Chapter 559
Chapter 559
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 559
Chapter Title: Chapter 559 - #115_생존신고(3)
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 559
Chapter Title: Survival Report (3)
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1.
A little further back in time, to the point when Si-woo still hadn't finished writing all his letters.
While he was busy filming and recording every corner of the submarine, Lurye had stopped by her kingdom and completed the ordeal.
She had declared she'd work hard from now on, but heading into the ordeal with legs still trembling from their lovey-dovey romp in bed was, of course, all part of her own calculations.
"Truly genius!"
Not only had a brilliant idea occurred to her, but she'd made considerable progress in today's ordeal, leaving Lurye in high spirits.
Having steeled herself for battle and lasted a full ten minutes, under normal circumstances, she'd have bragged about it to Si-woo for at least a hundred.
But Lurye wasn't hurrying back to the cabin to boast about her ordeal's results.
It was to set a trap.
The targets of that trap were Shin Si-woo's lovers—the ones who, even after he'd become the king of the Nukelavi Kingdom, couldn't forget him and kept asking for contact.
She'd felt jealousy at first, but Lurye quickly regained her fighting spirit and hatched a plan for retaliation.
"There can't possibly be any witch more alluring than I."
The queen above all under heaven, unique and supreme among all people—Lurye wasn't so fragile as to waver at the appearance of mere rivals.
On the contrary, she'd resolved to send a very special message via express delivery to the lover who was doubtlessly waiting around, sucking on her finger.
"Preparation OK."
Lurye checked the condition of the old cassette tape recorder.
She'd previously acquired two recorders and a box of blank tapes as spoils of war, but with no use for them, they'd been shoved into storage as dead weight.
Si-woo had taken one to record his voice for his lovers, leaving this one in Lurye's hands.
"I'll teach you just how brutal it is to challenge a queen!"
Lurye tucked the recorder into her coat pocket and opened the door.
Under the lamp, tendrils of cigarette smoke wafted lazily.
Si-woo was scribbling away at his letters, pen in hand.
Beside him sat what looked like dozens of densely filled sheets of paper.
She'd seen him finish the recordings by lunchtime, which meant he'd been at the letters nonstop ever since.
Lurye felt a twinge of dismay.
She'd thought writing letters would take just one or two hours—what on earth was he putting down, and how much of it?
"Still writing those letters?"
"Yes. There are a lot of people I need to reach."
Curiosity burned in Lurye, but she didn't stoop to peeking or begging to see them—that would've been tacky.
Such behavior would only prove a lack of confidence.
"How many lovers does one need for it to take this long? Your hand must ache."
She already knew it wasn't just one, so she perched on the bed and asked.
Casually, she slipped off her coat with the recorder inside and hung it by the bedside.
"Five."
"Hmm, five..."
Lurye nodded vaguely at Si-woo's sheepish reply.
But as she replayed his words in her mind, she caught the utterly unbelievable number buried in there.
"Wait—you said five?"
"That's right."
Lurye's face twisted into one of sheer absurdity.
From his skill in bed, she'd figured he was quite the casanova.
But five? That was enough lovers to field a basketball team.
Lurye let out a snort of laughter.
It was too ridiculous to take as truth.
"Your jokes have gotten better. I almost fell for it there."
But seeing Si-woo's wry smile without a word, her expression hardened.
Was that the face of someone joking?
No.
Shin Si-woo wasn't the type to indulge in such lame humor to begin with.
"...Not a joke? How can a man..."
"Well, it just sort of happened that way."
"Hah..."
Lurye felt a surge of exasperation.
Her head spun faintly.
For all her brimming confidence, one or two was one thing—but five changed the equation entirely.
One man surrounded by that many women? His world had to be a blood-soaked battlefield.
As she'd said before, Lurye had unshakable faith in her own allure, so throwing herself into the fray held no terror.
Who was Lurye Nukelavi?
The Deep Sea Witch, inheritor of the 23rd Hierarchy's stigma.
Even if his lovers bared their fangs and came at her for real, she could just knock them flat.
Once she overcame the ordeal, they wouldn't stand a chance against her in raw power anyway.
But what if a powerful upstart kingdom threw its weight into a war among minor realms?
The small nations would declare a truce, form an alliance, and turn their sights on containing Lurye's kingdom.
And if they realized she was a mighty archwitch and imposed their own rules that sidelined brute force entirely, her side—outnumbered—could find itself at a disadvantage.
Even Lurye found that prospect a touch burdensome.
"Fine. There's that saying about heroes and their harems, after all. Not sure if you're one, mind you."
"Haha..."
Which made preemptive measures all the more essential.
Much as she hated to admit it, those vixens had gotten to Si-woo first and were basking in affection and attention beyond their station.
Power games began with clashes of spirit.
Demonstrating irrefutable superiority would solidify her position.
Besides, she wanted to issue those vixens a clear declaration of war.
To claim she felt no jealousy at all would be a lie—so why not pay them back like this?
Thus did Lurye justify her trap to herself.
Objectively speaking, it was an unethical IED, proceeding without Si-woo's consent and all.
"So, very busy?"
"Just wrapping up. Had dinner?"
"Not yet."
"Shall we head to the dining area, then?"
Its true nature: a tape recording their heated tryst, to be slipped unnoticed into the items he was sending his lovers.
"No, I haven't prepared dinner for tonight."
"Skipping it today?"
"Yes."
Every sound was already being captured live.
But there were points of caution.
For one, she absolutely couldn't come across as the clingy one—or as the one initiating.
Since she was set on turning their worlds upside down, maximum salting required Si-woo to be the one begging.
"Come here a moment."
"Sure."
Shin Si-woo rose from his chair and approached with casual ease, no suspicions.
Calming her pounding heart, Lurye whispered at a volume the recorder wouldn't pick up, right by his ear.
"I've finished the ordeal."
"Today?"
"Shh!"
Lurye frantically gestured for quiet.
Si-woo simply nodded without prying further.
He had a real knack for playing along.
"I'll challenge it again tomorrow."
"Ah..."
Seeming to understand at last, he nodded—and Lurye quietly undid her shirt buttons.
Si-woo's eyes went wide, utterly caught off guard.
Exposing bare skin still embarrassed her to no end, but this was no time for grand schemes to falter on mere shyness.
Lurye squeezed her eyes shut and bared her chest.
No bra on, so her unexpectedly ample breasts thrust pertly into view.
"So suddenly..."
"What's sudden about it...? Didn't we agree on this in the shower today...?"
"We did, but..."
Flustered or not, Lurye spotted the slow swell at the front of his pants.
Feeling her own heartbeat accelerate, she reaffirmed her resolve.
It wasn't enough for Si-woo to pounce first.
Conveying that she was leisurely toying with him was crucial too.
If she let out cries like before—"I yield! Enough already!"—they'd just scoff, "Pfft, what a pushover in bed."
But if she kept it slow and plush like last night, she could control it just fine.
"Lie down. Tonight, I'll specially take the top and move for you..."
As they fumbled each other's clothes off, their lips met in a soft brush.
2.
Lewd sounds leaked from the radio cassette deck they'd gone to some trouble to obtain.
Hot sighs spilling from the Deep Sea Witch's lips, after a few exchanges with Si-woo.
Soon, sweet lip smacks mingled as the bed gave a light creak.
Sounds of clothes rumpling and wet squelches began to swell.
Eloa, Sharon, and Amelia all knew exactly what throes produced those nasal tones.
An act befitting this hotel—raw breaths from man and woman entangled, beyond anyone's control.
Moans that tickled the throat no matter how hard one tried to stifle them.
From context, Si-woo was oblivious to the recording.
And given the solo packaging, it looked like the Deep Sea Witch had shipped it on her own initiative.
In truth, up until the initial back-and-forth dialogue, the three had spun various theories.
But once the steamy audio porn kicked in, they all wore looks of utter bewilderment.
"Uh..."
Sharon gaped, unable to close her mouth.
"Hmph..."
Eloa swallowed a deep sigh and rubbed at her eyes.
"......"
Amelia fidgeted restlessly, at a loss for how to react.
As Si-woo and the Deep Sea Witch's sex tape grew ever more intense, Sharon stole glances around before finally speaking up.
"Should we... turn it off?"
"Leave it. She didn't send a tape like this for no reason."
"...Still, let's pause it. I'm not mentally ready yet..."
"Heeeut...! Ang... Even for you... this is so weird..."
*Click!*
Sharon hit the stop button, cutting the moan short.
In its place, a heavy silence settled over the room.
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