Chapter 190
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 190
Chapter Title: Imperial Guard
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'But ten coins per person...'
Han Minguk tilted his head as he checked the quest details. The description carried a nuance that treated women like mere objects.
It rubbed him the wrong way a bit, but Ppuu and Q'uu♡ weren't human to begin with. From their perspective, it probably seemed perfectly normal.
'Still, ten coins for one round of sex...? What's the benchmark for that? Ejaculation?'
If so, it was a massive jackpot.
Considering his stamina enhanced by mana, earning a few hundred coins a day through this quest would be a breeze. But the world didn't hand out free lunches like that.
No matter the number of times, ejaculating even once inside a woman grants 10 coins. To earn additional coins, you must embrace another woman.
'...So to keep raking in coins, I'd have to sleep with a different woman every time throughout the quest period?'
That was a problem for Minguk too.
He had zero time to meet women in the first place. And he wasn't sticking with the GGW raid team either.
Q'uu♡ nodded in agreement—or rather, her message window folded forward slightly—at Minguk's objection.
Understood. Then we'll reset it every 24 hours. I'd love to set a shorter period for you, Minguk, but this is the best I can do with my abilities.
'Thanks.'
Minguk nodded at Q'uu♡'s message, which carried a hint of regret. This didn't seem too restrictive.
Minguk immediately checked the prices of items in the Tier 3 shop.
The currently discounted Blue-grade Mana Crystal cost 40 Sex Coins.
Accounting for the special discount, the price would likely more than double once the quest ended. 40 coins was dirt cheap to begin with.
'Even so...'
Explosively boosting his mana seemed unlikely.
He had to factor in the randomness, just like crystals from loot boxes. Still, depending on his effort, he could snag a few needed for gear upgrades.
'Anyway, they're desperate too.'
Like Ppuu, Q'uu♡ was bending over backward for him in many ways. It showed how dire the situation was.
No wonder—if Vietnam collapsed, who knew how far the snowball would roll? Southeast Asia would become hell, China would face the worst, and Korea, sharing a border with China, would undoubtedly feel the shockwaves.
"So, who's our target?"
Honestly, the raiding target was all but decided.
'France's Imperial Guard.'
They were the only women Minguk could approach right now. And the highest odds too.
Just look at soldiers worldwide losing their minds at the sight of women. In other words, this world's female heroes, in a near gender-reversed society, were even more feral when it came to men. They were weak to temptation.
'Even during the tryouts, things felt off.'
Minguk had noticed the subtle stares from some heroes. Picking a target from them wasn't hard.
'Bridget.'
The Imperial Guard's promising dealer, expected to become France's sword after Chloe Castel retired.
Truth be told, aside from tryout talk today, Minguk hadn't chatted much with Bridget.
But her scorching gaze during the dungeon raid wasn't something he could forget easily. It was like a predator eyeing prey.
"Time to show you who's the meal."
Minguk stepped out of his suite and started walking slowly.
Even in this crisis, the Imperial Guard craved luxury stays—their hotel was one of Thailand's finest.
"How may I assist you?"
A hotel staffer approached Minguk right away, extremely polite, likely on standby for VIPs.
'Thailand must be in chaos too.'
The Thai government had declared an emergency over Vietnam's dungeon break.
With raid power as lacking as Vietnam's, a spreading break would spell disaster. They pinned their hopes solely on the Hero Association and Imperial Guard. And Minguk was the raid leader commanding the Guard in Celestia's stead.
"Ah, could you tell me which floor the French heroes are on?"
The staffer hesitated briefly before answering, recalling Minguk's role as interim raid leader despite privacy concerns.
"Dealer Leader Chloe Castel is on the 45th floor suite. The others are on 43 and 44."
"45th floor?"
Minguk thought of his own floor: 23rd.
The French heroes were resting a full 22 floors above him. He wondered why the rooms were assigned this way.
Chloe and the Guard's managers handled bookings, so the reasoning was beyond him.
"In that case, do you know which room Hero Bridget is in?"
"I'm afraid not..."
The staffer shook his head apologetically at Minguk's follow-up; he truly didn't know.
Not a total bust, Minguk headed to 43 first.
As the elevator rose, he realized Bridget or not didn't matter. Several women had shown interest today.
The moment it hit 43, Minguk inwardly cheered.
"Oh?"
Bridget stood there in casual clothes, waiting for the opposite elevator.
'Kinda hungry.'
Bridget had planned to crash immediately upon returning to the hotel after non-stop raids with the interim raid leader.
But why?
Lying in bed, sleep evaded her. Hunger gnawed instead. That's why she'd left in loungewear.
"Hum de dum."
Waiting for the elevator, she hummed, recalling the French restaurant in the basement.
'It's abroad anyway...'
Not up to her usual high-end spots back home, but a hotel restaurant would deliver basics.
But as the elevator light pinged, Bridget scrapped her plans.
"Oh?"
An unexpected figure appeared before her.
"R-Raid Leader?"
Seeing Minguk exit, Bridget swallowed hard. Her eyes drifted to his casual attire. Male heroes were perfection. Just looking filled her up.
'What's he doing here?'
43 was all Imperial Guard. Same for 44 and 45. Interim leader Minguk was on 23.
Chloe had arranged it to keep crazed pervs from touching Han Minguk before Vietnam's break was resolved.
[Especially you, Bridget. Touch the raid leader before Vietnam's fixed, and you're done.]
Her raid senior's warning echoed vividly.
"Ah, Bridget? I had something to discuss—perfect timing."
"With me?"
Bridget blinked in confusion as Minguk called her.
"It's about today's tryouts..."
Minguk smiled faintly and continued, but Bridget couldn't focus. As he talked raid business, his hand brushed her lightly.
'Ugh, damn it. Driving me nuts... Is he begging to be devoured? Why's he so damn tempting?'
Innocent on his part, probably. But a hot male hero touching like that? She was losing it.
She couldn't seduce him here, though. He was interim raid leader.
Any scandal driving him out would ripple back to her. But every shoulder graze made her gulp, nerves firing there uncontrollably.
Thus, she missed Minguk's sly smirk.
"Ah! This'll take a while—mind if we talk in your room?"
"Y-You mean you?"
"Yeah. Got a bit to say to you."
He winked. Bridget's eyes flashed question and exclamation marks. Clear signal. Woman's intuition screamed it.
"Not at all."
Like a pumpkin rolling right to her vine, Bridget blinked.
French restaurant plans? Vanished. Chloe's warning? Fading. Why fear when he's this forward?!
The door shut, and Bridget lunged at Minguk.
"Ngh!"
Ripping off his shirt revealed his chiseled, rippling torso.
"Fuck, incredible..."
Dazed by its beauty, Bridget latched onto his nipple. She sneaked a peek at his face.
'He didn't walk into this blind, right?'
But Minguk wore a light smile.
Boldened, she swirled her tongue on his nipple, hands undoing his belt. Pants down, she groped his underwear—and her gaze dropped instinctively.
"Whoa, wow!"
A massive cock she'd never seen strained to burst free.
Caressing it lightly, it twitched like a belch. Unlike any other man's—raw vitality pulsed visually.
'Th-this is a male hero...!'
And not just that.
His potent male scent from that huge shaft scrambled her mind.
Then Minguk's hand gripped her head, guiding it to his panty-clad manhood.
"Mmph...!"
The rigid length jabbed her face messily.
But Bridget felt no disgust—rather, a weird, not-unpleasant thrill.
Normal guys would tremble or react passively. Not this one. Heroic indeed.
"Ahh!"
She felt his hand clamp her head.
Then saw him pull down his underwear, freeing it. Hot, hard flesh teased her lips repeatedly.
"Ah, ahh!"
Instinctively, she stuck out her tongue to lick. How long did she lavish it?
"Open."
The commanding voice from tryouts hit, and Bridget eagerly parted her lips. His huge shaft thrust into her mouth.