Your Girlfriend Calls Me Daddy-Chapter 48 | Logical Fallacies And Wet Pillows

Hae-Won sat in the dark, phone pressed to her ear, listening to silence. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

Rome was with someone. Having sex. Right now.

And that someone had answered his phone. Had called him her boyfriend. Had told Hae-Won to call back tomorrow while Rome was literally inside her.

Hae-Won’s hands shook. Her chest felt tight. Her eyes burned.

She was not crying. She absolutely was not crying over Rome D’Angelo. That would be ridiculous. She barely knew him. He had kissed her once. Touched her once. Made her come apart in a storage room and then walked away like it meant nothing.

Because it had meant nothing. To him.

But that woman on the phone. That woman meant something. She was in his bed. In his apartment. Answering his phone at one thirty in the morning while he—

Hae-Won threw her phone onto the bed. Stood up. Paced to the window. Back to the desk. To the window again.

Her ability still registered traces of Rome’s Essentia inside her. Faint. Barely there. But present. Like he had marked her somehow. Left a signature that her body recognized and responded to.

She pressed her hand flat against the cool glass. Stared out at the dark campus below.

This was good actually. This was proof that Rome was exactly what she suspected. A manipulator. Someone who used his ability to seduce women. To collect them. That girlfriend on the phone probably had no idea what he really was. What he could do.

Hae-Won should warn her. Should find out who she was and tell her that Rome was dangerous. That his ability messed with people’s minds and bodies. That everything she felt for him was artificial. Manufactured.

Except.

Hae-Won’s reflection stared back at her from the window. Face flushed. Eyes too bright. Jaw tight.

Except that would require explaining how Hae-Won knew. And that would mean admitting what happened in the storage room. And that would make her look pathetic. Jealous. Like some girl who got touched once and developed feelings.

Which was absolutely not what was happening here.

Hae-Won was concerned. As class representative. About a fellow student using a dangerous unregistered Essentia to manipulate classmates. This was about safety. About protocol. About maintaining proper academy standards.

It had nothing to do with the way her body still remembered his hands. His mouth. The drain pulling her Essentia out in waves while pleasure crashed through her in rhythm.

Nothing at all.

Hae-Won walked back to her laptop. Pulled up the browser again.

Typed: How to block Essentia influence mind manipulation.

The results loaded. Articles about mental fortification techniques. Meditation exercises to strengthen willpower. Support items that created temporary Essentia barriers.

She clicked the first link.

DEFENDING AGAINST MENTAL MANIPULATION ESSENTIA

Mental manipulation abilities typically require sustained contact or close proximity to take effect. The most effective defense is maintaining physical distance. If contact has already occurred, the victim should report to NEA immediately for Essentia cleansing and psychological evaluation.

Victim. The article called her a victim.

Hae-Won’s jaw clenched. She was not a victim. She was class representative of 1-A. Top of her practical scores. Daughter of a tech executive family that had built half of Seoul’s smart city infrastructure before moving to Century City.

She was not some helpless girl who fell apart the moment a boy touched her.

Her phone buzzed.

Hae-Won grabbed it. Looked at the screen.

Unknown number. Text message.

You called? - R

Her heart stopped. Then restarted at double speed.

Rome. Texting her. After his girlfriend had told her to call back tomorrow. After he had been—

Another text appeared.

Hae-Won typed: Its nothing.

Then why call at 1:30 AM?

Academy business. Your Essentia registration is incomplete.

That’s what this is about?

Yes. As class representative, it’s my responsibility to ensure all students maintain proper documentation.

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

You’re full of shit.

Hae-Won’s face burned.

Excuse me?

You’re not calling about registration. You’re calling because you want to know what I did to you.

Her fingers trembled over the keyboard.

You manipulated me.

Did I?

Yes. With your ability. You made me feel things that weren’t real.

Everything you felt was real.

Impossible. I would never—

Never what? Come on my fingers in a storage room?

Hae-Won made a sound between a gasp and a choke. Her entire body went hot.

You used your Essentia on me without consent.

You followed me. Cornered me. Demanded answers. I gave you exactly what you asked for.

That’s not—

You wanted to see what I could do. So I showed you.

Hae-Won stared at the screen. Her reflection looked back from the dark glass. Face red. Breathing too fast. Phone gripped tight enough to hurt.

She typed: What you did is illegal.

Then report me.

I will.

No you won’t.

Yes I—

Because that would mean explaining how you got your evidence. What happened in that room. What I made you feel.

Hae-Won’s vision blurred. Her thumb hovered over the keyboard.

You won’t report me because you don’t want anyone to know.

She threw the phone onto the bed. Stood up. Paced to the window. Pressed her forehead against the cool glass.

Her phone buzzed again. And again. And again.

Hae-Won grabbed it.

I didn’t force you. You could have left anytime.

You could have stopped me.

But you didn’t.

You know why?

Hae-Won’s hands shook. She should throw the phone out the window. Block his number. Delete everything.

But she typed: Why?

The response came immediately.

Because you liked it.

You liked losing control.

You liked what I made you feel.

And that scares you more than anything I actually did.

Hae-Won’s legs gave out. She sat on the edge of her bed, phone in her lap, reading the words over and over.

He was wrong. He had to be wrong. She was Cheon Hae-Won. Class representative. Top academic scores. Perfect attendance. Perfect uniform. Perfect everything.

She did not lose control. She did not let boys touch her in storage rooms. She did not come apart on their fingers while they drained her Essentia and made her feel like she was burning alive from the inside out.

Her phone buzzed one more time.

Get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow.

During the day.

Like normal people.

The last line was clearly mocking what his girlfriend had said on the phone. Hae-Won’s chest tightened.

She typed: I’m reporting you.

No you’re not.

This conversation is unprofessional.

It’s 1:45 AM. Nothing about this is professional.

Admit it. You’re wide awake.

Hae-Won turned her phone off. Threw it onto her desk. Climbed into bed fully clothed.

Stared at the ceiling.

Her body still hummed with traces of his Essentia. Her ability registered it constantly. A reminder that he had been inside her. Not physically. Not yet. But energetically. Through the drain. Through the contact.

He had left part of himself in her and taken part of her with him.

And somewhere across campus, he was with someone else. Inside someone else. Making her feel the same things he had made Hae-Won feel.

Hae-Won rolled onto her side. Pulled her knees to her chest.

She was not crying.

Absolutely not.

The pillow under her cheek grew damp anyway.