EP.9 Level 3 - Too Scary~ (1)
The thought that I was utterly fucked flashed through my mind in an instant.
Min Ayoung was a female supremacist with more pride in her gender than anyone. And here I was, shouting cunt bitch right in front of her. Was she suicidal or something?
"You crazy bastard with that loose mouth."
The moment she heard it, furious Min Ayoung's hand erupted in blue flames. If that hit me dead-on, I'd probably burn to nothing but ash.
But even after I'd already deactivated my trait, she didn't give a damn and hurled a fireball straight at Jeong-ah, glaring daggers all the while.
Crazy bitches, this isn't a dungeon or a training ground! More importantly, Jeong-ah—are you even alive?
"Crazy..."
The floor was melting slightly from the intense heat. Still, Jeong-ah must've offset some of it with her own trait; she didn't seem dead. Wait, isn't that beside the point?
Your trait level has increased!
"Hauut♡ Cumming♡ Hngyaat♡"
"Wh-what?"
Jeong-ah was climaxing like a maniac, her love juices soaking the floor slick.
Even Min Ayoung seemed a bit weirded out by the sight and belatedly snapped to her senses. Shit, we'd really fucked up big time.
Fuck, I figured picking a fight meant we'd head to the rooftop or something.
Just straight-up slamming her with cunt bitch with zero backing down. No way that was normal thinking.
Why the hell did my trait level up now?
It was the perfect puzzle, blocked by that wall. But it went up because Jeong-ah got hit with Min Ayoung's brutal fire bat and climaxed? What the actual fuck was this situation?
"Haah♡ Haaaang!"
"Why's she doing that?"
"No idea."
Min Ayoung stared at Jeong-ah like she was grossed out, but Jeong-ah interpreted that look as masochistic praise and came a second time. I was seriously losing my mind.
Meanwhile, the level up boosted my max mana a ton.
This should be plenty to mess with Min Ayoung. The situation had gone totally sideways, but objectively, it was a golden opportunity.
Come to think of it, didn't level ups unlock new traits? Keeping an eye on Min Ayoung, I slowly opened my trait window.
Seals specific memories from the target.
"Oh?"
I'd need to test the mechanics, but it seemed close to memory erasure. This could be pretty damn useful.
Time to test it out.
I tossed a blanket over Jeong-ah, who was still too blissed out to stand. Her face looked so fucking happy—maybe this worked out fine? On the other hand, it kinda felt like I'd lost to Min Ayoung, which pissed me off. Jeong-ah, you got wrecked too.
"How the hell does this even happen? Too Scary~"
I targeted the memories of the recent chain of events and applied it to the still-dazed Min Ayoung.
Did it work?
I wondered if it drained mana continuously during the seal, but nope—only the activation cost, no ongoing drain.
If the memories were gone, success.
"What, why's she rolling around on the floor?"
"Ah, Ayoung-ssi, you're here?"
Felt like it worked, so I acted like she'd just walked in. And sure enough, she asked me without a hint of suspicion.
"No dungeon jobs pop up? Fuck, what am I supposed to do if you only assign Yurim?"
"None. Yurim's was a last-minute fill-in anyway."
"So what? If there's none, go find some."
Crazy bitch, how the hell do I find jobs with no dungeons? Should I make one and create jobs? You're not going anywhere this week anyway.
Look forward to it, for real.
Mana was recovering nicely, so I could grin wide with genuine pleasure. Bigger capacity meant faster regen—nice.
"Ah, right, Ayoung-ssi. Jeong-ah said she has something to tell you on the rooftop later."
"Later? When."
"Right before clocking out. About an hour left?"
"Fine. Anyway, find work by tomorrow or you're dead."
What a bitch. See you at quitting time. Already pumped thinking up how far to push her.
"Phew, Jeong-ah, you okay?"
"Hee♡ Feels so good♡"
"Who the fuck does dangerous shit like that."
"But without that level of talk, it wouldn't have been this hot, right?"
"You cunt."
No reasoning with her. Why enjoy getting attacked by a walking murder weapon? I turned her maso, but I never taught her that hard play.
"Phew, super satisfied. Leveled up in the middle of it too."
"Leveled up?"
"Dunno if it was good control to survive that moment, or just the pleasure melting the wall."
The latter was straight-up insane. Still, Jeong-ah might challenge B-rank soon. Total bullshit stunt, but it worked out surprisingly well.
"Result's good, so I'll let it slide, but give me a heads-up next time at least."
"Yesss♡"
Honestly, her sudden charge caught me off guard. I prided myself on being pretty crazy, but apparently I was amateur hour compared to the real deals.
"Leveled up too. Charging mana right now."
"Ah, so that's why rooftop at quitting time."
"No CCTV up there."
That crazy scene earlier shouldn't have been recorded anyway... Spilled milk now. Good thing I wasn't tangled up in it.
"They won't check unless reported, so probably fine. Ah, but the floor?"
"Hehe..."
Jeong-ah's climax mess could be wiped, but the floor scorched and melted by Min Ayoung's trait? Not easy to fix. Sand it down and fake a pattern?
"Cover it with something for now. Any new sub-traits?"
"Uh, well..."
"You do? Spill."
She hesitated like it was embarrassing. She usually spouted even shyer stuff without blinking...
Wait, no. Is she building up to enjoy saying something humiliating?
Fully plausible for her lineup. More believable than sudden shyness. Her rising maso levels confirmed it was embarrassing.
"A trait that makes ice from love juices."
"Pfft!"
I spat out my coffee. Fuck, what did I just hear? Please tell me I misheard.
"Heng♡ Ice made from love juices has near-zero friction."
"Sounds practically useful."
Reduced friction meant big gains: better range from less air resistance, higher penetration on hits.
Arguably a solid sub-trait—worth congratulating. But why specify love juices? Give me the right to ignorance.
"And my actual juices get even slipperier as a side effect..."
"Ugh, I don't wanna know!"
"Huaa♡"
You're no maso. Clearly a sadist enjoying my torment.
She tested her trait briefly, then proudly demoed.
"Stuff like this too!"
Applied it to her shoes and glided like skating. Possible before, but mana-heavy.
"Back then, one side iced wasn't slippery enough—had to freeze the whole floor. Now, even surface, one side works."
"Pretty cool. Would've been better without leaving your juices behind."
"Hehe."
Quitting time approaching. Head to the rooftop early.
"Let's head up."
"Yess♡"
Jeong-ah's trait leveled, so more EXP from her too. Faster levels? Already thrilled.
Time's up, why hasn't Min Ayoung shown?
"Ah, here she comes."
"Jeong-ah, you here? Why're you here too?"
"Actually, I called you. Jeong-ah's here, sure."
"You dare?"
"Yeah."
My casual reply made her mana twitch. Weaker than cunt bitch, so no fireball at a fragile normie like me. Even in Korea's hunter free-for-all, they wouldn't overlook a B-rank murder.
"Why, rooftop's perfect—no CCTV, ideal for bullying me, right?"
"Why should I care about that shit?"
Min Ayoung hated rooftops. She just believed looking down on men was natural—no need to hide for it. Knew no line crossed, no report.
"Ooh, sweet."
She rushed at me fast, fist swinging to knock me out. Watching her massive tits jiggle, I muttered,
"Stop. Do It For Me."
"Uk!?"
Her fist halted inches from my nose like a lie. I tapped her inertia-jiggling tits, gauging the mana drain.
This cost? I could drag this out way longer than expected.
"You... what? What the hell did you..."
"Ah, fuck, this mood hits different. That panicked face is gold. Right, you cunt bitch."
"You bastard, what did you just—!"
Cunt bitch solid. Got why Jeong-ah went with such heavy wording. Min Ayoung trembling was hilarious.
"No no. Traits only outside the rooftop. Do It For Me."
The stop request froze her body only. If her trait gut-punched me, I'd die—had to be careful.
"Hey, Ayoung. How's it feel right now?"
"What the fuck did you do, you dog bastard!"
"How's it feel getting owned by the pest you always treated like dirt?"
"Kaak—ptoo!"
She spat at me instead of answering. Jeong-ah iced a shield, blocking it. Nice, Jeong-ah.
"From now on, Ayoung-ssi, you're getting railed like a rag in front of your junior. Thoughts?"
"Bullshit."
She still hadn't grasped the situation. Best way to teach? Education.
I asked Jeong-ah for the prep I'd explained earlier.
"Jeong-ah, if you would."
"Yup."
Her trait iced knuckle-dusters on my fist. This should dent a B-rank.
"Looks like teacher still doesn't get it."
"Bull..."
I slammed my fist into her gut with max force. B-rank toughness, but my level 3 body held up.
"Kuhak!"
"Won't fuck you, you ain't leaving."
No choice but to get fucked now. Got it?