If Cheon Seong Had Been a Woman
"Yo, you worthless half-penny girl. Why is it so hard just to get some cash from me?"
"Hah, fuck! If I keep spouting bullshit like that, next time I’ll chop your fucking dick off, you piece of shit."
"Wait, wait, what the hell? I got some good medicine for you this time—once you try it, you’ll feel great too. And don’t think I’m going to do the same to you just because those other losers you beat up last time got crushed. They’re the kind who can’t even move once they get hit, and they’re still yapping like little bitches every time they get dragged off to get fucked in the back alleys?"
Cheon Seong, unable to hold back anymore, drew mana into his body and began chanting a spell toward the dog-faced bastard who had been harassing him nonstop.
Four-star wind magic.
Wind Wolf.
—Whoosh!
A wolf made of green mana from the Five Colors howled, charging forward to sink its fangs into the disgusting crotch of the man who had been groping him.
"Kyaaak! This… fuck… kyaaaaaaa! Let go! Gurgle… gah!"
The bastard, unable to endure the pain, pissed himself in humiliation, foam bubbling from his mouth before he collapsed.
Clack, clack, clack, clack.
Seong walked toward the unconscious man, mana coiling around his shoes, and brought them down with crushing force.
"What the hell are you happy about?! Get up, you fucking dog bastard!!"
—CRACK!!
The Wind Wolf’s jaws had torn the man’s crotch to shreds, blood and foul fluids pouring out, and Seong’s mana-soled shoes stomped down, crushing it into pulp.
"Kyuhhaaaaak!!! Kyaaaa!! Let… let go!! I… I… I was… kyaaaaak!!"
"And I said!! Half-penny! Don’t you dare call me that!!"
Crack!
Mana gathered and compressed, the shoe cracking against the floor with a sound.
Seong stepped back as the floor cracked, then channeled white mana and chanted a healing spell.
Four-star healing magic.
Heal.
The light of white mana, symbol of recovery, enveloped the bastard and healed his wounds.
"Hmph. You’re not dead, at least. Your dick will never work again, though."
He had warned her himself.
If you keep harassing me like that again, I’ll crush your dick so you can’t use it for the rest of your life.
Why do these horny bastards keep showing off when they’re going to get their dicks crushed anyway?
"Hah, fuck. Thanks to that bastard, I’m late for my date with Yuna after all."
Today Yuna had free time from the academy and had promised to wander the city together, but the horny dog had ruined the timing.
"Haa… damn it… fuck… hey, stop staring, you bastards!!"
Seong dashed off in a hurry, but men around her kept staring with dead eyes.
"Hah, fuck. It would have been so much better if I’d just been born male. Why the hell did I get born a girl and have to deal with all this nonsense. And I ate nothing, but why are my tits so damn big and annoying!!"
As she hurried to the meeting spot, her massive chest bounced with every step, making the stares from the men around her unbearably uncomfortable.
Even as she released a faint killing intent to intimidate them, a handful of stupid thugs—some brave, some dumb, some just dull-witted—kept staring at her chest.
In her line of sight appeared Yuna.
"Seong! Hello!"
"Haa… hah… sorry, Yuna. Some guy started a fight with me on the way here."
"What? You got harassed again?"
"It's fine. No need to worry. I crushed him just like last time."
Yuna gave a bitter smile when she heard the word "crushed."
"Seong, don’t say that. How about you just accept the confession you received before? Then those guys will leave you alone."
"Enough. That Cheon Yu-seong bastard gives me the creeps. Anyway, I have no intention of dating anyone. I’m more than enough with just you, Yuna. So let’s go. We’re late, so I’ll treat you."
Yuna’s cheeks flushed red at the sudden words. She stared at Seong’s retreating back as she held his hand and walked toward the cafe, the corners of her lips curling upward.
Yuna stepped closer and linked arms with Seong.
"I’m fine with just Seong too."
The cafe was packed with horny men hoping to get a better look at the two of them. The staff approached with two slices of cake and smiled.
"Compliments on the service."
Seong and Yuna, both knowing they would receive this service multiple times at other shops, ate the cake and asked about each other’s recent events.
"How’s the academy?"
"I don’t know~ Since Seong’s not there it’s boring."
"Yuna, with you around you’d have tons of people wanting to get close."
Yuna was a rare beauty even among those who could be admired by other women. As a supporter with the rarest recovery-type ability in the Five Colors, there would be even more who wanted to get close, yet Seong couldn’t understand why she was bored.
"They all want something from me or come with ulterior motives. Not a single one of the people I’ve become close to."
"…Again? Last time you said you had no friends either, didn’t you?"
Even after half a year at the academy, these people still lingered, which was oddly surprising.
"Oh, but I did make one friend."
"That’s good news. Who? A guy?"
"A guy, but… he’s a bit weird. His name is Seol Si-yun. We became a little close during training with the Sword God’s son."
"Seol Si-yun? The one who topped the academy this time?"
Seong knew about Seol Si-yun.
Among the geniuses who had entered this generation, his excellence could be sensed even without seeing him.
"Training? Then maybe the one from back then—"
"Excuse me. If it’s not too much trouble, could I have your number?"
Seong was about to ask Yuna something when a man suddenly appeared at their table, handed over a phone, and spoke.
Seong’s words were cut off by the man.
Annoyed, Seong looked up at the guy with a pissed-off expression. The man grinned like an idiot and waved the phone.
What the hell is this bastard thinking, bragging that he’ll get my number?
His face wasn’t handsome enough to draw that kind of attention, yet the truck full of assholes like him still tried to hit on her.
"I don’t care about someone like you, so go away."
"Haha. You look like a cat, but your personality is just a naughty little kitten. So cute."
The man leaned in with a greasy smirk, thinking he could trigger Seong’s reaction.
"Hah, fuck. I don’t care about greasy butter like you. Get lost. Dozens of bastards who tried to hit on me just because of your face got castrated. Will you get the hell out already!"
"Uh… ugh… s-sorry."
Seong unleashed killing intent and shouted. The man’s tail tucked between his legs as he rushed out of the cafe.
Guys who had no spine even against killing intent and only dared to approach because of their face always ended up the same way—running away while cursing her.
Whenever Seong saw these people, she secretly left them one gift.
"May your life be filled with bright days."
Yuna, who had spent a long time with Seong, smiled bitterly.
"Seong, you did it again, didn’t you?"
"Yeah. Those guys who only care about looks and have no courage to curse me to my face should get a good lesson once in a while. This time I held back a bit. Just the crown?"
Yuna said the crown was too much and sipped her strawberry latte while eating Seong’s chocolate cake.
"Seong, what did you do while I was away? You weren’t just training, right?"
"Training? I looked into breast reduction surgery. They’re too big and annoying."
"Seong… never say that in front of other women."
Other people had money and bodies they wanted to buy and train, but Seong had a body other people envied and was still trying to buy and shape it.
"……"
The sounds of men lamenting came from around them.
"Why the hell do these horny bastards think such a fat lump of a bitch is good?"
"Well… maybe they feel some maternal instinct?"
"Maternal instinct my ass. Just perverts."
Seong, who hated men, told Yuna to be careful as well, then crammed the rest of the cake into her mouth. She stuffed the cake into her cheeks like a squirrel. Yuna smiled and took out a napkin to wipe the crumbs from Seong’s mouth.
"Still, don’t do that too much, Seong. You might meet a man later."
"Ugh. There will never be one."
Seong said it with genuine disgust. After talking for about an hour more, the two stood up, left the cafe, and walked outside.
The cafe owner had begged them to stay longer because he gave away so much service, but Seong refused firmly and left, along with a few bothersome leeches.
"Seong, what do you think of this?"
"That’s fine too, but Yuna, I’ll go to the bathroom for a second."
Seong left the cafe and walked with Yuna looking at clothes. She told Yuna she’d go to the bathroom for a moment and left the shop. The place she headed was a back alley where no one would ever come.
"Yo, you horny dog bastards, come out quick."
Seong leaned against the wall at the entrance of the alley.
"Huh. Just like I heard, you’re a crazy bitch. It’d be fun to train you, though."
"You damn bitch! Your tits are a fucking udder! What kind of cow is that? Hey, didn’t you get some milk-increasing medicine before? How about using it on this bitch?"
"That’s good, isn’t it? She’s already been abandoned by her family anyway. Just take her and turn her into livestock or something."
"Why the hell are these crazy bastards already talking about how we won?"
These idiots hadn’t noticed Seong was watching them. They thought having more numbers and already winning because she was a girl was enough.
"Crazy bitch. Scared you shitless, huh? Heh heh heh."
"You bastard, your face is so ugly it’s ridiculous. Heh heh heh."
"You’re the same, you retard. Go get that medicine and feed it to yourself. The ugly face you thought would work."
Seong still had the same thoughtless bastards in her sight. She manifested red mana.
Fwoosh!
"Come on, you bastards, get roasted, you pieces of shit."
A massive flame wolf pounced on the horny dog bastards.
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