Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Special Service
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“No matter what their relationship is like, it's not something I should butt into...”
Still, it was hard to just dismiss it as a simple lover's bond when Im Ji-hye called Kim Joo-hyuk 'Master' and obeyed his every command with unnatural devotion.
To Han Yu-ra, their dynamic looked less like lovers sharing affection and more like owner and slave.
Of course, love came in all shapes and sizes, and as long as it didn't harm others, Han Yu-ra had always believed there was no issue with how people expressed it...
“So why does it bother me this much!?”
The image of the two of them locked in intense sex refused to leave her mind.
And whenever she closed her eyes, Kim Joo-hyuk's chiseled body—rivaling that of a top athlete—kept flickering into view.
Not a scrap of fat anywhere, just pure, solid muscle. Especially down there... it looked incredibly firm...
“Ugh...! I must be losing it. Why the hell did I crawl in there...!”
Han Yu-ra buried her face in her pillow and let out a deep sigh.
One thing was clear: there was no room for her between Kim Joo-hyuk and Im Ji-hye.
To Han Yu-ra, Kim Joo-hyuk was her lifesaver.
The day she'd let emotions get the better of her, charging into battle for revenge on her fallen comrades—only to taste defeat and despair for the first time.
The moment she'd sensed it was all over.
Kim Joo-hyuk had sliced through the enemy in one stroke and extended a helping hand. When Han Yu-ra grabbed it, for a fleeting second, she'd swear a halo glowed behind him.
To her, Kim Joo-hyuk was a hero. And rightfully so—he'd saddled her with a debt of life, one no ordinary person could ever repay in a lifetime of service.
In short, Han Yu-ra felt indebted to him. She convinced herself that this sense of obligation was why he kept nagging at her thoughts.
'Yeah. I'm just grateful to my lifesaver and want to repay the debt. Nothing more to it.'
As Han Yu-ra tried to settle into that mindset and drift off to sleep, she suddenly felt a dampness in her panties.
She slipped off her leather skirt and checked between her legs. Right in the center of her underwear was a stain the size of a 500-won coin.
“...”
'Wait. Come to think of it, that time I got a massage from Joo-hyuk...'
Without realizing it, Han Yu-ra recalled the day after party hunting when she'd received that massage.
His skills had outshone any sports masseuse, but at some point, even without touching her there, her crotch had twitched, sending dizzying waves of pleasure through her.
Especially when his fingers kneaded the insides of her thighs—the electric thrill had nearly made her black out.
And then there was expelling waste she'd never felt before in her life during the massage. If Im Ji-hye hadn't whispered it to her, that day might have become her lifelong black mark.
“That was just because my body was tired... Yeah, fatigue made me sensitive, reacting to even the slightest touch...”
Even as she said it, a faint blush colored Han Yu-ra's cheeks. She scolded herself, desperately trying to erase the lingering possibilities from her mind.
“It's because he's my lifesaver that he's on my mind—not because of anything lewd!!”
But contrary to her words, a fresh stain was forming on her panties, separate from the first.
“Eek...”
In the end, Han Yu-ra had to change her underwear before bed.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Gasp! What time is it!?”
Tossed by last night's restlessness, Han Yu-ra had slept in until the sun was high in the sky. Shocked, she hurriedly donned her gear.
“Why didn't anyone wake me... Oh. Right.”
Unlike yesterday morning, Kim Joo-hyuk—a powerful summoner—was guarding her outpost.
Realizing this, Han Yu-ra sighed in relief and set her weapon down.
Before stepping out of the tent, she double-checked her outfit.
'First things first, I need to head to Joo-hyuk's tent and seriously ask if he'd consider staying at our outpost long-term.'
Emerging outside, she took in the outpost's unexpectedly peaceful vibe—a far cry from before.
No more terror or despair on the faces of those who'd been groaning in pain just a day ago.
Summoners gathered in small groups chatting, or tinkering with gear Kim Joo-hyuk had provided, preparing for the future.
Watching them, Han Yu-ra felt Kim Joo-hyuk's presence more vividly than ever.
Relief mixed with a pang of complication.
He'd only stayed one day, yet achieved a level of group stability she'd toiled endlessly for days to build.
'For now... I should find Joo-hyuk and ask straight-up what he thinks about sticking around our outpost.'
Before heading to his tent, Han Yu-ra checked her appearance once more, ensuring nothing was amiss.
With light steps, she started off—then froze at an odd sight.
Kim Joo-hyuk had pitched his tent far from the communal area, considerate of the group.
But on the path to it, she'd spotted several young female summoners. Multiple times, in fact.
And in their hands? Modern goods impossible to obtain ordinarily, clutched in bundles. The women giggled happily, beaming as they returned to their tents.
'Did they buy those from Joo-hyuk?'
That alone wasn't too surprising.
Before the orc raid, her outpost's summoners had easily handled goblins and cleared easy personal quests for points if lucky.
But that applied only to the 'few summoners' who'd taken Kim Joo-hyuk's advice, filled their daily quota, and gone hunting.
Most of the women heading to the communal area now weren't even among those Kim had appointed as 'managers.'
So, Han Yu-ra's suspicion was valid.
'How the hell did they get their hands on those rare items?'
Kim Joo-hyuk had said outright he wasn't a philanthropist. Unlikely he'd given them away free.
Which meant they'd paid some price...
Acting on a bad hunch, Han Yu-ra grabbed a young woman heading the opposite way down the path.
“Hey, hold up a sec.”
“Huh? What's this about all of a sudden?”
The woman clutched her items tight, eyeing Han Yu-ra warily.
“Where'd you get those things you're holding?”
Recognizing Han Yu-ra, the woman fidgeted, averted her gaze, then mumbled a reply.
“W-Well... Joo-hyuk gave them out.”
“Bought with points?”
“N-No...”
“Then what'd you trade for them? Or did you steal them?”
At the theft accusation, the woman jumped, waving her hands frantically.
“No! Absolutely not!”
“Then what?”
“It's... hard to put into words, but we kinda... helped Joo-hyuk out a bit. This is payment for that.”
“Helped how, exactly?”
Under Han Yu-ra's relentless questioning, the woman bowed her head shyly and whispered.
“W-Well... nothing major. Just... helped with something tough for a guy to handle alone. Like... masturbation, y'know...”
The forbidden word had slipped out.
“What? You said what...!?”
Han Yu-ra raised her voice, making the woman flinch before she continued.
“Guys need regular relief, right? Joo-hyuk's done so much for us already, so we just... took turns providing a little special service.”
“...Special service?”
Han Yu-ra's incredulous repeat made the woman take it as interrogation, spilling everything fast.
“Y'know... wiping him down, massaging sore spots... that kind of thing.”
The woman's face burned crimson with shame as she confessed.
“A-Anyway! I paid a fair price for these. Curiosity satisfied? I'm outta here!”
Han Yu-ra's head spun at the summoner's words.
Then, a realization hit.
“Wait—you just said 'took turns,' didn't you?”
Just the women she'd seen passing from Kim Joo-hyuk's tent direction numbered at least ten by her count.
All carried at least one modern item unavailable in the Tower.
Meaning...
“...”
Learning this, Han Yu-ra's mind grew even more tangled.
He'd declared himself her fan, vowing to help everyone—and he'd followed through. Life at her outpost had genuinely improved.
But in the blink of an eye, while she looked away, he'd reached out to other women.
How should she judge this? Accept it?
'What do I even do now?'
To verify the truth, Han Yu-ra headed straight for Kim Joo-hyuk's tent.
She'd see for herself what was going on.