Chapter 22
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: Compare Them
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"Woman's intuition says that bitch is approaching you with impure intentions."
"Did something happen between you two?"
"Why would a high-ranking Hunter Agency official bother with a C-Rank? Even top hunters hardly get to see her face."
"But why are you talking like there's some grudge?"
Nayeong only got foul-mouthed around comfortable people like me.
Calling Cha Yona—who she'd never even met—"that bitch" felt off.
"The Hunter Agency is the enemy of hunters. They talk about coexistence and protecting hunter rights, but they're too busy hoarding information and lining their own pockets. The four major guilds are in on it too, leading the charge in squeezing hunters dry. Cha Yona's right at the center of that shitty cartel. You get why I hate them now, right?"
It was a very Nayeong-like reaction, dead serious about justice.
She chugged her beer with a face that said she didn't even want to think about it.
The mood was getting heavy, so I chimed in.
"I thought 'impure intentions' meant something else."
"Like what?"
"Like she fell for me or something."
Her hand froze mid-air while cracking open a beer can.
Her expression was priceless, the kind I'd want to snap a pic of and stare at forever.
"You crazy bastard, go look in a mirror before you talk."
I glanced in the mirror. An ultra-handsome guy grinned back at me.
"I'm fucking gorgeous, though?"
Nayeong made a face that couldn't be put into words.
"If that's handsome, then I'm Oh Yeonseo, you blockhead."
Oh Yeonseo was every twenty-something woman's idol, so her name slipped out naturally.
My eyes drifted down to Nayeong's chest without thinking.
Oh Yeonseo's words about letting me touch popped into my head.
Sensing my gaze, Nayeong scowled.
"Where are you looking?"
I muttered without realizing.
This is all testosterone's fault.
"Size and shape are better than Oh Yeonseo's... Feels like they'd be softer to touch... Nipples..."
"What the hell are you saying? You drunk?"
She was suddenly covering her chest and glaring at me.
Normally, I'd wave it off, but not this time.
A hot surge rose from below my dantian, just like with Oh Yeonseo.
A mix of possessiveness and dominance took over my words.
It led me to say something light-years from my usual self.
"Is complimenting your tits really that bad? I said they're bigger and better shaped than Oh Yeonseo's—that's a praise, right? She's your idol. And your face: Oh Yeonseo looks like that all dolled up, but you're bare-faced right now. Fix yourself up, and you won't lose to her."
Clunk~
The beer can hit the floor.
Her eyes widened like they might pop out too.
"Wha-wha-what? You crazy bastard! Better shape than Oh Yeonseo? You've seen her tits? Have you?!"
"Yeah, I have. Squeezed them too."
Testosterone overload makes you blurt without thinking.
The room froze like time had stopped.
She was stammering incoherently, so I pressed first.
"Yesterday, we cleared a Blue Gate together..."
I told her everything from the B-04 Gate.
Contracting with the spirits, squeezing her chest to seal the rift, beating the slime—her expressions shifted so much, I'd kill for photos.
"...That's it. No way it's a lie. Why would I make shit like this up to you?"
She stared at the ceiling silently, sighed, and cracked a new beer.
Finish the one you dropped, you idiot.
She gulped it down, let out a satisfied "Ah~," and slammed the can on the table.
"So you contracted with three Great Spirits, groped Oh Yeonseo to pass on the power, and she gave you her number to touch the other one too."
"One Great Spirit was from the gate we did together. The other two were this time."
"It's so absurd I don't even feel like doubting it. How'd my Woojin end up like this?"
"I've got Yin Energy and contracted Great Spirits—what's so bad about that?"
"That's the problem! Are you an alien? Spider bite? Super serum? Why you, all of a sudden?!"
"How should I know? I'm dying to know why this shit keeps happening to me!"
I really was curious.
No complaints about the power.
First time since my pro dreams died that my heart was racing.
But why me?
I'm no hero or superhero material.
Just an average Joe whose goal after giving up was to eat well and live easy.
"Fuck. I'm busting my ass, still C-Rank... Why don't opportunities like that come my way?!"
Oh Yeonseo was the same.
Sacrificing womanly joys for gates, yet the Great Spirits went to me.
Nayeong must feel the same now.
[I can fix that dissatisfaction for you, Master.]
'Fix it? How?'
[Your powers aren't just for showing off yourself. You can pass on both Yin Energy and the Great Spirit marks. Find women with potential and bestow them. They'll naturally become yours.]
'Make a harem or something?'
[Great idea—harem. Gates would love it if you paraded around a bunch of talented women.]
'Yeah, right.'
I chuckled despite myself, but it was tempting.
If the gates chose them, they'd all be top-tier.
Imagine them clinging to me?
Starting with chests now, but later... even rougher stuff with Oh Yeonseo?
"Why the creepy grin? It's annoying."
I could do that to Nayeong too.
She reacted to my Yin Energy—gates chose her.
"Drink up! First one to drop buys the next round—I'll kill you!"
Guessing she planned to drown her frustration in booze.
"Haa, sorry for snapping. It wasn't your fault, I just got mad for no reason."
Alcohol loosened her tongue for apologies she never gave sober.
"You're... not bad-looking. Nice body too..."
And compliments she never gave sober.
"If it were you... hic! I'd be okay with it... No joke, fuck!"
And crazy shit she never said sober.
I was pretty wasted too.
The case I'd saved for later was already gone.
Mood high, she fetched the premium liquor I'd been hoarding.
We went back and forth, spilling drunken truths.
Handsome, great body, dick probably huge, how often you jerk, you horny bitch—her sex talk broke all limits.
I fired back: big tits, perky?, tried a dildo?, tough keeping that hymen intact.
"So... hic! Felt good?"
"What?"
"Groping Oh Yeonseo's tits."
"Fucking amazing. Her skin... just thinking about it gets me hard. Bounce was unreal. Regret not sucking the nipples, for real."
We'd definitely had a lot.
I could've brushed it off, but added vivid details.
Not the nicest for a fellow woman to hear.
"Fuck, if it's that good, why compare to me? She's leagues better!"
"Who said that? Shape holds up fine. Don't trust my eyes?"
She glared seriously, eyes bulging.
Thought she was too drunk to focus, but she stared intently.
Her "what?" face prompted me.
"Don't believe me? Let me touch. I'll judge accurately."
Expected her to dodge with "crazy bastard."
"Fine, then."
Huh?
"Touch and tell me exactly."
What?
Should've stopped her.
She played drunk, timed it, then pounced when I slipped.
I said it first—no backing out.
"What? Touch them. Why? Regretting it now?"
She provoked with half-lidded eyes.
Thought it was drunken bravado, but her face confirmed it.
Oh Yeonseo talk pissed her off—she was seducing me.
Clumsily, too.
She stroked her snowy thighs, rubbing her legs.
Sleeveless top showed off their prominent presence.
She dressed sloppy, but objectively stunning.
And now, defenselessly offering them up.
"You said touch."
"Yeah. How many times I gotta say it? Scared?"
She upped the ante.
Don't regret it later.
I shoved my hand under her sleeveless top and grabbed her left tit in one go.
Like Oh Yeonseo, something on the left one?
"Kyaa! S-suddenly...!"
She grabbed my shoulders, glaring murderously.
"You said touch."
"You fucker, I thought outside! Why shove in?!"
"You moron. How else to compare? I groped Oh Yeonseo under her clothes?"
"Th-that..."
"Shut up and make a slutty face. Oh Yeonseo panted for me."
"You're insane! Why would I..."
"Won't feel right otherwise. You wanted accurate comparison."
Now she tried stopping.
Absurd, but the situation trapped her—no flat refusal.
Told you you'd regret.
"Hurry. Eyes half-lidded already. Open your mouth, moan."
"Fuck, need to be turned on to moan. Just grabbing won't do it."
Ho, wants to get excited?
Beat around the bush for kneading.
Permission granted—time to really work it.