Chapter 166
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 166
Chapter Title: 151. Shueri Tastes Like Mango
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When I opened my eyes, the heroines were still fast asleep.
They really sleep a ton. Beauty sleep, huh?
Well, it couldn't be helped with all those traps. Dragging it out took too long. That's why right now would be perfect to devour them, but Yoyongi is a considerate bitch who looks after her heroines' condition. So I held back like a gentleman.
But the problem wasn't my heroines.
"Um... can I sleep a little more?"
Rosaria's eyes were hollow as she woke up.
Since there was still time before we moved out, I nodded along with the heroines, and she bowed her head before drifting back to sleep.
"What the hell did you do to make Rosaria's face like that yesterday?"
Reina scolded me.
Hey, I didn't do anything wrong.
"I didn't do shit? This time it really wasn't me."
"Huh? But you said you went to fuck Rosaria?"
"I did, but when I sneaked into the tent, it was Shueri."
Phew, that was close. If I hadn't taught her about womb-squeezing, we might've gone at it right there.
"No way, right? Tell me it isn't."
Reina shook her head ominously.
Yeah, "no way" is what kills you. Here, Yoyongi bagged Shueri, though.
I shook my head with a sad expression.
"No choice. Who knew she'd go down that easy?"
"Huh? W-Wait, no way?"
"No way I killed her?"
To show the pale-faced Reina and Han Su-ji Shueri's current state, I cracked open the tent flap.
"Take a look."
"Ahhng... Ahhng♥ C-Cumming!"
Inside, Shueri was in fountain-launcher mode, squirting into the air.
The air reeked of a slutty bitch in heat.
Her pussy lips were poking out as she pressed them with her fingers.
Should I dive in and fuck her? I want to suck the pussy juice of a bitch chosen by our War God. But I hold back.
I'm not dumb enough to interrupt a heroine's precious me-time for my pussy.
Getting cockblocked mid-masturbation is the worst.
Interrupted right on the edge of a clit orgasm feels like getting caught about to cum—frustrating, unsatisfying, just displeasure piling up without that blissful release.
So I don't interrupt.
Hell, watching her makes me want to finger my own pussy.
"And that smell... how the hell do you turn a cool girl like that into this?"
"Blame Yoyongi's training program."
I wiggled the fingers that had poked inside Shueri.
God Finger, that's what I mean.
"But isn't that Rosaria's tent?"
"Yeah. And she's marking her territory like crazy."
Tidal waves or whatever—you could call it territory marking depending on the ingredients.
Cunt juice is definitely tastier to lap up.
What if frustrated Rosaria comes in and smells this marking scent? Wonder what she'd do.
Just imagining it has my crotch getting wet.
"Wonder how Rosaria'll react later. Should I cast some Clean magic?"
"Shouldn't we wake her up?"
Do we have to? Like I said, can't interrupt her fun. We can clear everything first.
Better if she gets addicted to masturbating on her own anyway.
"Why? Let her make up for all the lost time in her life. Anyway."
I turned toward Shinohara Kotone.
She'd already washed up with Clean magic and gotten dressed.
No maids around, but she's no fragile lady—handling herself even in this mess.
And she detached the S-112 she'd set up yesterday for ass-advertising from the floor and brought it over.
"Finally seeing the ass-ad product in action?"
"You're so mean. It's good enough for ass-advertising. Plus, thanks to your mana refill, I mapped the whole dungeon."
"Really?"
At my words, she fiddled with the massive iron ball S-112 a few times, projecting a hologram into the air.
It was the dungeon interior.
Oh, S-112's worth the ass-ad. In maze-heavy dungeons with mana-hungry America, they'd beg for tech transfer.
"Sell this to America and we'd rake in billions."
"That's the plan. The family head thinks so too."
Yuzuki said that, then erased our first floor and showed the one below.
Unlike the straight-line first floor packed with trap monsters, this was winding terrain crawling with mid-sized beasts.
"This dungeon has five floors total. The bottom is five. Where we are has small monsters."
"Stronger ones deeper down, huh."
"Yes. Floor two has elite orcs minimum. Physical immune status monsters start on three. Two: 1,000, three: 1,000, four: 800, five: 400."
"We took out about 2,000 including outside first floor. Over 5,000 total."
Compared to the Korean-Chinese War numbers, monsters are whatever. The shrapnel-riddled Chinese hunters were probably tougher.
So if the Sin of Greed's going for a war of attrition, it's just pathetic.
Should I just blitz down and grind her pussy?
One good rub and she won't move.
A quick grind to enslave her as a maid sounds fun.
"Honestly, with us here, it's fine. From the war, Reina, Han Su-ji, Choi Si-woo—you three are strong. One-man armies."
"Found that out already?"
"Didn't you know? Overseas data-mined your war feats, background-checked everyone. Shinohara too."
"That explains the scary contacts."
Guild invites flooded in for a while.
Even Islamic ones—anything if I wore a hijab.
I burned those myself.
To tempt a bitch, exposure is key!
Guess our skills are hot commodities.
Whatever. Association handled it.
"Then let's clear it all today? Annoying as hell."
"Can't Eun-ha just Sea of Fire it? They want your intel, but drones saw enough—no gain from holding back."
"Yeah, but."
I'd even thought of punching through the floor.
Tested Shueri's power too. Using fire's no biggie.
Problem is her escaping.
She's a pro at running. Honestly, assume she slips away.
Canon proves it.
"She's a runner, big time."
"Si-woo has Akashic Records too?"
"Nah, Eun-ha told me earlier."
"Our Si-woo's so sweet, spilling without me asking."
"Ahhng♥"
I tugged his nipple piercing, and he melted.
"Whatever sin she is, what a pain. Rip her apart? Can't guess who?"
Kotone might take vague hints.
Akashic Records cover works.
"Akashic says German nobility lady."
"German noble. Akashic even knows that? Wait... Akashic Records?"
"Unique ability."
She looked envious.
"How many uniques you got?"
"Just picked this up. Luck."
Really just spilling known info.
"But it fucks your brain. Future shocks hit like brain hemorrhages."
"Then convince the family head, send Shinsengumi—kill all 10-20yo German ladies?"
Scary if serious.
Korea's tame. Japan's Shinsengumi's elite spec-ops—slip anywhere, eliminate on orders.
She's canonically Si-woo's, but without those gens, if Ha Jeong-seok disliked, she'd bald the lot.
So to keep her from betraying Korea for Japan, gotta fuck her pussy for sure.
"You'd really?"
"What if she drops dead? Europe's post-Cataclysm nobles grabbing power was gross anyway. Kidding. Eun-ha, ever think of naturalizing to Japan? We'd treat you right."
Naturalization pitch here? My pussy ain't cheap.
Money won't cut it.
Unless dozens like Yuzuki propose.
"Heh. My pussy's pricey—even Ha Jeong-seok couldn't touch it without marrying me first."
"Hm. I see."
What's with the considering look? Mulling it?
Excuse to fuck Yuzuki?
"Still, why proposition a national powerhouse?"
Reina whispered, eyeing Kotone.
"Heh. Even Baldy's helpless against me."
He couldn't complain if I yanked his hair like this.
"Impressive. Family head might consider positively. Owning you's better than tactical nukes."
"Eh, enough joking. I'll sweep up to four. You handle five. I'll rush and crack that sin bitch's skull."
High escape chance. Gotta land one last hit.
"Then... call Shueri?"
"Yeah."
"Eunngh... Hnngh!"
Pssshhh!
Enter the tent—War God's chosen Shueri's tidal juices splash my face.
I timed it, mouth open to guzzle.
Constellation chosen inherit the moniker.
Yoo Jin-seok and Choi Si-woo: 1st/2nd Gen Divine Sword. Park Jun-hyuk: War God (minor). That War God went to me and Su-ji, so we're War Gods too.
Shueri, chosen by War God Chiyou?
War God. War God's juices.
Nom nom?
Sweet and tangy.
Fruit-wise? Mango? Mmm, pussy throbbing, but hold.
"Ahng! Ahhng!♥"
Who the fuck tells me to hold back on this bitch?
No choice. Gotta service her.
I dove for her mango pussy.
"Wha—huh? Eun-ha? W-Wait a sec!"
"Gonna squeeze every drop."
Dungeon to clear, can't ruin her wank. So I'll suck her dry.
Legs spread perfect—I latched lips and sucked her pussy juice.
Mango pussy so sweet.
Sucked hard a while, then Shueri grabbed my head, grinding her pussy on my face.
Of course, after-service: I rubbed deliberately, savoring the scent.
Tangy-sweet perfection.
Pussies neglected stink bad, but Shueri's was satisfying.
No proper care, yet pure bitch mango aroma—I sucked like a dog.
"Hng... Ungh... Hnngh! Th-There, good!"
Despite cumming several times, she was still live fish thrashing, fingering her clit for more peaks.
This won't do. Full-on masturbation addict.
If not for Si-woo, Shueri could've been Lust candidate.