How to Steal the Hero's Woman - 309: Yggdrasil (3-18)
“Han Bom, are you okay?”
A man's voice.
The only man here who could freely speak aloud was one person.
'That fucking bastard! What the hell is he trying now!'
Han Yeoreum had planned to play it cool this time, observing the situation and quietly gathering as much dirt on Seong Su-ho as possible.
But hearing Seong Su-ho's voice approaching Han Bom made her rational judgment start to cloud over again.
Blissfully unaware of Han Yeoreum's growing anxiety, Han Bom replied to him.
“W-well... uh, it's nothing. I'm fine. Hngh!”
Hearing Han Bom's voice, Han Yeoreum screamed internally.
'Yes! He must've done something weird to her before we entered the dungeon! First day? Second day? Fuck... exactly when?!'
She was racking her brain to pinpoint the discrepancy between the early Han Bom and the current one.
“Han Bom, don't suffer in silence like that. Bottling up problems you can't solve alone often makes them explode into something bigger.”
“B-but...”
“Let me ask again. Are you really in pain somewhere?”
“Hngh... Yes...”
Unable to withstand Seong Su-ho's pressure or the pain surging from somewhere within, Han Bom began to whimper in agreement.
“Let's talk inside then. I'm coming in.”
“U-uh... Come in.”
Hearing their exchange, Han Yeoreum thrashed about, making muffled choking sounds.
“Gngh! Hngh!!!”
But the gag in her mouth couldn't stop Seong Su-ho's actions.
Far from interfering, with her hands and feet perfectly bound, even simple resistance was impossible.
'This fucking bastard! What is he planning to do to Han Bom now!'
After Seong Su-ho entered the tent, the two began whispering.
Hearing them steadied her mind for a moment.
'Stay calm... I need to pick up anything I can!'
Han Yeoreum stopped her muffled noises and strained to listen toward them.
“Right now... no more...”
“Then... no choice...”
But unlike before, their whispers from inside the tent were far too faint to reach her ears clearly.
'Just a bit... get a little closer.'
Surrendering to the inexplicable emotion bubbling inside her, Han Yeoreum writhed and inched forward.
'Fuck... ow, it hurts... fucking hurts!'
Each squirm only moved her a centimeter at most.
Even at that glacial pace, every shift brought excruciating pain as if her fingers, wrists, and ankles were being sliced off.
She endured it, wriggling relentlessly toward Han Bom's tent.
With each movement, their conversation grew clearer, the ticklish whispers stirring her lower abdomen into excitement.
'Fuck! It's just friction from moving! No way I'd get turned on by this!'
Just as she got close enough to make out their voices.
“Th-then... please, sir...”
Han Yeoreum focused on Han Bom's voice, feeling a surge of arousal boiling up.
'N-no way...'
And her worst fear became reality.
“Yeah, relax your body first... Take off your t-shirt.”
***
I smiled as I watched Han Bom slowly undress, and with my smile came Armonia's voice over comms.
[It's amazing how quiet she's being even right outside.]
Han Bom seemed oblivious, probably due to her aching breasts, but I could tell from the sounds around us.
'I figured she could.'
Han Yeoreum had crawled right up to the tent but stayed silent, not interfering—instead, almost courteously accommodating us.
As if she desperately wanted to hear what Han Bom and I were doing...
'Hope she develops a voyeuristic streak later.'
[She might already have enough voyeuristic traits for that.]
'Nah, not at that level.'
To me, voyeurism wasn't just getting excited from hearing others.
If mere arousal counted, playing eroge or watching porn would qualify too.
True voyeurism, in my book, was an insatiable urge that overcame laziness or even impossible obstacles to spy and eavesdrop— a compulsion bordering on disorder.
It had to reach the point where any attempt to interfere killed the arousal entirely.
Han Yeoreum wasn't there yet, in my opinion.
'She's just staying quiet because interference is impossible anyway.'
If unbound, she'd have burst in and caused chaos long ago.
And the situation forcing her hand was my doing.
“P-please... make sure no one outside hears...”
“Of course.”
Me.
'If I'd bound her sloppily, she'd have broken free and rampaged.'
To prevent Han Yeoreum spotting any weakness and escaping, I'd provoked her and gotten Yang Ji-hyeon's approval.
Proof: the ultimate saboteur was just listening obediently.
Now, I could savor the delectable Han Bom before me while letting Han Yeoreum hear every bit.
Han Bom stripped off her t-shirt, displaying her pristine white skin and swollen red nipples like a work of art.
Her concave breasts quivered, white milk leaking from the nipples, trickling down her chest and belly.
I approached, wrapping my arm around her back and tilting her.
“Hngh!”
“Relax. Get comfortable.”
“...Okay.”
Han Bom nodded obediently, biting her lip.
I slowly licked the milk droplet trailing down her belly, heading upward toward her breast.
“Haa... hngh...”
The sweetness of her milk mingled with her floral scent, stimulating all my senses.
Sight, touch, sound, taste, smell.
Everything flooded my brain, gradually arousing my lower body.
I held back the urge, licking until my tongue tip reached her nipple.
“Haah! Hngh...”
The instant it touched, her breast trembled, and milk weakly spurted in all directions from the nipple.
Not wanting to waste it, I sealed her nipple with my lips, savoring it with my mouth and tongue.
Relieved of her mastitis agony as milk gushed out, Han Bom's face lit with ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around my neck, forgetting Yang Ji-hyeon and Han Yeoreum nearby, moaning freely.
“Haah! Hngh! Haaang... so good... feels amazing... your lips... love them...”
Twitch.
Han Bom's heated words affected not just me, but Han Yeoreum outside too.
Unlike the lost-in-the-moment Han Bom, I caught the wriggling sounds from the tent.
'Time to ramp it up.'
Admiring her blissful expression while tasting her milk, I pulled back and said,
“Han Bom, there's too much for me to drink all at once.”
“Haa... haa... b-but...”
Misunderstanding, she looked disappointed. I clarified.
“Could I... collect some in a bottle?”
“Ah... y-yeah, that's fine.”
She sighed in relief.
I moved behind her, pulling a bottle from my inventory with one hand while grabbing her still-milky breast with the other.
“Hngh!”
“I'll squeeze slowly. Tell me if it hurts.”
“Haaang... okay... hngh!”
Squeeze!
Applying pressure with my fingers, her breast yielded, spraying milk like a fountain.
Grinning mischievously at the sight, I teased,
“Wow... you should ask someone else next time. Another woman or something...”
“D-don't... hngh! S-say that...”
“Huh? But won't it be embarrassing asking me every time?”
“Th-that's... hngh!”
Whoosh!
Massive milk jets filled the bottle every which way; she could only moan.
I eased my grip, stopping the flow. Finally, she spoke.
“Just... you, sir... please.”
“Huh? What about family...?”
At "family," her face twisted in contempt, her voice dripping disgust.
“Sir...”
“Yes?”
“Don't talk about that guy?”
“Ah... sorry.”
“Haa... just thinking of him looking at my body... hngh... makes me sick...”
Her intense reaction was simple.
Imagine dropping shit-talk into a perfect mood.
To her, mentioning him now was no different.
“Sorry.”
“It's fine. But... no more talk about that bas— I mean, my brother.”
She shook her head, delivering the finisher.
“Filthy rapist bastard...”
“...”
Her venomous words drew a twitch from outside the tent.
Fortunately, Han Bom didn't notice. I reapplied pressure.
“Let's continue.”
“Yes... haah! Haa... your hands are so big and warm... haang!”
Inside the tent echoed only Han Bom's moans and the gushing milk.
..
..
“Haa... haa...”
Only after draining every drop from her breasts could we finish nursing.
Despite just being milked, Han Bom looked utterly spent from sex, nestling in my arms.
I wiped her upper body with a towel while holding her.
“Hngh...”
“Better now?”
“Yes, thank you so much, sir.”
“I feel bad. Must've been embarrassing, and this is all I could do...”
“Don't say that when you helped. I received help, and you gave it.”
Snuggled against me, she smiled contentedly, giggling.
After cleaning her thoroughly, I said,
“Then I'll head out and sleep.”
“...Sir.”
“Yes?”
“Um... isn't going back a hassle?”
“...? It's right next door?”
“...”
She looked exasperated, still topless in my arms, mumbling,
“If you go out, Yang Ji-hyeon might see and make it awkward. Just sleep here.”
..
..
I absentmindedly accepted Han Bom's suggestion, embracing her as we lay down.
Maybe from built-up stress lately, she seemed eager to forget Min Hayeon for now.
'This should ease my worries for a bit.'
Min Hayeon or Han Bom fighting over me wasn't the worst.
The real nightmare was both giving up on me.
At the same time...
That's why I'd come despite Han Yeoreum nearby.
To keep Han Bom from abandoning me, I had to keep filling her real needs.
I stroked her sleeping hair, carefully slipping out without waking her.
Outside the tent...
“Hngh... hngh...”
“Ugh...”
...lay Han Yeoreum in a wretched state.
Not just lying there—she reeked vomit-inducingly, glaring at me.
Or seeming to. Blindfolded, but her expression screamed it.
“Wow... tents are great. They block sewer stench, and apparently your stink too.”
“Hngh...”
Han Yeoreum looked utterly drained, breathing raggedly through her nose.
I made a cleansing agent and poured it over her.
“Phew... couldn't eat next to that smell. Cleaning you up. This shit's expensive, got it?”
“Hngh...”
Even after, she showed no gratitude, just writhing in humiliated protest.
I approached the now odor-free Han Yeoreum, whispering so Han Bom wouldn't hear,
“Eh... no need to repay later.”
“Hngh?”
Her brow furrowed under the blindfold as I summoned a leech there. I chuckled softly.
“Your little sister paid with her body.”
“Hngh!!!”
“Gonna crash more. Don't make noise here—go sleep elsewhere. If you're still here tomorrow morning...”
I hardened my expression, warning her.
“...what face do you think Han Bom will make seeing her brother eavesdropping all night?”
“Hngh!”
“Then I'll go cuddle Han Bom again. Night.”
With that, I ducked back in, slipping under the blanket to hug Han Bom.
Her muffled cries soon stopped, then even her breathing faded.
The moment Han Yeoreum's noises ceased, I drifted off, anticipation swelling inside.
'Han Yeoreum... wonder how she'll tattle to Hayeon.'
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