Chapter 60

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 60

Chapter Title: Common Sense Alteration

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"Boost my appeal," she says.

The moment I heard that, a chill ran down my spine.

It was the simplest treatment method imaginable—and at the same time, something I absolutely could not do.

Because if Lady Ren was truly aiming for "marriage," that dangerous, overwhelming allure she possessed right now needed to be toned down, not amplified.

The current Lady Ren was a "uterus-equipped killing machine"—a cold urban woman vibe, slinging a sword over one shoulder while chugging wine.

When a woman like that approached with a smile, the men in this world instinctively shriveled up and ran for the hills.

'To begin with, all the men in this world are total herbivores. This is like throwing a carnivorous dinosaur into the same cage as the animals at the zoo...'

But I couldn't exactly tell a twenty-nine-year-old S-Rank Hunter to practice cute high school girl expressions now.

How the hell was I supposed to turn a woman who casually shoved her finger up a guy's ass and wrecked his prostate because he didn't get hard in front of her into a "lovable woman"?

Your charm... to the men here, it's just a landmine.

I was racking my brain over this when—

Ding!

Suddenly, a lightning-bolt idea—sexy as hell—flashed through my mind.

'Hold on. If she won't leave me alone... instead of pushing her away, what if I make her want to back off on her own?'

She was an S-Rank Hunter, after all.

By normal human standards, she was already at the top of the food chain for breeding.

Plus, she'd solo-cleared that special dungeon that popped up in Busan this time.

A mere hunter counselor like me? She could probably borrow me on a whim for a light ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠snack.

Above all, Lady Ren knew I'd gotten hard just looking at her.

If I dodged or refused to the end here... I couldn't even guess how this "marriage-crazed S-Rank predator" would retaliate the moment I did.

So, there was only one way.

If I couldn't shake her off, I'd make my treatment so absurdly unreasonable that she couldn't keep up—and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠get her to give up on her own.

In other words, corner the breeding-obsessed Lady Ren with a treatment method so ridiculously illogical that she'd crack under the pressure and bolt.

"Well, I'm a specialist hunter counselor, after all. I have some expertise in marriage issues related to hunters, too."

"...! R-Really?"

"Yes. But to receive my counseling treatment, you'll first need approval from the Korean Hunter Association..."

"That’s already—"

Lady Ren's red eyes sparkled as she replied matter-of-factly.

"I just got permission from the branch chief a moment ago. In exchange for introducing her to a hundred hot, handsome, tall, high-spec guys in their early-to-mid-twenties who look like they produce a ton of semen."

……?

Wow, this bitch. A true S-Rank predator.

And our loli branch chief in the midst of it... Come to think of it, she's over eighty—past her eightieth birthday party—and still throwing tantrums about wanting to get married.

The same woman who used to ban all males from my clinic because they were only "son-in-law material for her daughter," and now she's already spreading her thighs for fresh twenty-somethings a quarter her age?

Next time I see her, I'm spanking that baby butt of hers black and blue.

Anyway.

With that, Kurokawa Ren was officially my "patient."

"Did you get approval from the Japanese side too?"

"Yes. I heard rumors about Counselor Kim Seungbin even before coming to Busan, so I reported to the Japanese Hunter Association in advance that I wanted to meet you."

...Thinking back on it now, I had been puzzled at first.

A Japanese S-Rank Hunter ignoring all her own country's counselors to cling to a male counselor from neighboring Korea?

Naturally, I figured the Japanese Association would flip out over pride or whatever.

But.

If her issue was this.

And the association gave an instant "Sure thing♥" with the OK sign... I realized right away.

'...These bastards. Screw pride or whatever—they just dumped this bomb on me.'

As if some foreigner like you could counsel one of our Japanese S-Rank Hunters?!

...No.

It was more like, "Thanks for taking this hopeless uterus bomb off our hands♥."

"So, Counselor. Can I start treatment right now to boost my appeal?"

Lady Ren said it casually in the middle of the restaurant, like she was picking tonight's dinner.

But oh well.

What she was about to get was some hardcore "humiliation play" that might make her womb shrivel up in shame and kill her from embarrassment.

Of course, orchestrating this kind of perverted "treatment" could backfire spectacularly—get me slapped with sexual assault charges and ruin my life.

Still, better to be a thorn in her side than have my head blown off by a single fact-bomb from an S-Rank.

Having jerked off my self-justification like that, I finally unleashed my bullshit disguised as counseling.

"Of course. But to appeal to men ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠as a woman... you'll need the courage to match. Are you prepared?"

"Yes! If it means getting married before next year... I'd even face death without fear!"

"Good. Then climb up on the table right now. Turn your ass toward me, spread your cheeks wide with both hands, and show me your pussy."

"......Pardon?"

Yeah, you want to get married, I get it.

I totally understand that burning desire.

But being ready to die and dying of shame are two completely different things, right?

My first "counseling" proposal to Lady Ren was this: even if we'd rented out the entire restaurant today,

tell a woman in a kimono to shove her ass in my face, rip her pale cheeks apart with both hands, and display her pink slit—right here where waiters are wandering around like it's a hotel buffet.

"What’s a woman's true appeal? Her reproductive organs, obviously. The difference from men. The first thing that comes to mind when thinking man vs. woman: pussy. A woman's charm starts with her pussy."

Total nonsense.

It was just "Strip bare and flash your asshole too" dressed up in fancy packaging.

And now, all that was left was for her to glare at me with contempt, jab me with her heel, storm out of the restaurant, and never show her face again.

...Or so I firmly believed.

I did feel a bit sorry for her, coming all this way seeking help.

Romance wasn't my specialty anyway, and this was meant to be my way of saying "let's call it quits"—even if it meant breaking a bone or two.

But.

"I see... Brilliant!"

"......Yes?"

What the—

Those eyes sparkling like ripe apples.

Something was off.

I'd said it expecting at least a fractured bone or two.

No matter how you sliced it, it was pure sexual harassment bullshit.

Yet Lady Ren was listening with eyes twinkling like she'd grasped some profound goddess-level truth.

Was I seeing things? I blinked a few times.

Swish.

For real.

Lady Ren stood from her chair and silently climbed onto the dining table.

She hooked a finger under her panties beneath the kimono and thwipped them off, flicking them onto the table.

Then, without hesitation, she slowly, seductively turned her ass toward me and hiked up the hem of her kimono.

"......Ha."

Plump ass cheeks bloomed like night flowers, revealing neatly trimmed axe-pattern pubic hair nestled in the cleft.

Lady Ren naturally reached both hands behind her back, gripped her thick cheeks, and spread them wide—fully exposing her moist pink inner lips.

"Like this, Counselor?♥"

"Uh, y-yeah..."

"Oh, can't see well? Sorry, I'll spread wider."

Streeetch.

Her fingers tensed, ripping her ass cheeks even farther apart like tearing flesh. Her slit puffed up, a drop of glistening mucus dripping onto the table.

......Is this for real?

This was a world where women were open, sure—but brazenly spreading her pussy wide in the middle of a hotel restaurant?

Of course, with that night-flower-scented flesh draped before my eyes, my dick was throbbing to burst through my pants—but regardless, this situation was weird.

Too dissonant, somehow.

No matter how I looked at it, it wasn't normal.

Tilting my head in confusion—

Fuck.

What the hell is this now?

Affinity went up, so now persuasiveness kicks in?

No, before that—Common Sense Alteration?

I could sorta understand unlocking the info window on targets before.

But what was this?

Normal hunters had to crawl through dungeons, shitting blood for years to learn a single skill. Me? I just bullshitted with a hard-on at the dinner table and got one.

And... the real problem was elsewhere.

— Skill deactivates immediately if target feels suspicion or wariness during use.

In other words, Lady Ren—currently spreading her ass cheeks wide and flashing her glistening slit right in front of me—had fallen for the skill and genuinely believed "to boost appeal, you gotta flash your pussy."

But if she caught even a whiff that something was off, the skill would drop instantly.

The moment it did, this stopped being "counseling" and became "sexual harassment forcing her to flash in the middle of a restaurant." And if Lady Ren found out...

"You just fucked around in my brain with your dick, huh? Then it's my turn♥."

...She'd slam an S-Rank Hunter me face-down on the table, wreck my prostate until my balls dried up and withered.

'Fuck, I'm really screwed.'