Chapter 138
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 138
Chapter Title: Chinese Dullahan
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After the war ended, I got promoted to a higher class.
Part of it was my own skill in taking down that Sin, but mostly because my crew had already wrecked the balance in first-year Class A from the start, so they just shipped us all up.
And it looks like they pulled the top performers from Class B into Class A—poor Park Jun-hyuk, rotting away in jail.
The upperclassmen are thrilled too. They keep calling me the war's top hero and showering me with praise.
I'm flattered, but I've got my social standing and reputation to think about, so I don't go too wild.
Plus, everyone knows I'm hot, so I've been flooded with guild recruitment offers.
"Like the Lily Guild, Taehwa Guild, Emperor Guild. And dozens of mid- and small-scale guilds under them."
"Yep."
"But seriously! Why! Why aren't you joining a guild and sticking around at the academy instead?"
The Blazing Bat hurled a bunch of guild paperwork scraps at my face.
To be precise, they were applications to let their guilds host me for field training—which basically guarantees guild membership eligibility afterward.
Honestly, I had been considering guilds.
But juggling all that with my flower-viewing duties just sounds like a hassle.
She hasn't returned yet, probably still dealing with war aftermath, but when she gets back to Hansung, she'll be in my grade.
She's a national leader, after all. She'd promote just for me.
"I haven't fucked Shinohara Kotone yet."
"You're insane. With you and your crew around, it'll ruin the class balance?"
Hey, we already got promoted—what's there to worry about?
"Ah, then just bump us all up to S-class separately. You trying to rob us of our academy youth? Huh? Wanna see me flip your skirt once?"
"You shameless bitch!"
Exactly—except she's wearing pants, not a skirt. Tch, what a pity.
She'd need a skirt short enough to flash panties to get Yoo Jin-seok's dick twitching. But the Blazing Bat not only has a shitty personality; she hardly ever wears skirts.
"We got promoted, didn't we? What more do you want?"
"No, even there, you'll outclass everyone. What are you even gonna do?"
Promoted and still dominating? Isn't that obvious?
"Have my bitches prop me up, duh."
"That's the problem. Why are you treating your seniors like slaves?"
"They love it—what can I do?"
The female cadets at Hansung Academy were already into me from the start.
Of course, the ones fawning over me hardest are the ones Choi Si-woo corrupted. In other words, monsters—and my servants.
"Haa. Fine. I'll handle the S-class stuff myself."
The Blazing Bat finally surrendered. About time.
"Anyway, how's it going with my brother?"
"He rejected me."
Her face says it all. The way she's grimacing and venting at me screams it.
"Really? Why?"
"Total siscon. It's driving me nuts. All because of you."
No, even without me, that personality screams "no girlfriend ever."
I tuned out the rest of her nagging.
We bantered like that—her venting, me ignoring—until I headed to the second-year Class A classroom.
"Welcome, Lady Yoo Eun-ha."
"Mmm, good. Good. Smoothie."
The female cadets of second-year Class A gathered around, fanning me.
Their eyes are all snake eyes.
Corrupted even further by lust under my influence after Choi Si-woo's fall—snake eyes are only natural.
"Mmm, so sweet. I'll reward you girls."
I crooked my finger, and the cadets with their cleavage on display approached.
I took a sip of strawberry smoothie and fed it mouth-to-mouth to each one in turn.
How can I act so freely? Simple answer.
I corrupted every single instructor and professor in second-year Class A—they're all women.
Male cadets? Second-year Class A doesn't do that.
"Seriously, with all your girlfriends, why make such a scene?"
"That's that, this is this."
"Can't you at least do it where no one sees?"
Reina pouted.
Fair point! If your husband's a womanizer, a good wife leads by example and offers up girls!
"You seem awfully dissatisfied. Should I tell Mom?"
"My apologies, Lady Reina."
When even my daughter-girlfriend Reina acts up, what can I do?
I apologized profusely and sent the cadets back to their seats.
"Anyway. Aren't we forgetting something?"
Forgetting? What?
"Ping Tao."
"What kind of name is Ping Tao?"
Ah, right—Ping Tao. Guess I gotta pull her out anyway.
She's a heroine, so I need to fuck her.
Choi Si-woo's off corrupting the remaining cadets, so the spot's free for once.
I love plopping him on my lap. And when I tease his lower mouth now and then, girl juice flows on the spot.
But he's not here today, so time to experiment with Ping Tao.
"Ooh, I wanna watch too."
Han Su-ji, who'd been disguised as one of the cadets earlier, tossed off her black wig.
"Wait, Han Su-ji's into that kind of play?"
Since when was she disguised?
"Feels thrilling being one of the faceless extras."
"You get off on the weirdest shit. Anyway, pulling her out in the classroom risks getting caught. Let's do it on the rooftop."
"Why?"
"You think if you saw a dismembered corpse in class, you'd just shrug it off like 'oh, chopped-up body'?"
Reina had a point. Forget the dismemberment—getting caught hiding a war criminal could cause a shitstorm.
So we headed to the rooftop and sat down with Han Su-ji and Reina.
"Alright, pulling her out of sub-space now?"
I reached into my sub-space, groped around, and hauled out one... then two pieces.
"Wait, is this thing even alive? The head's just... floating separately."
Ping Tao's head and body moved independently once out.
The torso felt heavy and dumb without the head lightening it, while the head, freed from the body, was prime horror story material.
But this isn't just a corpse named Ping Tao.
Red mana swirled at the severed neck stumps, tiny red threads connecting them if you looked close.
They wouldn't reattach easily, though.
Seemed like it needed her will to do it, but Ping Tao's head was fast asleep right now.
This bitch has it easy.
Meaning she didn't die. She's a monster, basically.
"What a bizarre situation."
"What the hell is this? Human?"
No, obviously not. Right?
"Probably leftover Sin influence."
Likely from staying severed in my sub-space.
Still, way more fun than a boring Chinese heroine. She's a dullahan now.
Dullahan heroine—hot as fuck.
Right now, I held Ping Tao in my hands. Her head dangled by the hair, bobbing lightly.
"Hey, wake up. Hey, you chink bitch. Quit playing dead."
I grabbed her head and swung it around.
"Aaaah! Dizzy!"
"Fucking bitch. Speaking Chinese again."
Good she's alive, but it pisses me off anyway.
After a ton of dizziness, she finally came to and spotted her severed body.
"Huh? What the— Kyaaaaah! My... my body!"
"Shut up!"
"Y-Yoo... Eun-ha? What happened? Why are my head and body separate?"
Why ask me? Sure, I'm the cause, but that's not my problem.
"Don't you remember?"
"Right. I was definitely with General Zhang Wei."
Is her brain only slightly better than a goldfish?
Forgot our brawl already?
Slap!
I smacked her cheek.
"Not that, bitch. The war. The war!"
"S-Sorry. So shameful. I never thought General Zhang Wei would kill me."
Finally remembering?
"I reattached your arms. But your head? Maybe from briefly bonding with that Sin, but it gained independent movement so I wouldn't kill it."
"W-What? So I'm a dullahan?"
"Speak Korean!"
Slap!
I slapped her cheek hard. Speaking Chinese again? You're in kimchi land—speak kimchi.
"Aaaack! What the hell? I'm Chinese."
"You know your precious China lost to Korea and ceded land as reparations?"
Ha Jeong-seok snagged the Northeast Three Provinces. Huge achievement—enough for long-term rule.
The world's changed so much post-cataclysm that leaders can hold power indefinitely with merits.
Ha Jeong-seok's right there.
"No way."
"Your comrades? Core nom-nom, slurp? Tasty."
My sub-space is packed with your friends. But they came to kill first—gotta return the favor. Like I always say, come to kill, be ready to die.
"Sob. Sob sob."
"You're alive thanks to me. Got it?"
No reason, but yeah, my grace kept you kicking.
"So what are you gonna do with me?"
"What else? This."
Time for rat-on-a-stick.
She's a monster touched by Sin—no worry about snapping her neck like Ha Jeong-seok.
I grabbed Ping Tao's hair and spun her head like a fire rat.
Grandpa taught me this once, long ago. Back when I was a kid during my salaryman days—nostalgic memories bubble up.
—Ah, this is rat-on-a-stick. Heh, you're good at it.
—Whoa! Grandpa, the field's on fire!
—N-No!
Was fun back then. Live rat version was the issue.
"Yoo... Eun... ha! Yoo... Eun... ha!"
She mumbled in Chinese at first, so I spun harder.
After a while, she started using Korean naturally.
So I eased up for now.
"Send me back to my homeland."
"You're legally dead anyway. Effort? Plus, go back now and they'll treat you as a war criminal."
Her execution squad would probably kill her on sight.
"Even so."
"You're just a monster now."
No angle makes you look human. Headless body walking? Where?
"N-No... Nooo."
"Yes you are. Be good from now on? My slave."
"No. I'm your slave!"
Surprise—she really is.
Because I devoured the Gluttony Sin, Ping Tao—only influenced by it—ended up as my subordinate anyway.
That's why her body won't resist me despite being movable.
"Good girl. My Ping Tao. Now, let's try something fun."
"What're you talking about?"
"I'll use you as my sex slave from now on. And you'll guard Songdo too."
Needed a guard dog anyway—perfect fit.
I'll Korean-patch her language later.
"Who do you think you are?"
"I think I'm me? That hit you landed hurt pretty bad? My gut still itches. Old hag."
Ah, fuck—getting horny. Gotta test something on this damn dullahan bitch.
"W-What are you gonna do?"
"Han Su-ji? Reina? Tie her body tight."
Just in case, I had them restrain the body properly.
"Sure thing."
With Ping Tao immobilized, I dropped my pants.
"What the hell are you doing? Why strip? Even between girls, this is— Mmph?!"
"Shut up and suck, chink bitch."
I shoved Nokang Yongyong tail's tip—big dick mode—into this damn bitch's mouth.
"Mmph! Mmmph?!"
Forcing it down her throat like this really fires up the conquest vibes.
Slurrrrp!
Yongyong's big dick mode tail feels exactly like a cock. So right now, I'm feeling a girl blow me in real time.
She slurps the glans deep. Her tongue flicking the tip feels weirdly good.
Thought she'd resist at first, but nope—that was it.