How to Steal the Hero's Woman - 297: Yggdrasil (3-6)
‘Yes! That’s it!’
Han Yeoreum was thrilled for the first time at something Seong Su-ho was doing.
The question he’d just asked was exactly the information she desperately wanted to uncover.
‘There has to be a reason. First, I need to figure out how it all started!’
She could die a hundred times if she had to—she just wanted to know what Han Bom was really thinking deep down.
Han Bom liking some other guy wouldn’t be a huge deal.
Even if Han Bom treated her like shit, she was still a woman, and it was natural for women to like someone.
But the target was the problem.
‘That bastard’s off-limits!’
A man who’d forcibly stolen her beloved woman, now freely groping her little sister’s body?
Every time that thought crossed her mind, her disgust ignited into pure hatred, and an emotion too intense for words engulfed her.
The feeling of being netorare’d couldn’t be put into words.
Tough-as-nails Min Hayeon acting all coquettish while getting raped, and bratty Han Bom giving a blowjob with cutesy affection.
Just those scenes flashing by felt like her brain was submerged in sewage, dissolving away.
But as if she didn’t give a damn about Han Yeoreum’s torment, Han Bom stopped her licking sounds and started humming through her nose, dodging the question.
“Hng…? You really wanna know that?”
“Yeah, I’m curious. My first impression probably wasn’t great anyway…”
“…”
As Han Yeoreum listened to their conversation, an even stranger doubt crept in.
‘What’s going on? I thought for sure that asshole used some kind of drug. But listening to them… something’s off.’
Starting from the breast milk thing, Han Yeoreum had concluded Seong Su-ho must’ve slipped some weird drug to Han Bom and Min Hayeon.
But if that were true, he should’ve turned into a Red Summoner by now—no orange warning, nothing.
While Han Yeoreum stewed in confusion, Han Bom started mumbling evasively.
“I-I’ll tell you later, hehe…”
“Huh? Now you’re really making me curious.”
“No no no… Later, okay?”
Han Bom dodged again, filling the safe zone with the sounds of her licking his cock once more.
‘Fuck… I thought I’d at least get a hint. …Wait?’
Suddenly, a line flashed through Han Yeoreum’s mind.
(Hey… While we’re stuck here, I’ll try to separate those two somehow. In the meantime, keep kneeling and begging Hayeon-unnie for forgiveness. Got it?)
Han Bom had definitely sidled up to Seong Su-ho with words like that once.
But that was back in the loop when they’d first met.
In the next loop, Han Yeoreum had snapped at her and stopped it…
‘Is that it? Did she try to split Hayeon and that bastard up on her own… and end up like this?’
It was the best guess Han Yeoreum could muster.
Han Bom was the type to act on a decision once she made it, so it seemed plausible.
As her insides boiled, Han Bom’s tongue work grew more intense.
“Chuuup… haht… churuup… haa… Uncle’s smell is so good.”
“Yeah?”
“For real, no joke. I used to hate guys? But Uncle’s scent is insanely good. Hehe…”
Han Bom kept licking noisily while chatting with Seong Su-ho.
But soon, their talk had zero info—just sweet nothings of love.
“Uncle, do guys like this kinda thing?”
“Dunno if it’d piss me off… but I kinda like it?”
“Hng… Uncle just sits there all smug, and I’m bent over sucking his dick…”
Han Yeoreum could perfectly picture their position from Han Bom’s description.
‘Fuck! Why the hell are you sucking that loser’s cock in that pose?! Fuck!!’
Ignoring her silent screams, they kept talking.
“Bom, if it feels bad, you can stop.”
“Heh… But with Uncle looking down at me like this, it actually feels pretty good? Chuuuup!”
“Kuh!”
Up until now, it was just light tongue play, but now sticky slurping sounds started.
“Chuuup, churuup! Jjuup… churuup, chuuup…”
“Kuh! Haa… Bom… No joke, your mouth-pussy is the best…”
Han Yeoreum snapped at Seong Su-ho’s words, losing focus and cursing inwardly again.
‘You fucking bastard! Talking to Han Bom like that!? I-I’ll kill you!!’
Seong Su-ho was treating Han Bom’s lips like a masturbation toy while she blew him.
Han Yeoreum knew that treatment all too well.
‘That fucker’s treating my sister like the disposable sluts I used!’
It was the same vile tactic: degrading a woman’s pride with dirty talk to boost his conquest high.
Seong Su-ho was doing it to Han Bom.
But she showed no sign of stopping—in fact, she sped up at those words.
“Chuuup, churuup, chururuup, chuuup!”
“Kuh! Cumming! Bom, I’m gonna cum!”
“Chuuuup! Hnguuup!”
With Seong Su-ho’s shout, silence fell over the safe zone.
Their faint moans sent blood rushing to Han Yeoreum’s lower belly.
‘Later… I’ll make you beg for death… Seong Su-ho…’
Along with her vow, Han Bom’s grumbling voice echoed from the tent.
“Ugh… Uncle, you’re too much.”
“Sorry, I got carried away.”
“Hmph…”
Followed by Seong Su-ho’s voice.
“Haha… Really sorry. I just got lost in the moment…”
“Felt… good?”
“Yeah! It was the best!”
Seong Su-ho’s exaggerated reaction.
‘Crazy bastard…’
Han Yeoreum saw right through it.
A lame attempt to defuse the situation…
But from Han Bom’s perspective, it worked—she giggled happily.
“Hehe… If it felt good, I’ll do it again next time.”
“Oh yeah!”
‘Fuck…’
With Han Yeoreum’s curse, Seong Su-ho spoke up.
“So… wanna go all the way before bed?”
“Hehe, you know I’m down.”
And so their fucking began.
‘Please… just stop…’
***
Three days dragging Han Yeoreum along.
Han Bom and I should’ve reached the village by now, but hauling this bitch meant no telling when we’d arrive.
Finding half-decent safe zones didn’t help—we’d hole up and rest, wasting more time.
At this rate, it’d take a week to hit Primum Village on the first floor.
But getting to the village wasn’t the goal anyway.
‘Tested everything worth testing. Time to trigger regression.’
To regress, I had to kill Han Yeoreum.
And it couldn’t be by anyone regressing with me—like Han Bom right now.
Reason: Turning Red Summoner halves your stats.
Red Summoner status wouldn’t be a big deal—Yggdrasil records would reset on regression.
But stats were pure personal resources.
They didn’t magically recover just because your body warped elsewhere, so no Red Summoner status before regressing.
Even Beatrice here in Yggdrasil might take a stat hit.
‘Nah, even if it worked, testing on her could screw her over big time.’
Not worth the risk.
Fine in a do-or-die pinch, but not yet.
‘Once I’ve got Enel to spare, maybe. Just restore any lost stats.’
So, two ways left to off Han Yeoreum: monster chow or Red Summoner chow.
A perfectly laid banquet.
No rewards needed—those types would play with her life for fun.
But Red Crescent? Couldn’t summon them on the spot.
Boris was still wary—no orders, no unnecessary meets.
That’s why they hadn’t come near…
One option left.
‘Monsters feel iffy, though.’
Her paralysis poison was a status effect that broke instantly on hit—not an instant kill.
She seemed suicidal now, but facing death? High chance of wildcard bullshit.
‘Plus, tossing her into a monster pack awake ain’t easy…’
Dumping her in broad daylight while conscious? Bad idea.
No matter our bad blood, I couldn’t be seen killing her.
Deep in thought, a idea hit.
‘Armonia.’
‘Make me some cable ties.’
***
Krrruuuh…
‘Ugh… what?’
Han Yeoreum woke to animal growls in her ears and stared ahead.
Wolves sniffing her face, noses pressed close.
Not Earth wolves—inky-black monsters.
Behind them: pitch-black sky, massive moon.
‘What!? Fuck, why’s that here!’
Moments ago, she’d been mentally crumbling from Seong Su-ho and Han Bom’s lovey-dovey bullshit.
Sleep hit suddenly; she welcomed it gladly.
Too agonizing to keep listening.
But opening her eyes? Monster maws drooling, fangs bared.
Kyaargh!
The monster confirmed she was up and bit her nape.
“Gaaah! Fuck off!!”
Paralysis broke on hit; survival instinct kicked in as she reached for her weapon.
“Gaaah! W-what! Why am I tied up!?”
Body free, but hands and feet? Not a chance.
Wrists bound behind—not just that, every finger joint zip-tied.
Ankles wrapped in dozens of thin cords.
The channel viewers celebrated Han Yeoreum’s panic in chat.
She screamed at the screen.
“What the fuck is this!? Someone explain!”
Woke up to monsters in her face?
Someone set this up.
The viewers explained her final struggles—one line summary.
Han Yeoreum shrieked at the mocking chat.
“S-save me! Please!!”
But no one cared about her life.
They just popped champagne at her doom…
Beyond the joyous messages, monsters lunged.
Kyaargh!
“Fuuuuck!”
Han Yeoreum’s desperate wish was about to come true.