Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Chapter 43
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Chapter Title: Move Your Foot
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How long had it been since I'd last visited Seolgi's house?
Back in elementary school.
The only time I'd gone was once, reluctantly dragged there by the innocent plea of a little girl begging me to come play at her place.
It was a truly magnificent palace built in authentic hanok style.
Vast enough to evoke images of Gyeongbokgung Palace, probably because they wanted to flaunt their status as Korea's premier traditional hunter clan.
Every single person working within the clan estate was decked out in Joseon-era traditional garb.
'No wonder I was so shocked the first time...'
And back then, my status had been "the princess's very first boyfriend (well, friend)."
They already doted on the boy endlessly, but they showered me with even more affection, treating me like some storybook prince. Those memories came rushing back.
But right now, I was just some random guy who'd shown up out of the blue, no invitation or anything.
"No invitation? Then you can't come in."
"An invitation...?"
Of course they wouldn't just swing open the gates. And so here I was, blocked at the entrance bright and early in the morning.
"Hey, I'm Kim Yongchan, Seolgi's friend—the one inside?"
"Seolgi? You mean Princess Lee Seolgi?"
"Yeah! I'm that Seolgi's friend..."
"Insolent fool!"
Guards in Joseon military uniforms patrolled the walls in perfect formation.
I figured since I'd visited once over ten years ago, and I was dressed sharp in a custom white suit tailored to noble standards(?), they'd let me through with a flashy twirl.
But no—reality offered only the glint of spear tips aimed at the rude trespasser.
"You dare call yourself the princess's friend with no fear of heaven above?!"
"Handsome face had me thinking of letting you off easy, but you've crossed the line!"
This is bullshit. I'm dying here.
"Even if you say that... that girl straight-up yelled at me to be her living dildo."
"L-living dildo?!"
"How does a word that filthy slip so casually from a man's mouth?!"
"Then you must be some playboy scum sent by another hunter clan to seduce the princess and knock her up with your worthless seed!"
I even rented cheap bling earrings to look the part, but this misunderstanding? Unreal.
How do conversations always derail into this crap?
Feels like every woman in this world runs on nothing but dirty fantasies.
"I'm frisking your pockets now. No condoms or protection? You're under arrest."
"Why the hell would I carry that to a friend's house?!"
"Hah! You look like prime playboy material... Listen up, kid! A stud like you needs to carry that stuff!"
I'm losing my mind.
Stick around like this, and I'm jailbound for sure.
But beating these guards and bolting? That'd stir up its own mess.
"Captain! This guy's crotch has been twitching all suspicious-like since he got here!"
"Just as I thought—a total sleaze come to dump his junk seed in the princess!"
"...It's just big. That's all."
What now?
Rumble rumble rumble.
"Huh?"
"Eh?"
The moment I started pondering.
Boom!
"...An explosion?"
A colossal shockwave erupted—not from outside, but from deep within the Supreme Lee Clan's hanok estate.
"Urk?!"
"Has the Heir Replacement Blood War begun?!"
"Heir Replacement Blood War...?"
The hell is that?
Anything with "blood" in the name can't be good.
I asked out of sheer unease.
"Hmph! Why tell the likes of you, you sleazy scum?"
The entrance guard captain—who'd been scum-shaming me nonstop—glared daggers, her eyes burning with clan loyalty.
'Hmm. Guess I've gotta pull out 'that' move.'
Regular talking wasn't gonna cut it.
My oversized endowment, freakishly huge despite zero need across lives.
In this man-scarce reverse world, my killer persuasion tactic.
A self-proclaimed seduction skill worthy of a hunter.
I call it...
Python Tip Rub
Rubbing womb-mouth cover with anaconda-sized cockhead
A technique so embarrassing I hated using it—but desperate times.
Just like that.
"C'mon, at least tell me that much? Yeah?"
"S-stop... It's not even ovulation day..."
"C-Captain!"
This move's effectiveness? Proven repeatedly on occasionally bratty Seolgi.
Sure enough, rubbing my swelling bulge from my pants against the stiff-backed guard captain's crotch delivered instant results.
"The Heir Replacement Blood War... is a brutal showdown where collateral-line princesses battle direct-line princesses for the heir position within the Supreme Lee Clan's territory..."
"C-Captain?! Why spill clan secrets to scum like him?!"
"O-okay... Word is, one collateral-line princess is challenging direct-line Princess Lee Seolgi for the heir spot today."
"Seolgi... is in the Heir Replacement Blood War?"
Hearing that, I stopped grinding. The captain's legs buckled, and she slumped to the ground.
"C-Captain!"
"Haaah..."
"You bastard! Time to truss you up with these hunter-grade binding ropes—turtle-shell style!"
Turtle-shell bondage on a guy? Not my kink, thanks.
Besides, now that I knew what the Blood War was, wasting time here was criminal.
Just like that.
"Wh-what?!"
My identity?
Every other princess already knew. Who cares at this point.
I activated my full-body suit right there at the surrounded entrance.
And then.
Slipping into bullet-time where the world froze, I blasted into the Supreme Lee Clan estate at blinding speed—total unauthorized intrusion.
A marathon runner starting late from the line can never enjoy the race.
Superior competitors already miles ahead.
Every desperate stride to catch up brings waves of "encouraging" pressure from cheering crowds.
No turning back—just endless hell chasing phantoms you can't even see.
That was my life: a pointless marathon.
"Don't you have any friends?"
"No..."
"...Me neither. Wanna be friends?"
"F-for real?!"
But in that forward-only grind, I found someone who let me glance sideways for the first time.
Kim Yongchan.
A boy who was strong yet kind, considerate, never pushy—and dreamed of being a hunter like me.
If soulmates exist, it was us.
Kindergarten friendships usually fade come school, but Yongchan never did.
True to his good looks, girls flocked to him constantly—not just burdensome types like me.
Still, he stuck by me faithfully.
'Is he after our family wealth?'
Guys do that—"fish tank management" or "gold-digging snakes"—feigning interest for money or status.
Learning that? I breathed easy.
Our house had wealth to spare for one guy.
If that's what it took to keep Yongchan, I'd hand over everything.
But.
"Here, take it back."
"Wha—?!"
Yongchan, who I figured loved luxury.
Elementary school birthday: hauled a solid-gold robot toy to his orphanage. Got "no thanks" and advice instead.
"Not enough? I can get something bigger..."
"Nah, Seolgi. Stuff like this is too extravagant and burdensome for friends."
"Extravagant... burdensome?"
"Yeah. I'll take the thought, though. C'mon in—let's eat cake!"
Yongchan had just been a pure friend.
And I'd dirtied that with my "gold-digger" suspicions.
Worse, now dungeons could kill me—and I'd drugged and tried to rape him right before scouting.
"Disgusting... disgusting!"
I loathed myself.
Nausea surged; I nearly slashed my wrists. Maybe that's when it started.
Hunters manifest powers from imagination.
Mine? Dried up the instant it did.
'Tried forcing a pure soul into joyless responsibility. Fitting end for a witch like me.'
Mid marble-floored arena.
Bloody and sprawled, Seolgi squinted through crimson haze at her raging big cousin.
Mother with eyes squeezed shut.
And finally...
"It's over."
Same blood, yet.
My late-start marathon entry? Her excuse to crush her cousin's throat.
Staring at that monstrous face.
"...I'm tired."
Perfect end for someone repaying grace with grudge.
With that thought, Seolgi simply.
Crunch!
Tried closing her eyes quietly.
"Hey."
"?!"
"Huh...?"
One man.
Barging fearlessly into hunter clan affairs—nobles even in industrialized eras.
A commoner, no less.
"Move your foot, you fucking bitch."
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