Chapter 250: I Was Mistaken for a Rapist (3)[R-18]
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 250: I Was Mistaken for a Rapist (3)[R-18]
“Heuk-hehe... ♥”
A foolish groan escaped Poporing’s lips as she lay sprawled naked on Ian’s bed.
As if to prove she had been masturbating fervently until just moments ago, her body, drenched in sweat and fluids, radiated her characteristic woody scent.
“It felt... so... good... Ian-oppa’s scent is stuck in my head... Heuk-hihihit! ♥”
Poporing laughed gloomily while looking at a crumpled bread bag, a pile of wet tissues, a crystal ball, and Ian-oppa’s panties.
Even by her own standards, the new masturbation method she developed today was nothing short of revolutionary.
‘...I really want to post this on the Gallery. Haah... wouldn't they call me, like, the Master of Masturbation? Heuk-hit!’
Master Poporing’s masturbation method was entirely different from the ordinary!
First, you take a pair of Ian-oppa’s panties, freshly harvested from the laundry basket, put them in a bread bag, tie the opening tight, and shake.
Once the panties have aged sufficiently to neutralize the bag's stale odor, you pull the bread bag over your head.
Crackle—! Crackle—!
‘...Hu-ooh?! ♥’
Then, the narrow, dark bread bag fills with Ian-oppa’s scent. With every breath, she could feel a sensation similar to her brain short-circuiting, just like when she was pinned down by him.
‘...But that’s not all!’
Finally, to keep the scent of the panties contained, she would poke a tiny ‘peep hole’ in the bread bag. The template was completed by touching her pussy or nipples while watching her ‘Secret Fapping Material.’
—[Shocking! Secretly at home with a childhood friend in a bunny girl outfit.AVI]
—[Huge-breasted older sister forced in a church.AVI]
—[The heroine trained in the 1st playthrough pounces on me.AVI]
...
..
.
—[Latest, 1st person. SSS-rank younger sister pussy-type Onahole.AVI]
For the record, Poporing’s ‘Secret Fapping Material’ consisted of videos Ian had saved separately for his own use.
Of course, since Ian still possessed a sense of shame, he had buried them in a hole in a corner of the garden...
But Poporing had discovered them long ago and had been secretly enjoying them ever since.
“...But now that I’m done, what do I do?”
Poporing sat up on the bed and tilted her head.
If Ian-oppa were here, she’d ask him to play with her...
But unfortunately, the Academy had started its new term, leaving Poporing all alone at home.
“Heuk-mmm... I’m bored.”
She had barely secured this freedom by enduring a murderous labor intensity of 6 hours a day, 4 days a week.
However, now that she actually had freedom in her hands, all she felt was an endless emptiness.
“Am I... maybe built for labor?”
Poporing had a sinking feeling that might actually be the case.
Back when she ran the magic tool shop, working all day was only natural.
From now on, would she live an honest life, working diligently forever, steadily saving her salary, and finding the joy of life in short holidays?
“SILENCE!!!”
Poporing, who had been imagining a wholesome future, snapped her eyes open and shouted at herself.
By nature, ‘labor’ is synonymous with death!
This was different from the days when she had to work by force just to avoid starving!
Now that she had tasted the comfort of freeloading and coasting through life, she could never go back to a body that didn't have Ian-oppa!
“...S-still, freeloading entirely is a bit much, so... when Helen-unni and Ian-oppa get married someday... I’ll beg Oppa to reduce Helen-unni’s working hours to 3 days... no, 2 days a week... Heuk-hem....”
Well, Poporing didn't know if Ian-oppa would marry Helen-unni first, or Evelyn-unni, or Yuris-unni.
And honestly, it would be a lie to say Poporing herself had no greed at all, but...
Shiver—!
“Heuk-ack! No! Evelyn-unni! Poporing is a good girl! I didn't have those thoughts!”
Recalling her ‘conversation’ with the kind and beautiful Evelyn-unni, Poporing shook her head violently to clear away the impure thoughts.
No matter how she looked at it, she had made the right choice by taking the younger sister position.
She could always stay by Ian-oppa’s side without having to get involved in that bloody competition.
And in truth, Poporing knew.
Even though she was trying to find the cause elsewhere....
The real reason for this tedious boredom was something else.
“Heuk-e... R-really... back then, I thought my head was going to go crazy...”
After Ian-oppa revealed that he was 8WanksADay◆.
The day Poporing first started trolling in the Gallery.
‘...Are you going to troll or not! Answer me!’
‘Ah... I won’t, heuk!!...♥ Ne↑! Ver↑! again, heuk!! So, aaaa-hit!?!♥♥’
Using the S&P series he had borrowed from Helen-unni, he had tormented her nipples for hours, stopping just before she reached a climax. After that torture, she had promised never to troll again.
Itch—! Itch—!
But...
“...Ah! I want to troll!!! ♥”
Poporing wailed, unconsciously scratching her nipples.
Shouldn't a ‘Troll’ and a ‘Manager’ fight fairly with keyboards in the Gallery?
Last time, she only lost because Ian-oppa fought unfairly in reality using her nipples!
‘...S-so... really... just a little? Just enough so Oppa... won't find out?’
Slide—
Unable to hold back any longer, Poporing pulled up the Gallery window.
She wasn't planning to troll!
She just intended to play a very slight ‘prank.’
However...
[LOL look at the state of this gallery holy shit LOL][0]
[If her breasts are below F-cup, I don't see her as a woman, deal with it][3]
[Yes, from now on, forget all set values and I will teach you how to make Mint Chocolate Chicken Skewers.][5]
[IsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawitIsawit...][0]
[Breaking News) Gallery dead for the 15,124,57th time LOL][5]
[Let us all gaze upon the ‘Strategic Nuke’][0]
[This isn't just lurking. It's the scream erupting from within you][1]
[Hey, I heard your gallery was ruined??? LOL][8]
[You have opened your eyes, now come to the Strategic Nuke][9]
[Ah f*ck, don't click the legendary body pic below][3]
“...Heuk-eng?”
Before Poporing could even play her ‘prank,’ the Gallery was already completely trashed.
Wondering what on earth had happened, Poporing’s eyes widened as she scrolled through the Gallery.
“W-w-w-what? I-is this for real??”
[Author: StrategicNukeLover■]
[Is there no manager?? LOL I’m running with the Strategic Nuke LOL][7]
He was back.
Even Poporing, who had dedicated half her life to the Gallery, once thought the ‘Strategic Nuke’ was just a gallery meme—like the ‘Opened Grape Soda Incident’—where people feared something non-existent by pretending it was real.
But it wasn't.
[Author: StrategicNukeLover■]
[Running with the Strategic Nuke LOL.jpg][0]
In the past, while lurking in the early morning, a post had appeared the moment she refreshed.
When she mindlessly clicked that post, Poporing felt it.
She couldn't remember the outline, the substance, or anything...
But there, a horrific ‘White Husk’ existed, one that felt as if her mind were being worn away just by looking at it.
‘C-come to think of it...?’
Looking back, it seemed to be then.
The moment Poporing decided to become an Agent of Chaos and the ‘Villain’ of the Gallery.
‘...Heuk-e...?...W-why... did I... do that?... A-and... why is the post still there?’
Today’s Gallery was strange.
Originally, posts by ‘StrategicNukeLover■’ were deleted the instant they were uploaded.
But for some reason, even though quite a bit of time had passed, it was still there.
“...Heuk-e?... No... but... that’s... also strange?”
Once she started questioning it, there were more than just one or two oddities.
Originally, before 8WanksADay◆... that is, before Ian-oppa became the ‘Gallery Manager.’
The post deletion system only worked after a certain number of downvotes were recorded.
Poporing knew this for certain, as she had been deleted more than anyone else as the ‘Dark Emperor’ of the Gallery through all sorts of spamming and disgusting images.
However, the posts by ‘StrategicNukeLover■’ were deleted almost as soon as they were uploaded, before the users even had a chance to downvote.
As if───
‘S-heuk...? I-I... smell something fishy here.’
Poporing’s eyes sparkled at the thought that she had discovered a secret of the Gallery that even Ian-oppa didn't know.
“Ah, I-I have to save it first...!”
Even for Poporing, she didn't want to see the ‘Strategic Nuke’ again, let alone save it...
But she had no choice if she wanted to collect evidence.
Press—
With both eyes shut, Poporing relied on the sensation in her fingertips to save the entire post written by ‘StrategicNukeLover■.’
Then, squinting slightly, she exited back to the Gallery list.
“Phew... well... now that I’ve saved it...”
Crack! Crack!
Watching the Gallery, where the screams of victims still echoed, Poporing cracked her knuckles.
“...I’m sorry, Ian-oppa! I said I wouldn't troll again...!”
Ian-oppa’s words were that the only good troll is a dead troll.
However, the ‘Dark Emperor’ was a different story.
Slide—!
From deep under the bed, Poporing pulled out the VPN magic tools that Ian had confiscated and infused them with mana.
Vroooom—!
The dust-covered VPN magic tools began to hum lowly, as if resonating with their master’s touch...
Click—!
“Heuk...! ...Heuk-he-heuk!! ...I’m the crazy bitch of this gallery!!”
Following Poporing’s command, dozens of VPNs activated simultaneously, beginning to blanket the Gallery at an incredible speed.