Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Realm of Baby Talk
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A bottom-tier life where dying was inevitable.
From childhood until reaching adulthood, that life had flipped around like a miracle.
Before I knew it, the world was calling me a 'hero'.
The woman who rose from a tragic past to become an S-Rank hero. The icon of human triumph, turning the impossible into possible.
And lifted by the world's expectations propping me up, I ended up founding a guild.
So no more kids like my past self would ever appear again, to become a beacon for the new generation.
...But was that really the life I wanted?
A force for good, Korea's public face, a responsible leader.
It sounded great at first, but in truth, it was just flailing desperately not to die until money and power fell into my hands.
In the end, I mistook that for happiness and lived on without a shred of real emotion.
I had never once been truly satisfied.
I realized that fact
in his arms, being 'dongga-dongga'ed like a diapered baby, right at that moment.
I was happy.
Absurdly, ridiculously happy.
Why had I only now discovered these feelings?
Why had I just stared at baby clothes until now, never once thinking to get them tailored to my size?
Why hadn't I known about this diaper—so thousands of times softer, fluffier, and more reassuring than any panties?
That's when I realized it.
All my life up until now had been nothing but an illusion.
And this—this was the true 'reward' for the real me.
The moment that understanding sank in, changes began rippling through Cheok Yunhwa's body.
Once the bungabunga was over and Papa carefully laid her on the bed, a warm residual heat spread subtly inside the diaper.
"Ahh... Hng...!"
Yunhwa exhaled only small, drowsy breaths, like a newborn babe.
Right now, she was a helpless infant, unable to speak or do a thing.
Just whimpering in place of emotions, lost in that state.
And for this Yunhwa, Papa slowly unfolded the diaper.
Baby powder puffed softly onto her plush bottom, fine white grains settling delicately over her pale skin.
And then, the new diaper.
Soft, cozy fabric enveloped her lower half, the smooth crinkle filling her up.
That was the moment.
Deep in Yunhwa's brain, something that had bound her senses like vicious iron chains let out a 'Ng-hoook?!' ear-shattering squeal like a pig in slaughter, snapping apart one after another.
The past scars crushing her down.
A trauma from childhood—a limiter blocking her senses,
sealing mana awakening.
Only then did Yunhwa whisper.
A voice so faint it barely reached the ear, yet brimming with certainty.
"...I can see it."
"Yunhwa? No, Ms. Yunhwa? What did you say...?"
Her eyes weren't clouded.
If anything, they were too sharp, stinging to look at.
"The fog in my head is gone. Those hazy things... now they're all crystal clear. Beyond buildings, even the nerves under people's skin... all of it, in these eyes, these senses!"
Her mana was no longer caged.
It rippled outward in every direction, free of any interference or restraint.
This sensation—it wasn't 'Hunter Yunhwa's' sight anymore.
It was 'Awakened Baby Yunhwa's'—the world-dominating senses of an adult baby.
And right now, twenty kilometers from the Hunter Association's top-floor counseling room.
She instinctively pierced the truth: impure intruders were closing in on the Moonlight Sword House headquarters she'd built.
Every hunter in the Moonlight Sword House stared in stunned silence.
No matter how strong, their guild leader had been just another 'human' like them.
But Cheok Yunhwa had transformed into something entirely else.
Not just the executives—even the rank-and-file had joined idolizing her.
Everyone knew she was the strongest above all.
Especially those who'd raided dungeons at her side.
Cheok Yunhwa's Moonlight Swordsmanship.
It had always been serene, subtle.
Not blinding like the sun's strikes, but like moonlight seeping through the dark—cool, alluring motions.
Elegant as a dancer's steps, yet lethally breathtaking to behold.
Now, it had ascended to a wholly different plane.
"Gaaahhh!"
"R-Run!"
"Guild leaders! Big trouble! More than half the fighters we brought are already down!"
"...What?"
"No way. That's a thousand combat troops, all C-Rank or higher! And they're on the brink of total wipeout?!"
Like a lunar eclipse devouring the sun—not dazzling, not scorching.
Just quietly, indifferently, mercilessly slicing them down.
This wasn't a predator hunting herbivores.
Something far more terrifying.
Like ants crushed unnoticed even by beasts—Cheok Yunhwa dismantled the alliance forces that way.
She simply walked, swung, walked again.
Yet everywhere she passed filled not with blood and flesh, but silence and terror.
And even this state? She was holding back.
"Look at the ones down... Hit by the blade, but no blood. Wounds crushed or just knocked out."
"Th-That means?!"
"Yeah. She didn't kill them. Spared them on purpose."
Unbelievable.
S-Rank hunter or not, the enemy was a battle force from three of Korea's four great guilds united.
Monstrous hunters gunning for next-gen S-Rank mixed in—and she neutralized them all without killing, without slashing, just the flat of her blade?
Makes no sense.
But the reality unfolding before their eyes was more brutal, more overwhelming than slaughtering them outright.
And at the end of that despair.
"N-No way..."
"She really... took them all down alone?"
Like butchering three thousand, one person had crippled over a thousand allied troops.
Before the three guild leaders could react, Yunhwa quietly halted before them.
No breath, no exhale audible.
Just a fresh, contented smile—like after a diaper change—glowing softly on her face.
"Ch-Cheok Yunhwa Guild Leader..."
"H-Ha... D-Did we go too far?"
"H-How about... we talk this out first?!"
The three guild leaders' voices cracked, echoing into the void.
Now they rolled their tongues for any excuse, but anyone could see it—drowning rats thrashing at the cliff's edge.
Fighters? All collapsed.
Step up themselves? Don't make me laugh.
They'd already been half-crushed to bloody pulps by her once before.
And back then, Cheok Yunhwa had been 'weaker' than now.
'She's... way stronger than back then...'
Terror that they couldn't even touch her. Body felt it first; brain finally admitted it.
So that's why.
Unable to meet eyes, they gulped saliva, stepping back one by one...
Thud.
"S-Spare me! Please! Cheok Yunhwa Guild Leader! This plan... it was all this Azure Dragon Pavilion Guild Leader's doing!"
"Wh-What?! You suggested it first!"
"At least me...! Spare just me, Guild Leader!"
Discarding false pride and face, the crones groveled like dogs before Cheok Yunhwa.
Even their kneeling was grotesque—they'd once preached 'greater good' as hypocrites.
Finger-pointing excuses poured out, revolting beyond belief.
But one silver lining: Yunhwa now had no mood to deal with such filth personally.
'I'm a baby. Babies who touch dirty things... get scolded by Papa.'
The delightful diaper's plush embrace cradled her between the legs, warm afterglow lingering. Yunhwa smiled quietly.
'So this kind of mess... leave it to my big sisters.'
"Cha Yunha? You there?"
"Y-Yes! Guild Leader!"
"The cleanup... I'll leave it to you."
No sooner had she spoken.
Slash.
"Gaaahhh?!"
"M-My arm! My arm...!"
"L-Legggs...!!"
To make it easy for her sisters to finish, she mercilessly severed the three guild leaders' limbs.
Screams rent the air before blood even sprayed.
Yet she never once glanced back.
No interest in the enemies' pathetic stumbles.
She turned straight to meet her executives' eyes.
That gaze alone silenced any questions.
"We'll handle the rest behind you, Guild Leader!"
"From today, Moonlight Sword House... is Korea's top guild!"
Yunhwa smiled faintly at their cheers.
The toasty, fluffy tickle inside the diaper.
That soft warmth spreading deep into her core oddly kept thrilling her.
Slowly straightening her steps, she headed out of the building.
Battle heat still lingered, but Yunhwa's gaze fixed on one person alone.
A taxi pulling up right on cue.
Door opened, and the voice she'd craved stabbed her ears.
"Ms. Yunhwa?! What the hell happened?! You just bolted, and now the building's...?"
That face, that voice.
Her feet carried her unwittingly forward.
And nestled in Papa's arms, the baby whispered like into his ear.
"Papa, forget that... Praise me."
"Huh...?"
"I... I smashed all the bad guys. So they can't bully anymore. So... praise me, Papa."
Yunhwa rubbed slyly between Papa's firm thighs.
Under her skirt, the warm, cozy diaper rustled with shy crinkles.
In that instant, her cheeks flushed pink, lips curling up innocently like a pampered baby's pout.
Her eyes grew misty, waiting wordlessly for praise like a gentle pup.
Kim Seungbin froze for a moment, but obliged the patient's wish, gently stroking Yunhwa's head.
She overlaid her hand on his softly, gripping tight as if never to let go.
To keep him from fleeing, from escaping—like begging for deeper love.
And with breath-tickling intimacy, she whispered softly into his ear.
"Papa... Next time, even if I mess the diaper... I'll shave off all the 'down there hair' so it tapes even better. Baby Yunhwa... has to be smooth and sleek to be pretty, right?"
"...?!"