Reincarnated User Manual

“What are you going to do?”

There was no verbal response to the question. Instead, in the silence, a grotesque smile stretched wide.

From that, Shiron felt his hazy perception of Kiara becoming clearer.

To be honest, Shiron didn’t know much about Kiara. Not in terms of how to fight and win against her, but in terms of her background and ‘setting.’

She was not an Apostle. To Shiron’s perception, she was just ‘miscellaneous’ filling the coastal area.

But finally, face to face and after a conversation, it became clear.

Shiron felt a considerable obsession from Kiara. Previously, he had suspected her reactions were oddly inconsistent, but since she impersonated Kyrie, that suspicion turned into certainty.

Gleaming eyes. Fidgeting fingers. The sticky sound coming from her rubbing thighs…

It felt like being prey in front of a predator. The feeling he had just before being assaulted by Siriel resurfaced. But he didn’t regret speaking out. Shiron’s choice was the right one.

Now, Kiara didn’t care about Seira or Lucia. During the confrontation, there hadn’t been any particular attacks, so it wasn’t strange for the tension to ease.

“What are you going to do?”

However, Shiron and his companions remained tense in the suddenly changed atmosphere of Kiara.

In that unfair confrontation, Kiara walked leisurely towards Shiron.

A delicate face approached closely. Shiron had a feeling of what was coming next.

So, he did not avoid the approaching lips.

Peck-

A sudden kiss. Thinking it would end there, Kiara went further. A hot, thick tongue pried open his lips. The eyes of the two watching trembled. Shiron didn’t resist the piece of meat entering his mouth, watching how far Kiara would go.

Slurp- Slurp-

A few seconds passed, and Lucia’s shout brushed Shiron’s ear.

-What, what are you doing, you bastard? No, kid, why are you just letting that happen!

-You filthy slut! Get off him right now!

Despite his companions’ scolding, Shiron didn’t stop Kiara. The strong belief confirmed through Latera, and Kiara’s reaction when he uttered Kyrie’s name, reinforced Shiron’s judgment.

‘Do I have to be the bait?’

Not knowing where Kiara’s true form was, Shiron’s best option was to somehow provoke her into revealing it.

No matter what his companions thought, giving away his lips was nothing to Shiron.

What did it matter, even if it’s the enemy? Latera, who had a hatred for demons, didn’t see Johanna as an ugly demon but as a rather simple and charming country girl.

There was a slight fishy taste from the invading tongue, but that was all. Shiron waited for the demented demon’s sexual harassment to end, unaffected by his companions’ flushed faces or anger.

Finally, the tongue that thoroughly licked every corner of his gums withdrew.

“…Ahah.”

Droplets fell from the large tongue, and Kiara shyly laughed, despite being the one who initiated.

“Didn’t you like it? You look quite upset.”

“Who would enjoy being suddenly attacked?”

“Yet you didn’t resist at all.”

Smack-

“Sorry, I forgot.”

Shiron calmly spoke as he brushed his hand. The sensation was the same as before, but the moment his palm touched the skin, it burned as if on fire.

Kiara stroked her cheek and laughed lightly.

“It’s a bit disappointing. I thought you had completely fallen for me.”

“Well.”

“You wanted to fall for me too. I was happy during it… but a single kiss isn’t enough.”

“The shell isn’t worth it.”

He wanted to slap her again or throw a punch, but Shiron clenched his fist and barely suppressed the impulse.

“If you had done it yourself, maybe.”

“Hahaha! Isn’t that too obvious?”

“…”

‘Was I too stupid?’

At that moment, Shiron realized his mistake. He had tried to act like Kyrie, speaking as if he had taken out his brain, but it seems he overdid it.

“But, I don’t think that side of you is bad either.”

However, that worry soon disappeared like a mirage. Kiara thought Shiron’s actions were heroic and felt Kyrie’s aura from his somewhat dazed appearance.

“So, that kiss from earlier… I’ll reward you for playing along.”

“…”

“Oh, of course, I don’t mean I’ll come there myself. I’m saying I’ll give you a chance.”

Grooarrr—From Kiara’s vessel, Johanna’s mouth started foaming. The foam that flowed from her mouth fell to the ground and began to clump together, forming a human shape.

It was a phenomenon more incomprehensible than magic, but there was no time to frown. As the foam clumped together, Shiron had to support the staggering Johanna.

“A chance?”

“Yes, a chance. I will open the sea path, stop the storm, and wait for you in the depths.”

“…I thought I could save some trouble.”

“You could have run away. You could have closed the sea path and not lifted the curse.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I want to face you with clearer senses.”

Kiara looked at Shiron through the hazy scenery.

“The kiss with you was sweet, but should I say it was light in taste? Heh heh, I’m looking forward to what comes after.”

“…What are you looking forward to?”

“Are you pretending not to know? Or is it because you lack experience? Yes, it’s because you lack experience. You didn’t even use your tongue, it felt like kissing a corpse…”

“Shut, shut up!”

A sword strike interrupted the conversation. Kiara’s words were cut off. She coldly stared at the girl who rudely interrupted.

“What’s with the sudden change of heart? It’s amusing that you suddenly jump in after staying quiet.”

“Shut up! Shut up, you filthy wench! Stop babbling and get lost!”

Lucia swung her sword furiously, her face flushed. It was unclear whether it was because her name from a past life was insulted or because she saw Shiron being sexually harassed right before her eyes.

Lucia couldn’t clearly explain her emotions. There had been too many incidents for her to process, and the anger she couldn’t unleash on Johanna finally found a target.

“What a foul-mouthed brat. How can you be so vulgar and disgusting…”

“What are you talking about, you bastard? Get lost already!”

Lucia swung her sword with full emotion, as if she had met her match.

‘Crazy bitch, crazy bitch!’

Even in the form of foam, Kiara’s face looked displeased. The contrast with the affectionate gaze she had given Shiron was stark.

Shiron, who was pretending to be Kyrie, she spoke to respectfully even when he was using harsh words, but Kiara poured out her feelings of contempt without filtering them towards Lucia, who had Kyrie’s past life.

‘This is crazy. I can’t even say I’m Kyrie.’

Kiara was someone he wanted to kill, someone he didn’t want to kiss, but he couldn’t help feeling a bit disappointed.

As Lucia swung her sword wildly, panting heavily, her body shook.

An awareness of the regretful and disappointed feeling.

‘…Am I crazy? Why do I feel regret?’

“Hey, don’t be played.”

Shiron poked the back of Lucia’s head. Normally, he would have patted her shoulder gently, but since he was pretending to be Kyrie, he acted like an eight-year-old towards Lucia, even if it wasn’t fair to her.

“And you, get down quickly. I’ll be right in.”

“Hehe, you’re as proactive as ever.”

“Ah, damn, I want to beat you up, you bitch.”

“…Who is that person constantly interrupting? It’s starting to get on my nerves.”

“You bastard! I’m the owner of the lips you stole, you son of a bitch.”

“What?”

Shiron looked at Lucia with a bewildered expression. Not Siriel, but what was she talking about? As he pondered, suddenly—

His collar was grabbed, and he was forcibly bent down. Lucia closed her eyes tightly and kissed him.

“……”

A simple kiss without the sound of sucking and biting. However, Shiron’s eyes widened more than ever, even though it was just a plain and innocent kiss. Unlike when he kissed Kiara, this was a fresh reaction.

‘…What is this?’

“Did you see that?”

Lucia, with a face about to burst, licked the saliva off her lips with her tongue.

‘Damn, it’s my first time…’

Although it was just a kiss, since it was her first, she wanted to do it in a somewhat atmospheric situation. But reality was impulsive, and there was no time to set the mood.

But she didn’t regret it. Lucia had just lost the man she had her heart set on right in front of her, and she wanted to return that loss to Kiara immediately.

“…I wasn’t planning on inviting another person.”

Kiara’s face lost its smile.

It was a path found by racking her brain, but luckily, Kiara responded just as Lucia wanted.

“You come down too.”

A command filled with overt anger. The sticky foam left only those words and scattered in the sea breeze.

Lucia, breathing heavily, didn’t take her eyes off the scene. She clenched her teeth, glaring at the crashing waves, filled with the determination to kill the woman who dared to steal her second kiss.

“…It’s dizzying.”

Seira, who had been watching the scene from the beginning, muttered.

Shiron was Kyrie, Kyrie’s descendant was Lucia, and Kyrie was reincarnated as a man and now Kyrie and his descendant kissed each other. But they were blood-related siblings…

In short, it was like a trashy third-rate novel. Seira felt severe dizziness as she held her forehead.

‘Why does it have to end in a love triangle…’

It was a situation that made no sense. Seira had to spend a lot of time organizing the series of mind-numbing events that followed one after another.