Chapter 79

The next day, the two indulged in the simple pleasure of doing absolutely nothing—nothing but enjoying each other's presence, falling deeper into a love that felt effortless. They lounged on the couch together, Yeon-Ah nestled in Travis’s arms as they watched a movie, though neither paid much attention to the plot. Her fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on his chest, while his hand rested comfortably on her hip, rubbing slow, lazy circles over her skin.

At one point, they moved to the kitchen, where they playfully prepared food together. Yeon-Ah giggled as Travis tried to flip a pancake, only to have it land half-folded in the pan. He shot her a look before flicking a bit of flour at her face, making her squeal in protest. Before long, their playful banter turned into something softer—stealing kisses between stirring ingredients, wrapping arms around each other just to be close.

Every little moment felt precious. Yeon-Ah had never experienced a weekend like this, one filled with nothing but warmth, laughter, and the kind of love that settled deep into her bones. This was happiness.

She adored Travis. There would never be another man for her. He was hers—her forever. The thought of spending the rest of her life with him made her heart swell, and she welcomed it with open arms.

Even the fact that her daughter had feelings for him didn’t faze her. If it were possible, she’d share him, because unlike most women, Yeon-Ah wasn’t selfish—especially when it came to her daughter’s happiness. Love wasn’t something she hoarded for herself; it was something she wanted to give freely.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city, the two finally made their way back to the villa. Yeon-Ah sat close to Travis in the car, her fingers intertwined with his as he drove. Luckily, the vehicle was automatic, allowing him to steal glances at her, smirking as she played with his hand, tracing each knuckle as if memorizing every part of him.

When they arrived, she turned to him, her expression filled with quiet adoration. She leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to his lips before finally pulling away.

"Goodnight, my love," she murmured, her voice dripping with warmth before she stepped out of the car and disappeared into her apartment.

Travis watched her go, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips before he drove down to his own apartment. As he stepped inside, exhaustion finally caught up with him, but not before a fleeting thought crossed his mind.

'Mission complete. I would love for the author to write a foursome scene, but I’m too damn tired.'

And with that, he collapsed onto his bed, slipping into a deep sleep the moment his head hit the pillow.


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Many weeks had passed, and Travis had finally wrapped up the story of Keep This A Secret From Your Mother. He hadn’t even bothered to cuck the protagonist—too easy, too repetitive. That kind of domination was beneath him now.

Instead, he’d introduced everyone to his other harem. As expected, chaos erupted in the most pleasurable way. The resulting orgy lasted four whole days—moans, gasps, and wet skin tangled in sweat and lust as his women worshipped him endlessly. The room was soaked in heat, bodies clinging to him, desperate for his touch. By the end, they were all left limp and breathless, their bodies spent, their voices hoarse from screaming his name.

When it was over, Travis stepped outside onto the balcony, naked and unashamed. The warm sun bathed his skin, soaking into every muscle, replenishing his drained energy. He inhaled deeply, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction.

‘Think it's time for me to move to the next story,’ he thought, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

The next story was set in college. He went downstairs and made his way to the garage, where rows of luxury cars gleamed under soft lights. He scanned the lineup before settling on the lamb truck—sleek, matte black, and custom-made to suit his taste. The doors opened with a smooth hiss, and he climbed in, gripping the wheel like a king ready to conquer new territory.

The engine roared to life.

He cruised through the city, sunlight cutting through the skyline, his other hand casually scrolling his phone for the address. Finally, he pulled up to his destination, parking the truck at the curb. The doors locked with a beep behind him as he stepped out, adjusting the collar of his shirt.

He stood in front of the bar—the Y Bar, the first point of contact in this new world.

The world of Is There No Goddess In My College?

Travis stepped inside with a confident smirk, eyes scanning the interior. It didn’t take long to spot her. Sitting in her corner, legs crossed, posture relaxed but elegant—there she was.

Han Seol-Ah.

Or as this bar called her, Yoo-ri.

Long, silky brown hair framed her face like a curtain. Her red eyes shimmered under the dim lights, her foxy expression balanced between mischief and innocence. She wore a tight blouse that clung to her curves, and a skirt that rode high on her thighs every time she shifted. She wasn’t just pretty—she was hypnotic. She was what this world considered a Goddess.

And she hadn’t even started acting yet.

Travis made his way to her section, the leather of the stool creaking slightly as he sat.

"Yo," he said, his voice smooth, laced with playful confidence.

Seol-Ah' s face lit up instantly. "Hi! It’s nice to see you. What kind of drink would you like?" Her smile was professional, but there was curiosity in her eyes.

"Oh, just some Scotch I guess," he said casually, loosening his collar a little.

"Wow, this early during the day? You must’ve had a rough one," she chuckled, pouring him a generous glass.

Without asking, she poured herself a drink and slid into the seat beside him. Her thigh brushed against his, lingering a bit too long to be innocent.

"Maybe you can tell me how it went?" she asked, turning slightly so her knee touched his.

'He looks rich. That car alone screamed money. And he’s my age too. If I play this right, I can build a strong… connection,' she thought, her lips curling into a soft, practiced smile.

Travis took a sip of the drink, savoring the warmth as it slid down his throat. "Oh? So you're allowed to sit with customers now?"

"Only if I get a good feeling about them," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "And you give off a very good feeling."

Then she leaned in slightly, her voice lower now, almost teasing.

"If you want… there’s a private room where we can talk more freely."

He didn’t hesitate. "Lead the way," he replied, his smirk deepening as his eyes flicked down her body for a second.

Han Seol-Ah stood up, hips swaying with every step, knowing full well he was watching her. Travis followed without a word, his fingers already itching to explore what this “Goddess” was hiding beneath her clothes.


' But it's still too early for that, I'm sure the story hasn't begun yet, tomorrow I'll go to school and meet other characters. Plus the protagonist ' he thought to himself.

TO BE CONTINUED