Chapter 29
Chapter 29
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 29
Chapter Title: Genre is NTL (2)
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"Ugh! Uwaaaah! Uwaaaah!"
Duran, dragged into the room by his friends, let out a guttural scream and hurled whatever he could grab at anything in sight.
It didn't take long for the pristine suite to turn into a total wreck.
Duran's friends clicked their tongues at the sight of him losing his mind in rage, all while sipping their drinks.
"Hey, hey, calm down."
"Just let him be. He'll tire himself out eventually. You think this is the first time Duran's thrown a fit like this?"
"Let's just drink. Oh, and don't forget—we're hooking up with those models later."
"Look at this guy go. When did you even set that up?"
"Dude! Do I have to spell it out? A little eye contact, and the game's on. This place is trashed anyway, so let's head to my room."
"Heh heh... Sounds good."
Whether Duran raged on or not, his friends leered with sleazy grins, already picturing the wild night ahead with the models.
"Hey, pass me a drink."
Before long, Duran—having exhausted his tantrum—stumbled over to his friends and snatched the bottle they were sharing.
"Goddamn, this guy's impatient. There's a fresh one right there—why take mine?"
The friend whose drink was stolen grumbled as he poured himself a new glass. Just as he raised it to his lips, Duran swiped that one too.
"Hey!"
"Grr...! That fucking Bal Jeong-nam... I'm killing that bastard today."
"Kill him? Yeah, right. Whatever—models are coming over later, so cheer up."
"..."
Duran froze at the mention of the models. Images of the stunning women invited to the party flashed through his mind. Every one a knockout beauty with a body straight out of a masterpiece.
But soon, their faces were replaced by his fiancée, Elizabeth.
"...No thanks."
"Huh? What'd you say?"
"I said no."
"No to what? Oh, killing that guy? Smart move. Have your guys under you do it—involving yourself directly would just complicate things."
"Not that. I'm definitely killing that bastard today."
"Ugh, here we go again. So what are you saying no to?"
"...Hanging out with the models."
"What?"
"Huh?"
"???"
Duran's friends stared at him in utter confusion. Offended by their looks, Duran exploded.
"What the hell are you staring at, you fucks?!"
"No, did I hear that right? Oh, must be earwax—let me clean it out. Anyway, ears are clear now. Say it again. What're you not doing?"
"I'm not playing around! Not with the models, you goddamn assholes!"
"Whoa, you scared me. Why yell like that?"
His friends all gawked at him like he'd lost his mind.
"You aren't gonna mess around with girls?"
"You, who got a celebrity pregnant and got chewed out by the chairman?"
"Ooh~ Duran~ Now that you're engaged, you're turning over a new leaf?"
"...Yeah."
"Huh?"
"What?"
"From now on, the only woman in my life is Elizabeth. No other girls, ever."
"""..."""
Duran's friends exchanged panicked glances. Had he snapped so hard from the rage that his brain short-circuited?
They'd hung out since childhood, so they knew his history with women all too well. Which made it impossible to process what he'd just said.
'Elizabeth.'
No matter how his friends reacted, Duran meant every word.
He'd first met Elizabeth when he was invited to a Gwen Group party. She was seventeen at the time.
The moment he laid eyes on her, Duran fell head over heels. She looked like an angel descended from heaven. He wanted her as his wife, no question.
From then on, he'd hounded his father, Chairman Francesco, relentlessly to let him marry her.
A lot had happened after that, but whatever—details aren't important.
Long story short, this year—on her twentieth birthday—the engagement went through. A union between two massive conglomerates promised huge profits, potentially even surpassing Sanctuary Corp.
It was a marriage alliance that made everyone smile... except Elizabeth.
"By the way, where's Elizabeth?"
"Your fiancée? Who knows? Probably still at the party hall?"
"..."
"Hey, where you going?!"
"Let him go. He's off to see his lady love."
"Man~ Life's full of surprises. Duran in love? Hilarious."
With that, Duran headed straight back to the party hall to find Elizabeth. But she was nowhere to be seen.
*****
'Nice room.'
Way better than the hotel room where I'd banged Yuna. Well, duh—this was the Francesco Hotel; no comparison.
"Have a seat."
"Thanks."
"What would you like?"
"Got any booze? I could go for more."
"Ah... I can't mix cocktails..."
"Beer works."
"Only wine here?"
"Wine it is, then."
"Right."
Elizabeth brought over a bottle of wine and two glasses, sitting across from me.
"Oh! The opener..."
"Just hand it over."
"Pardon?"
I took the bottle from her and popped the cork with my finger. Pop! A crisp sound rang out. Her eyes went wide.
"Wow! You're so strong."
"This? Piece of cake."
Her eyes were round like a bunny's. Hmm... killer body too—bunny girl vibe?
"It's a bit hot in here."
"Should I turn on the AC?"
"Nah. I'll just take off my jacket."
I casually shrugged off my suit jacket and rolled up my sleeves. Thick forearms and bulging veins came into view, radiating masculine appeal.
"..."
Elizabeth stared at my forearms, mesmerized. I smirked inwardly.
Honestly, Elizabeth's fiancé Duran wasn't a slouch. Handsome face, tall, built from workouts. Plus chaebol heir status.
Duran was publicly acknowledged as the number two groom material.
Number two? Why not one?
Obviously, number one is me.
I'm superior in every way.
Taller, better body. Face? Objectively (totally subjective), I'm waaaaay more handsome.
Same chaebol heir status, but he's second place; I'm first in a top conglomerate. And the kicker? I've got level 10 superpowers. Unbeatable.
I dominate him across the board.
Anyway, not important (totally is)—point is, for Elizabeth, who hadn't met many guys, Duran was prime first-love material.
But she hated him.
Forced engagement at twenty, arranged by the family. Naturally, she resented Duran too.
She'd shown up to the party as his fiancée, stuck by his side out of obligation, but her face stayed blank the whole time. She loathed him so much she hid every emotion.
Then I showed up—way better than Duran.
And knowing a way to break the engagement, no less.
To her, I must look like Prince Charming on a white horse right now.
"Elizabeth?"
"Y-Yes? Sorry."
"No worries. Cheers, anyway."
I smoothly poured wine into her glass, then mine. Before she could refuse, I clinked glasses and downed mine.
Following my lead, Elizabeth drank hers too.
"Ugh..."
I chugged mine in one go, so she matched me with a shot. The alcohol hit her; she winced and swayed.
'Right on plan.'
Earlier, just three cocktails had her cheeks flushed. Weak tolerance confirmed.
Before getting to the point, I planned to get her hammered. Make sure she couldn't say no.
Raping her like with Yuna? Easy—she's powerless.
But here, I'm not villain Steel Armor; I'm chaebol heir Bal Jeong-nam. Rape would bring endless headaches.
So she had to come to me willingly.
"Um... so, about that method..."
"Sorry, it's just hot..."
"Ah."
Hot as an excuse, I unbuttoned my dress shirt this time.
"Ahh~ So hot~"
I rolled my shoulders, letting my shirt gap open to flash my pecs. Firm muscles etched sharp lines.
"..."
After the forearms, her eyes locked onto my chest, entranced. Imagining her shock at my massive cock later already had me stirring.
"One more glass. This stuff's good."
"Ah, sure."
One glass turned to two with Elizabeth. By the time the bottle emptied, her face was red enough to burst at a poke.
Her initially sharp eyes were now completely glazed.
'Perfect. Foreplay's done.'
"You wanted to break the engagement, right?"
"Yeees..."
As I dove into the main topic, she tried to straighten up despite swaying. Tougher willpower than expected.
"W-Wait, water..."
"I'll get it."
I stood and headed to the kitchen. Grabbed wine instead of water.
'Highest proof one's this.'
"Thirsty? Have another."
I poured while sliding into the seat next to her. That mole above her chest stole my gaze. Gonna suck on it plenty later.
"Not wine... water..."
"It's fine. Big talk ahead. I get how tough it's been for you, Elizabeth. When else you gonna drink like this? I'll solve all your problems tonight—just trust me and drink up."
"..."
I grabbed her hand, forcing the glass to her lips. Helpless, she drank more.
Glug glug!
'Oh yeah...'
Spilled wine trickled down into her cleavage. What a waste! Gotta lap that up now!
"The... method..."
"Method? Oh, breaking the engagement. Simple."
"What... is it...?"
I leaned in and nibbled her ear.
"Eek...!"
Then whispered.
"Run away. Where no one can find you."
Wonder if Uncle Chris found a house yet. Looks like I'll have a live-in girlfriend.
*****
"Run away. Where no one can find you."
'Ahhh...'
Elizabeth shivered at the sexy whisper in her ear. The alcohol drowned any chance of clear thinking.
Elizabeth was an odd one.
Growing up, she only went between school and home. Never even hit a karaoke bar. Meals? Always home or school. Junk food? Untouched.
Why odd? Unlike chaebol heirs who crashed through every scandal, she'd never had a single incident. Total outlier. Kinda like Bal Jeong-nam, in a way.
Birds of a feather? That's why she approached him first instead of following Duran—curiosity sparked.
His whisper felt like an electric jolt through her body.
'Booze! It's the booze! Snap out of it!'
She tried shaking off the drunken haze mentally. But willpower alone couldn't fight the buzz—especially not for a lightweight like her.
"I'll help you. So run away."
"...!"
Another nibble on her ear, another sultry voice.
Haa...
Hot breath washed over her. Burning against her skin. Her body trembled.
Under her strict mother and tutors, Elizabeth endured harsh discipline. Slouch even a bit? Lectures and switches flew.
Her only escape? Reading novels. Romance ones, where she cast herself as the heroine. Her sole solace.
'Run away? Me?'
Could she?
A novel protagonist popped into her head.
A princess who gave up everything for love, fleeing with a beggar.
Could she be that princess? Abandon it all and run?
"Eek...!"
Ear nibble, sexy voice again.
"Look at me."
"..."
Mesmerized, Elizabeth turned to meet Bal Jeong-nam's burning gaze.
"Let's run away. Together."
"Ah, aaah..."
His face, his lips drew closer.
Smack.
Lips met.
'I'll... run away.'
Embracing his massive cock, the princess made her choice.