA. And it wouldn’t even cost them much, it was such a simple solution from the dokkaebi bag. They didn’t need to heed the personal scenario if Kim Dokja could lift the curse before the time limit runs out. But they didn’t know that. How could they when Kim Dokja couldn’t even tell them. And now, Yoo Joonghyuk has to… Kim Dokja couldn’t even finish the thought, too mortified.
Oddly enough, the only skill available that he could activate was his Reader’s Viewpoint skill but he didn’t think it would help much. I need them to read my thoughts at the moment, not the other way around.
But as he stared above him, the uncanny size of the protagonist peering over him, glaring intensely and apparently getting ready to… do the deed…, Kim Dokja couldn’t help but be curious at what might be on the former regressor’s mind then.
Ah meolla. Just a little peek wouldn’t hurt. To tell the truth, Kim Dokja just wanted to distract himself from his looming fate at the moment.
[The 1st person protagonist’s point of view has been activated!]
[Due to current form’s low levels, the skill will only last for 10 seconds.]
What? That fast? Kim Dokja wanted to protest the unfairness but before he could, the skill was already activating. He found himself looking through the eyes of his protagonist.
For a very brief moment he was looking down at his hands, watching his squid-self squirm there unconsciously. Then a flash of image went to the forefront of the protagonist’s mind. It was rather quick, having only 10 seconds of the skill, and before Kim Dokja knew it, he was already ejected from the sunfish bastard’s mind.
The reader could only gape in shock. He couldn’t believe what he just saw. He couldn’t get out the image of his own face (so close to Yoo Joongyuk’s own), out of his mind. Sultry eyes that looked out of place on his face (because he didn’t think he’d ever looked like that before), and lips glistening as they parted and breathed, Joonghyuk-ah.
WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUNFISH BASTARD IMAGINING?
He barely even registered that the said bastard already kissed him, only a featherlight feeling on what was supposed to be his forehead. Suddenly, he was back in his human form. Kim Dokja landed unceremoniously on the bastard’s lap. Said bastard’s intense glare still had not left his face… Am I mistaken or is the sunfish staring… at my lips???
The burning on Kim Dokja’s cheeks could have cooked an omelet.
くコ:彡