13. Imprint, Breasts, and Reflection
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Translator: JayM
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: Imprint, Breasts, and Reflection
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“Twenty-two goblins confirmed.”
The receptionist said, wiping his bloodstained hands.
Jeong Yoo-shin, Tarman, and the old cleric from the relief center stood before the counter.
Clink.
The receptionist placed a pouch of coins on the counter.
“The extermination reward is fifteen silver coins.”
It seemed like a large sum at first glance.
But it had to be divided equally among five people.
Three silver coins per person.
“Tarman.”
“What?”
“How many days has it been since we left for the labyrinth?”
“Today is the sixth day.”
Six days of struggling to survive for a measly three silver coins.
It was a losing proposition.
Jeong Yoo-shin took three silver coins from the reward pouch, kept them for himself, and handed the rest to Tarman.
“Karl said the reward would be divided equally. So I’m taking three. You can distribute the rest. You’re their friend from the village, right? If you have any questions, ask Anne when she wakes up.”
“…”
Tarman stared blankly at the pouch of coins.
What must he be feeling?
His party had been shattered for a mere twelve silver coins. And he couldn’t even complain to anyone. It was the result of their own choices.
‘Poor bastards.’
At this point, they could either return to their village or try to scrape by in the Labyrinth City.
He didn’t know what the future held for Karl’s party, but it didn’t look good.
‘Whatever. I have my own problems.’
He felt a flicker of sympathy, but that was all.
Jeong Yoo-shin turned and walked away.
Tarman remained motionless as if rooted to the spot.
“Leaving?”
The old cleric who had followed him outside asked.
“Yes. See you later.”
It was almost evening already, and the sun was just about to set.
“Wait a moment.”
The old cleric stopped him.
“What is it?”
He wanted to return to the inn and rest. He missed Dalmong.
“Do me a favor.”
“A favor?”
Jeong Yoo-shin frowned.
“Take that trainee priestess, the young woman, to the Earth Mother Goddess’ temple.”
“Marie? You want me to take her there?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He asked out of genuine curiosity.
“It’s more convenient. There’s no need for her to stay at the relief center when her affiliation is clear. Besides…”
The old cleric pointed at Jeong Yoo-shin’s chest.
“You obtained an ‘imprint,’ right? Didn’t you feel it?”
“What?!”
Jeong Yoo-shin’s eyes widened.
His exhaustion vanished.
“Didn’t you feel a strange sense of liberation when you left the labyrinth?”
‘Is this for real?’
“Really? But how did you know?”
Jeong Yoo-shin’s tone became respectful.
“I examined your body while you were asleep.”
He clenched his fists.
‘They say good deeds are rewarded!’
“If you do me this favor, the temple will waive the fee for confirming your imprint.”
“Can’t I have it checked here?”
“Imprints can only be confirmed at a temple of the Spirit Church. Anywhere else is illegal.”
“Is the Earth Mother Goddess’ temple part of the Spirit Church?”
The old cleric stared at him blankly as if he had asked a strange question.
“Oh, right! You’re a barbarian! My mistake. The Earth Mother Goddess is one of the Spirit Gods. There are other Spirit Gods as well. They all fall under the umbrella of the Spirit Church. There are many temples dedicated to the different Spirit Gods in this city. Visit them if you have the time.”
Jeong Yoo-shin scratched his head.
He honestly didn’t understand.
“So you want me to take Marie to the Earth Mother Goddess’ temple and have my imprint checked for free? Is that it?”
“You’ve omitted quite a bit, but yes, that’s correct.”
The old cleric went back inside the relief center and brought Marie out.
“I’ll explain everything to that young man, Tarman. Don’t worry.”
“But will they accept her just because I brought her there?”
“Take this. It’s a symbol of the Spirit Church. This should be enough. Don’t lose it.”
What was a ‘symbol of the Spirit Church’?
Judging by the old cleric’s casual tone, it didn’t seem important.
The main thing now was the ‘imprint.’
He wanted to have it checked as soon as possible.
“Alright. See you later.”
“Yes. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again soon.”
The old cleric smiled and saw him off.
He held Marie's hand as they walked since he couldn't just tie a rope around her and drag her around like in the labyrinth. She was still clutching Karl’s head in her other hand like a child holding a teddy bear.
He felt the stares of the people around him as they walked down the street.
He asked for directions and finally found the Earth Mother Goddess’ temple.
“We’re finally here. Phew. Good work, Marie.”
“Ooh.”
They arrived at the temple gate just as the sun completely set.
Fortunately, the temple gates were still open.
Inside, people in black cleric robes walked about.
“Excuse me, I’m here to leave someone in your care and have my ‘imprint’ checked.”
He stopped a passing rabbit beast-person.
“Excuse me?”
The beast-person looked at him with a puzzled expression.
Not wanting to explain further, he showed her the token the old cleric had given him. The beast-person’s rabbit ears perked up.
“P-Please wait a moment!”
The rabbit beast-person scurried off.
After a short wait, a human woman with freckles approached him.
“Please follow me.”
He followed the woman to a large hallway.
There were more than ten reception counters, and explorers were lining up in front of them.
The structure was similar to the Explorers Guild.
The difference was the small rooms behind the counters.
People were entering and exiting these rooms one by one.
“Those are the imprint confirmation rooms.”
The freckled priestess explained.
“Am I going in there too?”
“No. You’ll be meeting someone special. They’ve requested to confirm your imprint personally. Please be respectful.”
He followed the priestess down the hallway and arrived at a room at the end.
Judging by the size of the door, it was much larger than any room he had seen so far.
“Please enter.”
Jeong Yoo-shin opened the door, pulling Marie along with him.
A woman stood inside.
‘Wow.’
Warm platinum blonde hair.
Calm, half-closed eyes.
A beauty mark next to her full lips.
Her appearance exuded a noble holiness and a gentle maternal aura.
Judging by her face alone, he would have thought she was a saint.
But her body told a different story.
A skin-tight nun’s habit.
The contours of her enormous H-cup breasts were clearly visible.
The habit was so tight that it revealed the outline of her cute belly button and her beautifully curved hips.
The panty line clinging to her soft, plump buttocks was unmistakable. It was so tight that even though he couldn’t see the color, it clearly conveyed the shape of her panties.
Toned thighs like those of an athlete.
Black stockings covered her legs up to her knees.
Her body was a complete contrast to her saintly, maternal face.
In short, it was a voluptuous body optimized for intense, pregnancy-inducing sex.
“Hello, explorer. I’m Mion Randisheer.”
“Mommy.”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m Skar. I came at the request of the old man at the relief center. This girl, Marie, was raped by goblins during an exploration and is now mentally unstable. He gave me this token and said to leave her in your care.”
“W-Wait a moment.”
Mion, flustered by Jeong Yoo-shin’s rapid-fire explanation, waved her hands.
Her ample breasts jiggled enticingly.
“Please explain slowly, Mr. Skar.”
“Yes.”
Jeong Yoo-shin began to explain what had happened.
After what seemed like an adequate amount of time for a cup of tea…
“So… that’s how we ended up here.”
He recounted the events quickly and truthfully, omitting his emotions.
“I see. Since you have the token of the Spirit Church, we’ll take Marie into our care. Would you like to have your imprint confirmed now?”
“Yes.”
“Please come closer, clasp your hands together, and kneel on one knee.”
“Yes.”
As he knelt, Mion’s tight habit revealed the outline of her pelvis.
‘There’s a panty line at the front too.’
He quickly lowered his gaze.
He had an erection now. It hurt.
Mion muttered something in a solemn voice, but he couldn’t hear a word. He thought he saw a flash of light. He wasn’t sure.
“It’s done.”
‘It’s over.’
But he couldn’t stand up yet.
Jeong Yoo-shin spoke, keeping his head down.
“I’ll remain like this for a moment. The Earth Mother Goddess’ grace is so overwhelming that my heart is aflutter, and I can’t move right now.”
“O-Okay.”
‘Please! Erection, go away. Die!’
He sang the national anthem in his head.
‘Until the East Sea runs dry and Mount Baekdu wears away… Long live our nation.’
He couldn’t remember the rest. It didn’t matter. His erection had subsided.
Confirming that military service contributed to the low birth rate, he stood up.
“Then, I’ll tell you about the imprint you possess.”
“Alright.”
“Ahem! The name of the imprint is…”
Mion gave a cute little cough and revealed the name of the imprint.
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He somehow made it back to the inn, his mind reeling.
“I’m back, Dalmong.”
Dalmong was sitting at the empty inn counter, as always.
“Welcome back. You look alright, but why do you seem so dazed?”
“A drink, please.”
He put down his belongings and sat across from Dalmong.
“Wait a moment.”
Dalmong went into the kitchen. He heard clattering sounds, and after a while, Dalmong returned with a plate piled high with snacks.
“Alright. Tell me. What happened during these six days?”
“Well…”
He recounted the events as before, but this time he took even longer than he had with Mion.
Dalmong, seemingly full of curiosity, asked many questions, and Jeong Yoo-shin, drunk for the first time in a while, answered them readily.
Dalmong listened attentively and nodded occasionally.
“…So I took Marie to the temple and had my imprint checked.”
“That must have been a difficult experience for a novice explorer.”
“It wasn’t easy.”
“Not you, Anne.”
“Huh?”
“She wandered through the labyrinth with a stomach wound, right? She did that for three days, without proper rest, while dragging her mentally unstable companion along.”
“Now that you mention it, I do feel sorry for her. But I’m not going back into the labyrinth with them again.”
“Why?”
“They’re too reckless. The labyrinth is already full of variables as it is, yet they kept changing the plan on a whim.”
“They just lack experience. People learn from their mistakes.”
“They entered the labyrinth without even taking the new explorers class. What good is experience if you’re dead? They would have all died without me.”
“Really? You escaped the labyrinth alone without any help?”
That wasn’t entirely true.
He would have died during the last attack if it weren’t for Anne’s desperate attempts to save her friends. Or he would have run out of torches and succumbed to the “darkness,” ending up like Dean.
And…
He had gone along with the majority vote to descend to the second level, partly out of a naive belief that things would work out somehow.
“I admit, I couldn’t have escaped the second level without Anne’s help. But we wouldn't have experienced all of that if we hadn't gone down there in the first place.
“Then they’ll regret it even more.”
Damn. He was right.
“They’ll feel the absence of their friend every morning, and every night, they’ll regret, replay, and relive their choices.”
Damn it.
He took a swig of liquor, the bitter taste filling his mouth.
“So what are you trying to say? That I should go back in with them?”
“That’s not what I meant. You seem too focused on other people. I’m just giving you my perspective.”
“What do you mean?”
“I understand you were angry at Karl’s words and actions. And I understand your frustration with the party’s unreasonable decisions. And those decisions indeed led to tragedy.”
Dalmong paused and took a drink.
“But if you only dwell on that and don’t reflect on yourself, then you wouldn't have learned anything from this experience.”
He was right.
Since leaving the labyrinth, he had been preoccupied with avoiding those people. And he also resolved himself to avoid any party similar to Karl’s.
“Thank you, Dalmong. I learned a valuable lesson today.”
“Go to bed. You must be tired. Good work out there.”
“Yeah.”
He went upstairs, unpacked his things, wiped himself down with a wet towel, and laid down on the bed. Sleepiness washed over him.
‘Did I tell him what imprint I received?’
Jeong Yoo-shin’s eyelids fluttered as he pondered for a moment before drifting off to sleep.
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T/N - Dang, I laughed at the nun part. The whole sequence with the kneeling was pretty funny. I would use the same technique to calm down my erection, but I already forgot my nation's anthem…
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