How to Steal the Hero's Woman - 325: Yggdrasil (3-34)
“Mister… do you like girls in ballet outfits by any chance?”
“Haha… I don’t think there’s a guy alive who doesn’t.”
Seong Su-ho’s answer doubled as Han Yeoreum’s own response—and as the collective voice of everyone watching her channel.
‘Fucking bullshit…’
That was Han Yeoreum’s inward reply, even as she swallowed hard.
Her mind brimmed with a nagging what if.
Contempt… and the twisted anticipation it bred.
She desperately wished it wouldn’t happen, but she could feel that dark seed buried deep inside her squirming to life.
But there was one voice ready to shatter everyone’s expectations.
On the 0th floor, you could snag all sorts of convenient gear from the shops without much hassle.
But even there, Han Yeoreum had no memory of ballet outfits for sale.
Let alone on the 1st floor.
There were hardly any shopping spots like on the 0th—Primum Village at the center only stocked bare essentials.
No snacks to speak of, and the food tasted like garbage compared to the 0th-floor hotel.
In other words, there was no way Han Bom had a ballet outfit on her right now.
‘Upstairs?’
The word “upstairs” snapped Han Yeoreum out of her stray thoughts.
What she guarded against even more fiercely than Seong Su-ho was moving between floors.
‘Come to think of it, what’s the condition for going up here?’
In Jepirum Village, they’d spelled it out from the start, but she hadn’t heard a peep about ascending from the 1st to the 2nd floor.
Unease gnawing at her, Han Yeoreum turned to her channel viewers.
“How do you get to the 2nd floor?”
But no answer she wanted came.
Strategy-related, apparently—they wouldn’t even drop a tiny hint.
No, they started mocking her outright.
‘These fucking assholes…’
She hadn’t expected much from their hints anyway, but it still soured her mood.
Not a single viewer had ever been friendly toward her.
At first, they hadn’t been this outright hostile, though.
The ones who’d hyped her up with noise at the start now just laughed at her failures.
And they craved even bigger flops from her.
‘I’ll remember every single ID… After Seong Su-ho, you’re next.’
With that vow, Han Yeoreum tuned back into the tent.
But no sounds to sate her lust followed.
Just vulgar sucking noises.
“Slurp, schluuuurp.”
“Hehe… you’re like a baby, mister.”
Han Yeoreum knew it instantly.
Seong Su-ho sucking on Han Bom’s tits…
‘Fuck… fuck…’
She cursed inwardly, but a pang of regret hit her too.
Without realizing it, irritation at missing those sounds she craved mixed with self-loathing.
In the end, while she listened, all they did was breast play and chitchat.
Mind-numbingly banal talk, at that.
Only after scanning the chat did Han Yeoreum snap to her senses—and nausea hit like a truck.
‘Me… why the hell was I…’
Just five seconds ago, she’d been secretly hoping for it.
Hoping for sounds to tickle her ears.
But all she got was their inane banter, killing the buzz dead.
‘Hoping? Me? Fuck!’
Reason finally clicked back into place. Han Yeoreum started crawling toward her own tent.
Deep down, she wanted to storm in, trash the place, and end it all.
But she had a priority.
‘The gem… fuck, if I can just snag that and watch the footage…’
Seong Su-ho’s recorded scenes.
Figuring out what he’d been up to since hitting the 1st floor was crucial.
Her reason, eroded until moments ago, had clawed back just enough to clear her head now that sex was off the table.
But her lust wasn’t washed clean—like a grease-clogged sink barely scraped by a sponge.
She shook herself, staggering back to her tent.
And after a few steps…
‘Wait… where am I?’
She’d tracked Su-ho’s tent by Han Bom’s moans and chatter.
Heading back was a whole different beast.
Her reason had been drowned in lust; she couldn’t recall the path, her mood, anything.
No sounds, no sight, no memory—just get to her tent.
She crawled what she thought was the way back at first.
She should’ve hit her tent by now, but no matter how she flailed, no canvas touched her hands.
‘Fuck… wait… where the hell!’
She wanted to scream for help, but pride—and not wanting anyone to see her like this—held her back.
Crawling barefoot, blindfolded, in the dead of night…
In this panic, the safe zone was her only comfort.
‘F-First, if I stay in the safe zone, I’ll feel it. Just don’t leave it.’
So she crawled, hunting her tent.
***
(What the hell…)
(Oh god…)
I woke to sudden commotion and scanned around.
Only Han Bom in sight.
Topless, no less…
‘She really loves stripping down and cuddling to sleep…’
Compared to the other girls, Han Bom was way into shedding clothes and hugging like I was her body pillow, grinning all blissed out.
She stirred too, reacting to the noise outside.
Clearly, the other girls were up already.
I whispered to her wide-eyed panic:
“Hang tight a sec. I’ll check what’s up outside.”
“Ugh… okay.”
Han Bom threw on clothes in a flurry, looking apologetic.
I stepped out to investigate.
And immediately saw why the girls were buzzing.
“…Why’s she doing that over there?”
“We… don’t really know.”
“…”
Han Yeoreum lay sprawled like a homeless bum, snoring on the ground.
..
..
Min Hayeon clutched her head like a migraine and told us:
“Haa… for now… me and these three’ll go ahead. Su-ho, take Bom and Yeoreum.”
“Got it.”
From the morning, Han Yeoreum’s weirdness had soured the girls’ moods even more.
The guy who should’ve stayed put in his tent had been wandering at night.
“I-I didn’t do shit! How was I supposed to know with no eyesight?!”
“Sure… blind I get, but why were you lurking by their tents like that? And barefoot?”
Han Yeoreum claimed he’d stepped out for a piss, got lost.
We were baffled but didn’t call bullshit outright.
The real issue? He hadn’t just crashed outside—he’d picked the trio’s tentside spot.
“I-I thought shoes’d be too loud…”
“Haa…”
“It’s true! Couldn’t just yell for help at night!”
Min Hayeon tried to understand but failed miserably on her face.
No alibi or evidence changes a prior record—rose-tinted glasses turn shit-colored.
That was Han Yeoreum’s spot now.
“Su-ho’s strong enough to wipe all the monsters here anyway, so he can handle you and Bom.”
“Wh-Why’re you splitting off?”
Han Yeoreum seemed relieved Min Hayeon wouldn’t be with Su-ho, but worried now his “protector” was ditching.
‘Crazy bastard… you think a girl whose heart’s checked out’ll help you?’
Min Hayeon scowled, voicing my thoughts:
“…I don’t wanna go with you either.”
“Wh-What!? Hey, Min Hayeon!”
Han Yeoreum wailed into the void at invisible Min Hayeon.
No one answered.
No one was there.
“Hey! Min Hayeon, wh-where are you! Answer me!”
Min Hayeon shook her head and approached me.
“Fun night?”
“Huh?”
“Even if you’re chill, reaching for Bom here?”
I’d figured the morning chaos hid Han Bom sneaking out.
Min Hayeon had spotted it, though.
“Nah. Nothing happened.”
“…Yeah, looked that way.”
“Huh?”
She buys it?
“Couldn’t do shit quietly in this echoey dungeon anyway.”
Min Hayeon was intuiting the vibe.
Moans would’ve drawn instant complaints here.
She patted my shoulder, whispering:
“I like it too, but take care of Bom.”
“…Yeah.”
Saying that outright probably wasn’t easy for her.
And I made a resolution right then.
‘No more tiptoeing.’
[Min Hayeon's glances?]
‘Yeah. Feels like it’s making it harder instead.’
Keeping up the “it’s fine” act must suck for her too.
Painful once; torture after repeats. I’d be the asshole then.
I caught her bitter smile, then eyed Han Yeoreum flailing in the distance.
“Wh-where is everyone!? Where are you all!?”
Han Yeoreum… Han Bom… what a fun party.
..
..
Min Hayeon split groups to give me and Han Bom space, but we didn’t get up to much.
Han Bom wasn’t that open without a tent.
Plus Han Yeoreum right there…
I slammed an arrow between the last monster’s eyes.
“Alright, let’s move.”
“Okay.”
“…”
Only one reply.
Han Yeoreum trailed silently.
By now, you’d expect frustration, pleas for help—but nada.
Even in this straight-shot dungeon, blind steps scream anxiety.
‘Surprising.’
[She seems somewhat accustomed to it.]
Impossible for complex tasks blind, sure—but walking? Adapted.
‘And this is the guy who crashed like a hobo last night.’
I chuckled, recalling his pathetic morning state.
Things rolled smoothly till lunchtime.
“Let’s eat here.”
“Sure.”
I prepped after Han Bom’s okay.
Then Han Yeoreum staggered up, flailing:
“Hey… untie this.”
Proof of how meek she’d gotten.
From commands to polite pleas.
But her demure vibe sparked a fun idea.
“Nope.”
“Wh-What! Then what am I supposed to do? I gotta eat!”
“Wait. I’ll set you up.”
“Wh… huh?”
She grimaced like she’d misheard.
I repeated it, actually serving her.
‘Perfect. This time…’
[…?]
Instant meals were easy.
I shoved a bowl at her uneasy face, then whispered to Han Bom:
“Han Bom, uh… like you asked yesterday—mind helping me out too?”
She stared, puzzled, then eyed Han Yeoreum scarfing blindly opposite us—and smirked wickedly.
Getting it, she yanked down my pants and muttered loud enough:
“Wow… looks delicious.”
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