Chapter 38
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Let's Forget About Such Trivial Matters
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Two mental patients who passed out simultaneously after engaging in a pervy battle so intense even a polar bear would turn away, right in the middle of Han River Park in broad daylight.
At least there hadn't been any direct punches thrown, so that was something. But the real problem was their current state.
The two S-rank hunters lay entangled, stark naked with their fingers buried deep inside each other's pussies like they were drilling through.
Their bodies glistened with sweat and pussy juices, and now they were just rolling around, gasping for breath.
'Fuck... if anyone sees them like this...'
Just thinking about it sent chills down my spine.
Public indecency? Sexual assault? And if things went really wrong, even child abuse charges.
Because this was, after all, a park in the middle of the day.
Joggers, kids out for walks with their parents—anyone could pop up at any moment.
To adults' eyes, it was obscene behavior, legally public indecency.
To kids, it was just shocking sexual exposure, potentially classified as child abuse in the worst case.
'What do I do... how the hell do I get these two to the Hunter Association without anyone noticing...'
After agonizing over it, I finally pulled out my last resort.
Schlick, schlick.
"...That do it?"
I hadn't thought it'd work at first. But as an ordinary human, this was the only way I could hide two naked women in a public park during the day.
Right then, a lady walking by with her kid passed right next to us.
"Whoa, Mom! Look at those dogs!"
"Oh my, you're right. They're wearing the same collar? They must be super close."
"H-Haha... y-yeah..."
My heart dropped into my stomach, then I finally let out a sigh of relief.
Around the necks of the two collapsed women hung the "cognitive dissonance collars" I'd slyly fastened on them.
Originally prepared for Narae's exhibitionist disorder treatment.
But now, I'd repurposed them to make the women look like a pair of horny female huskies to anyone who saw.
Of course, that item had one fatal drawback.
Cognitive dissonance only worked on beastkin.
In other words, it perfectly disguised someone born a beastkin like Narae as a "dog," but for a regular human like Yunhwa, she might just look like a "crazy naked bitch with a dog collar."
'...So, what exactly does the cognitive dissonance collar use as its criterion for recognizing someone as a "beastkin"?'
I pondered for a moment.
No matter how sophisticated Hunter Association gear was, it had to have some kind of recognition trigger, like a computer.
And honestly, the thing that had made me feel Narae was a beastkin most intensely—something I couldn't say to her face—was her wild female scent.
That sticky, ever-present aroma of a bitch in heat.
Especially the thick, heated musk rising from between her thighs—it pierced my nose no matter how professional I tried to act as her counselor, driving me crazy.
Just the smell alone made my pants twitch addictively.
'No way... is that scent the key the collar uses to identify beastkin?'
If so, the solution was simple.
Take the pussy juices still dripping from Narae's thighs, soaking the ground, and slather them all over Yunhwa's body— that animalistic scent marking her.
I tried it, and it was a resounding success.
Over the bodies of the two women who'd passed out mid-fingering frenzy, I scooped up Narae's juices with my palm and smeared them on, over and over.
On Yunhwa's thighs, her lower belly, even around her exposed labia where her skirt should have been.
Sure enough, Yunhwa soon started looking like just another large sleeping dog to passersby.
"Phew... good."
Thanks to that, I managed to transport them to the hospital-slash-counseling center without a hitch.
And just in case the scent faded, I periodically scooped fresh juices leaking from Narae's pussy with my fingers and rubbed them between Yunhwa's thighs until Branch Chief Yoo Geumhui arrived.
Every time, that hot, sticky mucus coating my fingertips seeped into my nose like pure bitch musk.
My crotch stiffening rock-hard was inevitable.
'Ah, fuck... my dick's so hard it's driving me insane...'
"Th-that's what happened?!"
"Yes... we nearly had a huge disaster because of it."
Hunter Association's top floor, branch chief's office.
Reporting accidents during treatment to the guardian was also part of a counselor's duties.
So I had to recount how her granddaughter—and current S-rank hunter Yunhwa—had gone at each other's pussies like crazy in the middle of a public park during the day, engaging in a "women-only pervy battle" until they both passed out.
"So... they were biting and sucking each other and just collapsed like that."
Even saying it out loud made my face burn, and the listener was no different.
Yoo Geumhui, the branch chief who was practically the symbol of the Korean Hunter Association and Narae's guardian, flushed red like a kid who'd overheard something she shouldn't, stammering for a moment.
But soon her eyes sharpened with seriousness.
"So..."
"Yes?"
"Who won?"
"...Pardon?"
I doubted my ears for a second.
This was a report about her granddaughter and a thirty-something woman stripping naked for a pervy battle in broad daylight at Han River Park.
Any normal reaction would be reprimand, anger, or at least a sigh.
But right now, the branch chief was staring at me intently, like the outcome between those two women was some major national issue.
"I mean... they fought that intensely, right? So in the end... who came first?"
"...It was by a hair, but Cheok Yunhwa let out a moan and collapsed first, I think."
"Yes! That's my Narae!"
I couldn't exactly tell the guardian her granddaughter lost, even if it was true.
Better to say Narae won—it was the bare minimum courtesy.
At that, tears welled up in the branch chief's eyes.
"Sniff... that tiny little girl has grown up enough to confidently battle another woman's pussy... Grandma's so proud...!"
I swallowed a sigh inside.
A lament bubbled up my throat, leaving me unsure whether to laugh or cry.
Her granddaughter had gone full bitch-in-heat in a public park during the day, fighting pussies like animals—and she was tearing up like it'd won some dance competition.
And that glint in her eyes... it held a strange heat.
Not pure pride, not pure love... just the cheap joy of this reversed world: "She's grown as a female."
Where was the, the celebration in any of this?
To a man, it was just crazy bitches fighting; to women, apparently proof of "another step forward as a woman."
I was just an ordinary guy—this flipped world had realms I couldn't understand, and didn't want to.
No, better to stay ignorant forever for my mental health.
"Forget about that 'trivial stuff,' Counselor Kim Seungbin. Things like that... they're just what happens when women in love fight over the same man."
...This is trivial? Common?
A curse nearly slipped out, but the branch chief nodded like it was obvious and smoothly changed the subject.
Was "women passing out from pussy battles" really an everyday sight in this country?
No matter how I thought about it, it was a mad world.
And just as I was internally tilting my head, wondering if this was really right...
"More importantly, Counselor Kim Seungbin! There's something far more urgent!"
Sudden shift.
She brushed off her granddaughter and a thirty-something woman passing out from pussy play in the middle of Han River like it was nothing, now looking at me with urgent intensity.
I was caught off guard but leaned in, wondering if it was some major issue after all.
"A support signal just came from the 73-story upper dungeon that popped up in Jongno-gu, Seoul!"
"S-support signal?"
A 73-story upper dungeon in the heart of Jongno.
It was that massive tower from about four months ago, all over the news.
The whole country panicked when it appeared smack in downtown Seoul, and the Hunter Association vowed to conquer it with full force.
With active S-rank Cheok Yunhwa and former-gen S-rank Branch Chief Yoo Geumhui in Korea, everyone figured 73 floors would fall in a month.
But four months later, still unconquered.
It'd been so quiet I'd forgotten all about it.
"Uh... Branch Chief. Why are you telling me this?"
I was genuinely curious.
I was a counselor, not a combatant. Listening to troubles, relieving stress—that was my job.
Step into a dungeon, and even a goblin whelp would shred me without a peep.
So why request frontline combat support from me?
The reason was surprisingly simple.
"Well... the support signal this time is directed straight at you, Counselor Kim Seungbin."
"...Me? Who from?"
"You know... that perverted saintess who used to call you 'Trainer~'?"
"......Ah!"
A chill ran down my spine in an instant.
Looking for me inside the dungeon was none other than the masochistic sexual deviant saintess from the Goddess Church.
The twisted patient who couldn't keep her sanity without discipline.
The woman who called me "Trainer♥" and only felt secure after whippings and verbal abuse.
Kim Sohee.
The one and only Maso-Saintess.