Chapter 31

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 31

Chapter Title: Hidden Expert

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'Of all things.'

Because the boss monster they'd fought today was an Ifrit that attacked heroes with flames of mana, scorch marks and holes dotted Sojung's clothes here and there.

"Mm..."

Just as Minguk was sneaking a peek at Sojung's chest, she shifted slightly in her sleep, mumbling like someone talking in their dreams.

"Oh?"

It was impeccable timing.

The shoulder strap on her barely hanging bra top had snapped, and one side was sliding down. Her outer breast came fully into Minguk's view, her pink nipple shyly peeking out.

Minguk swallowed hard and quickly tapped at his Hero Pad. Time to compare his world's common sense with this one's.

"...Was it wrong of me to ask? Or is this world just messed up?"

Somehow, reading the posts and chats always made him feel like the fool for asking. As Minguk stared at the Hero Pad screen for a moment, he tentatively reached out a hand to the side.

In his original world, he never would've done this—hell, he'd have bolted to avoid any weird misunderstandings. But those chat responses had planted some inexplicable courage in him.

Maybe that's why an unfounded conviction filled his head: Kim Sojung wouldn't reject his touch.

Gulp.

Minguk's fingers brushed the soft fabric of the tank top where the strap had snapped. He hesitated briefly, then slid his hand smoothly over her breast and inside.

'I'm screwed!'

A soft, warm sensation enveloped his palm. Sojung's breast yielded under his grip.

"Mm... Huh?"

Sensing the presence, Sojung cracked her eyes open. She glanced down at herself, then looked at Minguk in surprise.

Whenever the tear had happened, the part covering her chest was fully exposed. She didn't feel particularly embarrassed— she often lounged at home without a top anyway.

The issue was the man's hand slipping through the rip, kneading her breast bit by bit. No one had told him to do it; she certainly hadn't.

"R-Raid Leader?"

Sojung's mind reeled, unsure how to process this. She'd dozed off briefly, only to wake with a stranger fondling her chest. And not just any stranger—the raid leader of her team, a bona fide hero.

The thought of pushing his hand away barely crossed her mind. She wasn't married, and truth be told, she didn't hate this. It had been three whole years since a man last touched her.

Just before drifting off, she'd even been fantasizing about skinship with Minguk, her body heating up. Then his fingers lightly pinched her nipple.

"Ahh..."

A lewd moan escaped before she could stop it, flushing her face crimson. But Minguk kept teasing her nipple casually. His actions muddled her thoughts further.

'What's going on? Is the Raid Leader actually into this? A guy initiating with a girl? Is this his way of saying he wants me? Can I really trust it? Damn, this is driving me crazy.'

Part of her wanted to pounce on him right then. Her fingers twitched restlessly, itching for action. But recalling men's nature—especially her ex-husband's—she couldn't surrender to instinct.

'That bastard...'

Her ex had bolted less than six months into marriage. Divorce reason: sex life. He'd felt threatened by her insatiable demands. Men just avoided intimacy with women that much.

Of course, there were ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠rare exceptions: the so-called "horny" ones. But she'd only ever heard of them online.

'But the Raid Leader...?'

Was he one of those? Even after eye contact, he kept massaging her breast. He'd surely heard her moan.

Still, would a handsome hero like him really make the first move? But she hadn't begged him to touch her. Her thoughts spiraled, leaving her too confused to act.

"Mm..."

Better to stay like this and keep feeling his touch. As a hero, his mana seemed to resonate with hers, arousal building faster than usual.

'Internet forever! You guys were right!'

Her reactions emboldened Minguk. She looked lost in pleasure from his touch, just like Oh Hyun-ah after their repeated trysts. Lin Sha too, and Choi Yuna.

And Minguk wanted to hear her real moans up close.

'To the clan house...'

Traffic was jammed from rush hour, buying them time. He started tugging down his pants.

"Wha—?!"

His fully aroused manhood strained against his underwear. Sojung's eyes widened like saucers. A mana-awakened male hero indeed! Nothing like her ex—this was massive. Her gaze followed its throbbing.

Minguk grinned.

"The alluring sight of Kim Sojung has lured me in."

"It's been three years since skinship beyond holding hands with a guy. And no woman would refuse a man. Especially not one this huge..."

Her fingers wrapped gently around him. She couldn't look away. His musky scent eroded her reason.

"If you don't want it, I'll stop."

"Raid Leader, are you teasing me? Showing me this and then calling it quits?"

Sojung shot him a glare at his joke, then yanked down his underwear before he could change his mind. His impressive length sprang free, smacking her nose.

"This hardness?!"

The shock hit harder than clearing the "Flame Leg – Ifrit" raid.

Unlike her ex or other men, whose manhoods dented like sponges under pressure—making climax a chore—this felt like steel. And that thrilled her. He was this hard because of her.

'...Putting this in my mouth.'

It'd taste divine, beyond compare.

She wetted her dry mouth with saliva, prepping so it wouldn't hurt him. Once ready, she engulfed him fully.

Soon, wet slurping sounds filled the private space.

"Ngh..."

Minguk's moan made her shiver; she tongued him more eagerly. Post-divorce, she'd practiced endlessly on toys, suppressing urges. She'd studied videos too.

"Guhhh."

"Th-this?!"

Deep-throating, she massaged the tip with her throat. Pulling back slowly, her tongue tip teased the shaft and glans.

"Ahh?!"

Her technique outshone Oh Hyun-ah and the others. Minguk groaned, grabbing her head. Strangely, this world's women loved fellatio—especially deepthroat. Said it felt like conquering a man.

Either way, Sojung's skills were electrifying. As she sucked, she nudged the seat beside him. It reclined smoothly, laying him back.

"You started it, Raid Leader."

Her hand dove into his clothes. Cool fingers teased his nipple as her mouth resumed. Tongue and fingers danced over him like piano keys.

'Th-this isn't bad at all!'

Overwhelmed by pleasure, Minguk could only throb harder.

He'd started it, but now he was hers to toy with. Still, it felt amazing. Her silver hair swayed sensually with each bob.

Teasing men her kink?

Unlike others, she loved foreplay—licking nipples, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shaft, abs, chest, thighs. Seemed like forever.

"Can't hold back much longer."

His manhood ached to burst. He wanted inside her now.

"Oh?! Then right—!"

Licking her glossy lips, she straddled him—then froze, dismayed. The dashboard clock loomed.

Clan house nearly there. Even starting now, they'd have ten minutes tops. Not nearly enough. Minguk clocked it too.

'Still...'

Couldn't stop now. Lust burning, he yanked her arm, pulling her atop him.

"Raid Leader... T-time..."

"Just for a bit."

He gripped her waist, lifting. For a greatsword hero, her frame was slender; his mana made it easy. Aligning himself, he lowered her slowly.

"Haaah?!"

"Ngh!"

The tight squeeze satisfied him. As expected, she was perfection—a hero's grip was exquisite.

'What the—?! Harder than I thought? It's huge!'

Impaled, she was losing it. The rigid shape molded inside her. Massive, filling her completely. Nothing like her ex's puny one.

Sparks flew in their gazes. As they geared up—

Beep beep!

Alert from the driver's seat: clan house ahead. Both faces twisted in unison.