Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: D-Day (1)
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Han Cheol-yong exhaled the cigarette smoke he had deeply drawn into his lungs.
"Is everything going well?"
"We've confirmed that demonic energy is superior to yin energy. There are side effects, but nothing beyond our expectations."
"Now we just need to pull it out beyond the gate."
There were a few side effects, like mental derangement and murderous impulses, but they had succeeded in implanting demonic energy into a hunter's body.
A lethal skill that deformed parts of the body surpassed the unique skills of yin energy.
Han Cheol-yong's goal was to create human weapons capable of wielding demonic energy even outside the gate.
"I wondered why a geezer who could aim for the presidency was wasting away in some guild."
"Women don't get it. The potential locked inside hunters and gates. If I can crush this under my heel... President of Korea? That's chump change."
"Not president, but emperor?"
"Emperor, eh? Not a bad ring to it. To rule over the weak, you need a throne like that."
"I'm looking forward to it. What the world under your rule will look like."
"When that day comes, I'll put you right at the top. The seat next to mine."
The cult leader responded to Han Cheol-yong's words with an ambiguous smile.
I'd planned to charge straight at them the moment they emerged from the cult, but they weren't in any position to move recklessly either.
"The elder faction centered around the cult leader and the subsidiary executives are all in bed together. Throw in the Gangnam and Busan branch leaders, and you're set."
Yang Taesik, the boss of the Gangbuk faction, laid out the power players in the Gate Cult.
It was intel he'd scraped together by kissing up to the Gangbuk branch leader.
"Even if you lumped together every other Seoul branch, they couldn't touch Gangnam. So the cult leader babies Gangnam and lets the rest slide as long as they don't screw up big."
That amounted to granting autonomy to Gangdong, Gangseo, and Gangbuk.
The sub-branches below were mostly cell structures anyway—the cult couldn't micromanage them all.
"The Gangbuk branch leader's a money-grubbing pig, easy to handle. He won't have breathed a word of this hit to the cult. That way he pockets everything."
"With two fixers vanished, you think the cult will sit idle?"
"He'll bury it as long as he can, then cry 'accident' when cornered. Even if they smell something fishy, they won't purge him outright. The tithes flowing up from Gangbuk are no joke."
"So he stays put until we slot in our own guy to take over."
"Exactly. No one knows Gangbuk inside out like the current branch leader."
We'd clash eventually, but this bought us time to scout the cult.
The cult still had no clue that Nayeong and I had been inside the gate.
"Fine for us, but your daughter? The cult will know about that incident."
"Tucked her away somewhere off the radar. Filed a missing persons report too, so we're good for now."
She was recovering in one of their enemy-hiding spots.
When it came to tracking down or vanishing people, the Gangbuk faction rivaled the cult.
I floated starting a guild, and he offered to front the entire setup cost.
Of course, he was all in on acquiring Mito Guild too.
We'd hash it out with their guild master.
"About the guild master—how do you know industry gossip so cold while running a guild like that?"
"I worked in Vermilion Bird Guild's intel division before my little sis awakened. Turns out the folks I networked with are industry heavyweights. They still ping me."
Vermilion Bird Guild was the juggernaut led by Oh Mihee, the nation's sweetheart actress.
Beyond the guild, they ran JJ Entertainment, packed with celebs anyone would recognize.
"One of the Big Four guilds. Why bail? For your sis?"
"Yeah. Mijeong was contracted there originally, but some bad shit went down, so we bounced together. No clue on the details."
She looked reluctant to spill, so I didn't pry.
Eh, living together, it'd come out naturally.
"Heading to the Hunter Agency tomorrow afternoon for my license renewal. And..."
She fidgeted with her fingers, picking her words.
The peach flush on her cheeks was tempting enough to sink teeth into.
"Come over at night. Our... promise."
Ah.
D-Day.
Back home, I crammed the scribbles from internet sages.
The key is lips. Tons of newbies slam tongue on pussy first—big mistake. Lips matter more than tongue.
Dudes shoving tongue inside? Women say it fucking hurts. Virgins especially—that's certified moron move.
Swipe long from the lower lips upward. When she's turned on, clit pops out—that's your target. Trap it between upper and lower lips, and her moans get pathetic.
Tongue fine for clit, but teeth? Instant kick to the balls. Don't pull dumb shit just 'cause you're hyped.
I read them over a few times, then savored the prized collection's blowjob scenes.
Mint control and mental rehearsal fuel.
The great spirit had zero interest in human fucking—didn't even comment.
[Waste of time. Even indirect practice like this is useless.]
But she perked up at these.
[Who teaches the emperor this crap? Anonymous internet drivel, no less.]
'They say he's bedded tons of women.'
[Anyone can brag. Could be some solo loser spewing headcanon after jerking to porn.]
Did she sneak onto forums behind my back?
Why so damn sharp?
Spelled out in detail, sure—but truth? Hell if I know.
Wouldn't until I tasted pussy myself.
[Time for this? Lie down and visualize instead. Tomorrow's pussy—what shape, color, scent, what'll drip out. Imagination ain't just for authors.]
Even canned wisdom started sounding legit.
Hundred reads no match for one lick—seeing beats hearing.
Way hotter to fantasize Nayeong's pussy raw and unleash tomorrow.
Powered down the PC and hit the sack.
How to part those legs, clit timing, sneak an anal lick? Guzzle the juices? Drifted off mid-thought.
Dreamt trapped in a crevice barely wide enough for one soul, no escape.
Nayeong's face as she opened the door was surprisingly serene.
She'd griped every time I brought up licking, but D-Day hit and she'd surrendered it all.
Grabbed canned beers from the fridge.
"Drink first, yeah?"
"Sure. Hand me one."
Booze slayed awkward vibes.
"Kaa~ hits the spot."
Didn't peg her for chugging three back-to-back.
"Live long enough, and Woojin licks my pussy."
"Ditto. Never thought I'd lick yours."
"First time?"
"Yeah."
"No exes?"
"Dated short-term, but never pussy-licking serious."
"Fucking psycho. 'Pussy-licking relationship'?"
"The kind where I crave it bad. Quit sports, did college, army, jobs, civil service prep—no shot at a girl like that."
"Hmmm... so I'm lick-worthy?"
"Yeah."
No second's pause.
Waffling now? Disrespect to Nayeong.
Normally I'd dodge shy, but she held ground today.
"Since when?"
"Post-discharge reunion, vibe shifted. Visits? Nada. Civilian eyes? Woman. Not instant lick-urge, but around then."
"Got it..."
Cracked and slammed another can.
"Fuu... more and the mood dies. Booze cutoff."
Grinned my way, back-turned, yanked off the sleeveless top.
Massive tits surged up then gravity-claimed their spot.
Stripped bottom too, cupped her nipples, bed-sat.
"Lick up."
Confidence rang false—fingers glued firm.
"Gotta peel those for nipple access."
"This embarrasses—start low."
"Backwards order?"
"Shut up, do it!"
Reverse fine.
Head to toe, all mine tonight.
Legs spread, faint aroma teased my nose.
"Scrubbed like mad, huh."
"Some girls reek rotten. You'd hate mine stinking."
"Gotta deep-clean mine."
"Didn't say yours sparkles."
"Just in case. Excitement blurs lines between guys and gals, no?"
"Horse shit. Think I'll fold again?"
Preheating the emperor's mate.
Max her arousal, breach the line somehow.
Thighs past prime, exercise-firmed taut.
Face near—no touch—her breaths ragged already.
Closer: soap sweetened to flesh perfume.
Heat radiated, cheeks burned, mouth parted—saliva surged.
Unconscious gulp, tongue extended, stamped the meat.
Nayeong jolted, legs twitched to clamp—my thigh-grip foiled it.
From here, this pussy was mine. No interruptions.
Not even her.
Tongue planted, parted the flesh—natto-thick slime snagged it.
Pussy sensed the start, lubed up.
'Bon appétit.'