Chapter 14
Chapter 14
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: The Two Savoring the Afterglow of Their First Time
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...I had a dream from the old days.
It was a dream from back when we were all rowdily chatting about that kids' detective anime that was airing at the time.
"Hey, Chang-gi, you really suck at this. You were nailing the deductions up to the middle, so why blow it at the crucial part?"
"That lady suspect was totally acting all flustered. Why'd you suddenly point at someone else?"
-Even if the lady was flustered, you can't just pin it on her for that.
"But you got it right up to the middle?"
-Dude, there wasn't even a key clue yet. How am I supposed to guess the culprit?
"That 'key clue' of yours is just the protagonist pulling some 'I figured it out' monologue at the climax."
"Why wait for evidence that's never gonna show up?"
-Hmm... damn, you're right?
"We just gotta read the reactions, duh?"
-Still, I don't wanna accuse without solid proof. That'd be too harsh on 'em.
"Why take it so seriously?"
"It's just a cartoon, man."
"What do you expect from a manga where the guy in front kills someone for picking their nose on the subway?"
-Uh, yeah?
-Yeah, I guess I was overthinking it.
"Loser~!"
"Deduction noob~!"
"Don't ever guess again~!"
Wahahaha!
Wahahaha!
Wahahahaha... wahaha...
…
...I woke up right after that laughter.
"What kinda bullshit dream is this?"
It was a weird dream that soured my mood first thing in the morning. Felt like something from ages ago, but too faded to remember clearly.
More importantly, where the hell am I?
I grabbed my sticky thighs thinking it was the guild dorm again, and that's when the familiar bachelor stench hit my nose.
"I'm home..."
My cheap studio apartment. My little kingdom.
Clothes strewn everywhere, sink overflowing with half-assed dishes in the trash bin... but somehow, the room was spotless.
'What the? Why's the place so clean?'
I rubbed my eyes and focused my bleary vision.
I could hear the washing machine humming. The clothes I'd tossed aside were neatly sorted, trash bin emptied. No dust or stray pubes on the floor—like it'd been vacuumed—and even a hearty miso soup aroma wafting around.
"Whoa."
On the table.
Did she cook and leave?
Like some fairy godmother visited? I was getting chills down my spine when I finally noticed the memo pad on the table.
[Sorry for borrowing your key without asking. You were sleeping so soundly, I couldn't wake you.]
[Couldn't crash you at the construction site, so I brought you back to your place.]
[But damn, your room was filthy, air all stuffy and messed up.]
[Took the liberty of tidying while I was at it, made some food too. Heat it up when you wake.]
[If you liked it, call me again sometime.]
[○○○-○○○○-○○○○ ← My number♡]
[From a milky cow who looooves Chang-gi ♪]
"It wasn't a dream..."
Years since I'd stepped out without a thought and had homemade food. I hurriedly heated the miso soup, dumped in some slightly cooled rice to fill my empty stomach, and sank into secretemotion.
"Fuck, this is so good."
Home-cooked flavor.
I could make miso soup myself, but this was different somehow—brimming with genuine affection.
Even packed with enoki mushrooms, my favorite...
Why was this psycho chick who hunts fuckbuddies in leopard coats at midnight acting so sweet?
And I didn't even know her face, yet my heart was pounding!
'What the hell did I get tangled up in? Who even is she?'
One thing's for sure—I'd used up a lifetime's worth of luck.
No way I'd meet a girl like that twice.
I got antsy.
"Calm down. Don't fuck this up acting like some simp from the internet forums. Can't lose a catch like her!"
Thinking back to last night, clinging to her ass like a desperate kid—I was already simp enough.
And yet, she said she liked me.
And yet, she surrendered to me.
Even though she milked me dry and won, the [System Window] declared her submission...
"Maybe she's got some unique kink?"
Obvious from her ass alone. Who'd guess a top-ranker had tastes like that.
I didn't wanna let go of this thread. I wolfed down breakfast and saved her number in my phone.
'What about the memo?'
Toss it? But work's full of fights—phone could break, number lost.
I stuck it to the fridge with a magnet. Just in case.
"Whew."
Finished eating, I lingered in the afterglow for a bit.
My dick still tingled. Never felt a pussy like that—triple-layered grip... monster tier?
Nah, that's too much.
But to think a woman like her actually existed...
'Come to think of it, I'm in pajamas again.'
Why's everyone changing my clothes lately? I peeked into my panties.
—Blown away.
"Holy... what the hell."
Kiss marks on my dick.
Lipstick ones, bold and visible.
Like proving [I love you for real] with actions—not one or two, but several thick ones.
Probably on my balls too, from the look. Maybe even my ass cheeks.
'Not even high-class hookers charging hundreds of thousands do this... how much does she like me?'
Act reeking of affection-starved desperation.
Cute as hell, wagging her tail for a man's love.
No way. Just looking's got me hard.
'I conquered a woman this great'—my male pride surged.
Made her kiss my cock, submit below my crotch—conquest satisfaction boiling my balls.
"Cool it, you slut-dick bastard. It was just yesterday you got treated like a stud horse. You went at it till dawn—pussy same-day round trip. Time to chill, asshole."
Smack! Smack!
Two palm slaps to the dick to kill the boner, then straight to the bathroom. Regretfully washed off the kiss marks. Now that things were like this, might need 'em intact someday.
I was basically a gigolo now.
A gigolo with someone he loved in mind.
From today, I'd keep my dick extra clean, deep vow in my heart.
*
"Ah, Chang-gi."
"Morning, everyone. Sky's bright, home's harmonious, birds chirping, flowers blooming sweetly—what a fine morning."
Bow.
"Whoa, what's with the cheer? Something good happen?"
"Good stuff, yeah. Joined Chomok and luck's flowing. Can't spill details, but this guild's the real deal."
"Is it now? Congrats, whatever it is. We are a good guild. First impressions were rough for you, though..."
"Nah, everyone's apologized already."
Hahaha.
Heehee.
Arrived at guild home, light chat with receptionists, then cautiously asked.
I was buddies with Seong-yeon—didn't wanna seem too presumptuous.
"Wanna see the guild master. She in her room?"
"Yup, she is... but..."
Vague answer, trailing off.
"Something wrong?"
"We don't spill this to other members... so, are you two friends?"
"Huh? Yeah, friends. Keep distance in official spots, but not awkward or anything."
Added that they'd seen it themselves—they lit up, glad to have someone trustworthy.
"Okay, then. Seong-yeon doesn't seem well today."
"Came home early morning, legs shaking non-stop... asked where she'd been late night, mumbled something about hospital for feeling sick."
Early morning?
"Golden Tower's been busy lately, right? Maybe that?"
"Could be. She keeps a lot from us too. So, could you check on her? If she collapses, guild's done for. We're worried."
"Happy to. Was coming to see her anyway."
"Thanks. I'll tell her you're heading up."
"Sure."
They called upstairs, chatted, nodded.
-Come on up.
Worried she'd refuse, but green light.
"Friends, alright. Guild master's strict despite looks. Won't see anyone if off or out of it."
"Vice guild master?"
"Exception. Even she gets rejected sometimes. Would've stonewalled today, but friends pass."
"Makes me feel special, embarrassing."
"Psh, you're friends. Truth is, you're the only one we'd ask—everyone's hoping."
Apparently secretive even with guildmates.
So paranoid... Ceres knows something?
'Explains making her vice guild master. Trusted her.'
She denied it before, but are they dating? Wouldn't keep undies otherwise.
Hmm.
Another wrong guess?
Dunno.
"Heading up."
"Yeah. Take care of our guild master, Chang-gi."
Her tone nagged, but shrugged it off and took the elevator up.
Top floor.
Song Seong-yeon, Ceres, and Chomok execs' level.
Hall like a luxury hotel. Knocked on the big clean door in the center.
"Seong-yeon? You in?"
Knock knock knock.
Knock knock knock.
"Seong-yeon?"
Knock knock knock knock...
So quiet I thought no one was there, then crash bang! commotion greeted me.
"Chang-gi?"
"Yeah. Can I come in?"
"Y-yeah, wait! I'm busy right now!"
"Oh... sorry. Didn't know. I'll come back later?"
"No! No need! Gimme a sec, 5 minutes! No, 10!"
Footsteps thumping inside.
Rushing around, tidying sounds.
What the hell's she doing?
Like teen me when parents barged in... did she just finish rubbing one out?
"Haa~! Good now! Come in!"
"Good how? What mess were you making in there?"
"Ahaha..."
My friend Song Seong-yeon greeted me with an awkward laugh.
Her face beet red, body sweat-drenched, breathing heavy and horny to anyone watching.
"You..."
"Yeah?"
"Were you just jerking off?"
"...No!"
Hesitated.
Bingo?
Totally.
"What, you got needs too?"
"I'm not, perv! What kinda talk is that outta nowhere! Say that again and door's shut!"
Her freakout had me cracking up teasing.
'Knew it~!' got fierce 'No!' and a shove.
Strong denial's basically admission.
Heh heh.
Top ranker or not, off-duty she's just an adorably cute friend.