Chapter 102
Chapter 102
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 102
Chapter Title: Hey! What the Hell is That Sow with a Dick Bullshit?!
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Constellations come in all sorts of forms.
They could look like living creatures, such as dogs, or everyday objects like flashlights or ballpoint pens.
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The common thread is that even after turning into female humanoid forms, they retain those defining traits.
Just like how Pomi becomes a dog beastkin, Hecate—the constellation who was once a three-color ballpoint pen—has transformed into a woman with three distinct colors.
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Squish—
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I jabbed my thick finger into Hecate's right breast.
Even through her clothes, I could feel the pillowy softness.
My finger sank right in without any resistance.
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"Hngh…!"
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Hecate's body trembled.
I wasn't trying to turn her on or anything.
I just wanted to see if the color would change.
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But nothing happened to her.
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"Hey, granny. I'm pressing it—why isn't it changing?"
"You have to press it exactly right…"
"Hah…?"
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Hecate guided my finger to the precise spot.
Pressing down hard like that, I felt a distinct click.
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'A system that changes color by depressing the nipple…!'
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I was admiring the sheer vulgarity of it when Hecate's colors shifted in an instant.
Her hair, eyebrows, eyes, and even her clothes.
Now she was a stunning redhead with crimson eyes.
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"Traveler, changing colors in this state is a bit embarrassing, so let's stop here…"
"Hah? Don't you need to try blue too? Isn't that the most powerful color you have?"
"I'll tell you about that one later…"
"Don't be shy—own it with pride! What's so embarrassing about a constellation using her abilities?!"
"Eek?!"
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I hiked up Hecate's dress.
No bra on her tits, and sure enough, no panties down below either.
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The surprising part was the color of her pubic hair.
It wasn't just her head hair that changed—every hair on her body seemed to dye itself.
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'No wonder she's embarrassed.'
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Pussy hair that switches between black, red, and blue depending on the mode…
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Laughter suppression Lv999…!
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"D-Did you just laugh?"
"Hey. Why would I laugh at such an awesome power?"
"……."
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I'm seriously about to burst.
I need to wrap this up quick and head outside to laugh my ass off.
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"Nngh. It stings…!"
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Squelch—
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I slid my finger inside.
Just that made Hecate twitch and grab onto my forearm.
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"Traveler… w-why is your finger so thick…?"
"Hey. How do I press this one?"
"A little deeper… r-right there…!"
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Click—
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Something gave way under pressure.
And with that, Hecate turned blue-haired and blue-eyed.
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"Haaa…."
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Black and red just need you to nail the nipple spot, but blue will take some getting used to.
Absolutely not because I want to finger-torture Hecate.
It's an essential skill for switching colors quickly in battle.
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Click—click—
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Jabbing the nipple, fingering her pussy to find the switch.
I was repeating the process to get the hang of it when Hecate started acting weird.
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"Traveler… are you trying to fill me up… with new ink…?"
"Hah? Didn't I already give you new ink?"
"Not that… white tadpole ink…♡"
"……."
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That's when it hit me.
That Hecate was a constellation from Greek-Roman mythology.
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"Got the hang of it now, right?"
"T-Traveler…? You're not gonna get me all riled up and then ghost me, are you?"
"Hey hey! It was just color-switching practice from the start! It's your fault for being born with switches in your nipple and pussy!!"
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Sex with a Greek-Roman constellation? Pass.
One thrust and she might milk me dry until I'm a husk…
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Pomi and Kurubiri are tame, but this granny's the only one lunging for sex—super suspicious.
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"Come on, just once! Stick the tip in!"
"Hey hey! Heroes and constellations aren't fuckbuddies!! If you're that desperate, jerk off—I won't look!!"
"Tch…."
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I slammed the door shut behind me as I bolted out.
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From inside the room, the clicking sounds went on for a good while.
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*
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Raiding high-grade dungeons requires meticulous analysis.
Testimonials from predecessors and advice from constellations are crucial, but the foundation is magical engineering.
Measuring and analyzing gate values to predict the optimal raid timing.
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Those predictions are like weather forecasts—heroes get called in on emergency sometimes.
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⚙ EMERGENCY ALERT ⚙ [Old Woman's Ruins Dungeon gate value hits all-time low.] [Vehicles departing now.] [Raid team members: Prepare immediately and assemble on-site before vehicles arrive.] Current time: 4 AM.
I'd known something like this could happen, so I'd been crashing at Seol Harin's place instead of the dorms.
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"Master…? Where you goin'?"
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Pomi woke up as I grabbed my gear to head out.
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"Emergency call-up. I'll summon you after I enter the dungeon—go back to sleep."
"No way. I'm wide awake now. I wanna go with Master."
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She looked half-asleep, but Pomi followed me anyway.
Truly a loyal constellation.
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The dungeon gate wasn't far.
The five team members, Abigail included, looked a bit surprised to see me.
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"You're not late…?"
"Hah? Punctuality is basic hero etiquette, isn't it?"
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Why does everyone assume I'll be late by default?
You filthy prejudiced bastards.
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This raid team, led by Abigail, totaled five members.
Dungeons have personnel limits, so no extra backup expected.
Not that we needed it anyway.
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But the team members' setups were kinda off.
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"Hey. Team leader sow."
"Call me a sow one more time and I'll kill you."
"Why don't you have a backpack?"
"……?"
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What's essential for dungeon raids?
Survival gear, obviously.
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Heroes pack near-military-grade backpacks.
Style points don't matter when you're scraping by between life and death.
The curriculum hammers that in endlessly.
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Yet only me and one other had backpacks.
Veterans like Abigail? Not a single one.
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No way they dumped it all on the newbie…?
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"Not everyone needs a backpack. I'll handle inventory control. You just shut up and follow."
"Hey hey! What the hell is that sow-with-a-dick bullshit?! What if it's a survival dungeon?! At minimum, everyone needs a sleeping bag! With cooking tools, survival kits, and tents barely covering it—going in empty-handed is pure insanity!! Huh?!"
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Abigail and the team snickered.
They giggled like I was some cute kid.
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"You bragged about being raid-ready, but how scared are you to pack that fat? You could survive a year lost."
"Hahaha."
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Please don't shatter my illusions, you extras…
Let me keep some respect for heroes who risk their lives!
I'm genuine about !
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"Kim Taeyang. You're still a student, so you wouldn't get it, but at our level, you develop a sense for it."
"Hah?"
"From prior intel, dungeon grade, and current gate values, you get a rough estimate. 'Old Woman's Ruins' is high-grade, sure, but with low gate values, accident risk approaches zero. Treat it like a field trip."
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She wasn't wrong.
They wouldn't call us out at this hour for nothing.
Lower gate values mean way less chance of dungeon quakes or other disasters.
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Still, this setup was weird.
No idea how long the raid would take, yet no backpacks?
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These guys don't plan to actually clear it.
Just scare me inside and bail, probably.
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That's a problem.
I need to clear this dungeon, and for that, I need these extras' headcount.
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Guess no choice then.
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'I'll have to cause the accident myself…!'
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I didn't wanna go this far…
But if you trample my pure heart like this, I'll turn thug too…
You struck first!
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"Time. Follow me."
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As we headed into the controlled zone after Abigail, a scooter sputtered up behind us.
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"Kim Taeyang!"
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A woman in a pink helmet.
Michaela Lewis.
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She hopped off frantically and came running.
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"I warned you, and you still insist on going to die?!"
"Hah? Who said anything about dying?!"
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Didn't expect her to follow me here.
Haven't even made progress with Mika yet—why's she so obsessed?
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"Michaela? What's this about?"
"Sister. You're misreading the revelation. The man it mentioned isn't Kim Taeyang!"
"……."
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Abigail seemed annoyed discussing revelations in public.
She just clamped her mouth shut and ignored Michaela.
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No room for persuasion.
Mika latched onto me again.
Lowering her voice, she gripped my hand tight.
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"If you must go… answer one thing before you do…"
"What're you on about?"
"That time… in the Pink Room…"
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Mika whispered in my ear.
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"Why didn't you… have sex with me…?"
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What the fuck.
Not fucking her and being a gentleman is the issue now?
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"Hey!! It's weirder to fuck like dogs just 'cause someone says so!! You begging me to rail you now?! Huh?!"
"D-Don't shout it!! People will misunderstand!! I came here purely for your safety!!"
"Like I'd buy that from a gal who turned gal just to seduce me?!"
"G-Gal is just my style! Go die in there for all I care!"
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Mika yelled and finally stormed off.
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She turned back one last time.
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"Oh! And check your texts!"
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Texts?
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I pulled out my smartphone. Long message from Mika.
All about Abigail's skills and traits.
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Looks like a "don't die" gift.
Appreciated, but useless anyway.
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"Kim Taeyang. Done with your lovey-dovey crap? Follow."
"Yeah yeah, coming… Hey, team leader sow. You with the Celestial Church too?"
"…And if I am?"
"Heard Celestial Church sows are all virgins—is that true?"
"!"
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The team members' ears perked up instantly.
Abigail's face flushed beet red.
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"Some dying words—too lowbrow, aren't they…?"
"Kukuku. Just kidding. You wouldn't kill me over a virginity question…? Ngh! Dungeon dive time!!"
"W-Wait!"
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While they hesitated, I hopped through the gate.
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Per Mika's intel, Abigail plans to kill me.
Others don't know, so she'll try isolating me from the team.
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That's why I went in first.
Got a friend to summon ahead of time.
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"Skulraya van Bludos. I answer my contractor's call."
"Rotten sow. Time for theater."
"Theater?"
"Hide, then pop out on my signal and play monster."
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Skulra's insanely strong.
Blocked Seol Harin's finisher with one finger.
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And now she's my summon.
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"Rough up my teammates a bit, then pretend I wreck you. Got it?"
"I owe you, but faking defeat? Hard for a dragon of honor."
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Honor my ass…
After flirting with me in hell…
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"Die, and I'll fuck you once after."
"Three times."
"Two. No more."
"Hmph… deal."
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Skulra grinned satisfied and hid in the bushes.
A faint rotten stench lingered where she vanished.
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Fucking Skulra post-mortem sounds dizzying, but…
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Ghost Kim Taeyang can handle that.
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Not my problem!