Chapter 167
Chapter 167
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 167
Chapter Title: How to Steal the Protagonist's Woman
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She watched Seong Su-ho stroll the hall, and thought to herself.
'Come to think of it, he showed up in my dream before too. Weird...'
Truth was, she'd started noticing him after seeing him in a dream.
The ajusshi who'd reached out to her crying self and helped her up.
Seeing how kind he had been in the dream, she found it impossible to view him as a bad person, even knowing he was a rapist.
'I overdid it earlier. What should I do...'
Barely an hour had passed since she told Min Ha-yeon that she wanted to test if he was truly a decent person, and things had already gone sideways.
And all because of her own complex...
'Tsk, whatever, it's already happened. I'll just apologize or something when I wake up.'
Muttering inwardly, Han Bom followed Seong Su-ho..
Soon, they reached the group practice room.
"Alright, Han Bom, you're late! Line up quick!"
"Yes!"
At the shout of a woman in her forties, Han Bom instinctively let out a shout of discipline, her body moving automatically to stand in line with the others.
'Holy shit... the Director is fucking terrifying even in a dream...'
Despite being in a lucid dream, Han Bom was automatically obeying the Director's orders.
The woman, who appeared to be the Director, confirmed that everyone had gathered and began to speak with an air of authority..
"This gentleman starts today as our dedicated massage trainer."
Everyone welcomed him with applause, and Han Bom was no exception.
'Oho... Might as well get a massage since it's a dream?'
It wasn't as if she had to undergo grueling training in a dream anyway.
But receiving a massage was a different story.
'It's just a dream, and that ajusshi seems like he'd be okay...'
The moment she thought that, all her colleagues disappeared, leaving only Seong Su-ho.
Han Bom looked around in admiration, a beaming smile on her face.
'If I can dream things like this, I want to have a dream where I beat the shit out of Han Yeo-reum.'
It was her lifelong wish: to beat Han Yeo-reum relentlessly for the rest of her life without actually killing him.
With that resolve, Han Bom approached Seong Su-ho.
'...He's not the real ajusshi, so there's no need to feel guilty.'
Only after reaching Seong Su-ho did Han Bom speak.
"Um, my upper body's super stiff... Could you check it?"
"Ah... I mean, it's fine, but I was brought in specifically for the male ballerinos."
"It's okay. Just do it."
Han Bom roughly understood the meaning behind Seong Su-ho's words.
However, she felt no particular aversion in a dream, and she was simply curious about what a massage would feel like in this state.
Seong Su-ho nodded and spoke.
"Then, would you mind lying down on the mat first?"
For starters, judging by Han Bom's attitude toward me, it was clear she didn't hate me.
'Otherwise, she wouldn't ask me to do something like this.'
Seong Su-ho had been watching Han Bom closely since earlier, and she was definitely aware this was a Lucid Dream.
Han Bom lay down on the mat as I instructed, and I began gently caressing her shoulders with my hands.
'The key is to avoid any sudden pain that might wake her up from the dream...'
A real massage inevitably came with some pain.
Doing it like I would to Seong Su-a in VR could jolt her awake.
'...It's a gamble.'
It was just a dream, after all.
She'd asked for it herself, and it wasn't like I was forcing her.
I decided to go with a massage that heightened her sensitivity rather than a proper one.
She wouldn't wake up and slap me, right?
...The goal was to leave her in a hazy, half-dreaming state like Min Ha-yeon, where she couldn't tell reality from fantasy, maybe even enough to throw her arms around me.
I placed my hands on Han Bom's prone upper body and said,
"If anything feels uncomfortable, just let me know."
"It's fine. Do whatever you want. If you're holding back because of me, then it's pointless."
Maybe because she was used to these kinds of massages from her job, lines like that came naturally to her.
"Got it. Then... I'll begin."
I pressed my fingers into her leotard, opening her meridians.
What Han Bom was wearing wasn't some frilly, ornate ballet outfit, but a loose, practice-style leotard.
Right from the start, her breathing was growing heavier, like she was already enjoying it.
"Hng... Ha... Krk..."
I hadn't even really started yet, but the fact that she showed no resistance was the most important thing.
Her moans sounded like signals begging me to keep going.
I stopped pressing the pressure points and began stroking her back with my palms.
'She said not to hold back, so it should be fine.'
And I had confidence.
My Hand Skill was level 98. Even if she wanted to stop, I could tease her just enough to keep her from calling it quits.
I started kneading Han Bom's body freely, bit by bit.
Starting from her back, to her shoulders, and even reaching to her sides and underarms.
"Hah! Haaang... Hng...!"
Even though my actions were going way beyond a normal massage, Han Bom didn't show the slightest sign of rejection.
If anything, her moans were signals urging me on.
"Haht! Th-there... Ngh! Hah!"
Despite having zero knowledge of massage techniques, Han Bom was craving my touch.
But while I worked her sides and underarms, I didn't escalate any further.
Her leotard was gradually soaking with sweat, and Han Bom gripped the mat tightly with tense hands.
I figured I'd teased her enough and moved to wrap up the massage.
"I think that's good for now. So..."
"W-wait! L-lower body too..."
"Understood."
It was her dream, after all, so I'd play along with her pace.
'Not that I mind...'
Out of her sight, I smirked slyly and began massaging her legs.
'Kah... Definitely toned... This level of leanness is basically zero body fat, isn't it?'
Han Bom's legs were slender yet firm, without an ounce of excess fat.
I'd thought the women I'd met so far were slim, but these legs showed me what truly lean really meant.
Tastes vary, of course, but to me, they were among the best pairs of legs I've ever seen.
Who'd have thought I'd get to knead legs like these freely...
Just like before, I kneaded Han Bom's legs however I pleased.
Already plenty aroused, she accepted even my free play around her inner thighs as pure pleasure.
"Hah! Hee! Hng! Haaang!"
The moans escaping Han Bom's lips no longer sounded human—like someone just receiving a massage.
They were akin to the cries of women I embraced, skin to skin, as I explored their folds.
Her thighs, which had clenched tight at first, had gone limp and were slowly spreading apart.
I focused on her buttocks and groin, gradually parting her legs.
"Hah! Th-there... Th-that... Haaang..."
"If it's no good, should I stop?"
"N-no! More... More, please... Hah!"
With her permission, I slipped my hand under her skirt, teasing the stem of her flower without touching the petals directly.
In reality, even groping her ass would be game over, but whether because it was a dream or sheer arousal, Han Bom felt my touch and offered no resistance.
Her thighs parted like a lock clicking open under my fingers.
A liquid sensation began coating my fingers inside her spreading thighs.
'Fuck... I wanna do her so bad...'
Feeling Han Bom's love juices soaking through her leotard and onto my fingers made my cock start to react.
But watching her aroused writhing, I held back.
'The first time should be in reality, after all.'
Sure, doing it here might push her lust to the max, maybe even have her barge into my tent the moment she wakes.
But that was just an ideal scenario.
If she somehow held out and endured it, it could backfire big time.
Even if it was a dream, she might wake up with crushing guilt and avoid eye contact with me the next day.
My thinking was that anything short of kissing or full foreplay wouldn't trigger that guilt.
A mind-blowing pleasure massage.
That was my goal.
Suppressing my own lust, I kept tormenting her groin, planning to leave her in a half-satisfied state.
"I think that's enough."
"Haa... Haa... Um..."
"...?"
Han Bom turned her head, panting roughly, and whispered up at me.
"Um... The front too... Please..."
"Understood."
Jackpot!
Normally, massages are done face-down—that's the standard.
That's probably what she thought too.
At most, she'd seen something like this in games.
"Hah... Ngh! Hah..."
Lying on her back with eyes closed, Han Bom placed no brakes on my actions.
Even though what I was doing could land me in jail for sexual harassment...
The only parts of her body I hadn't touched were two: her pussy and her breasts.
Everything else was fair game, just as I wanted.
Thanks to this Hand Skill that turned every touch into pleasure, Han Bom couldn't fend off my teasing.
We'd long passed massage territory—I was just playing with her body like a toy.
But whether Han Bom realized it and was enjoying it, or just wasn't aware, even I couldn't tell.
Her leotard was drenched in sweat, radiating heat.
'...Alright, time to wake her up?'
This should be plenty.
Honestly, I wanted to grope her tits and pussy too, but I judged it risked creating a problematic situation.
Dream or reality, she had to consent first.
With that in mind, I unleashed every Hand Skill on her groin to bring her to orgasm.
"Haaaaah!!!"
In that instant, I was ejected from the dream.
"Ha! Haa... Haa!"
The reason I'd been kicked out of the dream seemed to be Han Bom waking up, dragging me out with her.
The moment she awoke, Han Bom couldn't get her bearings and stumbled out of the tent, flailing around.
"Haa! Haa! Wh-what! Haa!"
She seemed to be flip-flopping between dream and reality.
'I'll explain later. For now...'
I stepped out of the tent and approached Han Bom, who was panicking and breathing noisily.
To describe her current state in detail...
Her ponytail was completely soaked, and her T-shirt was drenched far worse than yesterday—her bra was fully visible, almost like she wasn't wearing one.
And the most crucial part: her white hot pants...
'Oh... Fucking hot...'
They were somewhat thick cotton, but the white fabric made her white panties show through clearly.
In that state, Han Bom spotted me and flinched back, putting distance between us.
"Eek! Why are you there!?"
"Huh? I heard a commotion and came out. Are you hurt somewhere? If you're in pain..."
"D-don't come closer!"
"Huh? H-hey, where are you going!"
Han Bom recoiled in surprise at the sight of me and bolted out of the Safe Zone.
I'd planned to just tease her lightly and move on, but a non-combatant like Han Bom leaving the Safe Zone wasn't something to laugh off.
It happened so suddenly that I chased after her in shock.
"It's dangerous!"
"Don't come!"
No, seriously...
'No!'
Who do you take me for, a rapist!
I inwardly vented my frustration as I sprinted toward Han Bom.
I shouted at her that it was dangerous, trying to stop her, but every time my voice reached her, she plugged her ears, bowed her head, and kept running, yelling not to follow.
That was when it happened.
"W-wait, stop! Right in front of you!"
"Go away! Eek!"
Han Bom spun around yelling at me and collided with something, falling flat on her ass.
As she hit the ground, she cried out.
"What! In front... Uh... Ahh..."
In front of Han Bom loomed a massive, hand-shaped mud monster over two meters tall.
It was grotesquely formed, with dozens of eyeballs embedded in the mud—a real horror show.
The most annoying monster in this dungeon, one women especially dreaded.
"GyaAhhhhh!!"
Han Bom was no exception.
She screamed, unable to even stand from her fallen position, just flailing her legs and scrambling backward.
But the monster was already rearing its bulky body to smash down on her.
"S-save me!!!"
"Shit!"
I nocked not my usual arrows, but a superconductor arrow and fired.
No time for calculations.
This beast only died if you hit every single eyeball on its body.
Missing here could critically injure Han Bom.
I staked everything on one shot.
Baaaaang!
The explosive crack in the narrow space reverberated off the walls, echoing as if it would pierce the dungeon itself. The arrow flew straight at the giant monster.
Bzzzzt!
The instant it hit the monster's body, it punched clean through, speeding unimpeded toward the dungeon's end.
The monster that had been about to crush Han Bom...
"Haa... Haa...?"
Kwaaang...
"Kyaaak!"
A hole pierced right through the palm-shaped giant's body, passing over Han Bom as it collapsed.
Han Bom zoned out for a while before realizing she was alive and letting out a massive sigh of relief.
"Pheww... I really thought I was dead... Huh!? Ajusshi?"
"Kuh..."
I dropped my bow to the ground, my legs trembling as I barely held myself up.
The magic circle I'd just used wasn't one of the weak ones I'd employed before—it was a heavy-duty one.
A weak shot wouldn't cut it when Han Bom's life was on the line; the risk was too high.
After prolonged submersion draining my mana, this sudden burst had triggered Mana Exhaustion.
"Ajusshi!"
Hearing Han Bom's faintly echoing cry, I collapsed forward.