Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Chicken Coop... Waa Waa!
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Chicken coop... Waa waa!
In front of the entrance to the special dungeon.
The hunters lined up on either side of the bizarre stone slab door, carved as if from solid rock, swallowed hard as they watched the scene unfold.
Some were choking back sobs, while others let tears stream freely down their faces.
It was understandable.
This wasn't just some ordinary battle.
It was a social sacrifice in the truest sense—the proud hunter casting aside her self-respect, more precious than life itself, and even the dignity of a hero.
And the star of this show was none other than Korea's greatest asset.
S-Rank Hunter Cheok Yunhwa.
Right now, she had a pacifier in her mouth, a baby bib with a teddy bear print draped over her ample bosom.
And between her legs, no panties—just an adult diaper.
The thick, white bulk swelled up to her inner thighs, making a sticky slap-slap sound with every slight movement.
A woman over thirty—no, the strongest hunter in Korea—was about to enter a special dungeon in full baby cosplay, diaper and all, right in front of cameras broadcasting worldwide.
Some blushed and averted their eyes, while others, moved by her sacrifice, pounded their chests and wailed.
"Y-Yunhwa... For humanity's sake... but this humiliation..."
"I can't watch. I just... can't..."
"Don't look away! That's an insult! She's throwing her body on the line for all of us right now!"
"This is... Korea's S-Rank hunter...!"
"I can say it with certainty—no one in East Asia could pull off a 'hero' like that. Not us. No way!"
Yunhwa's appearance was grotesque, yet somehow sublime.
The white diaper puffed out her voluptuous hips, rustling with a crinkle-crinkle at every step.
Even with the pacifier in her mouth, her eyes gleamed sharper than anyone's.
Each confident stride straightened the spines of all who watched.
Still, no one could deny it.
No matter how heroic the sacrifice, this was too blatant, too vulgar.
And yet, paradoxically, that very shame made Yunhwa's resolve seem all the more ironclad.
'If I can throw away even this much, what can you stake?'
The other hunters were probably interpreting it that way, filled with awe.
...But not in my eyes.
Sure, I knew it took real guts to stand there in that getup in front of everyone.
And yeah, that outfit was required to enter the special dungeon.
I respected her for that much.
But.
To my eyes—eyes that knew full well about Yunhwa's infantile regression fetish, how she got off on diapers and baby bottles...
"Hngh... Ahh...!"
The hunters around us whispered, mistaking it for pre-battle tension.
"Must be the pressure weighing on her."
"Yeah, excitement for the fight ahead. No way she's... getting off like some pervert, right?"
...Delusions were free real estate.
But to me, that's exactly what it looked like.
Yunhwa was just a pervert reveling in legally flaunting her kink to the world.
Hundreds of eyes from every direction, staring at her in a diaper with a pacifier in her mouth.
The thrill was so intense, she looked ready to squeal like a pig in heat and climax any second.
No, she was already well on her way.
Drip... drip...
Liquid like love juices leaked from the thick diaper, trickling down her thighs.
Everyone chalked it up to sweat for now, but if this kept up, her hero image would shatter, branding her forever as "that crazy perverted auntie with mental issues."
So we couldn't delay any longer.
I had to get Yunhwa inside the dungeon, fast.
I stepped forward from the crowd of hunters, positioning myself naturally beside her and snapping her back to reality.
"Yunhwa. Time to head in. Remember, this is just recon. Check about half the floors and come straight back, got it?"
"Uh... Y-Yeah. D-Dada... I mean, Counselor."
The surrounding hunters' gazes snapped to me in unison.
"Who's that guy?"
"...Oh! That's him—the new male counselor who just joined the Hunter Association!"
"A man as a counselor? Korea's got talent like that?"
Murmurs rippled through, but no one complained.
My role was chief psychiatrist for hunter mental health management.
Not combat personnel, but support staff caring for patients—my presence here was par for the course.
Today's objective: recon only.
Special dungeons were short, but the final boss room was overwhelmingly tough, classifying them as "upper dungeon-tier."
In other words, floors 1 through 9—excluding the 10th—were basically low-level dungeon fare.
That's why Yunhwa was soloing today in her diaper getup.
To scout up to the 9th floor with her S-Rank power and check the internal situation.
I guided her right up to the dungeon entrance before her overflowing juices made the diaper unsightly and bloated, a silent signal to snap out of it.
True to its "say waa waa" entry condition, the door rumbled and slowly creaked open.
"Alright, I'll be off then, Counselor."
"Yeah, be safe out there, Yunhwa."
Yunhwa glanced back, her face flushed with embarrassment.
I waved her off.
And then.
The moment her body started getting sucked into the dungeon...
[...No.]
"...Huh?"
"Wha...?"
A voice boomed in my head like thunder.
The dungeon, which had just opened up like "waa waa in baby gear and you're good," suddenly flipped the script.
[Waa waa... You did it, but you're too trashy.]
"Wh-Who're you calling trashy?!"
Yunhwa bristled.
[...You, you dog-cunt bitch.]
"Wh-What did you just say?!"
I froze on the spot.
...Wait, what?
Dungeons straight-up cursing like this?
I'd heard special dungeons left entry conditions or warnings, but calling someone a "dog-cunt bitch" to their face? Not in any textbook I'd read.
Yunhwa's eyes went bloodshot, her whole body trembling from head to toe.
The woman who rubbed diapers for sexual relief was now rejected for being "too trashy" even in baby mode—her pride must've taken a brutal hit.
"I'm over thirty wearing a diaper—so what? I did the waa waa, I've got the pacifier—how dare you—!"
[That's why you're trashy.]
"Gaaahhh!!"
This wasn't a conversation—it was a diaper showdown between the dungeon and its masochistic pervert priestess.
I clutched the back of my neck watching it all.
'...Is this really a dungeon? Or just a kink filter test?'
Finally, the dungeon delivered its verdict.
[Then bring a guardian or something.]
"...Huh?"
"W-Wait, hold on—!"
Suddenly, the door flew wide open.
I thought only Yunhwa would get sucked in, but my body got dragged along for the ride.
I've said it before, but... my tastes are completely vanilla.
The wildest porn I'd watch was just straight missionary with a creampie.
Even if it got a bit rough, it was still vanilla on vanilla—nothing more.
No collars and crawling on all fours, no getting wet only when the whip splits skin. Zero fetish shit.
...At least, that's how it used to be.
So why the hell, dick of mine.
A thirty-something auntie, diaper barely covering her, perky-nippled tits jiggling as she looms over my face.
My own patient, Yunhwa, no less—and you're standing at full attention like a total traitor...!
"Counselor Seungbin, you okay?"
"Ah... Yeah..."
I must've blacked out briefly when we got sucked in—my head was foggy.
But the sight that greeted my eyes was even more shocking.
Yunhwa sat straddling my lap like I was her pillow, her heavy breasts spilling downward, pacifier in her mouth.
A wet stain already spread over the diaper, her stiff nipples casting shadows on my face from between them.
...Fuck, this wasn't a doctor's checkup—it was straight porn.
I could feel my cock twitching to life in my pants.
I scrambled up, averting my eyes, but the situation was a mountain beyond a mountain.
"What... is this place?"
Word was the first floor of this special dungeon was supposed to be a forest-like space.
Instead, it was... a riot of colorful circus tents everywhere.
The floor was littered with toddler toys.
Giant rattles spun from the ceiling, hobby horses rocked noisily in corners, massive building blocks, enormous slides.
Like someone took a "kid's room" and scaled it up to dungeon size—a grotesquely thorough nursery aesthetic.
And this dungeon wasn't just weird in vibe.
The air was humid, cloyingly sweet turning fishy.
A hard-to-describe scent invaded my nose—like formula mixed with pussy juices.
"...You're kidding. This is a dungeon?"
I stood and looked around, but Yunhwa beside me reacted differently.
She tried to rise, but the squishy diaper clung to her, throwing off her balance—she staggered and plopped back down.
"Ahh... A dungeon like this... Nnghoook?!"
Her eyes were already sparkling with hearts.
Not battle-ready, but the face of a pervert in heat because her kinks were perfectly satisfied.