Chapter 179: No, After All
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 179: No, After All
“Yu-Yoo Eon! Would you like to try some of this...?”
“Sure. Thank you.”
“Aven! This is actually pretty good...! Have a bite!”
“Thanks, this is delicious.”
12:00 PM. An osteria near the Northern Central Plaza. The group was having a light meal while waiting for the sparring event to begin.
Theodora and Sera, who had both misunderstood Yoo Eon’s recent behavior due to the typical differences in how men and women think, were currently putting all their effort into winning his favor.
The conversation keeps cutting off...! What do I do?!
What on earth is he thinking?! This is driving me crazy!
Until just a moment ago, they had been chatting away with Yoo Eon, but his responses had suddenly grown short. Now, even when they spoke to him, they received only brief acknowledgments. To any observer, it was clear that something was wrong.
One might wonder if Yoo Eon was simply executing the "domination and neglect" strategy he’d learned from Alfi to perfection, but the reality was different.
It’s a goddamn bloodbath out here.
Yoo Eon had briefly scanned the surroundings with his Evil Eye, and his vision was dotted with individuals glowing a deep, vivid red—the color of pure hostility.
Is it those bastards from the Small and Medium Clan Alliance...?
Yoo Eon didn't recall ever going out of his way to make enemies. However, he did have a history of friction with the Northeastern Small and Medium Clan Alliance, who had taken offense at his recent activities.
Since this was the Northern Sector and the guild-sponsored event had drawn a massive crowd of explorers, it was only natural that many members of the alliance would be present.
“Sera, Dora. Keep eating for a moment.”
“Yu-Yoo Eon...? Where are you going...?”
“Did something happen? Should I come with you?”
“No, just stay put just in case.”
* * *
Through the Evil Eye, Yoo Eon watched as one man, glowing a brilliant crimson, stood up from his meal inside the same restaurant. Hostility of this magnitude was practically a declaration of murder.
There’s no way that’s normal.
Leaving Sera and Theodora behind, Yoo Eon stood up and followed the man.
—Step, step...
He trailed the man quietly to avoid detection, only to discover a rather shocking truth.
“Hey, why the hell are you scowling with that ugly mug of yours again?”
“Your face is already a mess, but that miserable expression makes it even worse to look at.”
“Fuck... My face, my face! I’m just pissed because I saw some gigolo-looking bastard in the restaurant eating with two bitches whose tits were as big as their heads!”
“Haaa, fuck. I wish I could live like that just once.”
Apparently, they weren't from the Small and Medium Clan Alliance.
That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?
Yoo Eon briefly debated whether to say something, but since they just seemed to be in a bad mood, he decided to let it go.
* * *
“Did something happen? Should I come with you?”
“No, just stay put just in case.”
“W-Wait a second...”
Yoo Eon had been staring intensely at something before suddenly getting up and walking away. Naturally, Sera and Theodora, who were left at the table, were bewildered.
They were certainly curious about why he’d abandoned his meal so abruptly, but there was something else weighing even more heavily on their minds.
I’m alone with Sera?!
Just me and Theodora?!
Yoo Eon, the bridge that connected their awkward relationship, was gone. Since they both had things on their conscience regarding the other, the atmosphere couldn't have been more uncomfortable.
“Se-Sera... It’s okay if I call you Sera, right...?”
“Ye-Yes?! Ah...! Of course! Please, be comfortable....”
“You can call me Theodora, or even Dora. Usually, only my family calls me that, but....”
As Theodora spoke, a bolt of realization—or rather, a misunderstanding—struck Sera’s mind.
Dora is a nickname for family... and Yoo Eon calls her Dora.... Which means, as I thought...?!
“I see... Dora.... It’s a cute and pretty nickname....”
“Sera... do you have any... hobbies?”
“Hobbies...?”
Sera briefly replayed her daily routine in her head. Whenever she had free time after finishing her work at the inn, she would fantasize about a happy married life with Yoo Eon, or think about what to name their future children.
When she couldn't hold back anymore, she would sneak into Yoo Eon’s room on the second floor to masturbate. When he wasn't around, she used to read romance novels at the library, but by now, she had enough material in her own head to write dozens of volumes.
But she couldn't exactly confess all that to Theodora, whom she considered to be Yoo Eon’s primary wife.
“Just... occasionally reading books at the library...?”
“Aha... I see....”
“What about you, The... Dora?”
“Hobbies...? Hobbies... Hobbies, well....”
Theodora didn't really have any hobbies to speak of. Her life consisted of a packed schedule, and on the rare occasions she had free time, she would call Yoo Eon to hang out. Normally, she should have been organizing the mountain of purchase and sales orders for the business.
“Or perhaps friends...?”
“Ah, umm....”
She didn't really have anyone she could call a friend either. Before her seventeenth birthday—her coming-of-age ceremony—she used to attend parties with the heirs of influential families and socialize at gatherings.
But after receiving orders from Renart to hunt for a husband, she hadn't done much of that. Since then, she’d been too busy managing the Lymain family’s branch in Calax.
“Ah, Sera. That pepper shaker....”
“Yes! Here it is.”
As they picked at their food, Sera stood up to hand over the pepper shaker that was closer to her.
—Clack.
Her breasts are huge.... And her skin is so white....
Theodora found herself staring at the cleavage of the leaning Sera. Feeling the blatant gaze, Sera cleared her throat and slightly tugged the fabric of her shirt upward.
“Umm....”
“I-I’m sorry. I was staring too much, wasn’t I?”
“Ahaha... No, it’s fine. I think you’re very beautiful, Theodora. You’re quite tall, too. How tall are you exactly?”
“I think it was 167cm the last time I checked.”
Sera remembered her own height being closer to 162cm. While not short for a woman, her mother, Marta, was a tall woman who exceeded 170cm.
She remembered her father being very tall as well, so she often wondered why she’d stopped at such an ambiguous height.
“I see... I wish I were a bit taller too.”
“But you’re not short at all. In fact, if you’re too tall, some people don’t see you as feminine...?”
“Yoo Eon is tall, so I wanted to be a bit... Ah, I mean....”
“Th-That’s true.... He’s tall, and everything else about him is so big....”
“E-Everything else....”
For a moment, both of them recalled their nights with Yoo Eon. The incredible stamina he’d built up through hard labor at the inn. The superior endurance of a powerful beastkin. Neither of them was the type to be called weak, yet...
Why did I have to pass out first...!
I barely managed to hold on until the very end....
As they both reminisced about those embarrassing memories, they stared at each other with faces flushed bright red.
“Sera, what cup size are you, by any chance...?”
“That... probably an H....”
“...As expected, it’s incredible.”
“Dora, yours look very large too....”
“Well... they aren't small, but....”
Replaying their past experiences in their minds, they began to steal glances at each other’s bodies.
Theodora is a noble.... I wonder if they did it very elegantly...?
Her hips are so wide. He must have gone in so deep, right...? Since humans don't have an estrus period, it must have been gentle and soft....
Due to prejudices stemming from their different races and social statuses, Sera and Theodora each wondered what the other’s relationship with him was like. They both assumed that while they had been treated quite mercilessly, the other must have had a different experience.
I want to try it too... gentle, warm mating without an estrus period....
Slow and sticky... it must feel so good....
—Scraaaape.
The sound of a chair being pulled out startled both women, snapping them out of their fantasies. They turned their heads toward the noise.
“Yoo Eon... Eh?”
“...What the. Who are you?”
“Hey there, ladies. Why are you wasting your time eating without a man?”
A man they’d never seen before had suddenly sat down at their table. A muscular, bald man had taken Yoo Eon’s seat and was now thrusting his large, unpleasantly dark face toward them.
“It’s a festival day, you must be lonely without a man, right? How about it? When I get my hips moving, women start screaming, you know? They go, ‘Oppa, you’re killing me!’”
“Is that really true?”
“Yeah—”
—CRASH!!
“I’ve noticed that when I swing my hand, people start screaming too. They go, ‘Big brother, I’m dying!’”
“Gah...! You fucker...! Who the hell are you?!”
Yoo Eon had appeared just in time and delivered a punch that sent the man’s jaw spinning. The hulking brute went flying sideways, smashing through two tables before collapsing.
“It’s me, you bastard. Would you even recognize my name if I told you?”
Yoo Eon flicked a gold coin to the trembling owner of the osteria and walked toward the man.
“And who the hell are you?”
“You crazy bastard... You’re clearly an explorer, and you are so fucked! You don’t know me?! I’m the direct successor to the vice-captain of the Blacksmith Clan...! With one word from me, you’ll be forced to enter the labyrinth buck-naked without a single sword or shield!”
Yoo Eon stroked his chin as if considering the man’s words, then nodded.
“Is that so? Nice to meet you. I’m a blacksmith too.”
“Wh-What...?”
“A blacksmith hammers iron to create a masterpiece, right?”
Yoo Eon rolled his right shoulder and stepped closer to the man.
“I hammer people with my fists to create a masterpiece.”
* * *
“Big brother, I’m seriously going to die. I’m sorry. It was my mistake.”
“Wow, this really is a masterpiece. Alright, you’re cleared for shipping. Get out.”
The blacksmith, now covered in bruises from head to toe, scurried out of the shop in a hunched posture that didn't match his bulky muscles.
As Yoo Eon wiped the sweat from his brow and ran a hand through his hair, Sera and Theodora, who had been watching from the side, nodded silently to themselves.
No, after all, intense is better.
I want him to ravish me.