Chapter 49
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: They're Coming to Observe
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They said it was an observation visit.
The contract stated that you should only sign if you agreed to all the conditions listed in the tournament guide.
So I read through the guide carefully.
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• Matches pit hunters against each other 1:1, with manager support allowed. Support is limited to Yin Energy infusion and combat assistance.
• Victory or defeat is decided by death or surrender during combat. No liability for deaths or injuries caused by combat.
• Weapons must be gate-clearing weapons registered before the match.
• No items may be used during combat.
(Omitted)
• Losers (hunter and manager) must surrender their bodies to the winner until the tournament ends. Losers cannot refuse any demands except those causing physical harm.
• Winners may hand over custody of losers to the organizers, in which case losers cannot refuse the organizers' demands, just like the winners.
(Omitted)
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I read through everything meticulously—from entry fees and win/loss compensations to match procedures and grand prizes—but those were the parts that stuck with me.
The penalties for losing a match were especially shocking.
"Does 'surrendering your body' mean what I think it means?"
I asked the promoter with a serious expression.
"If you mean sexually, then yes. Most losers lose their virginity during the tournament period. We pay generous compensation for virginity loss—enough to live off for life."
If the winner hands over custody to the organizers, a sponsor takes the virginity.
Handing it over to a sponsor brings even greater rewards to the winner.
"Some sponsors want to touch directly, while others prefer to watch the hunter do it. We offer various penalty formats to suit all tastes."
The promoter said this with a proud look on his face.
Fuck, is this something to brag about?
"I'm curious who these sponsors are that go this far just to sleep with hunters."
"I can't answer questions related to the organizers. Just know they're the kind who can spare this kind of pocket change for entertainment."
If that's pocket change, the church's backers must be loaded beyond belief.
"If you've finished reading, shall we proceed with the contract?"
Nayeong and I nodded, and he handed us pens to sign.
We signed in turn and passed the pens back to the promoter.
"Congratulations on entering the tournament. One final step remains, so please wait a moment."
The text from the application and contract floated up into the air.
The floating letters unraveled like threads, weaving together into rings.
The wriggling rings in midair suddenly wrapped around my neck and Nayeong's.
"Gah! Ugh... kkh..."
The rings vanished, leaving faint patterns on our necks.
I'd been mesmerized watching the letters float up and got caught off guard like an idiot.
It's nothing major—just let it be. If something happens to your body, we're in big trouble too, so we're always watching. Don't worry.
Gnome told me not to worry.
'It wrapped around my neck, though. Is it really okay?'
It has a bit of demonic energy mixed in, but I can remove it anytime. If I do it now, that guy'll get suspicious. Let's see how far they take this prank.
The spirit was right.
We couldn't arouse suspicion from him before the tournament.
First, I had to calm Nayeong, who had grabbed the promoter by the collar.
"You fucking bastard, release this now! What the hell do you think you're doing—?!"
I pulled the thrashing Nayeong away from the promoter.
"Is this... a collar?"
"At least the gentleman is reasonable. It's a form of insurance, so don't worry. We'll remove it right after the tournament."
Something about floating print magic, but it went in one ear and out the other.
Like with the snake tongue, the church was using demonic energy freely.
After the tournament, I'd look into what the church planned to do with it.
Demonic energy was too dangerous for a cult to handle.
"What about the tournament date and location? It's not in the application."
"We can't disclose the location for security reasons. We'll contact you three days before, when you need time to prepare. Don't worry about transportation to the venue—we'll handle everything."
After the promoter left, Nayeong vented her frustration.
"Why'd you stop me? We should've twisted that bastard's neck to find out why they're pulling this shit!"
"What if we get banned from the tournament? Don't stir up trouble. Just ask the spirits to remove it anytime."
"The spirits can do that?"
"Yeah. They said it's no big deal."
Her expression softened once I reassured her.
"Just hold out until the tournament. We'll crush them all there."
Han Chaewon's expression upon receiving Oh Yeonseo's call was priceless.
She'd suddenly called with an absurd proposal.
"You're saying go to a hotel with that guy and watch? Do you think that makes any sense?"
Unlike the flushed and fuming Han Chaewon, Oh Yeonseo on the screen kept grinning ear to ear.
"It makes sense, that's why I'm suggesting it. You have zero immunity to men."
"What does having no immunity to men have to do with going to a hotel together?"
"Everything. If I leave you like this, you won't even be able to talk to Woojin oppa. So I'm stepping in. I thought about meeting outside, but you finally decided to go to the hotel? Perfect timing. Skinship is key to getting close as man and woman."
It was nonsense logic, but Chaewon kept getting drawn in.
She was curious about the man who'd driven her best friend mad.
Chaewon had only brushed against Na Woojin once in the gate and knew nothing about him.
Not his face, not his body—nothing stuck in her memory.
All that lingered was the vivid thrill of his Yin Energy surging in.
"Even if we enter a gate together, will you even talk properly? Better to meet beforehand and say hi."
"Then why a hotel? Just meet outside."
"I want to show you Woojin oppa's true value. His body's amazing. And handsome too. I regret not peeking boldly that day. This time, in a fancy hotel room, I'll suck it properly—so watch for me. It'll be even hotter with you there."
Han Chaewon thought her best friend had truly lost it.
Her curiosity about the man who'd done this to her grew even more.
"Actually, Woojin oppa copied some gate videos for me, and one had Nayeong sucking him off."
It included footage of Seo Nayeong fellating Na Woojin.
She said seeing someone she knew made it even more exciting.
"Haven't masturbated to that in forever. Midway, it hit me—watching someone suck it while being watched would be hotter. You're the only one I can show without worry, so I told you."
Going through this would bond them instantly.
No way Woojin oppa would refuse with the great Han Chaewon watching.
It felt like awakening to a new sexual frontier, so help her out.
You're gonna suck and get sucked anyway—better watch properly now.
Under Oh Yeonseo's gaslighting-level persuasion, Han Chaewon's resistance finally crumbled.
"I'm just watching. If you try to hype it into joining next time, I'll never see you again."
"I won't push you. Woojin oppa isn't the type either, so relax."
Not knowing the mood would heat up, Han Chaewon reluctantly agreed.
Oh Yeonseo hung up and immediately called Na Woojin.
"...That's why Chaewon'll come too. She really mustered her courage, so don't refuse."
Who'd turn down a top actress offering to suck them off?
I was all in, but Han Chaewon watching the scene?
"I'm good with it, but will Chaewon really do that?"
"I talked her into it. Among women who've reacted to your Yin Energy, she's the only one keeping her distance. Her personality means she won't even talk to you if left alone."
"Still, this seems too intense."
"That's why shock therapy's perfect. She has no immunity to men—she needs to see stuff like this."
I fell completely for Oh Yeonseo's sweet temptation.
An actress sucking me off while an idol group member observes—who'd say no?
Once I agreed, she gave me the time and place.
The spot was the Presidential Suite on the top floor of the Western Korea Hotel.
The next day at the Western Korea Hotel—
I gave my name at the concierge, and a prim-looking staff member escorted me to the elevator.
The top floor with the suites always had three staff on duty.
We took the private elevator up.
When the doors opened, the three waiting staff bowed politely.
The top floor centered around a hall, with suites on the left, right, and middle.
They called them Left Wing, Right Wing, and Center—the Center had an infinity pool on the terrace.
The staff introduced it that way and led me to the middle room.
"The early arrivals were told to gather in the Center. The elevator will be offline until checkout. Please relax."
Oh Yeonseo had booked all three suites, so no one else was on this floor.
No more arrivals meant they could shut down the private elevator.
I was impressed anew by the scale of a top actress and S-Rank hunter.
Once the staff took the elevator down, the surroundings grew even quieter.
It felt like I was the only one left in the world.
Just for a blowjob—what luxury.
Chuckling, I opened the door to the center suite.