Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: That Bitch Is That Bitch? (1)
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"One cutlet and one pork cutlet, please. Extra sauce on both."
"Got it. One cutlet and one pork cutlet!"
After shouting out Joo Na-young's order and starting to cook, Yeon Du—who'd been acting like she wouldn't even talk to me today—sidled up next to me and whispered sharply.
"You two are just spilling beans all over the place."
Where in this conversation?!
"Must be nice, huh? I waited around for you and never even got a boyfriend, but you..."
"Y-Yeon Du. Auntie might hear."
"That's the point. Everyone knew I liked you. Except you, pretending not to notice."
"No, really, I had no idea you liked me like that. I thought you saw me like a real brother..."
"Did you ever see me treat my actual brother like I treat you?"
"Well... no, I guess not."
I recalled how Yeon Du always made sure to feed me the tasty bits first. When Hong-seop asked, 'What about me?' she'd shot back, 'You got no hands?'
Suddenly, Hong-seop seemed so pitiful. That's true sibling love!
"See? Never happened."
Before I could even set aside my pity for her friend, Yeon Du whispered again.
"And after all that waiting, you never even saw me as a girl."
"N-No, Yeon Du. You're super attractive. Pretty face, sweet personality, great at cooking..."
"And?"
"Huh?"
"That's it?"
"Uh, w-well..."
*Zap.*
Why did I suddenly see Yu-ra in Yeon Du? You're supposed to be a good girl—don't grow up like that... Huh? But Yeon Du's actually older than Yu-ra.
"No more charms you can think of?"
Yeon Du was pressing me for an answer! Cornered by her intensity, I racked my brain desperately. Then the soft sensation I'd felt in my hand earlier flashed through my mind, and before I knew it, the words slipped out.
"B-Boobs! Your boobs are big and soft... Ah."
"Huh."
Silence.
"S-Sorry."
"..."
"Really sorry, Yeon Du. I didn't mean to—it just popped into my head naturally... No, that's not it."
"...O-Oppa."
"Y-Yeah?"
"That thing... what do we do about it..."
Yeon Du turned her head, her face beet red. Looking where her gaze had lingered moments ago, I could see my little brother making its presence known energetically, even through my pants.
Second time today already.
"Ugh."
I quickly clamped my legs together, but our faces were already flushed beyond saving.
Just like right after we returned from the break room, words dried up between us. We spent the rest of the day in awkward silence and parted ways.
On the walk home, I smiled briefly recalling the rom-com moment, but then a text from Yeon Du arrived: [Oppa. Am I really no good?] My heart sank.
"Sigh... What do I do with her? Can't just meet up to farm points. Argh!"
No point agonizing over it. Better head home and write or something.
Lately—well, today was the first day, but—I'd picked up a new hobby.
Web novel serialization! Jealous of Nam Hu's success as a novelist, I'd finally dipped a toe into the web novel scene. I'd even done market research over the past few days.
[Crushing Them With My Book.]
[Author, Are You an Extra?]
[Sword God Idol]
[Villainous Young Noble]
Works ranked 1st through 4th in paid serialization.
"Are stories about knowing the future the trend these days?"
Excluding Nam Hu's [Sword God Idol], all three dealt with protagonists getting sucked into novels or games they already knew the endings of.
"Starting in that genre now would be jumping into a red ocean. Need something different."
These were already over 100 chapters in. Plus imitators piling on with similar clichés—it'd get stale fast... or so I'd read on some wiki.
But they shared one thing that'd been popular for over a decade.
All four were modern fantasy. Medieval fantasies with knights and wizards, or wuxia tales of martial masters ordering roast duck at a teahouse—those were yesterday's news!
Stat screens were mandatory. Whether from the start or mid-story power-up, status windows, levels, and skills had to appear. No idea why—just how it was.
And of course, beautiful, unique heroines were a must.
"This is totally me."
Right? As a modern guy, I nailed the first condition. The status screen and skills from my contract with Pomi? Check.
And the attractive female leads.
So-jin, the sweet bitch handing out free close-up pussy pics to ajusshis nationwide!
Yu-ra, the yandere incarnate who might allow cheating but vows to wreck you if caught!
And finally, our house's adorable little fatty Pomi, who you can't help but love despite her constant munching!
Good girls, scary girls, weird girls—a full clam buffet!
"Yeah. This is basically spoon-feeding them."
I just had to write my real-life experiences as they were. No literary talent, but I had the 'reality' they lacked.
"Smells like a masterpiece."
More essay than novel, but who cares? If readers think it's a novel, it is one. Nam Hu did it—why not me? Time to make some money.
I could abuse Invisibility or Essence Absorption to steal or scam women for cash. If conscience bothered me, Pomi and I could play Robin Hood duo, raiding villains' vaults.
But that's exhausting. Always risking exposure. Too many smart, nasty people out there. Better a job I can brag about openly.
"Novelist sounds perfect. Kuuh. Sounds cool."
After tucking in Yu-ra and Pomi, I slipped into the small room. Plugged a USB into Yu-ra's computer from the move and started typing in Notepad.
"From what I saw, porn sells less. Keep Pomi and the girls with name changes, add my humor..."
Genre: heartwarming, humorous all-ages rom-com?
"Title should scream content. Succubus hook's good. 'My Girlfriend Is a Succubus,' 'Succubus Let Me See Stats—And It Was Amazing.' Nah, too otaku."
I jotted down ideas and picked one.
[New Stepsister, Succubus Contractor]
"Perfect. Matches my life spot-on. Feels familiar, but familiar's best."
Titled the Notepad 'Chapter 1' and started typing word by word.
"Hardest part's naming. Mia... just Mia. Yu-ra as Yuri. So-jin stays So-jin. Yeon Du... Du-na, so Sena? Ah, but what about today's confession? Can't reveal Pomi, Yu-ra, So-jin too."
Shaking off the distraction, I recalled from the day I first met Pomi.
"Right, that day. Botched interview, drank with Jung-jun. Ugh, that interviewer bitch. Infuriating. Wait, now I have skills—could get revenge? Pop into her office during work hours and fuck her brains out?"
Sounds like a solid idea. Not happened yet, but great episode. Note it: Fuc...k inter...viewer bitch... at her company.
Tap, tap-tap, tap.
Lost track of time pounding the keyboard. Since it was real events, the words flowed easily.
Deep into writing, I heard the toilet flush, followed by toddling footsteps.
"Uung... Joo-yong? Whatcha doo-in?"
Pomi rubbed her sleepy eyes and waddled into the small room. I quickly minimized Notepad.
"Oh, nothing much."
Not bad stuff, but showing her my writing felt embarrassing. This must be how Nam Hu felt, never revealing his title. His was plenty shameful.
No response, so I glanced over—Pomi was nodding off.
"Ung... snoo..."
Cute smacking sounds.
"Back to bed, Pomi."
"Kuu... carry meee?"
"Total baby."
I scooped her up, laid her next to Yu-ra, and returned to the small room.
"Where was I... Ah, right."
Tap, tap-tap, tap-tap.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The next day, early morning.
To keep my promise to clear So-jin's spider web, I headed to her place near dawn. Told Yu-ra I was absorbing essence on the street.
Using the spare key So-jin gave me, I unlocked the first-floor iron gate and punched in the third-floor door lock code.
"Uncle, you here?"
So-jin peeked out from her room, spotted me, and scampered over to link arms.
"Can't you take off that mask?"
"Persistent, huh? Told you no. If you hate it, wear a blindfold."
"Too stuffy."
"See?"
Groping her ass firmly as she grumbled, I headed to her room.
She'd complained about keeping her eyes closed, so I bought her a blindfold. She used it a few times, then whined it was stuffy.
Ended up with me wearing the mask. Guess her 'stuffiness' excuse was just wanting to see my face.
FYI, 'Yu-ra's First Time' exposed my face in video, but no other faces made yet—so So-jin only saw the masked me.
"Seriously, if my husband finds out, I'm dead."
"I won't let on~"
"Why you talking casual to your uncle?"
"Won't let onnn. Just show your face once? Pleeease?"
"Then what? Gonna report me?"
"Ugh, same old line. Maybe I will report you for real!"
"What kinda bitch are you? Gotta get to work, so hurry and film."
Pulling out my phone, she glared at me through the mask.
"Got me locked down, huh! ...But uncle, what do you do for work?"
Ignoring her chatter, she kept yapping, so I answered.
"Food industry. Happy?"
"For real? Ooh~ Chef? Sizzle sizzle?"
"Not that good... Fine, I'll cook for you sometime."
"Hehe. So what're we filming today? You're popular on the site lately?"
"That's your popularity."
So-jin giggled, then clapped her palms together like she'd remembered something.
"Oh yeah! Uncle, you see our school's video?"
"What? Yeondae Pping-nyeo?"
"Ugh. Didn't know we had such fierce rivals. Uncle, come to our school next time? Can't let our couple lose."
"Our couple?"
Her eyes burned with determination. Classic senior pride.
"Let's film today's first."
"You weren't kidding?"
"Nope. Strip, get on all fours."
Moments later, phone in hand, I spoke to the prone So-jin.
"Filming now?"
"We really gotta?"
"Why so shy? You wanted a video."
"Not this kinda thinggg."
"You puppy-texted fine. Matches your nickname too."
Mentioning her 'woof woof' texts, she pouted.
"Pfft, same?"
*Squish.*
"Ah! Ow, Uncle! Warn a girl! Ngh, ah, ha."
"Recording—face forward! Can't show it."
Moving my hips slowly, I leaned the phone toward my mouth.
"Today, training So-jin. Bark for us, So-jin. You're a bitch, right?"
"Ahh, seriously."
So-jin hesitated, then opened her mouth.
"Ahng! Ahh, woof! Woof! Hng, hehe."
She started barking like a dog in time with my thrusts.
"Why laugh, hehe, why're you laughing?!"
Her giggling set me off too.
"Ah, it's funnyyy. You're laughing too. What even is this!"
"Self? And oh ho. Puppy talks now?"
"You asked! Ahng, woof! Woo, hehe. Woof!"
"No laughing? Hehehe."
*Slap!*
"Ow! Woof woof!"
"Say your lines."
"No talking, but lines now?"
*Slap!*
"Eek? Okayyy. S-So-jin is, hng, ahng, ah, Uncle's personal bitchh. Woof! Woo, woof! Hehng."
*Thud, thud thud.*
Her silky hair swaying softly, slender neckline flowing to her pale back and dipped waist. Plump ass and the joining point.
Capturing her dynamic rear line slamming *paang, paang* on camera.
"Okay. Looking pretty. Ahh."
"Ahng. Uncle, woof! Woo, woo, haa! Ah, Uncle. W-What do? Ah!"
Her knees trembled inward barely after insertion.
"Already? So-jin's getting sluttier."
"Ah, Uncle's dick too good, ah, aaah! Your fault, Uncle. Ahng, euhh, take responsibility! Nng, you're why I'm like this!"
"What? You were always slutty. Take it! Take it!"
Close-up of the massive pillar plunging in her pussy.
"So-jin, Uncle's cock that tasty?"
"Ahng, ahk. Y-Yes! Uncle's cock yummy. Love you, Uncleee! S-Stop a sec. Eut, euhh."
Ignoring her, I thrust harder. White foam bubbled at the connection, caught raw on camera.
"Man, phone cams are insane now. Even So-jin's squirting clear as day."
"Aaah! Uncle! Love you! Lovve youuu!"
"Love you too, So-jin. Ungh. Cover your face, roll this way."
I flipped the collapsing So-jin onto her back atop the blanket, spreading her legs wide. Her lower belly heaved cutely with each breath.
"Cover your own face. Uncle sucks at editing."
*Squish, squish.*
"Ahng, aaang!"
"Look at that pretty swollen clit."
"Ahng, Uncleee."
I pinned her wriggling hips from above.
"Slutty girl."
*Plunge, plunge.*
"Agh! Uncle! Uncle! Aaah! W-Wait a sec!"