Chapter 39
Chapter 39
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: The Second Heiress Makes Her Entrance
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BAAAAANG! Entrance!
The second successor of the Supreme Lee Clan.
It had been a full week since Princess Lee Miran went missing.
In that time, South Korea outside the dungeon had pulled out every trick in the book to track her down, desperate to keep one of their premier international talents from vanishing.
But it was all pointless effort, of course.
The second princess had disappeared into a dungeon—a place beyond Earth's reach—so they needed dedicated hunters to have any shot there.
"Our Supreme Lee Clan is currently holding a successor competition."
"You mean..."
"Yes. To keep things fair, we have no plans to divert clan resources for the missing Miran."
During the press conference.
The clan expected to be their biggest backer—the Supreme Lee Clan—publicly announced they were bowing out of the search.
"In that case, we'll handle finding the second princess on personal terms."
Slipping into that opening was the true puppet master behind the whole affair.
None other than Wang Sunja herself, the fourth-generation Clan Head of the Wang Clan.
'If I pretend to search the first floor, I'll stumble right onto Hyunjun while I'm at it, since he's with her.'
Clan Head Wang Sunja got to play the good Samaritan by offering aid to a rival clan.
And just like that, she had her excuse to roam the dungeon's first floor freely for the foreseeable future.
The table was fully set.
Vrrrrm.
"...Haha!"
Just one thing left.
Tasting the 'feast,' and right on cue, fortune came knocking on its own two feet.
"Coming straight at me... Never saw that coming."
She'd been sipping tea quietly by the lakeshore where he'd vanished, never imagining the least likely scenario would play out.
"No matter what schemes we cook up, we'll cross paths on the first floor anyway. Why bother taking the long way around?"
"Fair point."
The lake's surface churned violently, and from its depths swam a man clad head to toe in battle suit.
Clan Head Wang Sunja couldn't suppress the twitch at the corner of her mouth.
As Clan Head of a hunter family, she knew she should keep up appearances, but something about that man always made her womb clench uncontrollably, hijacking her self-control.
"Seriously... You've got balls for a guy, and skills that match. I just can't hold back anymore."
"...Is that what the 'granny' who's been kicking since the Joseon era has to say?"
"Hah, granny?! Don't let appearances fool you—my body's still cycling, prime mid-to-late thirties material!"
A woman in her mid-to-late thirties.
By normal standards, that was well past 'fine wine' territory, wasn't it?
Yet Clan Head Wang Sunja kneaded her own tits like she was still in her prime.
"Besides! No matter what shape my body's in, a male hunter's seed can knock up any woman, or so I've heard."
"Jeez... You've really done your homework."
"Naturally. It's all for the clan's prosperity."
No room for chit-chat at this point.
Just one option left.
Drrrrr...
"...!"
Ice Gatling
Ready → Encounter!
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!
Catching her off guard, Yongchan summoned Ice Gatling—one of his go-to ultimates.
Normally a mutual-destruction desperation move, since his body couldn't handle the strain.
But now, with his average stats pushed into the 3s beyond just mana...
'Not... getting tired!'
He fired hundreds of ice rounds per minute, showing only mild fatigue.
No instant collapse.
"Snowball fight, huh? Won't cut it—this much ice can't freeze me!"
"Tch!"
Still, she was the sort no lifetime of Ice Gatling barrages could drop.
Clan Head of a 400-year hunter bloodline.
Wang Sunja tanked the ice rounds raw, without a dodge in sight.
"?!"
She flipped the script with her contract hunter powers, nailing the first condition.
Now she wasn't just tanking—she snatched mid-air bullets and packed them into a massive ice ball.
"Take this!"
Whoosh!
A head-sized chunk hurled by human hand.
But it closed the gap like a supersonic shot put the instant he gripped the gatling—blink, and it was in his face.
Neural Enhancement Module
ON – Bullet Time Engaged
Time nearly froze in bullet time for Kim Yongchan.
"Huff... huff...!"
"You dodged that?"
If he could digest Ice Gatling, the similar Fire Cannon should be manageable too.
But Neural Enhancement was another beast.
Even stacked with Armament's all-stats +1 buff, one second felt like blood surging backward through every vein.
Muscles ripping, bones threatening to burst—pure agony.
Still, it let him sidestep the ice ball with style.
And he wasn't done yet.
"Hoo..."
"Ah!"
Swoosh.
Deja vu from last time.
Yongchan vaulted behind Clan Head Wang Sunja before she could react.
From there, he rammed the tank-cannon muzzle of his max-output skill right into the silver-haired amazon's overflowing cleavage.
And then...
"Ignite."
"W-Wait a sec!"
Fire Cannon
Full-power fire laser → Point-blank blast!
Instead of the creampie she craved, he unloaded a scorching fire beam with everything he had.
BOOM!
"...Hoo!"
Normally, he'd be mobile post-skill by now.
But he'd pushed past limits again, collapsing like mutual destruction the moment it ended.
The vista before him mirrored last time—no, worse. Total annihilation, just empty flats left.
...Against a comparable foe, anyway.
"Hoo!"
"Urk...!"
"...Incredible! How can a man actually scratch my body like this?!"
Where everything had vaporized in Yongchan's view.
Stood a being leagues apart—the fabric around her solar plexus incinerated from muzzle-point contact.
"Magnificent! Utterly magnificent!"
Clan Head Wang Sunja, her vulgarly massive tits fully bared, panted like a bitch in heat, heaving with every breath.
"N-No man's ever roughed me up like this in my whole life!"
"Groooan...!"
"It stings! Every guy I've fucked before was a tiny-dick loser—not even popping cherries felt like much... But this thrill? First time ever in my life, Hyunjun!"
She probed the faint-but-real stinging wound at her solar plexus, then gave in and rubbed her crotch with her free hand.
Her tits clapped and jiggled like they were applauding the joy.
Normally, a scene to get rock hard over.
But picturing those watermelon slabs milking him dry till death?
Chill.
'Still got a ways to go...?'
He'd sortied early to stall, but at this rate, his trump card would stay holstered while his balls ran dry first.
Meanwhile.
"Speaking of, judging by your state... you can't move now, can you?"
"!!"
"Hehe. Makes sense—you're still E-rank, right? No way you 'resist' after unleashing power like that."
...Gulp.
With that, the silver-haired amazon with tits out closed in on Yongchan slow and steady.
"I read men get even harder when survival kicks in. This the moment?"
"...You're not seriously thinking of fucking me right here?"
"But of course~. Any woman with a womb couldn't pass this up."
"......"
"Relax. I've got over a century of bedroom XP. One taste of my skills, and you'll be hooked for life~."
Clan Head Wang Sunja swallowed hard, her hand finally grazing Yongchan's suit.
Armament-activated suit or not, it wasn't invincible.
Riiiip... ZZZT!
The deranged A-rank bitch clamped down full force, peeling it away bit by bit.
"Heh heh heh... Back! Time to see that back!"
First up: that massive back.
Sweat-drenched male muscle—she drooled more from below than her mouth imagining it.
But.
"Aren't you gonna ask?"
"Huh?"
Forgot clean?
Or just not giving a damn?
Clan Head Wang Sunja hadn't even bothered asking about his supposed companion.
Yongchan beat her to it.
"Princess Lee Miran."
"......"
"Strongest in our party by far. Not curious where she's at?"
"Eh... sorta."
"...!"
"C-rank scrub at best. Even ambushed, an ant doesn't beat an anteater, Hyunjun."
Last hope.
...Too pathetic a spark for that.
Nah, she was the guttering ember buried in ash, beyond saving.
Princess Lee Miran.
Born with killer talent, forever runner-up to her even more genius big sis. Doomed also-ran.
Why bother guarding against a girl too weak to repay a frail man's trust?
She mulled that, turning back to Yongchan's back...
"Who's the anteater?"
"?!"
Clan Head Wang Sunja froze.
That instant.
RUMBLE RUMBLE RUMBLE.
The lakeshore gleamed iridescent once more, parting with a pillar of crimson blood as an elegant figure emerged onto the first floor...
"...Who?"
Nothing like that puny Princess Lee Miran...
"Sorry, Hyunjun. Keep you waiting?"
"Looks like... it panned out. Princess."
"Yeah, thanks to you. Appreciate the time buy."
"Princess... No friggin' way—that Princess Lee Miran?!"
Bang! Back in a body short-term that polite folks called glamorous.
Rude folks? Vulgar as hell. Lee Miran burst forth, her shoulder-straining tits bouncing wildly.