Chapter 57
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Japan's S-Rank Hunter
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What the hell kind of ability is this?
I'd come to terms with the fact that I'd suddenly gained some inexplicable 'skill'—the kind hunters possessed that defied verbal description.
The events from moments ago had been too vivid to dismiss as a dream anymore.
But understanding that was one thing. Accepting the window floating right in front of my eyes was another entirely.
I pulled up the opponent's info window.
'...Is this really something you could call a status window?'
No matter how I looked at it, combat power was zero.
No trace of stamina, mana, agility, or anything like that. Instead, it listed stuff like masturbation frequency, vaginal pressure, arousal fluid secretion volume, orgasm sensitivity, and so on.
It was just a full, stripped-bare sex profile of one person's pussy condition.
Yeah. This wasn't a status window. If I had to compare it, it wasn't an action RPG character info screen—it was an H-window dedicated to a h-game heroine.
...No, even that wasn't quite right. It wasn't your standard H-window.
Maybe because her affection was maxed out, this window laid bare Narae’s weaknesses—the ones I honestly didn’t want to know—in excruciating, split-second detail.
It was like the person in front of me wasn’t human at all, but some pervert’s manual with her pussy and nipples disassembled, each body part’s sensitivity stats meticulously noted.
'Dependence toward me at 97%...'
Of course, as a doctor, it was gratifying to see a patient trust me that much.
But still... wasn’t that level of obsession a bit much? I was worried.
97% was basically faith at this point, not mere dependence.
And masturbation frequency of 5.2 times a day? At that rate, she was wearing her pussy raw.
If a guy came five times a day, his dick would sting when he pissed the next day, blood trickling from the tip. Was it because she was a beastkin, or some physical advantage from well-developed vaginal muscles?
...Anyway.
"Narae, by the way, you knew I was in the Busan Port Dungeon and came to help?"
For now, I shoved that dizzyingly perverse sex status window to the back of my mind and asked about the moment right before I blacked out.
I figured the one who saved us from Ma-in Liana’s scheme—dragging out the fight endlessly to trap me and Yunhwa in the dungeon forever—had to be Narae.
But my guess missed the mark spectacularly.
"...No."
"Huh?"
"Sniff... I-I'm sorry, Master...! As your loyal bitch, I should have been the first to step up...!"
Narae bowed her head, voice trembling with tears.
Her tail drooped limply, brushing and quivering against the floor. Her ears hung flat, shaking as she whimpered—like a pet in heat getting scolded.
"I only arrived in Busan precisely three days ago."
"...So that means."
"Yes... The one who saved you and Hunter Cheok Yunhwa back then wasn’t me. It was Japan’s S-Rank Hunter who heard about the special dungeon in Busan and swam over from Fukuoka across that sea yonder."
"...!"
A chill ran down my spine in an instant.
S-Rank.
An S-Rank Hunter who swam across the ocean to get here.
That word alone—capable of shredding even a Ma-in and shattering space—made my heart skip a beat.
"S-S-Rank Hunter?! Wait, more importantly... a person swam across the sea and reached Busan in just a few hours?"
"Yes... I was shocked when I first heard it too. I raced here at full speed the moment I got the news, hoping to show off in front of you, Master. But by the time I arrived in Busan, that hunter had already collapsed the special dungeon..."
All I wanted was to know what happened while I was out cold, but her answer only deepened the mystery.
Wait a second.
The special dungeon collapsed? Didn’t that mean Liana, its master, had been subjugated?
'...Ma-in are humanity’s enemies, sure.'
Damn it.
Maybe because I’d grown oddly attached, I felt an uncomfortable pang.
There was that old saying: sleep with someone once, and you get 'rice cake affection.'
Even if it was bound by dungeon rules, the memory of pounding my cock wildly into her hot, gooey pussy—us devouring each other—clung stickily to my brain.
Or maybe it was because she didn’t turn out to be the bloodthirsty monster I’d tensed up for as a 'Ma-in.' Instead of a gore-soaked battle, we’d had a bizarrely peaceful sex duel, spraying fluids instead of blood.
To me, Liana wasn’t the horrific rumor-mill image of a Ma-in.
She was just... a terminal-stage mental patient who could probably function in society if properly treated.
Of course, releasing her into society as-is would spell disaster.
It might sound ridiculous, but if possible, I wanted to talk with her until the end.
Whether communicating with my dick or convincing her with words.
But suddenly.
The thought that she might really be dead made a sigh slip out unbidden.
And that was when it happened.
...Knock, knock, knock.
"Are you awake?"
A voice sliced through the mood like a knife—clear and piercing straight to the depths of my mind—from beyond the door.
In that instant, a sweet cherry blossom scent teased my nostrils.
Oddly, it felt like it was tinting one corner of the hospital room with pink mist.
'...Who’s that?'
Narae, who’d been nuzzling my crotch, suddenly bared her teeth and let out a low, wary growl: Grrr...
But soon after, she whimpered like a guard dog forced to yield, tail drooping.
Her expression screamed 'instinct says beware, but she’s a benefactor I can’t bite.'
The moment I saw it, I had a rough idea who was on the other side of the door.
As I said I was awake—
Click.
The door slid open smoothly, and the cherry blossom scent that had only teased my nose exploded into my vision like a shower of pink petals.
And piercing through that 'sakura' curtain, she stepped forward.
A black kimono hugged her sleek waist, silver floral patterns rippling like waves with each movement.
Her deeply plunging cleavage heaved perilously with every breath, and her eyes burned blood-red and bewitching.
She approached step by fluid step, her long, heavy demon sword slung casually over her left shoulder, sliding along her cascading black hair.
Even a single swing seemed laced with enough killing intent to cleave not just a neck, but a heart.
Yet despite it all, she exuded an elegant beauty—like a princess briefly exiled from her imperial palace.
"You’re awake. That’s a relief."
Her voice was coolly gentle, sending a shiver tickling down my spine.
"Ah, y-yes..."
Grrr...
As Narae growled lowly beside me, she turned a smile—not quite a smile—her way.
"Narae-san seems revitalized now that her Master is awake. That’s good."
"Th-thank you..."
Yeah, she must feel pretty awkward.
Clinging to me without budging an inch, yet ever the polite bitch—tucking her tail politely before her benefactor.
Well, if my guess was right, this woman was the S-Rank Hunter who’d swum across the fucking sea from Fukuoka to Busan and mulched the Ma-in.
Proof hung leisurely on her shoulder: that demon sword, gleaming like it had feasted on human flesh.
Even I, who knew jack about hunters' 'H,' could tell the aura on that blade wasn’t mere killing intent—it was murder incarnate.
I instinctively knew the grievous slash carved into Liana’s body just before the dungeon vanished came from that sword.
"You’re... the Japanese S-Rank Hunter who saved me from the special dungeon, right?"
"That’s correct."
"Thank you... truly."
"No need. It was only natural."
...She seemed awfully modest.
I’d expected some warm, human exchange from my lifesaver—gratitude, a meal invite, that sort of thing.
But she clipped her words like, “Yeah, just saved one life, no big deal.”
As if rescuing people was routine as sorting trash.
"Uh, by the way, where’s Yunhwa... Haha..."
I dredged up an absent person’s name to ease the awkward air.
But.
"Ah, Master. If you mean Hunter Cheok Yunhwa, she left for the Vatican Palace in Italy."
"...Huh?"
What the fuck.
The worldview just ballooned out absurdly wide all of a sudden?
Japan was right next door, so swimming sounded crazy but plausible.
But why the hell did Yunhwa teleport to Europe’s holy site on the opposite side of the peninsula?
The Vatican, max hub of the Goddess Church where Saint Kim Sohee belonged.
...Still, the reason was easy to guess.
"Don’t tell me... because of me?"
"Yes! She was fine herself, but you collapsed at Busan Port, so it shocked her. She rushed off to fetch recovery potions!"
And moreover.
"Swam... from Busan!"
"......"
For real, fuck.
Not even a plane—swimming.
Were all hunters in this world packing dynamite hearts or what?
My dick still had dried cum flaking off, and these folks were intercontinental swimming.
As my mind blanked and I sighed, I reached for my pocket to text Yunhwa: 'I’m awake, just come back.'
That’s when.
"My name is Kurokawa Ren."
"...?"
It was then.
For the first time, she faced me directly and spoke.
Her blood-red eyes pierced straight through me.
Killing intent bloomed, as if refusing to answer would get my throat slit on the spot.
"I hear you’re a specialist counselor for hunters."
"...? Yeah...?"
"Yes. So—"
She eased the sword from her shoulder and leaned forward, subtly exposing her cleavage.
That heaving weapon, quivering with each breath, felt more threatening than the demon sword that could bisect two people moments ago.
"Counsel me."
"...I’m a Korean-affiliated counselor, though?"