Chapter 16
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: (Erotic Game Buff) Goblin Subjugation (3)
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The next day.
Thanks to the scorching, storm-like sex that raged deep into the night, I ended up sleeping in late.
"Hey, get up."
"Eek, smack, huuuh...."
Rebecca, the pink-haired heroine with that prickly princess vibe, poked at me to wake me, and I let out a ridiculous noise as I stretched.
Right as I was trying to loosen up my stiff body.
"Ugh...!"
My lower back throbbed like I'd spent the previous day busting my ass on manual labor or a massive construction site, and a scream slipped out on its own.
But as I opened my mouth to yell, my jaw felt stiff too, forcing out another weird "Eek?!" sound.
"What? Why, what's wrong?"
Suddenly halting my stretch to groan like that had Rebecca panicking as she checked me over. She must've thought something major had gone down.
We wouldn't even lose much firepower without me tagging along for goblin hunting, but knowing my backache was the result of her precious Konakan pounding me in a mating press made me feel a twinge of guilt.
Still, well....
It was fucking incredible. Sure, I leaned on the tags' power for it.
Replaying those brain-melting climax moments just made my lower belly quiver all over again.
Can't be getting worked up like this first thing in the morning.
That's when the blonde bombshell—not loli anymore, but stacked sex fighter Lucia—strode over and laid into me.
"You slutty little fox, you went and did it."
Mornings meant no twintails; her straight hair draped down past her shoulders, killing the loli vibe entirely.
Hardcore fans called her more grown-up look "ruined." But honestly, with tits already bigger than Rebecca's, "ruined" didn't quite fit.
Whatever. Point was, she was prying into what I'd been up to last night.
Lucia cornered me with that smug, nauseating detective grin—like Conan or Kim Jeon-il, lording it over a suspect in front of a crowd.
"I've got three pieces of proof you were rolling in the sheets with Konakan yesterday."
"No way, three? Spill 'em."
I was genuinely curious.
Lucia raised a finger, pointing back and forth between my waist and mouth.
"First off, that sore lower back? That's the fallout from a full-weight mating press slamming down. And the jaw ache? Aftermath of cramming Konakan's massive cock in your mouth and keeping your teeth out of the way by gaping wide."
"How the hell do you know all that? You've done it?"
Lucia nodded without a shred of shame.
"Damn right I have. With Konakan, before you showed up."
This cum-drunk whore.
...I bit back the cursefest, knowing it'd just end with her spitting in my face.
"And second."
Lucia swiped the back of her hand across her face, then gave it a quick lick.
"What's this? Huh? Your pussy juice splatter, right? Woke up with it all over my face. Tasted it—not cum."
"Lewd detective's here. You're the only freak who can ID cum versus girl-cum by slurping it up."
"Smell alone tipped me off, really. Dodging with bullshit like that? You're cornered."
She wasn't wrong. I was.
No—my squirt blasted all the way to Lucia's face while she slept way over there? Should've swelled my chest with pride at the power... but right now, anxiety had my heart hammering.
"And last."
Lucia lunged a hand at me. Flashing back to that gut-wrecking punch earlier, I squeezed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth, bracing for a slap.
But her hand went for my mouth.
A quick brush over my lips, and what she plucked from the corner was...
"Gotcha, bitch. Explain this."
A single, ramen-noodle-curl of pubic hair—pinky-thick.
Pubes... why were they in my mouth?
"Th-that's..."
I knew damn well, so staring at that lone strand had my pupils quaking like an earthquake.
"Two hunches, one smoking gun. Explain. This hair? Straight off Konakan's dick. Wrong?"
Fucked. Royally.
That abortion-punch memory surged back—way heavier than any cat scratch. Fists like that flying? This wasn't a catfight; it was UFC.
The commotion woke Konakan. He rubbed his eyes and shuffled over.
"What's the racket?"
Lucia barked a hollow laugh at his chill attitude.
"The racket? Oh, plenty. While we slept, some skank crashed our party and got a mouthful of Konakan's cum."
Framed like that, Konakan sounded like total garbage.
But Lucia nailed the facts cold—no real comeback there.
...Or so I thought.
"Your theory's got a hole in it."
Konakan fired back head-on.
Had yesterday's pounding fried his brain? Dick-brains still lost in the black bush, bottom lane untouched?
Physical evidence screaming Konakan's pubes—what now?
Konakan snatched the hair from Lucia's hand, dangled it before her and Rebecca's eyes.
"Not mine."
"What...?"
"Then whose?!"
Lucia yelled in outrage; Rebecca hit him with wide-eyed shock and doubt.
Konakan flicked a glance my way, flashed a smile—relaxed if you were generous, punchable if not—and continued.
"Came outta Kiriche's mouth, so it's Kiriche's hair."
The fuck? You insane?
Shock nearly had me screaming.
And why? 'Cause...
'I'm bald down there, dumbass!'
Not just me—every modern eroge heroine came factory-smooth. Bald pussy was base spec. Tedious to draw individual hairs, plus smoother sex scenes.
This was an eroge world.
All four of us? Game characters.
Meaning...?
Rebecca and Lucia? Bald too, no strip-search needed!
...Fleeting filthy daydream: front-row seat to two smooth pussies grinding fire out of each other.
But no—lovers hijacked, those two would turn me into a fuckdoll or cum-rug if I was lucky.
Stuff the stray thoughts.
"Ah, uh, um..."
But how to word this?
I shot awkward glances between Konakan and the girls, gauging reactions.
─Guys, real talk: no pussy hair on me. None on you either, right?
No need to spell it out.
And even if I did...
─Then it's Konakan's dick hair for sure?
─Means you sucked his cock. Right?
─Gulped his load, tongue-bathed glans and shaft spotless.
─Eww, nasty...
─Thought lies would fool us, slut?
Hold up—these rivals were bonding harder every day? Felt unfair. C'mon, get cozy with me too.
...Nah, impossible.
Konakan's play: hair's mine, so no filthy dick-sucking. Except I was bald.
Explaining that? Straight-up admits the suck-off. Self-sabotage.
Your move, Konakan.
Drop that ace...!
"Didn't wanna push Kiriche this far."
Konakan slyly turned his back on them for a beat.
"But you won't buy it, so... gotta have her prove it?"
Said it while spreading index and middle fingers into an X.
Sharp.
Hashtag sign, flashed at me.
Munchkin-level me clocked his intent instantly.
'#hairy'!
Hairy.
Not "lush locks"—baldies, chill.
"Hair nude"? Everyone knows that's not scalp pubes.
Means bush-on-display exposure.
I.e., #hairy tags a temp bush—even on default bald pussy!
I nodded with grim resolve, slipped a hand under my skirt.
Sure enough.
Not a jungle, but swaying like reeds at Seoul's Grass Festival—caught in my fingers.
'Tags' potential is endless.'
Held my breath, yanked one out with a pop! Offered it up.
"Gotta see the hair that bad?"
"Caught red-handed lying. Tried to fistful-punch your way out, huh."
Lucia tsked, awkwardly tied one side of her hair.
Edge dulled, she slipped back to cute mode.
Just as it wrapped neatly.
"Hold up."
Rebecca piped up with fresh doubt.
"Even if it's your hair... how'd it end up in your mouth?"
"Huh? Yeah!"
Lucia reignited her glare, venom dialed back up.
Literal "pussy conspiracy" now. Their suspicions? Spot-on. Plus mating press. Admitting sex here? Disaster.
Konakan eyed me.
Folded the hashtag fingers, raised one—like Doctor Strange's endgame snap signal.
The one path to victory.
Knew it, sighed... but like Iron Man hitting execute anyway.
So damn humiliating.
But knew the play.
Had to commit!
"I..."
Raised the fresh, fluffy strand to my face. Iron Man pre-finger-snap resolve.
"...have a habit of licking my fingers after I finish."
Their hands shot toward my right hand clutching the hair.
"Kiriche... right-handed, huh."
Rebecca's quiet remark hit.
Relief washed over me that it worked... alongside crashing shame, face burning crimson.
Kiriche Arshine.
Right-handed masturbator.
Licks her own pussy juice clean after... heroine.
...Became that. For real.