Chapter 191
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 191
Chapter Title: Imperial Guard
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“Hah! Ugh! Ahh! Hnng! Haaah!!!”
A maddening pleasure she’d never known before relentlessly assaulted Bridget’s body.
And that wasn’t all. Contrary to her initial thoughts, Bridget wasn’t the one grinding her hips atop the man—instead, she was the one thrusting her ass back, impaled on his scorching heat.
Sex with Han Minguk unfolded in a way utterly unlike anything with an ordinary man.
He’d first claimed her mouth, then scooped her up in one swift motion and plunged his cock inside the moment they hit the bed. No drawn-out foreplay, no building atmosphere like with other men.
Of course, it wasn’t just his actions that set him apart.
“F-Fuck…! Shit! It feels too fucking good!!!”
Bridget was shocked to discover her moans could be this loud.
Even as she thrashed her hips wildly, she stole cautious glances at Minguk’s face, but he was utterly lost in slamming into her.
And then…
Smack!
“Haaah!!!”
Every time Minguk’s hand cracked against her ass, a shiver ripped through her entire body, instinctively clenching her core around him. And right on that cue, his massive shaft speared through her depths.
“Aaaahhh!!”
The exquisite friction of their sexes grinding together sent waves of ultimate ecstasy crashing over her. Her juices had soaked the white bedsheets into a total mess.
Moaning this loudly was new enough, but gushing like this? Unheard of for Bridget.
“Harder! Aaah! Raid Leader!”
“Raid Leader! Take me as your partner too! Please?! I’ll do anything!”
Every time Minguk’s cock churned her insides, Bridget shook her head, spilling out desperate pleas and every filthy word she could think of.
But she meant it. If joining his cartel meant getting railed like this, she’d do it in a heartbeat. This sex was like a potent drug.
“Hoo… Hoo.”
Minguk gripped her thrashing ass, pounding away as pleasure overwhelmed her.
Bridget’s body burned as hot as Giselle’s, fueling his lust, and her tightness was beyond expectations—chewy, gripping perfection.
Whether from inexperience or just a narrow entrance, she clamped down so fiercely it was insane.
“Hic! Ngh! Nnngh!!!”
How long had they been at it?
“Hah! Ah! Ahh!”
The sensations building below made Minguk speed up his hips. He yanked her waist hard against him.
“Aaaaaaaahhh!!!”
Savoring her drawn-out moan, Minguk unleashed thick ropes deep inside her.
“Ah… Ahh… Nn!”
Bridget trembled finely, relishing the hot cum battering her walls. Once the afterglow of his prolonged release faded, Minguk pulled out.
“Uh… Uwaaah.”
Feeling hollowed out, Bridget looked down. Her pussy was a wreck, oozing what had to be his seed.
He’d pumped so much into her. As a woman, she felt a genuine swell of pride at fulfilling her role.
If I get pregnant like this…
It didn’t sound half bad.
A child of male and female heroes would be strong and healthy, no doubt. If it bound Minguk to her as his wife… Just imagining it thrilled her.
Minguk lay beside her sweat-drenched body and planted a light kiss on her forehead. Her eyes turned to hearts at the gesture.
“Handsome guys like you always have the best manners, huh?”
“Don’t other guys just bolt after they’re done?”
Minguk chuckled, playing along. Post-sex gender differences were common knowledge from internet forums.
“Well, yeah, but…”
Bridget’s gaze drifted to his crotch.
Their combined mess had ruined it. She sat up to grab some wet wipes, but—
“I prefer your mouth for cleanup.”
His words made her eyes widen. Then, naturally, she took him between her lips.
Slurp. “Mana-awakened heroes must be different. You’re not like regular guys, Raid Leader. Wait—no, the other guys in the clan aren’t like this either…”
“I’m a bit more virile than most.”
“Music to my ears.”
She nodded emphatically in agreement.
She could hardly believe this. Just hours ago, sex with a hot male hero was pure fantasy.
“Mmm…”
Minguk felt himself hardening again under her diligent mouth. With ejaculation done, Qoo♡’s quest was cleared.
But tonight was Bridget-only. She’d fallen easily, so others might too, but for max points, he needed the big picture.
Gather intel through her, then reel in the rest together.
During their romp, she’d spilled plenty. Surprisingly, Chloe was eyeing him too. Approaching her first might score easy sex.
And the other Imperial Guard heroines? They’d pounce at any chance. No real vacations since the Dark Monster war—they were man-starved.
“Hng… Hn!”
As Minguk recalled her words, her sucking intensified, breaths ragged. He had no plans to stop at one round. Bridget’s moans echoed through the room once more.
“Tch. Looks like just one purchase today.”
Minguk frowned at his coin balance. No big loss, though.
[Heroes interested in guys? Pfft, who isn’t? They’re all dick-obsessed.]
[Tomorrow work? Uh… with someone else? W-Wait, a threesome?!]
[Damn, our Han Minguk Raid Leader’s no joke. Wonder how much he’ll make me squirt tomorrow…?]
He’d baited Bridget hard—fresh fish incoming tomorrow. Four a day netted a Blue-grade mana crystal. Whether he needed it was another story.
“Today’s another 【A-5】 dungeon clear. Picking up from yesterday’s progress. With clear experience, we’ll skip briefings and jump straight into tries from now on.”
“Skipping briefings? You sure?”
Dealer Lead Chloe cut in. She got the situation but thought he was rushing.
“Feedback if issues arise. But given the Imperial Guard’s specs and skills, shouldn’t be major problems.”
“Well, if you say so…”
They’d downed these mobs before.
Barring a freak dungeon collapse, they’d farm repeats. Experience honed strategy mastery—Minguk’s idea had merit.
Chloe eyed the team. They looked refreshed after a good night’s sleep. Especially…
“You, eat something good? Your skin’s glowing.”
“Y-Yes?”
Chloe eyed the startled Bridget suspiciously.
“While you slept, Dealer Lead, I grabbed a bite. The basement cafeteria’s decent.”
“Tasty? I went this morning—meh.”
“Agreed. Not real French.”
“…Haha. It’s not France here. Decent considering.”
Bridget fumbled awkwardly amid the team’s input. Suspicious, but no reports of last night’s commotion.
“Anyway, you first if shit hits the fan, Bridget.”
“So mean, Senpai.”
Chloe flipped her the bird coolly at the theatrical whine.
The raid resumed. Minguk and the Imperial Guard cleared faster than yesterday.
Loot chests? Tossed unless mana crystals. Items were mostly bind-on-equip needing engraving—raid-only use. 【A-5】 gear was below Imperial Guard’s Gear Score anyway.
Non-binds went to Chloe. Minguk took crystals only; rest to them.
【A-5】 weapons hit Gear Score 660—auction house gold. Mid-clear—
“Free tonight?”
Imperial Guard dealer Joanna tilted her head at the sudden question, glancing at the asker.
“Why outta nowhere? Not dinner, right? That French place you mentioned was trash.”
She recalled pre-raid chatter. This morning’s French spot sucked.
“Guess so.”
“Huh?”
“So, wanna join for something amazing? You’ll love it.”
Joanna shrugged off skull piles underfoot at Bridget’s pitch.
“Thanks, but post-try, zero appetite for outside food. Probably 20+ hours again.”
“Likely.”
Bridget agreed. Rush 7-star hero Minguk: nonstop 7th-grade special kills. Tight schedule till dungeon boom.
“But once you know what, you’ll beg to join.”
Bridget knew Joanna’s response.
Few heroine rejects would pass. Repeated teases hooked Joanna.
“…What’s this delicacy?”
“What I ate yesterday.”
“Your meal? Not that damn restaurant?”
“Nope. Han Minguk’s cock.”
“What?!”
Joanna’s eyes bulged in shock, shoulders flinching as she ducked her head.
Luckily, no team notice. Dealer Lead Chloe tanked upfront.
“F-For real? You crazy bitch, you actually fucked Raid Leader Han Minguk? Chloe know?!”
Joanna whispered harshly, eyes on Minguk. Despite last night, he seemed normal. Regular guys would freak.
Bridget’s wild tale poured into her ear.
“Fucked him proper last night. Or got fucked—my bad.”
“You got railed?”
“Tried topping first, but ended up skewered. Hero stamina’s no joke.”
Joanna swallowed hard.
She knew Bridget’s man-craziness as teammates. For her to get sent packing… Lust levels unimaginable.
“Meeting again tonight… Wanna? I’ll set it up.”
“Fuck. Hell yes.”
Unmissable offer.
Not as thirsty as Bridget, but starved half a year from Dark Monster expeditions.
A male hero? Hot as hell? Joanna prayed for a quick wrap-up.