Chapter 160
Chapter 160
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 160
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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"Cheers!"
At Min Ha-yeon's shout, everyone at the table raised their glasses and clinked them.
Sitting there were Min Ha-yeon, Seong Su-ho, Han Bom, and Han Yeo-reum.
Around us, groups of friends chattered noisily, enjoying the feast in high spirits.
Until now, they'd lived day-to-day in constant anxiety.
Crammed five to a room every night, interrupted whenever they tried to earn points, and any points scraped together went straight to lodging.
No room for leisure.
Now, finally indulging in some respite after so long, people clustered in groups of three or five, clinking glasses and chatting happily.
That lively mood reached our table too.
Even Han Bom—who'd treated Seong Su-ho like he didn't exist yesterday, or desperately wanted to—now felt grateful toward him.
"Um... thank you. If it weren't for you, ajeossi, we might've really been kicked out today..."
"Bom! I told you not to call me ajeossi."
"It's just... easiest to say..."
Han Bom meant it sincerely.
She didn't want to call a guy by his name casually, nor use the intimate "oppa."
It wasn't dislike for Seong Su-ho specifically—her man-hating, oppa-hating tendencies made "ajeossi" the perfect medium-distance term.
Seong Su-ho calmed Min Ha-yeon as she said,
"Ha-yeon, it's fine by me. Call me whatever's comfortable."
"Yeah."
Han Bom's expression softened at his mature tone, and she smiled.
As the three pairs fell into an easy rhythm of conversation, a radioactive disruptor intruded..
"You bastard... You dare attack me and laugh about it?"
Han Yeo-reum kept replaying the earlier incident, spewing curses and blame at Seong Su-ho.
Anyone could see it was his own dumb, self-sabotaging idiocy—but he didn't see it that way.
And reining in that Han Yeo-reum was none other than Han Bom.
"Enough already!"
"Hey... whose side are you on?"
"Sigh... Forgot what I told you earlier?"
"..."
Though it was unclear what she had said, Han Yeo-reum grew quiet after hearing Han Bom's words.
Min Ha-yeon and Seong Su-ho exchanged glances, thinking,
What'd she say?
But when they asked, Han Bom wouldn't tell, so they let it slide.
With Han Yeo-reum souring the mood, Han Bom clapped to perk things up, asking Seong Su-ho,
"How'd you beat all those people?"
..
..
Seong Su-ho's tale wasn't long.
A simple massacre left little room for story.
Only the fight with the last survivor provided some engaging color—Min Ha-yeon and Han Bom both marveled.
"You can't hit a shot like that just because you're a good archer..."
"Can't unnie do it?"
"Be realistic... It's not like a flying spear just waits for you... Besides, piercing through a spear is an entirely different problem..."
Han Bom and Min Ha-yeon discussed the scene, but drunk Han Yeo-reum mumbled at me,
"Fucking retard... You believe that bullshit? Hic..."
"...If you're drunk, just go crash."
Han Bom pressed her temple, frowning.
Why's this guy like this? He wasn't this bad...
Han Yeo-reum occasionally showed pathetic sides, but he'd brimmed with confidence his whole life.
He'd belittle other guys normally, but this seemed less disdain and more pathetic lashing from deprivation.
'And this bastard could usually hold his liquor... Is he really that wrecked?'
It was just as Han Bom was looking at Han Yeo-reum with pity,
Thud.
While she pondered inwardly, Han Yeo-reum drained his last shot and faceplanted on the table.
Min Ha-yeon looked at the collapsed Han Yeo-reum pitifully, muttering aloud,
"Finally some peace."
"..."
Hearing that, Han Bom felt a pang of hurt.
'They used to be so close... Well, he brought it on himself...'
Two people who had been incredibly close in their childhood had, at some point, drifted so far apart that they now seemed like sworn enemies.
And Min Ha-yeon and Han Yeo-reum were still officially dating.
Yet, looking at Min Ha-yeon's behavior now, anyone would think Seong Su-ho was the lover.
Min Ha-yeon's scowl at Han Yeo-reum melted into a smile at Seong Su-ho.
Han Bom stared piercingly at Seong Su-ho, pondering deeply.
'...He's definitely strong. That's an attraction. And he's reasonably serious... I guess that's also... an attraction?'
She mulled over his charms, his merits.
She figured that if Min Ha-yeon was clinging to him and craving affection like that, he must possess some immense charm.
But one thing baffled her.
'No, seriously, why the hell does she like a rapist?!'
According to Han Yeo-reum, Seong Su-ho was a rapist.
Where in the world was there a woman who would like a man like that?
If she had liked him from the start and then been raped, Han Bom might have at least tried to understand.
And Han Bom reached a single conclusion.
'Could she have liked him before the rape? Otherwise, I just can't...'
As Han Bom scrutinized Seong Su-ho, puzzling why Min Ha-yeon liked him—
Seong Su-ho suddenly bowed his head, twitching.
"Hng... Hoo..."
"...? Ajeossi, you okay?"
"N-No. Heut!"
"...?"
His weird groans made Han Bom worry he’d overdone it with the drinks.
"If you're not feeling well, maybe you should rest for today..."
"No! He's fine!"
The one who said he was fine wasn't Seong Su-ho, but Min Ha-yeon.
"...? Eonni, you're the one saying he's fine?"
"I think Su-ho is just a bit tired. Bom, let's just keep drinking between us for now."
"O-okay..."
With Min Ha-yeon's block, Han Bom naturally chatted with her about recent events.
'Ngh! This feels so fucking good!
[...]
The boisterous tavern.
Everyone drowned in their table's drinks, chatting away merrily.
Our table was no different.
"When I first came here..."
"That must have been so hard..."
Min Ha-yeon and Han Bom carried on, ignoring the passed-out Han Yeo-reum and my bowed head.
But I knew one thing.
Min Ha-yeon wasn't fully listening to Han Bom's story.
[Women are stronger at multitasking than you think. Right now, Min Ha-yeon's brain for talking and her brain for directing her hand are operating separately.]
...Nice one. Ha-eut!
I wasn't slumped over the table from mere fatigue.
The instant Han Yeo-reum faceplanted, Min Ha-yeon whispered to me.
(Payback for teasing me earlier.)
(...Payback? W-What are you—)
(Payback, I said?)
Grinning slyly, she unzipped my pants and started stroking my cock with her hand.
My utterly shameless dick sprang to attention the moment her fingers touched it.
Seeing it pop up suddenly, Min Ha-yeon smirked mischievously and whispered again.
(Perverted bastard...)
Kgh...
Reacting to her taunt, my cock leaped like a fresh-caught salmon, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slowly.
Her slender, cool fingers felt rough in the best way.
Feeling the chill of each knuckle segment, my cock burned hotter to overcome it.
To avoid detection in this public spot, I hunched over, shoving my upper body toward the table.
When precum leaked, she used her thumb to coat the glans, glazing it slick.
Then that thumb headed to her lips.
"...Smack."
"Unnie, why'd you lick your finger all of a sudden?"
"Ah! Had something on my hand!"
"Ehh... Just use a napkin..."
Han Bom smiled wryly and resumed her story.
Min Ha-yeon listened to Han Bom while resuming her fondling.
Her palm's calluses—from harsh training—rubbed intense friction with every stroke.
Thinking those calluses, born of her life's efforts, moved for my cock... waves of pleasure surged in my brain.
Not just physical—her very struggles and toil fueled every stimulus.
Even if she’d stayed with Han Yeoreum, he never would’ve given a handjob like this.
This was for me alone.
Her arm never tired, gently kneading pleasure into my cock.
G-Gonna cum!
[Ejaculating here could lead to a troublesome situation. You must endure.]
Kuh! Armonia! Using the word 'ejaculation' makes it feel like it's really coming!
[...]
I wasn't lying; it was the truth.
At this rate, I might end up as some kind of restaurant cummer.
Even with everyone noisily chatting and ignoring us, if the smell spread, game over.
Semen stench hits hard—even a whiff screams it.
Mine? Everyone would notice immediately.
And cumming now might splatter Han Bom's legs across from me.
...That sounds nice? Kya! Damn, harder to hold back now!
[...]
Just as I was suppressing the electrical currents surging from my dick to hold back my ejaculation,
Min Ha-yeon looked at my face and made a look of sudden realization.
"Oh, I dropped something."
"Huh? I didn't see anything fall."
"Hold on, let me check..."
Min Ha-yeon bent her waist, pretending to look for the dropped item...
And under the table, she took my dick into her mouth and began to suck the semen out of me without mercy.
'Kugh! It's being sucked right out!'
[...I am aware, even if you don't explicitly describe the situation to me.]
I told you so you could hear it one more time!
My cock, which until a moment ago had felt the touch of a cool, rough palm, now began to discharge waves of orgasmic pleasure throughout my body due to the sensation of Min Ha-yeon's lips and tongue.
Once... twice... despite the continuous ejaculations, Min Ha-yeon sucked it all up without missing a single drop.
Perhaps because a larger amount came out than expected, Min Ha-yeon remained bent over in silence for a long time. Worried, Han Bom pushed her chair back and spoke.
"What did you drop? I'll help you look."
"I-I found it! Puh..."
"Oh, really? What was it?"
"I-it, ah, it was nothing. Hahaha..."
"...?"
Min Ha-yeon looked at me with a flustered expression, and I carefully zipped up, stood up awkwardly, and spoke quietly.
"I'll be right back from the restroom."
"Ah... okay."
Han Bom looked at me with concern, while Min Ha-yeon looked at me with a guilty expression.
I stepped out of the inn and muttered to myself.
"It was going so well until the very end..."
Min Ha-yeon had been savoring and sucking my semen, but she was so flustered by Han Bom's sudden movement that she choked on the last bit of semen that flowed in and spat it onto my pants.
Fortunately, the amount she spat out wasn't much, so it was at a level that could be washed away with water.
I looked around the inn to see if there was any water where I could wash off the semen.
'Ah, do I have to go back to the room to wash? ...Hm? There are people over there.'
Without thinking much, I checked the back of the inn, where a few people were gathered and talking.
"How do we handle this situation..."
"At this rate..."
"The plan..."
Since it was late, they were whispering quietly.
'Are they guests at the inn? I don't think I've seen any of them before.'
One woman and three men were gathered.
While I was peeking at the four of them, Armonia informed me.
[The three men are definitely strangers, but the woman is one of Han Bom's companions.]
'Oh, really?'
To be honest, I didn't remember anyone besides Han Bom.
If someone's appearance wasn't exceptional, I tended to erase them from my mind immediately.
As I was secretly observing the gloomy group, someone emerged from the nearby bushes and began to approach them.
"Dammit... why did it have to be in a place like this..."
I could instantly recognize the identity of the person approaching the group, grumbling with a limp in their leg.
'What, it's the Troll Vibe?'
The one limping was the Troll Vibe that I had failed to kill earlier.
The gloomy group fell silent and began to stare at the Troll Vibe as he appeared.
Once he arrived within the group, one of the men spoke.
"The protagonist has arrived."
"Shut up..."
"Thanks to you, the plan is completely ruined."
"Shut the hell up!"
"Be quiet, you idiot..."
The Troll Vibe, who had shouted in a moment of anger, became flustered and began to look around.
Because I was in a state of stealth, he didn't notice me at all and let out a sigh of relief.
"Why don't you just go around spreading rumors that we're all gathered here?"
"Shut up..."
"Stupid thing, all pride and no brains... Can't you read the room?"
"Kugh..."
The three men began to fiercely berate the Troll Vibe.
I was able to roughly figure out the identity of this gloomy group.
'These are the ringleaders of the "Inn-Rape" plot.'
[That seems correct. However, it is strange. That woman is definitely a companion of Han Bom...]
The only one who remained silent without saying a word was that woman.
Had she been caught while out for a stroll? And why were these ringleaders meeting here? Just as I was questioning this, the woman who had been silent until now spoke.
"The boss will be here soon. Quickly, we must make Han Bom—that brat—a Red Summoner, by any means necessary."