Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Ambushed by an Invasive Milkbag with [Reverse Blowjob Titjob]
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"...Buhr."
...The next day.
The next day?
Wait, is it really the next day now?
Whatever. I woke up with a brutal hangover.
'Ugh, my head. There're marks and drool on my hand... Urk!'
I'd passed out face-down on the desk, barely managing to peel myself upright.
It's been ages since I drank something that strong—guess the film got cut right away.
'Stomach's fine, but the booze is still swimming... Ugh...!'
I glanced at the glass wall by the bed. Pitch-black darkness hung over everything.
It wasn't the next day. It was still the dead of night.
Only now did it hit me: I'd left Bridget noona—who'd come all the way here to see me off—hanging while we got smashed on our own.
Talk about rude. I'd really screwed up big time.
'Man, what a massive mistake. What if noona's pissed? Is she maybe still at the guild home?'
I hauled myself up from the desk.
There was a blanket draped over my back, so I knew Seong-yeon must've covered me.
"Seong-yeooon~?"
Heading to the bed, I found the girl not on it, but collapsed on the floor below.
She'd pounded it hard.
Never thought I'd live to see her go full crazy drunk.
"Kuhh... Uuuhng... Chang-giii~."
"Even in your sleep, huh."
-Tap.
Tch, idiot.
I picked up her limp body and laid her on the bed.
"Chaaang-giii♡"
She immediately pulled me into a hug.
Lips pursed out.
"Heh heh, you gay bastard."
"Whiiiing~♡ Chaaang-giii~♡"
"There there. Yeah, I'm here. Sleep it off if you're wasted."
"Nngae~♡"
I got her settled, and she started snoring right away.
Figured she'd been through hell mentally, so I wiped the sweat from her forehead with my sleeve and left.
'Ugh, stuffy. Throat's killing me.'
I scanned the room—no water here.
Move wasn't fully done yet, apparently. No fridge either.
'Pretty sure there was some by the lounge.'
I stepped into the hallway.
Clomping toward the lounge's water cooler. Nights like this always felt creepy.
'So damn dark... Electrical work not finished?'
Through the dim corridor to my goal.
'Huh?'
Looks like we'd had our drinking party here—trash everywhere.
Wondered which asshole trashed someone else's guild, then remembered I'd ditched noona.
'Guess the Mechanic Guild folks had a good time before heading out. Lucky break. Soon as the sun's up, I'll rush over and apologize.'
Stepping over crumbs and glass bottles on the floor, I found the cooler.
"Gulp gulp glug! Puhhaaa~!!!"
Like that unforgettable beast from the first floor, I crawled on all fours and slurped straight from the spout.
Throat parched dry, then hydration hit—my brain finally kicked back in.
'What the hell all happened today.'
Letting the lingering buzz wash over me, the day's events flowed by like wind.
Clearing the 10th floor, begging the Tower Lord, hearing Seong-yeon's secret...
...Her hidden truth was so massive, it still didn't feel real.
'131 regressions.'
If this were a novel or comic, I'd scoff at the number.
Superhuman spirits regress 1,000 times easy in those.
'131 lifetimes...'
Even drunk, it was hard to picture.
She'd said there were runs starting from zero like this one—way more time alone than I could imagine.
Tons of bonds formed, and just as many severed.
『Seong-yeon never explains a damn thing. Sigh, knew it. That girl's a real piece of work—always leaving everyone around her to suffer.』
-The Grand Witch Iian sounded fed up.
『That girl skipped explanations again and just charged ahead, huh?』
-Bridget noona said.
『Seong-yeon does get impatient... She knows too much on her own, charges based only on her info. She's been calmer lately, but guess the itch flared up again...』
-Madam said.
Even top rankers agreed: she skipped talk and acted first.
That was my take too, until this morning. 'Pushy bastard.'
Now I got why.
'Explanations get erased on regression anyway. So she acts first, shows results, and moves on fast.'
How much scheming to forge those bonds?
How much prep to meet the Tower Lord like today?
...Heavy.
'All for me? Why?'
That part still escaped me.
Benefactor or not, this went beyond that.
I'd have ignored it.
But not Seong-yeon. She sensed something hidden here.
'Definitely tied to whatever she's hiding.'
She called it all her fault.
And yeah, it was.
Trying to hook up her benefactor—me—with skills, she screwed up, killed me, got hit with two curses.
Led to 131 regressions.
I'm a victim caught in it... but she's suffered plenty.
Time she got freed, right?
'To learn that secret, I absolutely can't die this run. She says it's natural, but life's just one shot.'
Least I won't die. No plans to.
Solo hunter—survival's my specialty.
'Clear the Golden Tower for forgiveness? Even lowering the bar, it's tough.'
Tower Lord was moodier than expected.
Play nice and polite? Might speed forgiveness. That thought sparked courage and drive.
"Gotta wash these hangover paws for tomorrow, at least."
Scratching my messy hair, I looked around the home.
Hadn't showered since returning—felt gross from all the boozing.
Home layout matched the main Brass Tower base. Hotel-style, full guild welfare perks.
'Shower room this way, right?'
Welfare was top-tier, no doubt.
Drunk and staggering to the communal showers.
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"Uwaaaah~."
Hot water bliss, pissing on the floor.
That pricey booze turned to yellow streams, swirling down the drain.
Everyday crap, but knowing something so expensive became piss in seconds? Weird satisfaction.
'Hot water's the best. Sun up, wash off the fur stink, hit a bathhouse maybe. Drag Seong-yeon along?'
Daydreaming about a sauna, under the spray—then a presence hit.
Screech.
Splash splash splash.
'Who's there?'
Wet footprints. Blurry wet eyes snapped open.
This late at dawn, someone besides me stepping in the showers.
'Anyone in the home besides me and Seong-yeon?'
No way.
Seong-yeon was out cold. No one moved in yet.
Panicking, I shut off the water, held my breath.
'Most guildies still at Brass Tower. Who could...?'
-Clunk!
"!?"
Door next stall opened.
Sound from near the shower entrance.
'Someone washing up?'
Nope.
-Clunk!
'What the fuck.'
Next door.
-Clunk!
-Clunk!
-Clunk!
Opening doors, getting closer.
Like hunting me.
Last one: right next to mine, stopping dead in front.
-Clunk clunk?
'Here.'
Aura focused, ready for anything.
Luckily locked—didn't budge. Unknown figure gestured.
-Knock knock.
"Who's there?"
"……"
No answer.
-Knock knock.
"Who's there? I'm showering."
"……"
Answering, but no reply planned.
What the hell.
"……"
-Knock knock knock knock!!
'Raid by enemy guild?'
Wondered if like the skyscraper mix-up.
Probably not.
Enemy would've busted in to kill, not knock.
'Tch.'
Aura up, tension high, hand on knob.
"Opening the door. Step back."
"……"
Squelch squelch.
No words, but followed like not hostile.
'Who is it? Prank?'
Hot water to cold night air—head cleared some.
Heat dropped, buzz fading but stubborn.
Dizzy now.
Fucking bitch, who are you?
'Whoever, if pranking, I'll smash 'em no mercy.'
Cursing inwardly, opened the door.
Steamy heat rushed out, skin met skin.
—Boobs.
'Huh, milkbag?'
"……"
A woman in a facemask stood there.
Not her usual paper bag—clean one, just mouth and nose out.
Holy shit.
Only one perv in the world rocking this look!
"What, you here to see me!?"
Anger melted.
Best damn night, now milkbag shows up.
Grabbed her shoulders, dragged inside, pinned to wall by showerhead.
"Hey hey. Sneaking in? People see, they'll think thief."
"Sorry... about that..."
"Sorry my ass. Why show at this hour? Heard the news, here to celebrate?"
"Well..."
"Quick victory fuck?"
………?
Eh?
Finally heard her voice—not quite my milkbag's.
Low, heavy, forced like mimicking someone.
Not her voice. Only now the off vibe hit.
Hold up. This our milkbag?
Buzz and heat blurred reason—didn't clock sooner.
My beloved tits still huge, but she was taller than usual.
Normally Seong-yeon height, ~160cm; now a bit over 170, eye-level with me.
"Fuck, who're you? Not from our ranch!"
"Shh."
"No, seriously who? Why cosplay our milkbag and break in!?"
I backed away freaked; her hand shot lower faster.
—Grip!
"Hooooh!?"
Dick grabbed!
No hesitation!
Man's ultimate weak spot!!!
By a freak imitating my girl!!
'F-F-Fuck~!? What ranch escapee milkbag is this!!'
Shaking in terror, invasive milkbag closed in!
"Stay... still..."
"!?"
Whispered in my ear, dick in hand!
Monotone voice twisted subtle!
Hiding her real one!?
What kinda bullshit—!? Real assassin!?'
Gathered aura for strike...
—Crunch!
"Guhk!?"
Impossible.
"Move and... I'll rip it off..."
Terrifying.
Never imagined this fate.
Felt like a woman cornered in a dark alley, about to get raped by a stranger.
"Say it again... move and... I rip."
Shiver shiver...
"Nod if you get it..."
"Nuuk~!"
Nod nod nod!
Frantic agreement; suspicious lookalike smirked faintly.
Gonna kill me like this?
Or blackmail!?
Trembling in life's worst terror, freak acted.
"Don't tense. I'll make it feel good..."
Turned behind me, dick gripped.
"Hands on shower wall, ass out..."
I obeyed.
Now balls too.
'Please don't pop 'em!'
Shaking, ass back; freak thrust out her massive tits.
Then.
"...Enjoy, you bastard."
Right after, the unbelievable happened.