Chapter 171

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Translator: True Detective

Chapter: 171

Chapter Title: 156. Return

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The constellation known as the War God was in dire straits right now.

It was a question from the incarnation he himself had chosen.

To the War God, who fought by wielding various weapons like divine artifacts, what kind of nonsense was this?

Love? Wasn't that something for women to fuss over?

No, come to think of it, the contracted incarnation, this girl named Shue-ri, was indeed a woman.

Honestly speaking, that white-haired woman gave off a slightly ominous vibe.

She professed fondness for Shue-ri, but her words made her sound no different from some lecherous brute chasing skirts.

If possible, he'd ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like to separate her from his incarnation, but it seemed the incarnation was already entangled with this ominous woman.

"What do you want to do?"

The problem was, looking into that white-haired woman's eyes, she didn't seem like the type to give up easily.

If you couldn't avoid it, better to confront it head-on.

She wasn't someone you could handle with brute force. The War God could tell. She wasn't the type to be subdued by power; she was a being on a whole different level.

Winning against her was probably impossible. Truth be told, Shue-ri hadn't been handling the constellation's power for long.

For that matter, it was unclear if his current incarnation could even regard her as an enemy.

"Hmm."

Even so, he couldn't just leave his incarnation be.

One day, she awoke, realized she was the War God, and somehow ended up fighting monsters to survive. Impressed by her grit, he formed a contract with Shue-ri.

Now, that contracted Shue-ri was seeking his advice.

Looking closely, it seemed something with 'god' in it was connected to that woman too. All the more reason he couldn't ignore it.

Maybe it was better to keep her close by. But she lived in the Qing territory. Would she come to this Serto to help his incarnation?

She didn't seem obsessively clingy.

She probably just craved physical pleasure.

Then maybe she'd leave on her own.

Yes. Now wasn't the time to indulge in romantic feelings. Until the great cause was achieved, he had to be cautious even in his conduct.

"You must refuse her."

"Shouldn't you save the suffering people of the vast Central Plains? You've enjoyed enough revelry so far. Part ways with her."

"You must endure. You have a great task ahead."

"Then give yourself to her just a little."

If that's how she felt, why even ask him in the first place?

"Even so."

"...Can't you endure even that much..."

"......"

To put it professionally, it was like preaching to the deaf or singing in the wind. What was the point of saying more? Better to just let her have her way. He was the one who chose this incarnation. He'd have to tough it out.

They shouldn't have met in the first place, but since it had come to this, there was no helping it.

Besides, as a constellation, he could peer into his incarnation's heart.

No hope there. At least when fighting the emperor, they could clash physically, but this was truly hopeless.

Yes. She was his chosen incarnation. He'd have to tough it out.

The War God let out a sigh so deep it could sink the earth.

"I don't know either. Do as you please."

And so, the War God had no choice but to watch for a while as the women squirted at each other and sucked and bit.

Yong-yong was absolutely thrilled right now.

In the photo, that cool beauty was clinging desperately, looking utterly pathetic—and it was a sight to behold.

Feeling that womb-throbbing sensation while gushing love juices like a flood, enough to mistake her for a tidal wave.

Women who produce a lot of fluids are just so damn hot.

Thanks to that, my tail was thoroughly soaked in Shue-ri's juices.

"Had enough fun, us?"

"Yeah. Mission accomplished, so I should head back and report on Sun-yang too."

I'd love to meet that Ming-mei, the general of the Northwest warlord, sometime.

Did I mention she's a woman? A general of the Northwest warlord, no less.

And a woman at that. As a general, she must be young and perky, right? Puhat. I want to rush over and see her now.

Slurp slurp away.

But more than that, I had something big to commend Shue-ri for.

She spoke Korean way too well.

"Your Korean is pretty good, huh?"

"Doesn't it look even better when I speak Korean?"

She gave me a puzzled look at my question.

Yeah, it's great for me. Great, but unlike Ping-tao, she's too good.

Meaning, she's on par with actual Koreans—no real difference.

"It is. But you're awfully fluent?"

"Truth is, there was a Korean in the Northwest warlord's forces. Or, to be precise, from North Joseon."

"Ah."

Then she began recounting her heartbreaking tale.

"That guy originally fled to Korea when North Joseon collapsed and lived there, but people looked down on him for his North Joseon accent, saying he was low-class and couldn't hold down a part-time job. He finally learned standard Seoul speech with great effort, only to get scammed and sold to the Beijing warlord. He escaped, but returning to Korea was tough, so he joined the Northwest warlord and fought monsters on the plains. Then, surrounded by monsters and facing death, his last words were 'I'm hungry.' It wasn't discrimination against North Joseon folks; the Northwest warlord just lacked food so badly he had no strength left to fight from starvation. That's why I'm working to ensure no one in the Northwest starves."

"So he taught you Korean?"

"He was always cursing: 'Fuck fuck, what a shitty world. That bastard Ha Jeong-seok has no parents.' I asked what it meant, and that's how I learned Korean from him."

What? That's scary.

"He was a bit stubborn. He always told me one thing: Pyongyang cold noodles are actually tastier in South Joseon. Before the battle where he died, he said once it ended, he'd save up and go south to open a cold noodle shop."

"Ugh, that's what got him killed."

Why stand a death flag like that?

"So to honor his will, once the Northwest stabilizes, I plan to open a Pyongyang cold noodle shop in Seoul. He always said it. If I can't, he told me to do it for him."

No, that's brainwashing.

"The Northwest hero's dream is a noodle shop?"

"No, he'd have his subordinates run it. I'd just hold the recipe. I don't know how to make cold noodles."

"Yeah, figures."

I can't even imagine you making cold noodles.

I'm curious about that North Joseon guy, but I absolutely can't say it.

"Truth is, I don't want to part with you. Being with you makes my lower belly tingle so much. That womb-throbbing feeling is too good. And I think I love you."

Falling in love from womb-throbbing. Well, damn. I love her simple personality that can't distinguish love from pleasure.

Having tasted my touch, she's completely mistaking it for love.

"Then don't go. For a woman, nothing's more important than love."

"But I still have things to do."

Then what do you want me to do?

"What are you trying to say? You don't expect me to go to China with you, do you?"

"No, you're Korea's hero. You can't come to China. So I'll get permission from our general and set up a separate house in Seoul."

In this era, with portals, you can travel the world freely, so having a house abroad is fine.

Then she could portal to Songdo every night for sex with me.

That sounds perfect.

"Come to Songdo then."

"Songdo?"

"That's my base."

When she comes to Songdo later, I'll tell her I'm Baek-hwa too.

But I have to make sure she can never leave me.

Turning her into a total freak devoted to me sounds good.

"Got it."

"If you come, I'll share a secret too."

"Okay."

After bonding with Shue-ri, we exited the Manchu Gate 1 early in the morning.

Then, us Koreans who shone in the Han-Chung heroes reported to Jeong Na-yoon.

"Hmm, with this supply volume, impressive. So that flood was just some anomalous phenomenon from the dungeon itself?"

It wasn't entirely unheard of.

"It all vanished after clearing."

"Good work. I'll inform the academy too, so rest up for a bit?"

"Sure."

The Hunter Association was hostile to the Blue House, and though they had their own ideas, on Sin matters, they were bound by international society. Couldn't hide it recklessly, so better not to mention it now.

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Plus, they even gave me some downtime at the right moment.

Time to properly fuck that damn dragon bitch.

After railing her thoroughly, shift back to human form and whisper in her ear, "Did you like getting fucked by Ahzi Dahaka?"

Just imagining it is fun.

Then Kotone approached hesitantly from the side.

"Um, hey, Yoo Eun-ha."

"Yeah, Kotone-jang."

Kotone rummaged around and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠handed me something.

It was an envelope stamped with the Shinohara family crest, sealed with gold wax.

"This is an invitation from the family head. Read it when you have time and come. I'm a Hansung cadet too, but I have a lot to report to Shinohara, so I won't be free for a few days."

"Cool."

When they hand you an invitation like this in person, no choice but to go.

I'll make time later.

"Uh, um, Yoo Eun-ha."

This time it was Rosaria.

"Rosaria. What?"

"Ah, uh. Ha. Ah. N-no, nothing. See you. See you at the academy."

Oh right, same academy cadets. With all the war and stuff, we haven't seen each other much, so I thought she'd gone back to England for good.

But looking closely, she seemed sexually frustrated.

Her face had that subtle provocative look, flashing the side slit of her nun habit.

"Yoo Eun-ha. I'm off too."

"Yeah. Convince the general as promised."

"Got it."

I couldn't very well go demand Shue-ri from Ming-mei myself.

I even gave a dawn blowjob to that Chinese dullahan. Seems like too many pussies tire my pussy out.

Back in Songdo, I explained the situation to Rachel.

Greed Sin, Russia, Moscow, Mamma Tong, dragon bitch, etc.

Rachel frowned as she listened quietly.

"So, uh, you won't be coming at night for a while?"

"No, I'll pop in briefly. Yeah? Once Kate installs the gate, we can go back and forth anytime."

Though my pussy might get tired. But this isn't an excuse; it's something I must do.

Hm? Wait, no. I'm only planning to fuck her in dragon form, so my pussy won't tire?

Just pound away freely. Yeah, that's right.

"Hmm."

As Rachel pondered, I reached around from behind and groped those heartbreakingly flat-yet-tasty tits.

Then whispered carefully into her ear.

"I'll be coming and going anyway."

"If it's a Sin, no helping it."

Rachel sighed and gave permission.

She backed off surprisingly easily? Normally she'd slap my cheek.

"Oh, giving up quick for once?"

"No, I might be a bit busy during the day too. And rolling around at home is less worthwhile than doing something for the world, right?"

"What're you doing during the day?"

She wouldn't be up to something shady without me? Meeting another female?