Chapter 63
Chapter 63
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter Title: I Only Hurt When Men Hit Me
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"Monster..."
"It spoke?"
Of course, if a monster took a form similar to a human, it could learn human speech under the guidance of a trainer hunter like Lime.
However, monsters speaking human language in their natural state were exceedingly rare.
At least, that was the case for monsters from fairy tales or myths.
So why was this one doing it?
Tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble, tremble.
"I-I-I-I'm a m-ma-ma-man...!"
Yorgamund, having shed her serpentine form for a human one.
She stood before us in the most vulgar manner imaginable.
Watermelon-sized tits jiggling away, dressed in something that barely concealed her key female parts.
No, at that point, wasn't it basically buck naked?
Every time her body quivered, her plump belly fat and those breasts shook endlessly.
Where the hell was I supposed to look? Even in this dire situation, the unexpected eye candy had my dick rock hard—and it sure as shit wasn't just my imagination.
But why was she trembling like that?
"I-I-I man... i-it's re-re-really been so loooong since I saw one...!"
"...Doesn't her behavior kinda look like a shy noble young lady seeing a man for the first time?"
"Huh... Yeah, now that you mention it, it does."
Roger the captain, standing beside me and watching Yorgamund, offered that opinion.
Early 18th century.
Back in his pirating days.
He'd "consensually" deflowered a ton of noble ladies, he said.
When he'd snuck into their mansions with a dildo wedged between his legs in place of his cock, their reactions had been exactly like Yorgamund's right now.
Shy, yet secretly expectant.
In other words, putting on airs.
"No way—this monster... a layer lord no less... is putting on airs in front of us?"
"More precisely, in front of you, Yongchan."
"Me?"
Come to think of it, yeah—she'd had her sights set on me, right?
Not to kill, but to fuck.
That's why she'd deliberately shrunk her massive body down into this form.
"No matter what, we can't hand Yongchan-kun over!"
At that moment, Lee Gok—who'd overheard our conversation—stepped in front of the still-blushing Yorgamund, declaring it absolutely off-limits.
Her cute trembling lasted only a moment.
"You..."
"?!"
"Get out of the way."
Her expression turned ice-cold in an instant, and her glossy black hair shifted into serpentine form.
Startled, Lee Gok took the lead and charged.
"Stop right there!"
But.
Sssssss.
"Wha—hey?!"
"You're manipulating the blood inside my body, aren't you?"
"...! How did you—? Did you sense it just from feeling?"
"But did you know? Hair doesn't have any blood flowing through it."
The Blood Command was exactly that—a power to control blood itself, laced with red and white blood cells.
But hair was made of entirely different stuff, like keratin fibers, of course.
"Damn it, Lee Gok—dodge!"
Who would've thought Blood Command had such a glaring weakness.
We could chalk up the humanoid slime from before to it lacking red blood altogether, but this was a legit blind spot.
With that, Yorgamund's snake-transformed hair surged toward Lee Gok all at once.
Each strand faster than a bullet.
I watched sonic booms erupting nonstop across the pirate ship's deck with my own eyes—and Lee Gok dodging them.
But against a layer lord immune to her powers, her odds of winning were basically zero.
Boom!
Boom boom!
Kra-boom!
"Gaaah?!"
"My pirate ship!"
Worse, at this rate, Captain Roger's Mary Jackson was destined to become fish food... no, snake chow.
So what the hell do we do?
Frustrated, Roger jumped in to hack at the snakes, but they regenerated like it was nothing.
With Blood Command ineffective, our footing was limited too.
In this do-or-die pinch, was there really a way to take down this layer lord like the quest demanded?
"How the hell do we subjugate that thing?"
Right then.
My personal fucktoy... er, no.
My dedicated supporter Levi chimed in, as if dropping a hint.
"...? Aren't those the same?"
"Hmm... neutralize, huh."
In simple terms, the difference between "driving away" and "killing."
But whether we did one or the other, the quest still felt impossibly tough.
"Ngh...!"
"Gaaah!"
"Lee Gok! Captain Roger!"
These two top-tier hunters were starting to get pushed back.
If even a supposed C-rank like me jumped in here, would it really make much difference?
...But I couldn't just stand around doing nothing.
"I'll join the fray too!!"
"...!"
"Yongchan-kun!"
Yorgamund had tanked my max firepower Fire Cannon and come back as a human unscathed.
Meaning my heavy weapons skills couldn't dent her now.
The most promising option left was my suit's implants.
"Nerve enhancement module..."
"M-ma-man...?!"
"ON."
I closed in at speeds even Clan Head Lee Yul couldn't match,
"Machine Gun Gatling!"
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat—!
My one and only close-range skill.
Pummeling dozens of punches per second straight into her front.
The trick was figuring out where to focus the "assault."
'I've already got the spot in mind.'
Head first? Ruled it out—covered by snake hair, no real damage.
Solar plexus right below? Considered it.
But wedged between those massive tits, most of the impact would get soaked up by the damn udders.
Too iffy, so keep looking—and I found the optimal attack route.
The classic weak spot for every female in the reverse world.
The thick "womb flap" fat right below her plump navel.
She wouldn't go down to my "continuous gut buster," of course—but a little damage would be nice.
That was the plan, anyway.
But.
"Nnghooooook?!"
"...?"
Yorgamund, reacting like I'd hit her way too hard?
...I was just as stunned as she convulsed all over.
'It... worked?'
Shuddering head to toe, it must've been such a shock—tongue lolling out, eyes rolling back up into her head.
Her thighs clenched tight, pussy juice dribbling out like she'd wet herself.
"No way—this actually works?"
...Yeah, if the result's good, who cares—classic Korean style.
Something like that? As I watched Yorgamund's face twist in a mix of agony and ecstasy,
"Well done! Yongchan-kun."
Lee Gok, thinking I'd created an opening by dodging the snake hair, leaped right between us.
"Take this! You're next!"
Just like I'd done.
No—on a whole other level. The A-rank hunter delivered a gut-wrenching womb buster to the exact same spot on Yorgamund's lower belly.
Thwack.
"How's that taste?"
Obviously, Lee Gok's punch was leagues beyond mine in power.
The whole pirate ship shook for a moment from that single blow.
'Is her weak spot the womb?'
Yorgamund let out a vulgar wail from my comparatively weaker hit, turning into a total airhead.
Meaning at this level, the quest should clear easy...
"Grrrrrr..."
"Huh?"
"Eh?"
...or so I thought.
"The effect..."
"Wore off?"
Weird.
She'd been drooling from my punch, clear as day.
Now, where Lee Gok's fist met Yorgamund's womb flap.
Boredom bordering on irritation gleamed in her blood-red eyes, sending chills down my spine.
"You're annoying."
"...!"
"Die."
Oh shit.
The massive dissonance hit Lee Gok like a truck—she leaped back on instinct.
But the snake hair was even faster, snaring her in an instant and hoisting her into the air.
"Guhk?!"
"Lee Gok!"
"Damn it!"
Roger vaulted up, slicing through the serpentine strands one by one.
But for every one he cut, two grew back. Cut two, and four sprouted.
In this endless hair-growth nightmare, Roger panted for breath, at a loss.
"I'll strangle you to death like this."
"Ngh, guh...!"
The hair encircling Lee Gok began slowly constricting her body.
And her breathing—it wasn't normal anymore.
No matter how much I yelled, if she couldn't even respond, someone was gonna die for real. That's when I snapped.
'Damn it, no choice, huh?'
Why only my hits worked? No clue.
But right now, it looked like I had to lean on whatever special sauce I had.
"Hey, you bitch over there!"
"?! Y-y-yes?"
"Spread that pussy, you fucking slut."
For the record, I'm not the type to spit lines like that normally.
But in this moment, I channeled a big-dick alpha male who treated women like trash—judging it the only way to seize control.
So I bellowed at the raging snake bitch to dominate her.
And then, well.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Nnghooooook?!"
Show even a hint of weakness here, and it'd all flip in a heartbeat.
So I slammed another womb buster into Yorgamund while she was dazed—and when she still wouldn't let go of Lee Gok,
"Fucking bitch, release her right now!"
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Hngiiik?!"
Please, let's just talk this out.
With that heartfelt plea for de-escalation, I gave her plump, juicy ass cheeks a few more loving slaps.
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