Chapter 254
Chapter 254
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 254
Chapter Title: Bao (2)
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After finishing a short meal with Cornus.
As usual, after using my healing powers on her body, I felt the exhaustion settling into my own frame and had a private chat with Taeyang.
In the room cafe set up inside the building.
We grabbed some complimentary high-end cake and coffee and talked over my concerns.
"So, what do you think?"
For the past few days, Bao had been barging into my room whenever she got the chance, itching for a fight.
I'd humored her once or twice with a laugh, but with her showing up two or three times a day like clockwork, I couldn't just ignore it anymore.
I had to shake her off somehow. Her stubbornness was no joke.
I spilled all that to him, and Taeyang scooped up some fancy cake with his spoon, acting like it was no big deal.
"Beat her ass."
"What?"
"She's seeing you as food, bro."
Taeyang held up one finger, like it was the most obvious thing. He licked the chocolate cream off his lips and grinned.
"Mares need a good kick whether they're gentle or wild, and bitches need a stick whether they're sweet or savage."
"Harsh way to put it."
"It's natural for the Wood Spirit King like you to dominate a female."
Wood Spirit King. Taeyang and Aori kept hammering home that I was the Wood Spirit King whenever they could.
I got that they wanted to remind me of my heavy responsibilities, but honestly, it still didn't feel real.
"But bro."
Taeyang set down his fork.
"Cornus sneaks into your room all slippery-like and you don't say a word, but this girl gets all pissy about it. Any reason for that?"
"You comparing Cornus to her? They're totally different at the core."
I recoiled in disgust.
Just having Cornus by my side was healing.
Her plump cheeks, the faint pleasant scent that wafted when we stuck together.
She had a knack for being adorable.
The Cornus therapy wasn't just hype.
These days, she didn't hesitate with physical contact anymore—propping her chin on my stomach sometimes, fiddling with my hand. I got that ticklish, heartwarming feeling from her, like with innocent kids.
"But Bao?"
The second I saw her, wall slam.
Just being near her turned the air into a high-level fighting game vibe.
Sweaty close-quarters brawls, forced into joint locks.
She had a talent for scaring people.
I laid it all out in exhaustive detail, and Taeyang just propped his chin, yawning like he had no idea what I was rambling about.
"Bottom line, you prefer Cornus over Baobab, right?"
"Yeah."
I couldn't live without Cornus.
That soft cuteness of hers was one-of-a-kind in the world.
Of course, our bond ran deep, and even when I was a total mess, she'd treated me without hesitation—so yeah, I wanted to cherish her that much.
"But what's with Bao, swinging fists the moment she sees me."
"You've already eaten her, bro."
True. But honestly, that was a total disaster.
No matter how much Lust Gong, it had zero effect on a woman not in the mood.
I could've gone all out if I wanted, but I didn't use my full-powered Lust Gong.
Even if I'd hammered her erogenous zones with everything I had, it would've just cooled her battle hype without sparking any real arousal.
In fact, whenever I used Lust Gong, women always climaxed—but not Bao.
'Her bar's low.'
Damn, horny thoughts creeping in?
She was like a lioness hitting on a guy right in front of another dude.
With experience piling up, I could gauge a woman's arousal level pretty well. As the Wood Spirit King grew stronger and I mastered Lust Gong, I'd gotten pro-level at it.
So I figured it was fine.
I let my guard down and tried to bolt, but she suddenly sprang up and tackled me.
"You could've run, but you got tackled anyway, bro."
That was true too.
No excuses.
Taeyang slurped his iced coffee through the straw. The fancy brand's drink vanished in seconds.
He pulled his lips off the straw and shrugged.
"Did it once, why not twice? Last time you got jumped sloppy and bailed, right?"
"Yeah."
"Show her this time."
"Show what?"
Taeyang smirked, lifting just one corner of his mouth seriously.
"Who's on top. With the bat."
*****
"Hey."
-Thud!
This evening, her fist came flying right on schedule.
But the difference? I didn't bend my knee this time.
So Bao ended up looking up at me.
Caught off guard, she hesitated for a split second, but shook it off and shoved me.
"Fight me."
I glanced sideways, and there were Taeyang and Aori peeking from the slightly open door of the next room.
Aori held an A4 sheet with childish scrawl on it.
[King ♡ Wood Spirit it]
Wood Spirit what? Their reactions were weirdly cute.
"What're you daydreaming about? Wanna die?"
I lightly gripped Bao's wrist. It was rigid with tension.
I yanked her through the open door into my room.
"Ha, finally acting decent."
She crossed her arms under her chest, legs slightly spread in a cocky stance.
I stared her down and let out a deep sigh from the bottom of my soul.
"How long you gonna keep this up? You lose every time. Time to quit, no?"
"Never lost."
Bao never tapped out, even passing out.
She glared fiercely and grabbed my collar.
"Last one standing wins. You don't get that?"
"...You're not a kid."
"You've had it easy, so you wouldn't."
She released my collar with a shove and clenched her fist into a stance. I looked at her pitifully.
Bao flicked on the light. In the bright room, her slightly torn clothes were plain to see.
Always so revealing.
She squinted, smirking like she was provoking me.
The girl oozed confidence.
"Quit with the ugly mug and get in stance?"
"We've fought plenty. You really think you'll win?"
"...Done talking?"
No more getting pushed around by her momentum like yesterday.
Instead of talking her down, knocking her out would've been quicker and cheaper so far—but now, I'd go Taeyang's way.
"Wasting time."
I didn't even stance up, just plopped cockily on the sofa, jiggling my leg.
"Go train more outside or something. Always losing the same way. No fun, seriously."
No more fighting. My boldness threw Bao off—her face twisted in confusion.
The guy who'd always obliged her was suddenly over it. Priceless expression.
I crossed my legs.
Trials tomorrow meant suffering. Bao obsessing wasn't what I wanted.
"No fun?"
She zeroed in on that. Pride in her skills ran deep, huh.
Lame.
I told her so, and veins popped on her forehead. Ready to pounce and end me right there.
Tensed up, veins bulged on her forearms, body rigid.
Her golden eyes gleamed brighter under the lamp.
"Bet something then."
"...Why should I?"
"Then drop the oppa hunt. Not fighting anymore anyway."
Going bold.
What did I have to fear from her? That vibe.
Elbows on knees, arms dangling, head down.
Our unblinking stares dragged on in silence until I spoke.
"Three rounds."
Three chances.
"Same conditions as now. Win once, and I'll do whatever to connect you with your oppa."
"Vague wording."
"Fine. I'll make it happen."
"Ha. If you could've from the start—"
"What."
"...Nothing."
What Bao wanted, I held. We'd fought nonstop, so I dangled it, playing her like a fiddle.
Not sure if "rice" would meet her, but I agreed anyway.
Per terms, I wouldn't lose.
My turn to demand next.
"So, what do you want?"
She scoffed, grinning like "bring it."
I muttered gravely, warning as best I could.
"Every time I win, I get to use your body however. Gotta stake that much, right?"
Bao's brow twitched.
"Ha!"
She threw her head back, laughing in disbelief.
"Kuhahaha, insane. Thought you'd bet something big, but that's it? No pussy in your fate, dick all limp?"
Listen to her.
I just chuckled heartily.
"Ha."
"Figure since I'm a girl, you'd chicken out and run if I bet that. Big mistake."
Her translated words dripped arrogance, full of herself.
Thrusting her chest out like she was above others. Her predatory eyes scanned my body.
Back to stance.
"You'll regret it."
"Hmph."
She snorted at my warning.
Bet on. As I stood, she clenched and charged.
Fight quiet as possible.
Bao's physicals were nuts, but her endless mana was the root.
-Whoosh!
Dodged the punch, swept her leg.
"See."
-Boom!
"Can't learn."
Slammed her down, locked her body.
"Ngh!"
This time, she twisted to squeeze me back, acting different.
No dice.
She hadn't trained this style. Even geniuses hit limits eyeballing it.
Time to squeeze every ounce of strength.
Drain her till she couldn't even pass out.
Arm around her neck, choking air.
Another loss like this? She thrashed, but once locked, no escape.
Killing arts, not sport.
I'd tweaked them personally for unbreakable control.
This world's bare-knuckle was way more aggressive than mine.
Jiu-jitsu, capoeira—same names, brutal edges.
Higher baseline stats meant flashier moves.
"Let go! Fuck. This shitty hold again... cheating!"
No reply, held minutes.
Controlled with limbs till her mind frayed. Loosened to sharpen her wits.
"Ngh, you bastard."
Endless pain leaked curses.
No stopping.
Choked again to near blackout, scrambled her head.
30 minutes.
Sweat soaked our clothes.
"Hah... hah, hah."
Airway open, pent-up breath exploded.
Dry coughs, body slackening.
Grabbed my arm like seeking relief, but no strength left.
"Won't tap?"
"...Never."
Stubborn spite holding her up.
Choked again, repeat.
1 hour.
Her bright golden eyes glazed, rolling up.
Sweat drenched body and undies.
Stance jammed my knee in her groin—wet there.
Her clamped legs lost firmness, just soft female skin.
Stroked her neck—goosebumps.
"Not... lost yet—never."
Ignored her now.
Hours thrashing in agony against the wall, mind whittled away.
"Never..."
No tapping anyway.
Released; she flopped like a frog.
Ignored floor sweat, hauled her gasping body up.
"...Hah, hah."
Breath steamed off her.
Hauled her to my room, tossed on bed. She sprawled without a squeak.
Faint floral scent.
Caressed her bronze-tinged thighs; curse slipped out.
"Fuck."
Conscious, glaring.
Lifted legs, thighs together.
Torn uniform loose; slight lift exposed inside.
Tight panties traced her slit in white line.
Her pale labia peeked, sweat-glistened.
"...Pervert."
"Yeah."
Too conscious now.
No bother.
Second round now.