How to Steal the Hero's Woman - 322: Yggdrasil (3-31)
“Alright, everyone worked hard today. Head back and get some rest.”
The party members gathered in the cafeteria began heading to their rooms one by one.
And amid that, only Yang Ji-hyeon, who was subtly scanning the surroundings to gauge the mood, remained seated at the table, quietly looking around.
I pretended to head to my room while locking eyes with Yang Ji-hyeon.
“...”
“...”
After a brief eye contact, I turned away and continued on my path.
I rushed into my room, didn't even change clothes, sat straight down in a chair, and waited.
And not long after...
'Time to go.'
[Where are you headed?]
'Yang Ji-hyeon's room.'
In truth, calling her to my room would've been more convenient for me, but I'd learned a lesson from the previous incident.
I shouldn't recklessly hook up in my own quarters.
Min Hayeon had given permission outright, but if we got caught in the act, who knew what chaos might ensue.
I cautiously slipped out of my room and headed to Yang Ji-hyeon's quarters.
The moment I arrived, I knocked on the door without a second thought.
Knock, knock, knock.
A quick response came from inside just as I knocked.
Creeeak.
“You're finally... uh!”
Yang Ji-hyeon, who opened the door, panicked and stammered at the sight of me.
I looked at her and said,
“Were you waiting for me?”
“W-Well...”
“Huh? What? You weren't waiting for me?”
I'd assumed from her lines that she was waiting for me, but her reaction suggested someone else.
But I had no intention of accommodating her situation.
'This might be the last time—who knows. Can't just let it slip away.'
I gently pushed past Yang Ji-hyeon, who was blocking me with a troubled expression, and entered the room.
“Eek...”
“Don't worry. I'm not here for a long stay.”
“A-Alright.”
Yang Ji-hyeon relaxed at my words and, as I sat at the table, began preparing tea.
The fact that she served without asking the moment a superior (albeit fake) appeared showed she was used to these situations.
Yang Ji-hyeon's calm back as she brewed the tea.
I approached her from behind in stealth mode.
With her levels suppressed, she didn't notice until I suddenly grabbed her slender waist from behind, at which point she whipped around in shock.
“Hngh!”
“Aren't you too careless?”
“S-Sorry...”
At my playful scolding, Yang Ji-hyeon's pupils shook violently.
I didn't know what kind of guy the former leader was, but he must've been truly terrifying.
I stroked her narrow waist lightly and said,
“Take off the face mask.”
“Y-Yes.”
Savoring my touch, she couldn't resist and promptly removed the face mask, storing it in her inventory.
Perfect.
This was overwhelmingly better—not just preferable.
With the mask, she was plain; without, she was a stunning beauty.
Seeing her bare face, my lust finally began to stir.
But just as it hardened, an irritating presence announced itself.
Knock, knock, knock.
“...!”
“Hm?”
With my arm still around Yang Ji-hyeon's waist, I waited quietly.
Another knock came from the door, where her panicked gaze was directed.
Knock, knock, knock.
Hearing it, I whispered to her with a hint of annoyance,
“What? The guy you said would come?”
“Y-Yeah, probably.”
I didn't know who it was, but getting caught here wouldn't be good for either of us.
Especially if it was the current leader by some bad luck.
I whispered softly in her ear,
“I'll hide under the table. Don't do anything stupid.”
“O-Okay. R-Right now...”
Yang Ji-hyeon, reading my eyes, seemed eager to hide me first.
I activated stealth and slipped under the table.
And right then.
Creeeak.
The door opened, and someone rushed in, immediately speaking.
“Sorry I'm late.”
“No, I should apologize for opening the door so late.”
I recognized the voice instantly—no need to guess.
The disposition window visible across from under the tablecloth.
Boris
[Martial Arts], [Stealth LV 8], [Loyal to the End], [Composure], [Stubborn]...
The moment I saw the disposition window, I sighed in relief and messaged,
'Damn, I got spooked for nothing.'
I'd worried the current leader might show up and complicate things, but if it was just this guy, no big issue.
While I relaxed, their conversation continued.
“All the subordinates are fully healed and on standby.”
“Good work.”
Formal report, formal praise.
After a moment of silence in their rote exchange, Boris asked curiously,
“...Was someone else coming?”
“No, why do you ask...”
“Sorry. You were preparing tea, so I thought...”
“I-I was preparing it to drink with you.”
“Thank you.”
“Eek!”
The conversation took a weird turn, and suddenly legs slid under the table from outside.
'Fuck...'
Already annoyed by the interruption, I had a bad feeling this guy would linger.
Yang Ji-hyeon, panicking outside, hurriedly prepared more tea.
Luckily, it was already ready, so she brought it to the table quickly.
And after setting it down...
'Well now?'
She sat in her chair, slipped her hand under the table, and began signaling rapidly with hand gestures.
Changing hand shapes fluidly like sign language, conveying something to me.
'...? What the hell?'
[Probably sign language.]
'How would I know... Armonia, record this for now.'
[Understood.]
Yang Ji-hyeon finished her intense signaling, stopped, and resumed talking to Boris.
“How will we proceed with the next plan...”
“Once tomorrow's business is settled...”
Still formal chit-chat.
But now about future plans, unlike the previous recap.
Watching them talk right over me was starting to piss me off.
'Goddamn...'
[What's wrong?]
'Got hard, but the mood's killed. Pissing me off...'
[...]
Why the silence? Don't you get how serious this is?
The reason I gained the [Imagination Projection] trait.
It was because interruptions during intense lust were extremely hated.
And Boris showed up just as I was getting hard looking at Yang Ji-hyeon's face.
'Can't let this slide.'
[...?]
'Sex Wall creation!'
The moment I created the sex wall, Yang Ji-hyeon flinched, her trembling thighs conveying her panic to me.
“...!”
“What's wrong?”
“N-No, where are the other organization members?”
“They're all...”
As Boris explained, I spread her legs wide apart.
“Hngh!”
“...?”
“K-Keep reporting...”
Yang Ji-hyeon, flustered by her suddenly spread legs, regained composure and steered the conversation.
She was wearing her usual pants.
If it'd been a skirt, I'd see her panties clearly, but now, no peeking without x-ray vision.
But there was a way.
'Now... expose yourself.'
I pulled out a small dagger and slowly cut her spread pants.
“Everyone's on standby near the village.”
“R-Right. You've all suffered because of me.”
“That's why we exist. No need to worry.”
Yang Ji-hyeon couldn't easily close her forcibly spread legs, sensing her pant leg being sliced away bit by bit.
Each quiet cut made her thighs twitch.
I finished cutting the crotch area, revealing her panties to my eyes...
'Ooh... total battle lingerie?'
Too elaborate for plain underwear.
The pink panties emphasized innocence over sexiness, looking brand new—like recently bought.
'Did she plan to do it tonight?'
Having called her target here suggested some expectation.
Or full preparation for any opportunity.
And those panties...
Slice.
“!”
The center tore under my dagger, exposing her lush pubic hair.
Unaware of the under-table antics, Boris lowered the mood and spoke.
“Th-There's something I need to say.”
“S-Speak.”
“...I just can't understand why you're helping that guy.”
At “that guy,” her thighs quivered, and so did my ears.
'She obeys well.'
Yang Ji-hyeon believed I was the former leader due to my deception, so she couldn't defy orders. But Boris clearly didn't know my identity.
Seemed he'd followed my no-talking order.
'Still pisses me off though.'
Couldn't help my mood souring.
'Already interrupted, and now daring to doubt and slander me?'
[We did deceive him, though...]
Hmph, justification. Justification!
I used that as pretext, slowly sliding my fingers toward her thighs.
As she tried to speak, the intruder between her legs made her shudder, and she snapped at Boris.
“Watch your mouth.”
“Hm... S-Sorry. But I'm worried if he's trustworthy. If he harmed our subordinates, he might hurt you someday...”
Yang Ji-hyeon yelled at Boris.
“Shut up!”
“Eek...”
Her mouth was cold, but her lower mouth warmly gripped my fingers.
'Hilarious.'
Was she truly angry, or from my presence plus the sudden fingering of her precious spot? Hard to tell.
I began slowly teasing with the inserted fingers.
“G-Get out! Hngh!”
“Sorry. Please forgive my rudeness...”
“Kuh!”
“Hey, Yang Ji-hyeon!”
“G-Get out! Now!”
“...Sorry.”
Boris, voice deflated, gave up fixing the mood and headed out.
As he turned the doorknob, he quietly said,
“...I was just worried.”
Boris left after that, closing the door softly.
'Hmph, hope he runs into the innkeeper on the way out and drops dead.'
[...]
He got in fine, so out should be easy.
Still under the table, I toyed with her hole.
“Hngh! Ha! W-Wait...! Haaa!”
Pre-regression Yang Ji-hyeon was a virgin.
Probably still was.
Having her cherished virginity toyed with before her crush would shatter any composure.
That's why she chased him out—not for him, but fear of exposure.
Under the table, I scolded her while playing.
“What? Who sent him?”
“S-Sorry. Hng! He said useless stuff... Haang!”
“Hmph...”
“Kuhhh!”
I spared her hymen, sending her to climax.
Emerging, Yang Ji-hyeon was slumped over the table, twitching in afterglow.
I muttered, leaving her,
“Gotta deal with that guy first.”
“W-Wait!”
Yang Ji-hyeon, legs wobbling, blocked my exit, pleading desperately.
“I-It's my fault. I failed to discipline him. Please...”
In my eyes, Yang Ji-hyeon kneeling toward me, and...
“Can't just let it go.”
Every time facing Boris, recalls sexual acts with Seong Su-ho.