Chapter 37
Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Peach Tree (6)
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Since coming here for training until now,
I've always handled bathroom breaks and such at the base of the mountain.
Even though Jirisan had deliberately excluded civilization, remnants of it like plumbing still lingered in the lower regions.
So I never imagined she'd come all the way up here for the bathroom. Was it that urgent? No option to head down to the facilities?
But that wasn't important right now.
Before my eyes, the peach's naked body was laid fully bare.
"......"
Cheon-do's pussy, lewdly spread wide between her brazenly parted legs, was dripping just a little.
Her lower body bloomed open like petals on a flower.
Massive, swollen breasts. Nipples shyly glowing in soft pink.
Her fingers on the insides of her thighs pressed into firm flesh, the texture palpable even without touch.
My eyes wouldn't detach. It was a sight impossible to tear away from.
A Lewd Demon would die without regrets seeing this.
Yeah. I'm a Lewd Demon.
Seeing the latex beside her, I was genuinely glad she'd worn it.
Full-body latex was the pinnacle of dignity.
"Uh... ah, eek."
Cheon-do started to say something, made an angry face, then blushed and bowed her head.
And without another word.
-Boom!
Her hair turned orange.
"...Eeng?"
Suddenly seizing control of the body, Hwang-do let out a dazed noise as she looked down at herself.
Seeing her legs splayed vulgarly wide, she flushed beet red from head to toe and shrieked in horror.
"Kyaaaaah!"
Chaos erupted across the mountain for a moment.
"D-Dong-sang, turn your head! D-Don't look at my p—"
"Huh? Kweeeeeek!"
"Don't look at my pussy!!!!!"
A massive fireball hurtled toward my solar plexus.
That unimaginable physical force pierced my gut and flung me dozens of meters into a gravel pit behind.
Without Combat-Type Physique, I wouldn't have mustered mana in time.
"Cough, cough."
How far did I fly? Sharp pain stabbed through my whole body.
I grimaced and enveloped myself in the power of healing. I felt the burns on my lips mending bit by bit.
Regaining my senses, I looked back at the spot.
There, Hwang-do was fumbling to pull on her latex suit.
"Why, why suddenly... And why won't this stupid thing go on! I told you a million times not to wear this embarrassing outfit, damn it... Hurry... hurry."
Trying to squeeze into skin-tight latex in the dark—fat chance it'd cooperate.
I pretended to be unconscious and leisurely enjoyed the spectacle.
"Ugh. Uuuugh."
As Hwang-do's body wobbled unsteadily without balance, her huge breasts jiggled in response. Just when I thought she'd found the hole, her legs cramped stiff like a cramp, and she clutched them with a groan-mixed cry.
"-Eeng!!"
She'd make a killing as an internet streamer. Total BJ Hwang-do vibe.
Snickering inwardly, I got up from my spot. Healing had fixed the injuries, but tumbling on the dirt had soiled my clothes.
I brushed off the grime casually and waited until the noises died down before approaching Hwang-do.
"All dressed now?"
Hwang-do was tangled in the stubborn latex, twisted into some grotesque shape. Utterly ridiculous.
"Dong-sang..."
"Yes?"
"M-My body won't move. Sis is freezing cold..."
Hwang-do mumbled half in tears.
Peaks peeked shyly through the ropes of fabric binding her body.
How the hell did she manage to tie herself up like this?
I draped my outer jacket over her shoulders, then squatted and fiddled with the knots to undo them.
"How do you wear it to end up knotted this tight?"
"Ugh... Dunno. It always does this with this outfit. Eek! Don't touch weird places!"
Just my hand grazing her waist, and she freaks. I silently stripped the suit off. Grabbing the straps on her shoulders and yanking down, her massive breasts bounced.
"Heek! What are you doing?!"
"Sis, you put it on wrong. Gotta start over from scratch. Trust Peach Friend."
"P-Peach Friend... Okay."
Hwang-do squeezed her eyes shut with resolute determination. Feeling my hands brush her skin, her face flushed.
"D-Dong-sang. When does this end? So embarrassing."
"Hold on."
Even calling her sis, up close she felt like a cousin to look after.
"Arms out—"
"Eut!"
"Good. Well done, sis."
"Getting praised for this..."
Guess a girl's still a girl. I'd tried ignoring it, but blood had rushed downstairs before I knew it.
I wouldn't say it, but Hwang-do's gaze was fixed right there.
"Hwah, hwah."
My cock twitched in response to her stare. Her breathing grew heavier in sync.
"Hey. Sis."
"Y-Yeah, Dong-sang?"
"Take your hand off your face."
Finally relenting to my hint, Hwang-do removed her hand from her flushed face and fanned it frantically.
"Th-Then I'll close my eyes."
Hwang-do squeezed her eyes shut, but her eyelids trembled, half-opening slyly little by little.
They say women get sensitive about stares at their chests—turns out guys are the same.
Changing the suit itself didn't take long.
First time with latex gear was tricky, but once on, it gave her a pretty cool vibe.
"Phew, good!"
Confirming front and back, Hwang-do beamed and hugged me, then realized what she'd done and blushed.
"Dong-sang. Keep today's stuff... secret from Baek-do, okay?"
"You think I'd blab a secret?"
"Baek-do's sleeping now anyway. As for Cheon-do... I'm really not letting her off for this. Turning me into this!"
Seeing Hwang-do huff indignantly, burning with resolve, I nodded like I got it.
"Shall we head back to the cabin then?"
"Y-Yeah."
The path to Baek-do's cabin was pretty long.
We walked in silence, slowly. Stars embroidered the sky above us, twinkling.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Third-rate disciple!!!!!!!!!! Get up already, what are you doing!!!!!"
A thunderous roar jolted me awake.
I got up blankly, yawned, then rubbed my sleepy eyes and looked around. San Su-yu was still out cold.
I turned to her. A woman with snow-white hair. I spoke in a sarcastic tone.
"Baek-do's here, huh."
"You punk!!! That's how you talk to your master?!"
"Didn't say you were my master."
"Shut it!"
Baek-do's shout shook the cabin, making Shiba by my head flinch.
-Pip, peep! Peep!
Shiba startled, calling for dad. My sleepy eyes snapped to it.
"Damn it. Lower your voice, the kid's sleeping! You woke her up!!"
"Wh-What?"
-Peep. Pip. Peeei.
"Whoa whoa, it's okay, it's okay. Daddy's sorry."
-Peek, pip.
I stroked Shiba's head fervently. Snuggled safe in daddy's arms, she rubbed her sprout against my hand and drifted back to sleep contentedly.
-Peee i....
"Haa......"
"S-Sorry. Kids need deep sleep."
"No yelling where Shiba is. Hell, don't fight in front of Shiba at all. Bad for her upbringing."
Having heard Shiba's complaints, even Baek-do seemed to grasp the situation this time.
"B-But what's that Shiba kid to you?"
"My daughter."
"......So the third-rate disciple's a married man?"
"Not married, but yeah, my daughter."
Baek-do eyed Shiba with a complicated look. Shiba peeped carefree, as if daddy was all she needed.
-Peek. Purrr. Peep purrr.
Now even sleep-talking. Why's my girl so damn cute?
Seeing Shiba wriggle in her doze brought a smile to my face. Lately, watching her's what keeps me going.
"You have a human side after all."
"That stings."
Baek-do looked utterly baffled.
To let Shiba sleep soundly, I placed her pot by the sunlit window and left the cabin.
Day three, and the mountain view felt familiar now.
Stretching my arms overhead, sleepy San Su-yu wormed upright like a caterpillar.
"Sian... sleepy."
"Not Sian, Si-heon."
"Si-heon."
"Good girl."
San Su-yu pressed down her poofy hair and yawned. Probably worn out from Cheon-do yesterday—she looked extra tired.
Baek-do glanced at us, shrugged, and stepped forward.
"Now for today's training explanation."
Clenching her fist in her other hand, Baek-do grinned aggressively.
"First-rate disciple."
"?"
"What do you fight for?"
San Su-yu tilted her head, and I chided her.
"What? Don't tell me you're going with some corny 'great power, great responsibility' crap?"
"Don't butt in, third-rate. Not some rote formality, so relax. And isn't it obvious great power brings great responsibility? Always carry justice and righteousness on your back."
"Sure."
Baek-do turned back to San Su-yu, who pondered long with a puzzled face before speaking.
"To prove my family's honor."
Deflating reason. Never should've expected a personal answer from San Su-yu.
I shot Baek-do a side-eye.
"Know yourself better. What do you fight for? Something primal, deep inside."
"To prove my family's honor."
"Think harder, first-rate."
"That's all... I know."
San Su-yu's firm words. Her blank expression staring Baek-do down made her squirm and glance at me.
Eyes begging for help inwardly. Sorry, but the question itself was flawed. What're you teaching a machine like San Su-yu?
"Uh, th-then third-rate. What about you?"
Baek-do stammered at me, eyes expectant for a real answer.
I smirked at her.
My reason for fighting.
Could cite striking it rich, getting handsomer, whatever—but primal reason was one.
"To beat the shit out of every asshole I hate."
Of course, World Trees count among those assholes.
A faint smile crossed Baek-do's lips at my answer.
"You're the same breed as us after all."
Her quiet words made me subtly furrow my brow.
I could take most things, but not being lumped with Baek-do.