Chapter 174
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 174
Chapter Title: Calibrating the Addiction
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"Yeah, yeah. It's the stuff I made. You've admitted it, so tell me. This batch gonna wear off completely in just a month too?"
"Eek, hngh... Th-this one's a bit heavier, huh...? Eek...♡ Haa, mmm..., this one's at least two months? Maybe six at the longest...? Heeng...♡"
"Hmm, I see. Alright, what about this one?"
"Haaang...! Heeng, ...th-this one, hmm..., at least a year? Maybe two at the longest..., eek, ahn...♡ ...Hey! But you! Why're you testing this shit on me of all people...? Haaang."
"'Cause you're No. 69, with the best pussy sensitivity around here. Hmm, how's this level?"
"Heeng, haaaang, ...th-this one's at least five years..., ten at the longest.... Eek...♡ ...Hey! Cut it out for real...! Hngh, you trying to turn me into your sex slave or what...! Haaaang...♡"
"Kukukuku."
"Haaaang, ...st-stop it..., heeng, no more, don't put any more in... hiiing...♡ ...I-I'm sorry. Please, no more. At this rate, twenty years..., thirty years..., heeng...♡ fifty..., a hundred..., heeeung...♡ Eek, two hundred.... Haaaang...! At this point, I'll be your sex slave for life...!"
"Kukukuku. From now on, call me Master. Got it?"
"...Hic, hngh, ...j-just wait 'til I advance my realm, eek...♡ ...th-then, something like this'll be gone in an instant.... First-rate..., no, first-rate might be a stretch, eek, haa, but even at the peak, eek, I can slowly push it all out...? Heeng, give me a year or so of training.... Haa, haang."
"Oh yeah?"
"Hngh, haang, ...once I hit super peak, it'll take less than a week, eek, and at Fire Transformation Realm, junk energy like this inside me, hngh, I could burn it away in a flash with the principle of Samadhi True Fire...! Heeng...♡ Haaaang...."
"Hoo..., thanks for the info. I'll keep a special eye on you and top you up quick whenever your realm rises and it starts wearing off. Burn it right away at Fire Transformation? Then you're my cocksleeve pussy slave 'til you get there, so come running with your pussy spread whenever I call. Got it?"
"Heeeung, ...th-that's nooot fairrr.... Hngh, ...I don't want a life like some sex slave toilet...! Haaaang.... Heeeung...♡"
After experimenting on the girls with the most sensitive pussies, I'd figured out the right addictive dosage.
I could tweak the addiction to trigger withdrawal symptoms fast, or make it linger in their bodies for ages.
This time, I'd properly tested the latter.
'Even so, it won't work on Fire Transformation level. That's the limit, huh.... If Fire Transformation's around level 30 in real terms, then it probably won't stick on anyone level 30 or higher out there either.'
Fucking my way through all these girls had been pretty informative and meaningful in its own way.
Best, most fun time I'd had lately.
'Kuhuhu~ Fucking jackpot! This is what life's all about.'
Hundreds of girls sprawled out around me.
All of them leaking the thick white cum I'd pumped into their pussies, glugging away.
Standing alone and looking down, it was like a flesh-colored carpet laid out in a clearing amid the thick brush.
The space was packed tight with countless soft, squishy female bodies passed out in orgasmic bliss.
'Kuhuhu, true paradise of flesh. What a sight.'
I was admiring the scenery I'd created when I spotted an instructor approaching.
"Hey, No. 1999. Enough screwing around with the girls. Time to gear up and head to the Heavenly Demon Cult. Sun's way past midday—'s almost here."
"...Huh? Already...? Has that much time passed...?"
"Everyone else left ages ago. ...Whew, what the hell's been going on here since yesterday? Smells like cum and pussy everywhere. Don't tell me you fucked all these girls solo?"
An instructor pushed through the thick brush into the clearing where me and five hundred girls had gathered, pinched his nose, and addressed me.
"Yes, Instructor. I fucked them all."
"...... Incredible stamina, straight out of a mad legend. How about Ryukwang for your new name? Surname Jeong. Or go with Demon King, surname Saek."
"Sounds good. I'll think about it."
"......"
When I didn't react to his sarcasm, the instructor left with a bored look.
After leaving strict orders to depart for the Heavenly Demon Cult by evening, that is.
A few minutes later, another instructor showed up and spoke to me.
"Hey, No. 1999. They found Instructor Jang's corpse on the mountain yesterday. Got anything to say about it?"
"Nope."
"...Don't lie! His body had traces of that freaky martial art—no, not martial art. That was a gunpowder weapon, right? Thunderbolt bomb or mini cannon or something...!"
"......"
"Trainees like you never seen the outside world, but we instructors smelled the gunpowder on your weapon yesterday. Am I wrong?!"
"Hmm..."
"Where'd you get that weapon?"
"Can't say."
"...Tch, fine.... Doesn't matter anyway. Asking about someone's lucky encounter in this vast martial world of Jianghu is the height of stupidity. But No. 1999, I gotta ask this: why'd you kill Instructor Jang? ...If a trainee like you took him out dishonorably..."
I glanced around.
Over ten instructors had quietly surrounded me.
Some already had hands on sword hilts at their waists, or were poised to draw, ready to jump me all at once if needed.
I racked my brains hard and came up with an escape route.
"I just had a proper life-and-death duel with him, fair and square. No shame under heaven."
"...Wh-what?"
The instructor in front of me earlier had definitely said something like that.
'Dishonorably' is what makes it a problem.
So a fair and honorable kill should be fine, right...?
"Instructor Jang begged me to keep his loss in the life-and-death duel secret before he died—made it his dying wish. That's why I wasn't gonna say anything..., but no choice now. Can't have you pinning murder on me."
"...H-ha, but... Instructor Jang's eyes and posture—he looked totally unprepared when he died...!"
"He got careless fighting a trainee. My one-strike killing technique did him in."
"......"
According to No. 1999's memories, the instructor before me was somewhat close to Instructor Jang.
'Like workplace buddies.'
His eyes burned with fury, glaring at me..., but in the cult, someone dying in a life-and-death duel was everyday stuff.
And no proof I'd snuck up on him, right? Dead men tell no tales.
Once the living guy starts brazenly claiming otherwise, with no CCTV, what're they gonna do?
Life-and-death duels legalizing murder is exactly what breeds these situations—glaring won't change shit.
"Life-and-death duel..., I see. Fine. ...As the winner, you claiming his stuff? This is what we recovered from Instructor Jang's body—some money and items."
I waved off the instructor's question about taking the dead guy's loot, saying I didn't need it.
"No need. Give it to his remaining family."
"...Instructor Jang had no family. He was a trainee here like me. Your senior."
The tone was trying to paint me as the bastard who killed his senior.
'So what?'
In this tower world, I could kill not just seniors but whole families if they got in my way.
Why? They weren't real family.
Just characters from stories or novels I'd read or seen.
"......"
Still, I kept my thoughts to myself and stayed silent.
Taking my silence as tacit admission, the instructor kept talking.
"Heard he had a few lovers in the cult, but no kids, so no real family setup. No one to leave his stuff to."
"...That so? Then I'll put it to good use. ...Whoa, pretty hefty. Hope there's some pricey stuff in here."
No one to give it to, huh.
Can't just toss it, so I'd take it.
The instructor eyed me like, 'What kinda psycho is this?'
From his expression and body language, looks like he'd been spinning the sob story to swallow it himself.
I probably should've humanely said, "Then you instructors take it."
'Why should I? It's winner's rights—mine fair and square.'
I took Instructor Jang's belongings from him and checked out the contents.
Suspicious drug packets and a money pouch.
I unwrapped the shady drug bundle first—little jars of potions labeled tiny: 'Aphrodisiac', 'Paralysis Powder', 'Sleeping Pill'.
'Dead Instructor Jang, this fucker—only carried shit for raping girls. Heat 'em up with aphrodisiac, knock 'em out with sleeping pills, paralyze with powder. Tsk tsk. ...I'll put it to good use. Kuhuhuhu.'
With my aphrodisiac-and-drug cock, they weren't super useful to me, but they'd be fun for playing around.