Chapter 37
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Peaceful Way of Fighting
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"Hey, you fucking bitch! You dare try to snap my Doberman's neck?!"
"Don't make me laugh, you cunt! What about you? Reeking of your blatant heat from your pussy while throwing yourself at Master, and you have the nerve to act all high and mighty?!"
Thud, thud.
The air itself swelled up like bulging veins.
This was five minutes before total chaos? No, more like five seconds before.
Their noses practically touching, their blazing glares collided.
Narae’s ruby-red eyes snarled with her fangs bared, on the verge of explosion, while Yunhwa let out a venomous grunt—“Krrk…”—the kind no baby act could fake.
It was like neither would be satisfied unless they tore into each other’s flesh right there.
A chill ran down my spine, and I opened my mouth.
I had to force my way in as the counselor.
"No, Yunhwa. But... do you even see Narae? She's got cognitive dissonance right now— to everyone else, she just looks like a big red husky."
Yunhwa’s golden eyes flashed.
"Of course, she still looks like a bitch to me. But..."
She suddenly pressed hard on her lower belly, poking at the subtly protruding pubic mound, and whispered.
"I can feel it... right here. Kim Seungbin Counselor—some rude bitch in heat trying to worm her way in on Papa."
"No way, you're basing that on just that?!"
"Yes! I'm an S-Rank Hunter. My sense of smell is way more developed than a normal human's. The thick, sticky scent of a bitch in ovulation— you can't hide that!"
...The smell of a bitch in heat ovulating.
What the hell kind of smell was that, making my heart sink for no reason?
I couldn't even imagine it, but Yunhwa pointed straight at Narae in front of her.
"And on top of that, a next-gen S-Rank Hunter candidate using counseling as an excuse to crawl around naked in broad daylight in the middle of the city! Is that normal?!"
"Ugh...!"
"Yoo Narae, aren't you ashamed?! Or have you really given up on living as a human and decided to live as a beast in heat?!"
An unexpectedly normal counterattack.
Narae flinched at that, unable to hide her momentary panic.
Proof? The sticky droplets that had been dripping from her crotch moments ago stopped the instant her axe wound twitched.
But... that was only for a moment.
"What a joke!"
Narae shook her head sharply and roughly shoved her hand up under Yunhwa’s skirt.
"Then what the fuck is this?!"
"Kyaa?! Get your hand out, what the hell are you doing?!"
"This diaper, bitch! A woman who hasn't even been knocked up, wearing a baby diaper from morning and stinking of baby powder. I thought it was suspicious as fuck, and sure enough. The face of Korea's S-Rank Hunters, and you're not embarrassed?!"
Squelch.
What came out hooked on her fingertips wasn’t some thin fabric.
A sopping wet diaper dripping with slimy fluid.
The inside was already clumped with sticky threads stretching out like strings.
For a split second, it flashed through my mind.
No way... ever since that first session with the infantile regression therapy, was she going around wearing diapers instead of panties now?
Narae grabbed the diaper and shook it openly, splattering droplets onto the ground.
The thick scent hit my nose, and even Yunhwa lost her words, her eyes shaking.
The woman who’d been viciously cornering Narae moments ago now stood exposed, her own shame laid bare with a defenseless look on her face.
But if they’d just blushed and quieted down like that... they never would’ve come to me for counseling in the first place.
In the end, they were both severe mental patients, far from what anyone would call normal.
To me, they were equally insane, yet they pointed fingers at each other like the other was the weirder one, growling like beasts.
"Naked walks? Know some shame!"
"You’re the one—still wearing diapers at your age? That even make sense?!"
"Bitch!"
"Infantile regression!"
"Constantly horny slut!"
"Old hag probably heading for menopause!"
...This is bad.
Veins were bulging on the backs of their hands as their fists clenched tighter.
No matter how I looked at it, punches were about to fly any second.
The problem? This wasn’t a dungeon—it was Seoul’s Hangang Park.
A next-gen S-Rank Hunter and a current S-Rank Hunter throwing down in the middle of the city?
What was S-Rank’s other nickname... right, ‘national power.’
Exactly that.
Sure, they had vulgar, fuckable bodies, but in reality, both were human weapons.
If they actually clashed here, it wouldn’t end at counseling failure... the Hangang could split, and the whole downtown could be obliterated.
So I had to stop them somehow, but if a near-normal civilian like me jumped in?
Obvious—I’d be grabbed and pinned in the blink of an eye.
So another way... make them fight with something other than violence. A ‘different method.’
"I... I hate violent women!"
"…?!"
"?!"
My shout made both Yunhwa and Narae freeze at once.
As a doctor, seeing patients as women was taboo of taboos.
But now both patients already saw me as a man and were fighting over me... so I had no choice but to exploit that taboo.
"It’d be better... to settle it some other way. Haha..."
I tried to play it casual, but blatantly dangled the bait.
That instant, Narae and Yunhwa’s gazes flicked to me, then back to each other.
And for a moment, they glared silently, deep in thought.
Not punches, not knives—some other contest.
A way to crush the opponent right here without violence.
A hollow chuckle escaped my mind.
‘If they just set up a chessboard and had a battle of wits, how peaceful would that be...?’
But these patients wouldn’t play chess.
They had their own rules in this world.
This was a world where women dominated sexual desire.
So the answer was simple.
"Then the only way left is..."
"...just one."
And they declared it together.
"I'll make this bitch squirt like a slut in front of Papa!"
"I'll make this old hag cum dirty in front of Master—expose it all!"
"……?"
I was dumbfounded, speechless, but their eyes burned with resolve.
And that resolve was soon proven with their bodies.
Narae slipped off the collar around her neck, while Yunhwa stripped off her tracksuit layer by layer, tossing even her underwear aside.
In that fleeting moment, their bodies were obscenely exposed under the midday sun.
Yunhwa’s full breasts bounced into the air, and sticky droplets trailed down the insides of Narae’s soaked thighs.
Even their breaths came rough like bitches in heat.
And the two, noses nearly touching, plunged their tongues deep into each other without hesitation.
Slurp, smack.
In an instant, their lips overlapped in a deep kiss, tongues tangling wildly.
Yunhwa’s wet tongue invaded Narae’s teeth, and Narae’s ruby eyes flashed as she sucked it back roughly.
That wasn’t all.
The moment their lips clung like they were biting, the clash started below too.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
The sound of hot, wet pussies grinding together.
And at the same time, their hands dove down, plunging into each other’s crotches without a second’s pause.
"You're the one who’ll squirt like a nasty slut in front of Papa!"
"You're the pathetic old hag who’ll cling and cum in front of Master?!"
Every time their fingers rammed and stirred inside, slick fluid spurted out, running down their wrists.
Their tongues lashed madly, sucking each other’s spit, while below, fingers pistoned relentlessly, grinding and tearing at pussy flesh.
Drip, squelch-squelch, slosh.
Sticky fluids and saliva mixed, filling the park with filthy wet sounds despite being in public.
Not trying to knock each other down, but competing to see who’d hit climax first and show the uglier face—bitches in heat locked in a pussy-eating battle.
That savage scene wasn’t a fight so much as the two literally devouring each other’s pussies like they wanted to swallow them whole.
‘W-Well... at least it’s not a bloody fistfight, so maybe count that as a win?’
...No, sure, no physical destruction, so on the surface, lucky.
But long-term? Way more of a headache.
Two women stripping naked for a ‘pussy battle’ and grinding away in the middle of Hangang Park.
To bystanders, crazier than punches.
This was a public space, outdoors, in the wide-open Hangang Park.
Lucky it was a weekday morning with fewer people, still unnoticed... but if caught, indecent exposure wouldn’t even cover it.
‘Fuck... can’t stop it, but leaving them like this will drive me insane...’
At least change the location.
Hotel, motel—anywhere with a roof, and they wouldn’t get arrested for grinding.
I sat on the ground and shoved my head between their hands, where they gripped each other’s soaked lower halves, pinching clits to force the first orgasm.
“Um... Yunhwa, Narae... this is all fine, but can we please do it somewhere else? We’ll end up all together writing statements at the station...”
That instant.
Sniff-sniff, sniff-sniff.
They paused mid-tongue bite, turning their heads.
I was right in the middle, caught in their gazes inescapably.
And naturally, their eyes drifted downward.
...My pants front, bulging obscenely.
“Guh...?! T-This smell... male...!”
“Hng... perfectly fermented... thick semen scent... grrr?!”
Narae and Yunhwa, reason lost like beasts in heat, slammed their faces into my crotch almost simultaneously.
Their tongues soaked the fabric, noses twitching along the bulging outline.
“Mine...!”
“No, mine...!”
Fighting to claim it first, they poured out pig-like lewd moans as they devoured my front.
Their hot breaths seeped through the cloth, scorching like they’d burn right through.
Then finally, both convulsed at once.
"Nnghoooook?!"
"Kkuhiiik...!!"
Sticky tides overflowed between their clenched thighs, soaking the ground.
Plop, plop. Droplets fell, followed by their limp bodies collapsing in sequence.
On the ground, pools of thick fluid mixed with sweat gathered.
“……”
The result? A pathetic draw.