Chapter 81
Chapter 81
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Princess Miran's Shower Temptation
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I'd pissed off this guy!
The fake Kim Yongchan who'd punched his pregnant woman's belly.
I'd reduced that bastard to dust without a trace. And now, I was finally heading back to where I'd started.
'By now, Mina and Princess Miran must be worried sick.'
A monster that looked exactly like me had appeared out of nowhere.
Both of them must have been shocked out of their minds.
"Hmm... But where the hell did they go?"
It was right before I'd moved to fight the fake.
I arrived back in front of the 30-meter-tall glowing flag I'd planted there again.
True to its dungeon-exclusive gear, the flag was visible from a distance and guided me straight to the black portal, ready for escape at any moment.
The only flaw in this otherwise perfect situation? The two people who'd been standing there in a daze had vanished.
"Mina! Princess Miran! Where are you guys?!"
Did they go off to take care of something?
The thought crossed my mind briefly, but if so, at least one of them should've stayed behind to wait.
With that in mind, I started considering worst-case scenarios and was about to search the area...
"Yongchan!"
"Ah, Princess Miran!"
Princess Miran was running toward me from behind, waving her hands wildly.
Looking closer, strapped to her back—smaller-framed than her—was Mina, sleeping soundly.
"No way—why'd you two pop up like that all of a sudden? More importantly, Mina... what happened? She's covered in injuries!"
"Ah, well, we ran into a fake imitating us, too."
"What?!?!"
Princess Miran had flawless, fluffy skin without a single scratch.
Mina, on the other hand, looked like she'd fought a brutal battle right in the dungeon's heart—enough to pass out completely.
The princess had stopped the bleeding, but further exploration was out of the question.
And so, from the one unscathed Princess Miran, I heard what happened after we'd split up.
In other words, what the two of them had done after encountering their own fakes—just like mine.
"You used your Ultimate Technique... right here?!"
"Yes. It let me take out that pint-sized version of me with ease."
Well, if it was the princess in her More Miran state, that tracked.
She'd toyed with the Gae-seong Wang Clan's clan head, after all—no way she'd struggle against a mini version of herself.
But how the hell had she reached her Ultimate Technique so fast?
Wasn't the requirement for C-rank hunter Princess Miran's Ultimate Technique over 100 hours of nonstop stretching exercises?
"But how did you transform into More Miran right away?"
I couldn't help but ask out of sheer curiosity.
But...
"Want to know?"
"Yes."
"Hehe. Got it. ...I'll tell you soon enough."
"...?"
She just flashed a cryptic smile.
Princess Miran said nothing more.
Meanwhile...
"Anyway, I guess this dungeon run ends here, right?"
We'd originally planned to stay a minimum of one day, up to two, to set up base.
But reality? Two out of three injured within an hour of entering.
I only had minor wounds, and Princess Miran was fine, but that wasn't reason enough to force a deep dive.
Especially since our goal was investigation, not conquest—and we'd already achieved that to a solid degree.
As if reading my mind...
"It was upper-floor level in the depths from the start."
Princess Miran nodded as she surveyed the world covered entirely in crystals on all sides.
"And the person who wanted to conquer this floor most? She's already like this."
She—the one who'd hired us for this deep investigation in the first place—spoke coldly but with undeniable facts.
Glancing back at Mina sleeping soundly on her back, she reached her conclusion.
"Then, now..."
"Yeah, let's head back."
And so, we stepped into the black portal, leaving behind the depths that projected identical fakes onto intruders—like a mirror world.
The crystal realm faded behind us.
Time flew by in a flash after returning to the Andong Kwon Clan territory.
First up: Mina, the current clan head, who'd pushed too hard into the depths and come back with serious injuries—all by her lonesome.
She was rushed straight to the territory's hospital by the doctors.
That left just the two of us.
As the clan head's guest, I naturally got the red-carpet treatment—polite handling and full medical care in a hospital room.
And Princess Miran?
I figured a few days ago, she'd stormed into Andong Kwon Clan territory and caused a scene, so she'd get the cold shoulder.
But nope—runaway or not, a princess is a princess.
She got top-tier treatment, no worse than mine.
If anything, she showed even more aristocratic shamelessness than me, the commoner happily taking whatever was offered.
"Hmm, is it the Busan food? A bit salty for my taste."
"Gasp! S-sorry!"
"No, it's a rare free meal. This time, I'll just eat it quietly."
"...! W-we're honored!"
"......"
The slightly chaotic dinner finally wrapped up.
Then came Mina's prognosis: no threat to her life thanks to Princess Miran's spot-on first aid. With some rest, she'd wake up in no time.
"Phew, what a relief."
Only minor injuries after probing what felt like upper-level depths.
Everyone back safe—that finally let me breathe easy.
"So, two days until she wakes?"
"Yes. Bleeding was minimal, thankfully. Good medicine application, and she'll open her eyes healthy the day after tomorrow."
Well, she'd been sleeping soundly on the princess's back even in the dungeon.
Plus, with the heir of the top blood-manipulating vampire hunter clan right there? Bigger issues would've been the real surprise.
"Damn, I keep leaning on Princess Miran without thinking."
Come to think of it, our first meeting—against the Gae-seong Wang Clan's clan head.
Wang Sun-ja seemed unbeatable, so I'd fully relied on the princess.
When we wrecked the Supreme Lee Clan's territory, following her lead and ditching Seolgi kept further pursuit off our backs.
And this time, she'd unintentionally stepped in to help Mina in my place.
'Gotta repay this debt someday.'
Shhhhhh.
My wounds weren't major, thanks to the suit's protection.
By late evening, bandages off.
I finally stepped into the massive guest-room bathroom to wash up.
"Just back from the dungeon—must've reeked of sweat, but everyone powered through without complaint..."
When we'd first returned from the depths, I had some bleeding.
Couldn't shower right away—disinfection and treatment first. Definitely spread that acrid stench around.
...Lick.
Slurp...
What a nuisance I was.
How foul was my smell that they flinched wrapping my bandages?
They endured 'cause I was the 'clan head's guest.' Any normal hospital? I'd be out on my ass.
"Gotta wash up quick and crash."
While Mina recovers, I'll rest too.
Can't run full speed forever—legs snap eventually.
Oh yeah—dropped into Busan outta nowhere, too hectic at first, but I'd forgotten to contact Branch Chief Im Eonnyeon.
Tomorrow morning, first thing: call the Hunter Association.
Thud, thud.
"Huh?"
Rinsing shampoo from my hair under the warm spray...
"Yongchan."
"P-Princess Miran?!"
Sudden tiny footsteps beyond the shower glass.
I whipped my head around at the familiar voice—there stood Princess Miran, fully clothed, staring right at me.
"Came to scrub your back... Mind if I join you?"
"Y-Yes?!"
Was that even possible?
Hell, was it?
Good thing I wasn't fully naked—otherwise, massive misunderstanding.
If it'd been Mina, maybe I'd hesitate. But Princess Miran? No dice—I shook my head, erection-free.
She pouted hard, looking super sulky.
"Tch... You were all cuddly with that elf bitch..."
And somehow she knew.
"Went to visit the grave and came back after tons of dirty stuff."
Puffing her cheeks like a pufferfish—poof!—while bringing up me and Mina's 'mutual masturbation.'
Why push it like that? Gonna cause trouble.
"Not excited even now?"
"Mommy?!"
Suddenly plopping down, fake-crying—but no meant no!
"Of course not! World's crawling with pervy creeps... Stay down!"
"......"
No, seriously—not my thing?
I squeezed my eyes shut and whipped my head away.
"Ultimate..."
"Huh?"
Sudden vibe shift to Ultimate Technique.
Pulling a classic gapbun-oh, Princess Miran soon...
Boom! Her body glowed.
"How about this?"
From 'impossible' to 'hell yeah possible.'
Dead set on getting railed by me, apparently.
Smeared pre-hidden fake cum from her hand onto her massive tits, pressed tight against the glass—lewdly displaying her enhanced, slutted-up body in all its glory.
"Now... it's 'possible,' right?"