Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: So Hyang (2)
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After that, So Hyang tormented Yuk-gyeong for several more days.
She'd whine about how he stank, how he was filthy, telling him to eat outside. Sometimes she even splashed him with dirty water.
Soaked in the foul-smelling water, Yuk-gyeong ground his teeth and tried to square up with her, but others stepped in to block him.
They were all people under So Hyang's thumb.
Of course, at late-stage Response Qi Realm 1st Layer—he'd broken through to mid-stage not long ago and shot straight up to late-stage—he could probably overpower one or two. But it was still too many against one.
The Response Qi Realm granted an exceptional body, but not enough to transcend humanity.
It just elevated a mortal like Yuk-gyeong to the level of a well-trained martial artist.
Even deploying Foresight Fist didn't help; all he got was a warning about potential punishment. What could Yuk-gyeong do?
He bit his lip and swallowed his rage.
Every day, he got pelted with filth, chased out, and even starved for meals.
Yuk-gyeong endured as much as he could.
And the cheap shot with the food pissed him off even more.
Even dogs don't mess with a guy's meal—how could she target a person like that?
Each time he was thrown out of the dining hall, shame burned through him.
Now it had become so routine that even the Miscellaneous Labor Quarter folks avoided eating near him.
Yuk-gyeong decided it was time to change tactics.
Keep going head-on? No way. That was amateur hour. He'd only gotten burned trying it. Do it again, and he'd lose even more.
Time to switch it up.
Yuk-gyeong resolved to fight fire with his own brand of strategy.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Miss So Hyang, what have you been eating to look so stunning?"
It was the charm offensive! Straight-up pretty-boy seduction!
Just as no man hates a pretty girl, no woman hates a handsome guy. That was the ironclad rule, and he trusted it.
Yuk-gyeong handed her wildflowers he'd picked somewhere, flashing a soft, syrupy smile.
"W-what?"
So Hyang flustered at the handsome Yuk-gyeong's flirting.
After all the torment she'd dished out, why was he acting like this? What was his angle?
At first, she suspected a trap.
Could you blame her? After everything she'd done—practically enemies—and now this sudden sweetness?
Was he surrendering? Even if he was, she couldn't just stop bullying him.
Her suspicion was natural.
She told herself she absolutely couldn't fall for whatever scheme this guy had.
But...
But... he's so handsome.
In the dining hall, she'd stoked her fighting spirit to max out her battle readiness. But now, with him leading with that gorgeous face and gentle words, her fortified defenses crumbled in an instant.
Still, still! A girl has principles!
Hating someone one minute and falling head over heels the next? That made no sense!
And besides! She had reasons to torment this guy! She couldn't let her resolve weaken and give up!
So Hyang reignited her fighting spirit and glared at him.
"What kind of nonsense is this? Get lost! You're disgusting."
Yuk-gyeong thought, That's enough for today, shrugged, and went back to shoveling shit.
No tree withstands ten strikes from a sharp axe.
Look at this face—did it look like a dull blade?
Yuk-gyeong wasn't expecting a full belly on the first bite.
.
.
.
How many more days of flirting passed like that?
No matter how coldly So Hyang rejected and snubbed him, Yuk-gyeong never gave up.
Unyielding resolve!
He had the persistence and patience for it.
Relentlessly, he brought flowers, recited poetry, sang songs—all to seduce So Hyang.
The Miscellaneous Labor Quarter folks watched and giggled.
They whispered that Yuk-gyeong, despite his fine looks, had no shame chasing someone who kept turning him down. But he didn't care.
This was all for revenge!
People's stares were like clouds—gathering briefly before drifting away.
Then one day...
Yuk-gyeong sensed So Hyang's wariness had finally melted away.
Her fortress had fallen!
She no longer bristled like a wary stray cat. Now she was tame as a housecat, bashfully lowering her gaze.
Stealing glances at him with downcast eyes—it screamed lovesick girl to anyone watching.
So Hyang had knelt to Yuk-gyeong's stubborn pursuit, ignoring the mockery and her own endless rejections. She'd opened her heart.
What woman could resist such devotion from a hunk like him?
Yuk-gyeong knew the rice was cooked.
Handsome looks were the ultimate weapon, after all.
A few days of effort, and he'd seduced her this easily.
Yuk-gyeong drove the final stake into the done deal.
"After work, come spend the night in my room?"
So Hyang blushed and nodded.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The two strolled under the subtle moonlight to Yuk-gyeong's room.
Bathed in faint lunar glow, they walked in silence until they slipped inside. No one saw them enter.
They savored the quiet moonlit walk, exchanging subtle feelings—hot, ticklish emotions. At least, that's how So Hyang felt.
Yuk-gyeong smiled as he led her in, and she cautiously accepted his escort.
Of course, Yuk-gyeong's true intentions were utterly lecherous.
Today, my revenge begins.
I wasn't gonna be a perv, but this girl is forcing my hand.
With Hye-chun, it was a spur-of-the-moment rage-fueled slip. But this one? He hated her guts. How many humiliations had she inflicted in the dining hall? Yuk-gyeong still hadn't forgotten that shame.
The disgrace of being denied food lingered like a brand in his chest.
All those sweet whispers and seduction? Just to set this up.
For sex!
Once he had her, he could forget the grudge. Yeah, he could let it all go.
He had to take something from her. Take it, and he'd forgive.
"Lie down."
"Huh? Why the sudden casual tone—"
"I won't say it twice. Lie down."
At Yuk-gyeong's icy command, So Hyang sensed something was off. Gone was the sweet-talking charmer; only a cold, ruthless version remained.
Alone with him now, the situation started to scare her.
"O-okay. Fine. I'll lie down. What's with you?"
As So Hyang lay on the bed, Yuk-gyeong loomed over her, eyeing her body.
Her waist was a bit thick, but her wide hips formed a killer curve. His gaze traced it upward with a satisfied grin.
Yuk-gyeong sat beside her and began kneading her body all over.
"Stay still."
So Hyang flinched at his touch, trying to resist, but his order froze her stiff.
Yuk-gyeong's hands roamed her private, intimate spots without restraint, as if her body had no sacred zones.
Then...
The highlight.
His hand reached her breasts.
"Look at these tits. Damn, for real. Perfection."
They were huge.
Had to be E-cups, at least?
When he cupped one, flesh overflowed, spilling out. No way one hand could contain it.
The soft, jiggly feel satisfied him to no end. Breasts too big for one hand? The best.
"W-what do you mean 'perfection'?"
"Quiet."
"..."
So Hyang shut her mouth under his domineering attitude. But the electric tingles creeping from her chest started making her feel weird.
Where his hands touched, it burned and itched like a burn. A brand-new sensation, better than the tastiest food.
So she submitted to his dominance.
Yuk-gyeong hefted the overflowing breast to his mouth. The perky nipple in the center peeked out shyly.
He flicked his tongue over it, and she reacted instantly.
"Haah!"
So Hyang's breath heated up right away.
Yuk-gyeong kept lapping away. Her breast flesh had a unique savor—not sweet, but his tongue perceived it that way, an ambiguous delight.
Slurp, slurp, smack.
"Aah, yes! Keep sucking. Aah!"
So Hyang grabbed his head, pressing it tight to her chest.
Yuk-gyeong suckled for a good while before shoving her hands away.
Suckling? Nah, he was just sampling. You think it was for your pleasure?
Then he bit down hard on her nipple.
Chomp!
"Aack!"
So Hyang screamed at his brutality. The pain in her breast was real.
Yuk-gyeong alternated nipping lightly and licking—like hurting then healing, over and over.
Through the repetition, So Hyang began feeling the pain as pleasure.
The sharp sting of his teeth on her nipple aroused her more and more. She felt her underwear growing wet. Her pussy throbbed, craving.
That's when...
Yuk-gyeong's hand slipped under her skirt.
Like a snake, it slithered everywhere inside until it found the target: the gushing spring! Her sopping-wet pussy!
His fingers gently stroked her drenched panties.
Meanwhile, he kneaded her breasts and worked his tongue furiously, savoring them.
"Ah! There! Touch me more! Suck harder!"
So Hyang whimpered her demands.
Yuk-gyeong had no intention of obliging. Instead, he teased her thighs, knees, calves—driving her mad.
Then...
"You bitch! More touching? Fine, I'll touch you!"