Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Peeking While Hidden
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“Huuu… Joo-hyuk, I can’t hold back anymore.”
‘Can’t hold back? What the hell does that mean?’
“What if someone sees us?”
“Hmph, let them watch if they want. It’s not like it’ll wear out from being looked at.”
It was then, as Han Yu-ra focused on the strangely intimate conversation, that the tent flap suddenly opened. Kim Joo-hyuk and Im Ji-hye, half-naked and locked in a kiss, came into full view.
“Mm… Ungh…”
The wet, slurping sounds of their tongues intertwining echoed through the tent.
“……!”
Han Yu-ra panicked at the unexpected scene and instinctively activated one of her sniper skills, Camouflage.
Her body blended seamlessly with the surroundings in an instant, turning transparent.
“……Huh? I feel like something was just here.”
At Im Ji-hye’s mutter, Han Yu-ra’s heart skipped a beat. She held her breath, standing stock-still.
“…Must’ve been my imagination?”
Han Yu-ra let out a quiet sigh of relief at Im Ji-hye’s words and carefully tried to slip outside.
‘Phew… that shaved years off my life. Timing’s all wrong to say anything now… I’ll sneak out and come back later!’
But then.
Drag—!
Whether he knew her plight or not, Kim Joo-hyuk fully closed the tent flap.
Han Yu-ra’s pupils shook violently at the sight.
‘Ahh! My only escape…’
Her despair was short-lived. The two began stripping off their clothes competitively, as if no words were needed.
“……!”
Im Ji-hye kept her lips pressed to his like a baby bird taking food from its mother, never breaking the kiss as she shrugged off her top.
Her C-cup breasts, perfectly sized and brimming with firmness, bounced free. Without pause, she yanked down her skirt and panties in one go, her face flushed with desperation.
A slightly wider-than-average pelvis came into view, along with neatly trimmed black pubic hair glistening with milky arousal fluid. Han Yu-ra’s eyes widened slightly at the sight.
“Master, don’t stare like that… it’s embarrassing…”
‘M-Master?’
Stunned by the oddly intimate title unfit for a normal man-woman relationship, Han Yu-ra froze.
Then Kim Joo-hyuk stripped faster than she had, shedding everything in moments.
Han Yu-ra recoiled in shock, covering her mouth and eyes with both hands—but her fingers parted just enough to sneak peeks at his body.
‘Wow! His muscles are insanely toned and perfectly balanced…’
Once an Olympic archery gold medalist, Han Yu-ra had seen plenty of national team athletes up close.
They were well-developed overall, but often had overgrown muscles in specific areas like backs, shoulders, lats, biceps, thighs, or calves depending on their sport.
Kim Joo-hyuk’s physique was different. No excess fat anywhere, every muscle densely packed and compact.
Smaller than steroid-pumped bodybuilder bulk, but sculpted like marble statues—each muscle distinctly defined in shape and size.
Her gaze naturally drifted lower. A thick, long cock stood erect before his solid thighs, prodding Im Ji-hye’s stomach.
‘Kyaa!’
The dark, rigid shaft.
She’d glimpsed a few in videos by chance, but this was her first time seeing one live.
Han Yu-ra squeezed her eyes shut against the intense visual shock, but soon pried them open, staring intently at his lower body.
‘…It’s huge.’
Not just long—the girth was unreal. Seriously, almost as thick as her wrist.
‘How does that even fit inside a woman…? Imagining it in me is a bit… scary. But why does Ji-hye look so blissful?’
Though a virgin who’d never had sex, living in the modern 21st century meant unavoidable exposure to sexual info.
And Kim Joo-hyuk’s was bigger than anything she’d heard about average.
For Han Yu-ra, who’d been steadily building quiet affection through his help, this was quite the shock.
Of course, it was a definite plus, not a minus.
‘Ah, but I really shouldn’t be peeking like this…’
Revealing herself now was impossible. Before they stripped, maybe—but post-clothes? She’d be branded a pervert with no defense.
They might understand after explanations, but she couldn’t bear their silent stares.
And, awkwardly enough, her sniper class’s Camouflage skill was perfect for voyeurism.
⚙ SKILL DESCRIPTION ⚙ Camouflage: Coats the skin's surface with a thin layer of mana, blending seamlessly with the surroundings. Grants Stealth status upon use. In Stealth, movement is restricted, but critical hit chance greatly increases. Effect ends if mana control breaks from unconsciousness or rapid movement disrupts the coating. In other words, as long as Han Yu-ra stayed conscious, her invisibility would hold, and they wouldn’t spot her.
‘If I’m careful, it’ll be fine…’
Han Yu-ra watched as the two explored each other’s bodies like beasts in a kiss.
Kim Joo-hyuk’s large hands kneaded Im Ji-hye’s ample breasts without hesitation, while his other hand slid down her slim waist and slipped between her thighs.
“Hngh!”
As his fingers touched her pussy, Im Ji-hye let out a lewd moan. Han Yu-ra swallowed hard at the sound.
Not to be outdone, Im Ji-hye’s slender fingers gripped his glans, stroking downward during the kiss—rubbing the shaft with her palm repeatedly before fondling his balls.
Han Yu-ra blushed furiously at Im Ji-hye’s bold cock play.
‘S-So lewd…’
Their hot breaths warmed the tent air.
Soon, Kim Joo-hyuk plunged his index and middle fingers into her pussy, stirring her soaked depths.
“Hnggh!”
Squelch, squelch.
Thrusting into her aroused pussy produced wet sounds, love juices trickling down her thighs.
“Agh! M-Master… too intense… ungh, I can’t focus on kissing… hngh…!”
Seeing Im Ji-hye—who’d been somewhat cold to her—distort in pleasure from mere fingering stirred a strange, lewd feeling in Han Yu-ra.
‘How good must it feel to make that face…?’
Even as he stirred inside, Kim Joo-hyuk occasionally rubbed her clit with his thumb, eliciting spectacular reactions.
“Ungh, hngrr! That! Don’t… I’ll cum too fast…! Nooo… hngh!”
Her words said no, but she spread her thighs wide to give him better access.
Thanks to that, Han Yu-ra had a clear view of Im Ji-hye’s drenched pussy and his fingers pistoning in and out.
Her spread folds revealed slick pink flesh without restraint.
Han Yu-ra gaped at the erotic sight.
‘W-Wow…’
She’d seen other women’s privates in post-workout showers, but never this aroused and spread so close.
Unaware of her own twitching thighs, Han Yu-ra couldn’t tear her eyes from their obscene acts.
Soon, his fingers parted her labia and massaged up and down meticulously.
“Ahh… ahhngh…!”
Each stroke made her pussy spurt love juice like a pierced water balloon—psht, psht.
“Haa! Haaah…!”
The droplets pooling on her thighs soon formed a small puddle on the floor.
Im Ji-hye could barely breathe by then.
Moments later, Han Yu-ra saw her lower body tense up.
‘No way, is that…?’
Sure enough, as his fingers deftly peeled back her clit hood and twisted, Im Ji-hye’s hips bucked forward, squirting a powerful stream—shhhiiiik!.
“Hnggggrrr!!!”
The force splattered some onto Han Yu-ra’s cheek.
“……!!”
Her body stiffened at the feel of Im Ji-hye’s love juice on her skin and the lewd scent invading her nose.
But only for a moment.
Im Ji-hye’s display—thighs splayed, folds quivering as she squirted—reminded Han Yu-ra of her recent hip massage from Kim Joo-hyuk, when she’d accidentally “released waste.”
‘Aaaah!! Come to think of it, back then I…’
Im Ji-hye had euphemized it as “waste.”
Too flustered then, Han Yu-ra had believed it.
But no.
It was 100% pussy juice.
Meaning his massage on her hips had made her wet without her realizing, soaking her pussy.
“……”
He’d touched sensitive spots, sure—but his skill was legit. So, she’d overreacted to a normal massage and squirted.
‘S-Stop thinking about it.’
Any more, and she’d pass out.