Chapter 45
Chapter 45
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Does Bullying the Weak Feel Good?
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"Does it feel good to pick on an easy target?"
The branch family members of the Supreme Lee Clan had been pushed aside by the direct descendants' overwhelming might in all hunter-related matters, leaving them no choice but to shoulder politics and economics entirely.
Among that branch family, a woman had emerged after a staggering two hundred years to claim the title of Princess.
Lee Hanul was the branch family's next Clan Head candidate, backed fervently by its elders.
"They say the greatest next Clan Heads show exceptional talent from the successor stage onward. Surely I'll be the same?"
The first successor, Lee Gok.
She was the undisputed hero of Korea's hunter world, no question about it.
It was an era of peace after the Korean War had ended, but from the starving barley hill days of utter poverty—when Korea's global recognition hovered near zero—she was the one who put the nation on the international map.
A patriot who traded her own life to forge the worldwide prestige of "K-Hunters."
Even as other successors appeared later, she remained the frontrunner for next Clan Head, and there were reasons for that.
The second successor, Lee Miran.
If Lee Gok was Korea's external hero on the world stage, Lee Miran couldn't help but have lower name recognition abroad than her big sister.
But if you looked only domestically, she could easily outshine even Lee Gok in popularity.
Why? Because as a late entrant in the successor race, unlike her sister who had targeted overseas from the jump, Miran had thoroughly dominated the still-uncertain home front.
Cracking down on illegal immigrants, purging pro-Japanese collaborators from the colonial era, even capturing and imprisoning North Korean spies embedded in the nation's top bureaucracy.
She became the dark hero of the Korean Peninsula—the birthplace of the Supreme Lee Clan—by turning herself into the archenemy of everyone the Korean people despised.
That was Lee Miran, the next Clan Head candidate.
"One's the hero upholding Korea's very foundations... the other's the hero who uprooted every last internal foe from that Korea... Both are way too overwhelming for the likes of me right now."
By overall averages, Princess Lee Hanul was a genius born with hunter talent.
After all, branch or not, she was still a descendant of the Supreme Lee Clan.
But that was precisely the issue.
Even if hailed as a genius among commoners, here she was just a slightly standout mortal at best.
The branch family's talent gap was so vast that its members had long abandoned hunter pursuits altogether—and if things stayed this way, she'd follow the same path.
She yearned to fulfill the clan's thousand-year vow, yet lacked the power. What was she to do?
"Sob sob..."
"Huh?"
"Yongchan..."
"!!"
In that moment—as she scoured for opportunities day after day, just like always—
an utterly unforeseen chance arrived for her.
Come to think of it, the Supreme Lee Clan's successor lineup had scarcely any such figures: a Princess firmly marked as a successor.
Yet at the same time, compared to her two elder sisters ahead, she had no standout achievements to her name.
Still, the question was whether seizing such a spot would even be a win.
"If it's something you're lacking, we'll provide it."
"Elders..."
"Our Supreme Lee Clan boasts renowned figures in the hunter world too, but us branch women tower in politics as well."
The branch descendants who had opted for politics and business over hunting.
Today, many held seats as National Assembly members, ministers, or even starred generals across Korea.
"It's a paltry successor spot compared to those two Princesses, but the key is—it's still in the running for next Clan Head."
"...!"
"So claim it. And then..."
"We'll branch women throw our full weight behind you."
It was the peaceful twenty-first century, post-Cold War.
In an era of all-out war, blood, and guts, the next Clan Head spot would've been decided purely by raw power—but these were different times.
"Even Clan Head Lee Gok couldn't brush us off lightly if the branch unites."
"Y-Yes!"
"Korea will soon be firmly in our grasp!"
Princess Lee Hanul's shortfall in raw power would be shored up by the branch's wealth and influence.
With that scheme in place, the branch's sly old vixens struck at the perfect moment: Princess Lee Seolgi, reeling from the shock of having slipped sleeping pills to Yongchan, her condition in ruins.
"Princess."
"...Huh? Sister Hanul?"
"I challenge you to a replacement blood battle."
She'd issued the life-at-stake challenge to a girl who clearly wasn't right in the head.
Thud!
Crunch!
Snap-crack!
"Ha, haha!"
"We heard the baby Princess was acting weird, but...!"
"Didn't think she'd gone this insane!"
They cheered wildly at their branch Princess outperforming all expectations.
That is, until some nameless commoner appeared.
A guy who looked about the same age as Princess Lee Seolgi, blocking their bright futures—at least until then.
'Who the hell is this guy?'
Princess Lee Hanul had fully intended to snuff out her opponent's last breath in the replacement blood battle.
Yet midway through her stomp toward Seolgi's neck, some mystery commoner blocked it with the top of his foot.
No—before even that, just seeing a mere man had question marks popping over Princess Lee Hanul's head.
'Did she pull back mid-kick, knowing the opponent was a frail guy?'
Yeah, had to be.
Otherwise, this whole mess was impossible.
Her—a genius (branch standards only) of the Supreme Lee Clan—blocked by some random dude?
Ridiculous.
And now this clueless commoner was even provoking the hunter clan's elders.
"...Hehe, I like you."
"Huh?"
His half-cooked handsome face made her womb quiver, and that gutsy attitude to boot.
"I like you so much... I wanna break you."
She ached to tear off that pathetic mask.
Shove his cock deep into her sloppy hole over and over like some fallen male knight in an NTR tale, twist him into a whimpering mess.
Lost in that urge, she blurted,
"Won't you be mine?"
"What?"
"Personally, I think it's a solid offer. Get caught here, and those old hags behind me'll turn you into their toy."
Pretending gracious mercy, Princess Lee Hanul extended a hand to Yongchan.
To lower his guard... then fuck him senseless tonight.
Especially since he seemed tight with the Princess under her feet—Seolgi looked cozy with him.
Raping him right in front of that half-crippled bitch? The thrill alone...
Her thoughts ignited her; the body already feverish from one-sided beatdown grew scalding.
Her thighs were already vulgarly soaked.
Princess Lee Hanul licked her lips, flicking her tongue like she was teasing a blowjob.
That was when.
"Answer my question first."
"Huh?"
Deflecting with another question?
What kind of upbringing lets a man pull that?
Joseon Dynasty? She'd have lopped his head off for less.
But these days, even dick's the only perk on a guy—you had to respect 'em. So she smiled through gritted teeth.
"Question...? What exactly are you curious about?"
"Simple. The girl collapsed here—Seolgi."
"Huh? Princess Lee Seolgi?"
"Yeah. Looked like the fight was done when I saw it. So why'd you go and try killing her?"
...Calling a hunter clan's Princess "you"?
This punk really nailed the era for his smart mouth.
Still, play nice.
Repay it tonight—with a thorough gang-rape payback for all that lip.
Around then.
"...Hold up—you were watching?"
"......"
"From the start, where'd you even pop from? That face? No hiding that anywhere nearby."
A belated suspicion hit her.
This guy to begin with.
How'd he waltz into the dead center of their replacement blood battle arena?
Looked like he'd dropped from the sky with a thud—what trick was that? Princess Lee Hanul demanded answers.
His reply?
"I flew."
"...Huh?"
"From over there."
"Over there?"
Kim Yongchan pointed to a building far off from the arena grounds.
Claiming he'd rocketed straight here from that puny block-sized speck.
"Pff—pfft—puhaha ha!"
Princess Lee Hanul cracked up like it was the funniest joke ever.
"You're full of shit! Flew from there? Hell, even watching from that range? Means eyesight over 10 at minimum—lie better!"
About the span of a subway stop away.
Watching her and Princess Lee Seolgi's brutal clash live from there?
Then jumping in 'cause it looked dicey? Territory she hadn't touched—even as a D-rank hunter in her thirties.
A commoner? A man? No way.
'Lying to look badass? Men and their empty rattling—typical.'
Not worth another word.
Still, noblesse oblige to answer questions.
"Yeah. I was gonna kill Princess Lee Seolgi."
"...! Why?!"
"'Cause it's a replacement blood battle."
A cutthroat duel for next Clan Head.
Mercy in that? Zero upside.
Even if any, with branch elders in her corner now, who needed the runt Princess's chump change?
Just offed her 'cause she was in the way.
Princess Lee Hanul's answer.
And simultaneously.
Crunch.
"Guhk?!"
"Kyaha ha! What a cocky little shit! A mere man sassing me back?!"
Just short of lethal.
Exploiting his lapse, she slammed a kick into Yongchan's solar plexus—enough to shatter his entire ribcage.
That strike left Kim Yongchan staggering, pain-wracked for an instant.
But.
...Grip.
"Huh?"
This hurt, sure—but he'd only taken hits 'cause he didn't wanna fight.
Flash of Seolgi suffering the same snapped him alert; no easy drop now. Yongchan clamped onto the Princess's ankle jammed in his gut.
"H-How's a worthless man still standing after my hit...?"
Crack-crunch!
"Kya, kyaaaaaagh?!"
He drove an elbow into her leg below the grip—instant cripple—then seized her throat with every ounce of strength.