Chapter 74
Chapter 74
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 74
Chapter Title: The Legendary Virgin Bitch Cultivation Manual
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I watched as Choi Yang dropped to her knees.
Her expression didn't give away everything she was thinking,
but deep inside, I could practically hear the screams of her rationality crying out, "This is insane—run away now!"
Yet her body didn't budge.
My perverted gaze and Yura's spread legs right in front of her had nailed her to that spot in reality.
Her movements were noticeably awkward.
Like someone with no clue what to do, her outstretched hand wandered lost in the air.
Every motion felt unnatural, mechanical.
As I watched, I spotted the faint smirk playing on Yura's lips.
That mocking smile only made Choi Yang's clumsiness feel even more pathetic.
Finally, she lowered her head, but there was no desire or intent in the gesture.
It just looked like a clumsy imitation driven by the compulsion that she had to do it.
Her tightly shut eyes and fluttering eyelashes proved her inexperience to me.
Her fumbling movements suddenly halted.
And when they resumed, I noticed the change right away.
It wasn't reluctant pretense anymore.
The awkwardness and clumsiness vanished, replaced by an eerie level of focus.
She opened her eyes.
She was... enjoying this.
No, not enjoying—more like treating it as a "task" she was determined to "clear" perfectly.
She observed Yura's reactions, adjusting her own movements to match every tiny tremble.
Once she'd finished everything, Choi Yang slowly lifted her head.
Her lips glistened with my traces, but her eyes were astonishingly clear and resolute.
No sign of the earlier confusion or humiliation.
She looked straight up at me, utterly composed—like a lead engineer who'd just wrapped up a massive project—checking for the next assignment.
"I sucked it all up. Now I just need to suck your dick, right, boss?"
Whoa.
A shiver raced through my entire body.
My heart plummeted like a stone, the impact massive.
That wasn't just a question.
It wasn't submission.
This was... awakening.
The report of the most competent player, having flawlessly completed her assigned task and requesting the next phase.
I witnessed it.
The moment the shell of an ordinary convenience store clerk cracked open, and the "legend" finally awoke.
My chest pounded wildly.
This was it—the birth of the Virgin Bitch I'd craved so desperately.
"........."
I nodded at Choi Yang's words.
Now that I'd confirmed her "awakening," there was no reason to hesitate.
Choi Yang knelt before me as I stood, staring up intently.
A smile curved her lips—the grin of an ace player who'd just grasped the rules of a new game.
Like a character fresh out of some depraved web novel or erotic tale, she spoke in crisp, deliberate tones.
"Boss's precious 'holy water'... Choi Yang's mouth is fully prepared to receive every last drop. Please, fill this lowly body of mine with all of you."
I let her lead, surrendering to the flow.
This pleasure was utterly different from the "weird" connection with Yura or the "warm" comfort from Chaewon.
But honestly, once her "service" began,
it straight-up sucked.
No soft, melting technique like Chaewon's to dissolve a man,
no ravenous hunger like Yura's to devour everything.
Her tongue poked stiffly at my tip, clueless on how to work it,
her brow furrowed like a student tackling a tough exam, every nerve focused on her lips and jaw.
She just shoved it in her mouth and sucked noisily like an ice pop, slurping away without finesse.
Technically, it was the worst.
And yet...
Precisely because of that, I was losing my mind.
This clumsiness, this amateurishness—it was the surest proof she was truly a "first-timer."
Her mouth spouting filthy lines while her body had no idea what to do: the perfect discord.
Her mind had become a Bitch, but her body was still a Virgin.
How ideal was that?
Right before my eyes, my theory—my "Cultivation Manual"—was manifesting as a raw gemstone brimming with infinite potential, rough but priceless.
When it all finally ended, I plunged into a post-nut clarity deeper and clearer than ever before.
It was as if I could see every market trend, every law of the universe at a glance.
The moment the awakened Virgin Bitch unlocked a new realm.
I gazed down at the "raw gemstone" before me.
The next chapter of the "Virgin Bitch Cultivation Manual" flashed in my mind.
It stated that a pet who completes her task must receive a fitting "reward."
I gently stroked Choi Yang's kneeling head, conveying my approval.
"Good girl, Choi Yang. Stand up."
At my words, she obediently rose.
I reached for her clothes.
T-shirt, jeans, bra... her garments fell to the floor one by one.
At first, Choi Yang's face was just bored indifference.
"One more to go? They say the first time hurts... How much will it hurt?"
Her eyes floated detached, like a third-party spectator.
That cynical mask shattered the instant my fingers hooked the waistband of her last white cotton panties.
Gulp.
Her slender throat bobbed hard with tension.
Only as her final defense vanished did reality crash over her.
I slowly pulled her panties down.
Choi Yang's revealed body exceeded my expectations.
She was slim, but not scrawny—worlds apart.
Years of dance practice had toned her thighs and calves with firm, subtle muscles.
Unlike her slender limbs, her hips boasted surprising volume.
Her modestly perky breasts on that small frame retained their untouched freshness.
And the secret garden my gaze reached.
At its center—fitting her cynical personality, or perhaps her idol trainee self-discipline—
neatly trimmed pubic hair formed a straight line.
I was impressed.
I'd thought she was an uncut gemstone, but it was already basically cut—a top-grade diamond ready to shine.
Now, not a thread clung to her body.
She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for everything.
But instead of pouncing, I picked up the small velvet box beside me.
"Open your eyes, Choi Yang."
She blinked open slowly, puzzled.
I opened the box in front of her.
Inside lay something her cynical imagination couldn't have predicted.
Beneath fluffy white fur, a sparkling jeweled steel plug gleamed seductively.
A fox-tail anal plug, made for the ass.
"Your 'reward' for passing the first trial."
"......What... is this?"
"The mark of the 'seal' that will protect your purity."
I grinned and preached my "miracle logic" to her once more.
"Your 'first time' is still intact. Until this body is perfectly 'remodeled' according to my theory, that place stays sealed. This tail is the proof of that seal—and the first sign that you're my 'partner.'"
Choi Yang's face was total confusion.
She'd braced for painful penetration, and this was what?
This madman's mind was utterly unpredictable.
I moved behind her, pressing the cold plug to her ass crack.
"Now, accept your first mark."
I moved behind her, pressing the cold plug to her ass crack.
This was a custom order from a special shop my master recommended.
A high-tech anal plug controllable via remote on the collar she'd wear later, with adjustable vibrations.
I touched the spade-shaped tip lightly to her anus entrance.
The moment the cold, hard metal met skin, her small, firm ass twitched in a spasm.
A tiny "Hngh," escaped her lips.
"Now, accept your first mark."
Sensing not resistance but instinctive trembling at the unknown, I pushed the plug in slowly but firmly all the way.
Finally, a lush white fox tail adorned her ass.
Like an artist adding the final flourish to a masterpiece, I savored the sight with a satisfied smile.
She was no longer just naked.
She was my third "creation," marked with the ultimate high-tech shackle proving ownership.
As I nodded contentedly at my work,
crack! A sharp impact hit the back of my head.
"What the—?"
Whirling around in shock, Han Yura glared at me with icy eyes.
"Ah, fuck... why'd you hit me, you psycho bitch!"
"'Cause you deserved it, you moron."
Yura's voice wasn't her usual snark—it brimmed with genuine anger.
"No, you lunatic. Even with our thing going, this is too much for a virgin."
"Tch... This is just per our fair contract..."
I mumbled excuses, but flinched when she raised her hand again.
Yura shot me a pitiful look and continued.
"We're all crazy bitches and bastards, sure. But there's a bare minimum line. She doesn't know shit yet. What you're doing isn't 'training'—it's just venting, you psychopath."
She jerked her chin at Choi Yang.
Choi Yang stood there grotesquely naked with a fox tail, silently watching it all.
Her expression was unreadable.
Was she taking my side?
Or pissed that her territory was invaded?
Her cynical brain was surely spinning to calculate this new variable.
Yura pressed on.
"You're freaking out over that Helios mess where someone died, right?"
The living room air froze solid.
"What the hell? Investments are on the investor—no one's fault! Why drag up old shit here?"
"Bullshit, you idiot. I know you're acting extra deranged 'cause that incident's eating at you."
"......"
I glared back at her scorn, irritation boiling, but words failed me, so I clamped my mouth shut.
"Dead guy's dead, we're us. How many suicides in crypto anyway?"
"......"
"Someone died in our game? Yeah, feels shitty to me too. But that doesn't make it okay to take it out on someone else."
"......"
"Come on, ease up. Please?"
Her voice went beyond anger, laced with exhaustion.
Fucking hell... she always leaves me speechless.
I finally bowed my head.
Yura nodded at Choi Yang again. The girl, still naked with her fox tail, had been hanging on every word.
Beneath her cynical mask, hidden "fear" flickered in her eyes.
Yura sighed deeply and tossed Choi Yang's clothes from the floor roughly.
"Put your clothes on first. You'll catch a cold."
Her tone stayed cold,
but it carried a weird tribal bond, or at least minimal protection for her own kind.
Choi Yang silently gathered and dressed.
I realized it then.
This "Bluesky" was my kingdom, but not just mine.
It held the ghost of Helios—a dark past even I couldn't handle yet—and their own invisible rules.
The living room air hung heavy and cold.
All I wanted was to rake in cash, succeed flashy, fuck girls to my heart's content...
Why the hell was everything so damn complicated? My head throbbed.