Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: Peeking
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Han Yu-ra bowed at a perfect ninety degrees in front of me, and through the tear in her leather outfit, I caught sight of her massive breasts jiggling away.
The law of gravity pulled her plump flesh downward, creating that heavy, elastic sway. Right at the tip hung a plump, pink nipple that looked oh-so-tempting. It was a huge rack that perfectly hit my strike zone.
'Whoa... this has to be at least a G-cup, right?'
I was internally freaking out, but on the outside, I kept up the act of a total good samaritan.
"No need to thank me. Helping someone in danger is just the right thing to do. More importantly, you should cover up first..."
I swallowed hard and pretended to avert my gaze.
"Cover up? I don't think I'm hurt anywhere... Oh!"
Only then did Han Yu-ra realize that the named orc Krallta had completely shredded the front of her top, exposing her breasts. Her face turned beet red, like a ripe tomato.
With a cute little squeal, she dropped to the ground right there, trying to cover her huge tits with one arm—but they were way too big to hide with just an arm.
"Um... could I have something to cover up with...?"
At her request, I stripped off my armor and peeled away my crisp white T-shirt, approaching her under the pretense of covering her chest.
And in the process of draping it over her, I made sure my hand "accidentally" brushed against her breast.
'Holy shit, this is national treasure level.'
The hefty weight that overflowed my palm, that soft yet bouncy feel—I couldn't help but give it a little squeeze.
Taut and jiggly—
'Damn, so fucking perky. No way surgery could replicate this texture.'
If Ariel's tits were the epitome of softness, Han Yu-ra's were the type that wouldn't even leave a mark if you bit down on them.
"Ah...!"
Han Yu-ra flinched in surprise, letting out a short moan.
Regretfully pulling my hand away, I put on a worried expression.
"Sorry about that. It was an accident. Here, use this to cover up at least."
"Ah... Yes, thank you."
Han Yu-ra took my shirt and hurriedly covered herself. Her face was flushed with embarrassment.
'I straight-up groped her, but since I'm her lifesaver, she's chalking it up to an accident. Hilarious.'
I chuckled inwardly and struck up a conversation with her.
"You look like a mess. You should change clothes first. Don't tell me you don't have points to buy gear?"
"Yeah... I spent everything outfitting the hunting team..."
"Then let me buy it for you."
I pulled out my tablet, bought the most basic clothing set from the shop, along with a clean cloth for wiping off blood, and handed them over to her.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Used 502pt to gift Han Yu-ra: 'Basic Clothing (Female)', 'Clean Cloth', and '2 Bottles of Mineral Water'.] "You've already saved my life— you didn't have to go this far..."
"Don't mention it. I won't feel right unless I do this much."
"Really... I don't even know how to thank you..."
Judging that her guard was completely down, I pulled out my prepared line.
"If you don't mind, can I ask one thing? I'm sure this is our first meeting, but you look so familiar."
"......"
"Aren't you Han Yu-ra, the national archery champion?"
"H-how do you know me?"
"I knew it! Wow, I'm a huge fan!"
I acted like a fanboy meeting his idol after years, exaggerating my excitement with over-the-top gestures. At the same time, I subtly drew a circle behind my back—a signal to Im Ji-hye, who was watching from afar.
"I love archery! I've watched every single one of your matches!"
Of course, I didn't actually know all this. I was just parroting the info Im Ji-hye had whispered to me through her spirit.
'Alright, let's amp up the emotion. That'll sell the fanboy act.'
"Before you were an adult, you won gold at the Asian Games as the youngest ever, and then as an adult, you took Olympic gold to make it two in a row— the whole country went wild! I was pumping my fist in front of the TV!"
At my detailed rundown, Han Yu-ra dropped all suspicion. Meeting a fan who remembered her glory days brought a complicated expression to her face.
"...You're right. But that's all in the past now."
"No way! You were Korea's hero! It's such a waste for someone like you to be stuck in a place like this!"
Flustered by my fervent "fanboyism," Han Yu-ra didn't know what to do.
"Um, sorry... Could I change clothes first and then keep talking?"
She blushed, suddenly aware of her near-naked state.
"Oh, my bad! I got too excited and was rude!"
I made a big show of realizing it just now and took a step back.
"There's a tent over there—go ahead and change in there. I'll wait here."
I pointed to a relatively clean orc tent nearby. She nodded, grabbed the clothes and cloth I'd given her, and ducked inside.
The moment Han Yu-ra entered, I circled around to the opposite side, sliced a small hole in the tent with my knife, and peeked through.
Inside the tent, a small fire in the center lit everything up bright. Including Han Yu-ra's voluptuous body, of course.
'Nice angle! A bit of effort, but damn, my plan was genius. Heh...'
Though she hadn't shown it, being covered in orc blood had left Han Yu-ra chilled. She let out a sigh of relief at the sight of the fire.
"Phew, thank goodness."
Settling by the fire, she soaked the clean cloth in mineral water and slowly wiped the blood from her face, neck, collarbone, and down to her breasts.
My eyes followed her hands, appraising every inch.
First up: her face.
Smeared with sweat and blood from the fight, but her beauty shone through. Sharp yet cat-like eyes, a straight nose, cherry lips—she looked like she'd just stepped off a photoshoot.
'Honestly, if Ji-hye hadn't told me she was an archer, I'd have pegged her for a celebrity.'
Next, her slender neckline flowed into elegant collarbones. Below them sat those massive, magnificent breasts I'd just felt up.
Every time she moved to wipe herself, the heavy flesh jiggled enticingly.
"Mm..."
Shivering at the cold water but staying composed, Han Yu-ra gently wiped her breasts with the cloth.
Bathed in the firelight, her tits looked impossibly supple. I barely restrained the urge to burst in and ravage her right then.
'Hold it together! If I fuck her now, the whole plan goes down the drain!'
They say the devil's in the details.
I wanted her body and her heart.
After that agonizing wait, as if rewarding me, Han Yu-ra finished with her breasts and moved to her leather skirt.
Heart pounding, I watched eagerly.
Suddenly,
she glanced around the tent.
"I hope no one's peeking..."
Sure enough, sensing something, she started to peek outside. I bolted back to my spot, pretending to inspect my weapon.
Once her presence faded, I dashed back to the hole.
There she was: flawless abs, a tiny waist, just about to slip off her skirt.
Swish—
Her skirt slid down to her ankles, revealing toned, athletic hips and a massive ass.
'......!'
That overwhelming volume... Even I, who isn't into that, suddenly wanted to bury my face in it.
'Han Yu-ra's got top-tier slave potential...!'
I finally got what Archimedes felt yelling Eureka...!!
Face: Pass.
Body: Pass.
Personality: Don't care, Pass.
I stopped peeking and returned to the tent entrance. Had to calm my dick down first.
A moment later, Han Yu-ra emerged in the new clothes. She looked far more put-together and stunning than before.
I greeted her with my kindest, most benevolent smile.
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She stood before me and bowed deeply once more.
"Thank you again. If it weren't for you, I'd be..."
'Here, it's not clothes that make the woman—it's the curves.'
The basic outfit I'd bought looked like high fashion on her. The tight top accentuated her ample chest, and her old leather skirt hugged her firm thighs and ass perfectly.
"It's fine. Everything's over now. Oh, we haven't even introduced ourselves properly."
I extended my hand, introducing myself with maximum kindness and humility.
"I'm Kim Joo-hyuk. As you can see, just your average summoner."
"Average summoner? You cleaved that orc in one stroke earlier..."
"That? Pure luck. The orc got careless staring at you, Yu-ra."
"It felt like more than just luck..."
Han Yu-ra seemed suspicious but hesitated to press her lifesaver too hard.
"By the way, Yu-ra."
Not letting go of her hand, I asked with a concerned look.
"Why were you out here alone, without your team? Taking on an orc pack solo is way too reckless."
A shadow fell over her face again at my question.
"Well, actually..."
She began explaining her situation. Her group's hunting team had disobeyed her orders, pushed too far on a hunt, and gotten wiped out by orcs.
Her voice was calm on the surface, but laced with deep grief for her lost comrades and guilt as their leader.
I listened with a genuinely sympathetic expression.
"That's awful... You must have been through hell."
I comforted her with feigned empathy. But my mind was ice-cold, calculating.
'Leader of a 250-man group. I've whittled them down some, but they're still one of the biggest on Floor 1. And if she's led them, she's good at handling people.'
Her combat skills lacked one-shot power but were top-tier against mobs. Ranged attacks were a big plus too.
'Recruit her, and things get a lot more interesting.'