Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Why Won't the Good Deed Stack Accumulate? (3)
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"Agh, my leg."
I rubbed my throbbing leg as I headed to the hotel where Elizabeth was staying. That was the price of plummeting from hundreds of meters up with nothing but my bare body to break the fall.
But on the flip side, that was it. I'd fallen from hundreds of meters, and all I had to show for it was a throbbing leg. Nothing else hurt.
Thrilling! Body Enhancers are the best!
"Elizabeth?"
"..."
Elizabeth was still fast asleep even though I was back. She'd passed out completely from the booze.
"Elizabeth? You up? Time to wake up already, right? If you don't, I'm gonna eat you?"
"..."
I grabbed her shoulder and shook it, but she didn't stir.
Oh no, wait...
A fairy tale from my childhood popped into my head.
"It was the prince who woke the sleeping princess in the woods."
Don't get the wrong idea. The prince's kiss woke the princess. Not the prince's wang.
*Mwah!*
Like the prince kissing the princess awake, I pressed my lips to hers. A sweet cherry scent wafted from the tip of my nose.
"..."
"Still not waking up."
I'd kissed her, but the booze-sleeping princess wouldn't budge. Damn, this was no fun.
Of course, I could still take her virginity right now. Oh, and yeah, I confirmed she's a virgin back at the Francesco Hotel when I was teasing her pussy. I definitely felt that thin membrane against my fingertip.
Anyway, I could just take her, but where's the fun in that? The real thrill is when Elizabeth realizes I've claimed her virginity and I get to see her raw reaction up close.
"Hmm... Should I switch routes?"
I kneaded her sleeping breasts as I pondered.
When I made Yuna mine, I went with the master-slave vibe. But doing the same thing again? Nah, that's boring. I wanted something fresh.
"Oh, how about that idea?"
A brilliant spark hit me. If I fleshed this out just right, it'd be a blast.
"Alright, that's the plan... Damn, these are so soft. What does she eat to get them this big?"
I couldn't tear my hands away from Elizabeth's ample chest. I pulled down her clothes, exposing her bare tits. They bounced out like jiggling pudding—boing!—flaunting their overwhelming glory.
"Yep, nipple bands, as expected."
I ripped off the bands covering where her nipples should be, and out popped perky pink buds, standing at attention.
"Let's see here..."
I climbed on top of Elizabeth and feasted on her breasts. I took big bites, swirling my tongue over her nipples. Like a nursing baby, I suckled away like mad.
Why...! Why won't milk come out...! Such tragedy!
No milk, but the softness more than made up for it. That was enough.
"Can't just leave without a parting gift..."
I slid down for a sec, ditched my pants, and climbed back on top. I wedged my cock right between her voluptuous tits.
"Fuck... this is insane."
The softness I'd felt with my hands was even better with my dick. And the pressure? Way superior to just groping.
I spat on my cock nestled in her cleavage to lube it up, then started thrusting my hips.
Shlick, shlick—
My dick slid back and forth between her breasts. Every time I thrust forward, the tip poked out and tapped her chin.
"At this rate, she'll be able to give me a titjob and a facial at the same time later."
All thanks to my long cock and her huge tits. We're a match made in heaven.
"Ah... can't hold back!"
Shlick-shlick-shlick-shlick-shlick-shlick-shlick!
"Mmm..."
I pinched her nipples and ramped up the speed. Moments later, thick semen blasted out, plastering her face in a creamy mess.
I used my dick like a brush to scoop the cum from her face and drip it into her mouth.
"Mmm..."
Elizabeth mumbled and swallowed what slid in, blissfully unaware it was my load.
"No good. One more round before I go."
Watching her savor my cum got me hard again. I shoved back between her tits and pistoned wildly.
This went on until the sun rose. Elizabeth's midnight snack? My semen.
"Ugh... Ow... My head..."
Elizabeth clutched her head as the hangover hit her upon waking. It was her first time drinking—ever—so this was her first hangover too.
"Ugh... I feel like I'm dying..."
Her mother had raised her with an iron fist.
No crossing her legs, no slouching. From basic posture to etiquette, manners, studies—nothing escaped her scrutiny.
Disobey Mom? You'd get an earful and a switch without fail.
Growing up under that roof meant not a drop of alcohol ever touched her lips. Or more accurately, she couldn't.
She'd only gotten to drink last night because it was her fiancé's birthday party, and Mom's ever-present lackey hadn't tagged along for once.
Her life was total control. Naturally, Elizabeth's curiosity burned brighter than her peers', and booze had been high on that list.
And the price of indulging? This hangover.
'Should've listened to Mom...'
Elizabeth regretted downing those drinks. No booze, no suffering!
'Honey water for hangovers, right?'
She was about to ask her nanny for some.
"Ah..."
Lifting her head, she finally clocked that this wasn't home—it was some strange place. And realizing that jogged her memory of last night.
"Ah, aaaah...!"
'What the hell did I do?!'
Her face flushed beet red.
The first guy she'd ever met—not just any guy, but Bal Jeong-nam, the chaebol heir her fiancé hated most—she'd spilled her guts to him, every secret thought.
And that wasn't enough. She'd dragged him alone to her suite and kissed him. His hands had roamed her breasts, waist, ass... even her pussy. Not an inch untouched.
'I'm insane! Insane! Insane! You idiot, Elis!'
Elizabeth bonked her head, berating herself. Sober her never would've allowed it. She'd have called security and kicked his ass out.
Booze! That devil drink.
'Never touching alcohol again!'
Could she stick to that?
Everyone swears off it during a hangover, but almost no one lasts. Humans repeat mistakes.
"Hm?"
Mid-self-scolding, she felt something on her lips and wiped them. A milky, jelly-like goo stuck to her finger.
"What's this?"
Did I eat jelly last night? Tilting her head, Elizabeth sniffed the goo cautiously. It smelled like night-blooming flowers.
"Smells nice."
What?!
Intrigued by the pleasant scent, she licked it. No sweetness like jelly. How to describe the taste?
Whoosh—!
"Huh?"
A cool splash of water sounded as the door opened. Out came a guy shaking his wet hair, wearing nothing but tight square briefs that hugged his body. His bulge strained the fabric like a cave—big enough for a massive sausage to fit just right.
"Oh? You're awake?"
"..."
Elizabeth stared, mesmerized.
Her strict mom had blocked all porn and mags from her life. Sure, he had briefs on, but this was her first naked man.
Though ironically... she'd seen his cock first.
She hadn't forgotten that massive thing grinding against her pussy at the Francesco Hotel.
"I was worried I'd have to take you to the hospital since you wouldn't wake up. You're a lightweight, huh? Head feeling better? Still hurt?"
"Uh..."
He strolled over casually, buck naked, no shame, chatting away.
Elizabeth panicked. This was prime "Who the hell are you?!" scream territory, but words failed her.
'The smell...'
A thick scent hit her from him. Not gross—subtle and pleasant, like cologne. But it wasn't. She'd know perfume.
'Body scent...'
It was his natural musk.
Realizing that, her barely calmed face burned red again.
"Whoa, you okay? Your face is all red. Fever?"
"Ah, um, I— Who are you?!"
"Huh? You don't remember me? You asked for my help."
"Huh? Who... Oh!"
His words clicked. Bal Jeong-nam, son of High Fog Conglomerate's CEO Bal Ji-un—Dark City's top dog.
The same guy who'd groped her body at will!
"Bal Jeong-nam-ssi?"
"...Why'd my parents name me something so lame."
"Pardon?"
"Ah, nothing. Anyway, you remember. I was sweating you'd forgotten me."
"But why am I here..."
"You said you wanted to run away."
"Huh?"
Yeah, she'd said it. The secret she'd buried deep, she'd blurted to this stranger.
"So I whisked you away, Elizabeth-ssi. Good job, right?"
"Ah..."
He grinned wide, and her eyes widened.
Thump-thump— Her heart pounded fiercely.
"..."
"You were here, sunbae?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. What brings you?"
"I was passing by and spotted you, so I came over."
"Got it. Not a Hero Association summons, then?"
"Ah, well... Sigh. Yeah, it is."
Her phone had buzzed nonstop till just now—Association calls. But Ice Queen ignored them.
Ice Queen gave her junior a wry smile and looked ahead again. The Francesco Hotel entrance lay in ruins.
Deep in thought, she stared gravely.
"Ronister."
"Yes?"
"The kidnapped kids made it home... You investigated that, right?"
"Technically, with Memory Hunter-ssi."
Ronister smiled bitterly at her senior's question.
"The one who rescued them was A-rank villain Steel Armor?"
"Hard to believe, but... yeah. All the kids who came home pointed to the same guy."
Proud hero that she was, Ronister couldn't say Steel Armor saved them outright—softened it to "the same guy."
The Hero Association couldn't crack the case, but a villain did.
It bruised the Association's—no, heroes'—pride.
Sure, kidnappings were cops' turf.
Heroes handled superpowered villains; no bandwidth for abductions.
But Ronister's pride stung because a villain solved it—not a civilian, a villain.
It made heroes look worse than villains.
"Steel Armor... Is he really a villain?"
"Pardon? What do you mean?"
Ronister gaped at the unexpected words.
"Think about it—he's never killed anyone. Knocking out or injuring? Self-defense, totally within bounds."
"B-but sunbae! He attacked heroes!"
"We struck first."
"Huh?"
Ice Queen recalled their first clash at Sanctuary Corp.
Chaos everywhere, save Stephanie Yu the VP—bam, straight at Steel Armor.
Objectively? She fired first.
She hadn't realized then, proudly reporting him villainous to the Association.
But last night, doubts crept in.
—Steel Armor saved me and my kid. Without him, we'd be dead from hotel guards' bullets. Association calls him a villain, but... honestly, I don't know. Villain or not, he saved our lives.
This morning's news interview with a civilian.
Heading home with her child, bullets flew—Steel Armor shielded them.
But interviews weren't all shaking her.
Having fought him, Ice Queen knew: No hero there, herself included, could scratch him.
When the old couple appeared pre-fight, her heart sank.
Hotel guards and staff Steel Armor downed? All evacuated outside. For heroes, civilian casualties trumped catching villains.
Even capturing an S-rank with civvie deaths? Public backlash. No-kill rule born from that.
Steel Armor could've held the couple hostage—heroes froze.
But he didn't.
—Uh... elders, you can go first.
No hostage, let them pass safe. Why toss a winning hand?
No true villain would.
After? He fled without fighting, led them to chaebol heirs' drug party. Then rape scene with models.
—Hero Ice Queen. Dispense justice.
He said that, leaped from the 75th-floor window.
—Hero Ice Queen. Dispense justice.
'Damn it!'
His voice echoed in her ears.
Dispense justice!
Never dreamed a villain would say it.
—Hero Ice Queen. Dispense justice.
'Steel Armor!'
Vision of him, arms crossed, filled her sight.
'Are you really a villain?'
She asked the apparition.
No answer came.