Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Tomboy Childhood Friend's Oversized Bra Fiasco
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I poured my aura into the bra.
It was so spacious that two of my faces could fit inside, so I swung it like a whip.
Tsssh!
"Ugh. You pervert. Hiding in the Chomok Guild like a creep... your skills are no joke!"
"I told you that's not it!"
Knocking away her fist once was fine, but the follow-up attack was the real problem.
She's a top-ranker, and I'm just D-rank—the gap's way too huge, isn't it!?
"Haaah!"
'What the hell? She's attacking with aura!'
She'd only swung her fist once, but the razor-sharp lion's paw of aura extended alongside it, shredding chunks off my own aura.
It's a bra, so durability isn't its strong suit. Even gathering as much as I could, this was the best I got!
'That's her jab? Crazy—if it hits, I'm done for!'
"Just take it quietly!"
"Uwoooooh!! Are you insane!?!?"
Whoosh!
I swung the aura-infused fist with the bra to block, but the lion's aura that followed wiped out [everything] it touched.
-Delete.
Eternal erasure in the literal sense.
'Wasn't that just a metaphor earlier!?'
The wardrobe I'd left open was clawed by those talons, reduced to empty space without a single splinter left behind—like it had never existed.
What happens if that touches my body?
Ugh, I don't even want to imagine it!
"Tch. I don't want to wreck the master's room any more than this. So just take one hit nicely. As a special service, I won't make it hurt."
"You're crazy! Getting hit by that would kill me, you idiot!"
"Isn't that the point? Rather than living after showing such a disgrace to others, wouldn't death be better?"
"Yeah, I know I look ridiculous! But what kind of mess is this from messing with a bra!?"
Another right hook.
I whipped the massive bra like a lash to deflect the fist, but golden talons slipped through the gap, lunging for my throat.
-Stab!
"Eek!"
"Slippery as an eel...!"
I twisted my body and barely dodged. It was a paper-thin margin.
It grazed me anyway—the activewear Seong-yeon had dressed me in tore open, exposing my upper body.
Damn it, I liked how easy it was to move in!
"I have no idea where a skilled fighter like you came from. Are you a spy from another guild?"
"Do I look like a spy to you!?"
"Can't you tell just by looking? That technique blocking my attacks with nothing but a bra. The burn scars etched across your body... You must be a pro who's overcome countless hardships. But your adventures end here. Meeting me means your luck's run out."
"Your deadpan tone aside, you're kinda fun, aren't you!?"
"I hear that a lot. Especially from my master. Hearing an assassin like you say the same thing just pisses me off."
"From pervert to assassin now!"
"Be proud. That's a rank-up."
"Like hell I'm proud!"
Vroooom!!!
"Kuh!"
Her fist grazed my nose.
I'd dodged by a hair, but my bridge split open—blood sprayed, and my cheek burned.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
This damn busty butler maid is insanely strong! Those glancing blows that could kill, and her speed has no mercy!
It's obvious she's holding back to avoid trashing her master's room, but even then, this speed! I don't even want to think what would've happened if we'd been enemies in a dungeon!
"You've been dodging by a hair every time. How about this? I've extended my reach a bit."
Sensing my fluster, she thrust out her hand blade.
Aiming straight for my heart, without hesitation.
"Think I'll let you!?"
I squeezed out the last of my aura to reinforce the bra and my shoulder, then whipped it around her wrist like a chain.
Damn, this bra's tough as hell. How stacked is she!?
"You blocked it. And it's not even your main weapon—such fluid motions. So you are a pervert?"
"Pick one—assassin or pervert! Ugh, whatever! More importantly, that thing behind you! It moves with your hand, right? Now that I've got your wrist, let's talk!"
"Talk?"
"Yeah! Looks like there's a misunderstanding here. If you keep going wild like this, you're the one who'll be in trouble—not me!"
"My position, you say?"
"Yeah!"
"A pervert who was sniffing bras from Seong-yeon's closet—with his face buried in one—and you're saying it'll be bad for me if I hurt you? You expect me to believe that?"
"Of course not!"
"—Then shut up! Pervert!!"
You lying sack!!!
I'd wrapped her swinging hand with the bra and stopped it, but the golden lion image started moving anyway!
It's not just following her hand—it can move independently!?
Grrrrr!!
Sure enough, the golden lion embodying fury raised its talons upward.
It's coming down.
Wall behind me, ranker in front—no escape, no skills to block.
She'd been toying with me until now, and this was the end.
I still wanted to live, so I gathered my remaining aura atop my head, but it was hopeless. It erases everything anyway.
'Fuck. I'm dead. No way out.'
Thinking instant death the moment it hit, I squeezed my eyes shut—at that exact timing, green aura lit up my vision.
The goddess of salvation really existed.
"What is—?"
『I can't stop!』
"Ugh!"
"What!?"
A familiar voice.
Green aura.
The color symbolizing my friend enveloped the room, as plants wrapped around the golden lion.
"Chang-gi! Sorry, I was super late, right!?"
No! Perfect timing!
So spot-on it felt scripted!!
"Seong-yeon-nim. My apologies. A pervert invaded the guild home, so I was dealing with him. I'll gladly accept punishment for messing up the room, but please let me handle this now."
Grrrrr!!
"Uwoh! Stop! I'll die~!"
Even as Seong-yeon tried to intervene, the golden lion moved.
It tore at the green aura coiling its body, and those shredding talons headed for my nose—but Seong-yeon dashed in front of me to halt it.
"I said stop!"
"Seong-yeon-nim...?"
"Misunderstanding. He's not an intruder—he's my guest, so stop!"
"...Guest?"
The attack halted.
Stunned by the word "guest," the golden lion dissipated into mist.
"What do you mean? I wasn't informed of any such thing."
"Sorry. I meant to tell you this morning, but you looked busy, so I forgot... You were scolding the kids in the hall earlier. I figured you wouldn't come to my room today."
"As if. No matter how busy, would I neglect cleaning? After giving those idiots a pep talk, I came to clean as usual. That's when I ran into this pervert of a man."
"Why the hell did you two fight? It could've been irreversible!"
"Can't you tell by looking?"
Seong-yeon and the Butler Ceres's gazes turned to me.
We were locked in confrontation, her in that ridiculous pose—hand blade extended, bound and blocked by my [bra].
"…………."
"...Chang-gi?"
"Yeah."
"What the heck is that?"
"First off, hear me out. I'm absolutely not a pervert."
"In that getup?"
Ah, fuck off already, please.
"Seong-yeon-nim. Whatever your relationship with this man, he's not someone you should get close to."
Please shut up!!
"I'll tell you exactly what I saw when I entered. This guy had his nose buried in a bra, sniffing it. Like he was checking if his face fit—like he'd shoved his whole head in."
And it's all true, so I can't even deny it!!
"...Really?"
"Yes."
"No way... Why would Chang-gi do something like that?"
Seong-yeon's faith in me, trying to understand even after hearing that, stung my conscience too much.
Fuck. Life sucks balls.
Why do I have to explain this crap to my childhood friend?
"Chang-gi. It's a misunderstanding, right? There's some other circumstance?"
"Y-yeah... So you'll hear me out?"
"Of course. We're that close, aren't we? First, hand me that bra and then explain?"
"O-okay..."
I unwound the bra from her wrist and withdrew my aura.
Just by size, it's no off-the-rack item. Custom-made for sure... A bra probably worth more than my daily wage, and my eyes were glued to it.
"Chang-gi?"
'Ugh, not the time for this.'
I shook my head and sorted my thoughts.
First, clear up this situation—it's a misunderstanding, but not really.
"Go on, pervert. Why were you touching the bra? Panties are scattered too... Were you about to do something unspeakable?"
"You're insane! I said no!"
"Is that the truth?"
"Hey, hey, I said it is, so let's hear him out first. Ceres, stay quiet until I'm done."
"...Yes."
The butler stepped back, and I awkwardly stepped forward to explain.
First, I'd opened the wardrobe to change after getting Seong-yeon's text. Not wearing panties now, I wondered if she'd prepared some there too, so I checked the underwear drawer. Then somehow women's underwear appeared, and I was like, "Does this guy have a cross-dressing fetish!?" so I inspected closely...
(I skipped the sniffing part. Even I knew that was idiotic. Adding it would kill any defense.)
"...Cross-dressing?"
"Ceres. Quiet."
"Mm."
The butler seemed about to say something but held back. Probably looking for a hole in my story.
"Anyway... that's when the vice guild master barged in suddenly. No time to clear things up, she came at me, so I had no choice?"
"Hmm. I see."
Seong-yeon calmed down. Conversely, Ceres looked displeased but obedient to her master's order.
-This is my only shot to shake off the pervert label!!
"Hey, Seong-yeon. My turn to ask. Why were there women's underwear in your room? I was so shocked I thought, 'Is this the guy I know?' and shoved my face in to check."
"Uh, uhh~!? W-wait, before that! Why'd you think I was cross-dressing!?"
"You were drunk yesterday, pulling all sorts of weird shit all day. So I thought, maybe you really have that hobby."
"Ugh... Yeah, I did."
She smacked her own forehead.
Recalling her own pranks, apparently.
In other words, with my own reasoning making the misunderstanding plausible, Seong-yeon awkwardly averted her gaze.
"What's up? You into cross-dressing for real? Nah, it's fine. I get it, so don't worry. We've been apart a while—no biggie if you picked up a hobby."
"Thanks for the understanding tone, but it's not that..."
"Then why was it there?"
"Well..."
Seong-yeon hesitated like she was making excuses.
Suspicious she might lie, I crossed my arms and pressed her—then she suddenly held up the bra in her hand next to herself.
"Huh?"
"Eek!?"
Next to her vice guild master, the butler's chest.
What the hell is going on??
"M-master...?"
"See? It's Ceres's, right?"
"...It is."
The mood turned awkward for a moment.
Why?
Wondering if something went off-rails, I watched as she blinked.
"Yes... It's mine. For now."
For now...?
What does that even mean?
As I puzzled, Seong-yeon clapped to refocus me.
"Yeah! Ceres's stuff! See, perfect fit!?"
She shoved the bra closer. As she said, even over the butler uniform, it matched perfectly. Pressing underwear over clothes was erotic as hell. Embarrassed in this situation, a flush crept over the butler's stoic face.
"...Embarrassing. Even over clothes, please don't stare."
Damn, that's hot.
I was pissed during the fight, but now I wanna forgive her.
"But you said you weren't seeing any girls."
"I'm not. Total solo."
"Then why hold women's underwear—your vice guild master's underwear?"
"That's right! Ceres is moving, so I'm holding her clothes and stuff temporarily!"
Huh?
"Wouldn't you normally box up stuff for a move? Why shove it in your wardrobe?"
"Opposite! The whole wardrobe is Ceres's stuff! That's why it was there! I'll return the whole thing after the move, so no misunderstanding!"
"Still, entrusting a whole wardrobe? That's..."
"Come on~! This is the guild home. We all live together. Her room's not far from mine. Plus, with the big move to the Golden Tower soon, I'm holding her important stuff too!"
"...Yeah, that tracks, I guess?"
"Right?"
It only 'tracked' that far, but I couldn't press more.
Push too hard, and she'd counter with me face-planting the bra.
'It reeked of a woman, though...'
So not Seong-yeon's. She's androgynous, but probably a guy.
'Explanation's shaky, but if it's the butler's bra, it explains her charging at me. Fits that vulgar body perfectly too. Hell, even I was floored—same for her.'
Mutual awkwardness. That's friendship—letting it slide.
Even if she really had a cross-dressing fetish, I'd laugh it off.
"You believe me?"
"More like my line. Who'd guess I'd get called a pervert in your room?"
"Yeah... We almost had a huge problem..."
We both laughed awkwardly—hahaha.
Me, for smoothing over sniffing someone else's bra; her, relieved over whatever she smoothed over—cross-dressing or not.
We both got it, but as friends, we didn't touch it.