Chapter 55
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: Gate Motel (1)
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“Roooaaar—!!”
It looked like a lizard, but it let out a ferocious beast's roar.
The head that burst through the flames made it two-headed now, and its body had doubled in size.
｢Normally it doesn't bring out the other head, but it must be seriously pissed. You poked it first, so go soothe it yourself, hehe.｣
The more I listened, the more the spirit's tone grated on my nerves.
Once I awakened, I'd have to spank its ass good to set it straight.
The moment Han Chaewon leaped again, the beast opened its jaws wide.
Far faster than before—incomparably so—and the heat radiating from its mouth was insane.
It was right on the verge of spewing something.
“Danger!!”
“Kyaaak!”
I snatched Han Chaewon out of the air mid-leap.
The instant I pulled her into my arms, a blistering wave of heat rushed past my back.
The lizard's flames swept across where we'd stood and down the corridor.
Even the solid stone floor and pillars melted under the sheer ferocity of those flames.
“Haa, haa...”
The two heads swiveled in different directions, hosing everything with fire.
Tremendous firepower—like dozens of flamethrowers unleashing hell.
We weren't attacking; we were just scrambling to dodge, singed in spots.
All I managed was detonating Yin Energy orbs midair to redirect the incoming flames.
While evading, I racked my brain for options beyond orbs and arrows, but nothing surfaced.
I could materialize Yin Energy, sure—but I hadn't ramped up the firepower to take on something like this.
If trouble hit, the spirit handled it, or I passed the pattern to my partner for a fix.
I'd straight-up neglected powering up my own skills.
‘Damn, what kind of king is this?’
The shop kid had nailed it.
Without the spirit's power, my odds against that thing? Zero percent.
That's why it insisted I awaken in some sanctuary.
Han Chaewon panted raggedly, clearly worn out.
Her Yin Energy was nearly tapped; her movements had dulled.
I could inject more Yin Energy, but arousal made her sluggish in... other ways.
Behind us, the lizard turned the area into a blazing inferno.
Couldn't advance, couldn't retreat—caught between a rock and a hard place.
I pulled the King's Sanctuary from my inventory.
Thought it was a castle when the kid handed it over, but nope—looked like one of those seedy motels from illicit hookup central.
Tossed it down in a clear spot, and an identical structure erupted from the floor.
“W-Woojin! That's...”
I grabbed the stunned Han Chaewon's hand and bolted for it.
We dashed inside, the door slammed shut, and silence fell like a tomb.
The lizard's roars and roaring flames? Gone, like a bad dream.
A super motel promising uninterrupted intimate time for two. Usage time varies by motel level.
▶ Day use 1 hour (Lv.1) — Available (100pt)
▶ Day use 3 hours (Lv.5) — Unavailable (500pt)
▶ Day use 6 hours (Lv.10) — Unavailable (1,000pt)
▶ Overnight 1 day (Lv.15) — Unavailable (1,500pt)
Motel level rises cumulatively via usage count, entrants, and user arousal.
‘It’s a motel, alright!’
Facilities screamed budget motel.
Clean bed, desk, table, sofa, mini-fridge, TV—the works.
Across from the bed: a full-glass bathroom.
Shower booth inside, plus a tub perfect for two and a toilet.
“Woojin, this place...”
“A motel. First time in one?”
“Yeah, first time.”
Years as a trainee, then juggling hunter life and idol gigs post-awakening—no way she'd hit up a love hotel.
100 points deducted; timer kicked off.
Lv.1 motel meant one hour day use, max.
“We've got this place for the next hour. Lizard can't get in.”
She listened, face tense.
“Get me excited. For awakening, I need to match your arousal level, Chaewon.”
“But... how?”
I turned serious on the fumbling Han Chaewon.
“You saw Yeonseo at the hotel. Do that. You can rile me up plenty.”
Even half-assed sucking would drive me wild—I knew it.
If she balked at sucking, me going down on her would do.
But her pouty but, but face got a retort.
“You wanna go fight that lizard? Then deal with the great spirit after? This isn't just for my kicks. Don't you wanna stick it to that bastard spirit that cornered us? Not asking for your virginity—just suck me once? Too tough? Spread on the bed. I'll take it from there!”
Crazy talk, yeah—but blame the awakening terms.
My intensity landed; her shoulders twitched.
Four minutes burned on persuasion.
“O-Okay. I'll... figure it out. First, shower okay?”
She nodded toward the bathroom.
After all that Yin Energy dumping, I was still sticky down there.
“Of course. Need one too—together.”
“Huh?”
“C'mere. I'll strip you.”
No room for second thoughts; full steam ahead.
“I-I can do it myself.”
Face beet-red, shielding herself.
Solo shower? Off the table.
Hesitation's cure: yank hard.
“Help excite me. Undressing you myself gets me hotter.”
“Ah.”
Excitement mention? Instant compliance.
Zipped down her suit, peeling it off.
Cloth whispers, thumping heartbeat deafening, soft moans filling the room.
Sports bra off—she cupped her chest on instinct, then dropped her hands in defeat.
Breasts prettier than imagined—perfect shape.
Panties last; Han Chaewon stood bare as nature intended.
Goddess statue, carved to perfection—sight alone drew awe.
Not a motel, I'd have offered prayers and tribute.
“...”
Shy glances, gauging me.
“Stripping you? Pisses me off.”
“Huh? Pissed?”
“Here.”
Finger pointed south.
Pants strained to burst.
Joke fell flat amid tension—no laugh.
Stripped quick, bathroom-bound with her.
Filled the tub, doused the showerhead in body wash.
Gravure vid memory: her bubble-covered nude hiding the goods. Planning that vibe while washing.
Her bare form earlier? Already killer.
“I-I can wash...”
“Aid the excitement. Washing you amps it.”
“...Yes.”
Excitement cue: silent obedience.
Foam-swathed Han Chaewon? Peak temptation.
Aphrodite from sea foam, beauty's goddess?
Ancients nailed the foam-babe synergy.
Engine time—but easing in, no rush.
Shower pussy-lick or BJ? Too steep for newbie Chaewon.
Plan: tub loosen-up, light touches.
No sex needed; hour plenty for lover cosplay.
Slid into tub first.
“Sit here. Relaxes you.”
Hesitated, eyes squeezed shut, feet dipped.
Snow-white calves, thighs—eyes glued.
Prime cuts; lick till bones dust.
Face-to-face first? Too shy. Back-to-me lap seat.
White nape: visual feast unbearable.
Unthinkingly licked her neckline.
“Haang…! T-Tickles...”
“Horny time incoming—cooperate.”
Excitement elixir: instant hush.
Lapped claim-marks everywhere, spun her to face.
Her sly peeks? Intoxicating. Dick hit near-vertical.
Body too prime for looks; pulled close, lips crashed.
Tongue-raided her gumline nooks.
Clumsy counters, but synced to me; spit-swaps echoed in the steam.
“Hut, hyaaang… haeut...”
Sucked her flushed, pretty nips.
Meant teasing licks, but shape screamed “suck me”—willpower crumbled.
Her oblivious reactions? Pure erotic poison.
Foreplay pro? She'd melt me utterly—unimaginable.
“Haang…! H-Haat, there, feels weird… huut.”
Clutched my head, squirming.
Nips and areolas stiffened, demanding notice.
No brute suck-bite here.
Excited nips hypersensitive—overstim hurts.
Tongue-massaged gentle, easing her peak soft.
Nip pop: silk thread snapped.
Han Chaewon gasped, eyes hungry on me.
Not solo—her switch flipped too.