Chapter 115
Chapter 115
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 115
Chapter Title: Isn't This Too Outrageous?! Disqualified as a Sow!!! You're Demoted from Sow to Living Onahole!!!!
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"Today's got an afterparty, right? You're going?"
"Afterparty for volunteer work?"
"The guild's covering the costs. Can't run dungeons anyway, so free beer sounds good."
The volunteer work was over.
The heroes of Justice were buzzing about the afterparty.
"Kim Jun-hwan's coming to the afterparty too?"
"For real?"
"Abigail Hero's coming!!"
Most of the heroes who'd shown up for volunteer duty were low-tier B-ranks or below.
To them, Abigail's squad was something to envy.
"But is Kim Taeyang going? I kinda hate that guy."
"Why? Scared?"
"Scared... nah. He's just got that scary look, but he's only 20, a total punk. I just wanna avoid him 'cause he's gross... And honestly, we're stuck doing this volunteer crap all because of that asshole. If he hadn't tanked the stock, none of this would've happened."
The problem was Kim Taeyang.
Even if he'd possessed the King of Dogs and carried the volunteer event hard, even if he'd shared free ice cream, he was still unlikeable.
"Don't worry about it. He hopped in a limo and split right after volunteering."
"Oh. Good."
Thankfully, Kim Taeyang was a busy man.
The heroes headed to the afterparty spot.
Passing streets lined with bars, they entered a quieter area with fewer people.
The venue was underground in a building without even a sign.
"What? This the place?"
"A bar down here?"
The clueless heroes looked around, but the pushing crowd swept them along.
Screeech—
Finally, inside the building.
Beyond the heavy iron door.
"That statue...?"
"Kim Taeyang?"
There stood a statue of Kim Taeyang riding a sow.
"What the hell? This an afterparty...?"
A confused guy confronted the woman who'd invited him.
She smiled innocently and replied.
"Yeah, afterparty. One prepared by the Church of Taeyang."
"Church of Taeyang...?"
"Listen to the whole lecture, and you get a free beer. So listen hard...!"
"???"
It was a classic cult tactic.
Realizing something was off, the guy shot to his feet.
But escape wasn't an option.
Thanks to the tough woman guarding the door.
"Hah? Where you think you're going, punk?! Lecture's starting—sit your ass down!"
Kuma Rodriguez.
She'd lost some muscle since before, but rumors of her strength persisted.
Recently, she'd supposedly folded a pro wrestler in half after he hit on her.
"Ugh... You bastards, what kinda scheme is this?!"
The guy clenched his fists.
He hadn't joined Justice for this kinda treatment.
Kuma tilted her head and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, dude. You got the wrong idea? Telling you to sit is for your own good."
"...?"
"Miss a shot at a dungeon, and you're the one who loses out."
"Dungeon...?"
That was when it started.
The speech from the woman wearing a nameplate reading [Archbishop Sow].
"Hello! I'm Abigail, Archbishop Sow of the Church of Taeyang!"
"Abigail Hero...!"
The heroes fell into chaos.
They knew she'd been praising Kim Taeyang nonstop in interviews.
But the Church of Taeyang?
No one could've imagined Justice's star hero tangled in some cult.
"I'm here to save you all. Heroes. How long do you plan to keep doing volunteer work for company image?"
Mention of volunteering quieted the murmurs a bit.
Everyone here hated the forced service more than anyone.
"Unless you wanna become a 'genius at patient suffering' or 'master of unfair treatment,' pay attention from now on."
She gestured, and a PPT appeared on the screen.
(Photo of Dungeon Assignment Rights Transfer Contract)
-Priority Dungeon Assignment upon joining the Church of Taeyang!
Around then, the sows passed out membership applications.
Applications in the heroes' hands, "Dungeon Assignment" glowing in their eyes.
Heroes shot up their hands with questions.
"What even is the Church of Taeyang?"
"As you see, a religion following the Leader's path."
"W-Wait... Do we have to become Kim Taeyang's sex slaves?"
"Huh? Sex slaves? The Leader isn't like that. 'Sow' is a beautiful term meaning to sacrifice like a pig."
"?"
Even from an S-rank like Abigail, it was hard to buy.
Then, one guy in the audience jumped up.
"I'll join! You really assigning dungeons?"
"Good. Assignments are first-come, first-served. Text coming right now."
The archbishop spoke truth.
Submit the form, and the dungeon text arrived instantly.
"This is for real...?"
Chaos rippled through the seats.
"Dungeon assignments that easy?"
"Heard there's over 300 on waitlist."
"Usually takes a month if you're lucky...?"
Abigail spread her arms wide and shouted.
"A miracle made possible by the Leader's sacrifice! Heroes wanting dungeons, submit your applications!!"
Hesitant heroes started standing one by one.
"You really doing it?"
"Dungeon assignment for a religion? Whatever."
"Still a cult!"
"Not exactly illegal, right?"
The bold got their reward.
Ding-!
Ding-!
Notification chimes rang everywhere.
Like a siren's seductive call.
Now heroes competed to submit forms.
"Take mine first!"
"I was first...!"
"Does submitting twice get two dungeons?!"
"Now, now~ Line up in order~ The Leader values manners and etiquette~ Bad personality might get you rejected?"
The Church of Taeyang became an instant hit.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ "Hm? Kuma sis? Where's Taeyang?"
In Kim Taeyang's guild office.
No owner in sight, just Kuma holding down the fort.
Kuma stood at Cloé's entrance.
"Ahh— that guy's in a dungeon."
"Dungeon? Suddenly? With who? When?"
"Went in this morning with Lena. I'm covering her shift."
Cloé clenched her fists.
"Lena again? Taeyang really discriminates too much against us sows!"
"Hah? Discriminate? You're next after Lena, aren't you?"
"I dunno! It's discrimination anyway!!"
Kim Taeyang had planned to raid dungeons one-on-one with each heroine.
For their growth and hidden rewards.
'No matter how I think, I feel left out every time!'
It wasn't really discrimination.
Taeyang had been busy lately, naturally cutting time with the heroines.
Heroines like Kuma or Seol Harin, who entertained themselves fine, had no complaints.
Seol Harin and Lena grumbled occasionally, but never threw tantrums over "discrimination."
Cloé was the only one voicing real discontent.
It was withdrawal symptoms.
Her body lacked "abuse hormones," turning her impulsive and aggressive...!
"Aaaaaah!!! Kim Taeyang, you bastard!!!! Leaving your sows to live well? Unfit as a master!!!!"
"H-Hey! Cloé! Calm down!!"
Cloé's fingers twisted wildly.
She messed her hair, flailed around.
"Lemme gooooo!!!! Sow rebellion!!!!!!"
Looking ready to break something, Kuma hugged and restrained her.
"Hoo. Calmed down, so let go now."
"You okay? You look hurt."
"No. Just... a bit."
Cloé knew.
She needed abuse.
Meanwhile, a thought crossed her mind.
'Why'd I end up like this?'
She'd always had masochistic tendencies, but never acted on them.
Then Kim Taeyang changed everything.
'Can't blame Taeyang... During PT, I realized I'm the pervert...'
Couldn't pin it on him...
Thus began Cloé's agonies.
She sat in Rodin's [The Thinker] pose, pondering masochistic pleasure.
"Kuma sis."
"Hm?"
"How's it feel when you get abused or hit or hurt?"
"Obviously hate it."
"......"
Her masochism was definitely not normal.
So what was it?
What made her this way?
'Let's test it.'
Cloé decided to probe her abuse instinct.
She kicked her bare toes into the doorframe on purpose.
"Gyaaaaaaaah!!!!!"
"H-Hey!!! You okay?!!"
"Feels like I'm dying...!!!!!"
Pain enough for tears.
No pleasure.
'Self-harm gives nothing...'
It was "being subjected by another."
That was Cloé's masochism.
She analyzed further.
She stuck her ass out at Kuma. It looked like her ass was talking.
"Kuma sis. Slap my ass once."
"Hah...? What's that outta nowhere?"
"Just once. Normal strength!"
"Hey! No way! How could I hit a cute junior's ass?!"
Kuma was softer than expected.
"Hitting helps! Please!!"
"Can't!!"
"Hit me! Slap my ass!!"
"Said no!!"
Cloé chased Kuma ass-out.
Kuma dodged every which way.
Then Cloé's ass popped out in front of Seol Harin tidying the break room.
'What the hell is this creepy vibe?'
Seol Harin clenched her fist.
Crack─────────!!!!!!
A full-power punch smashed the firm ass.
"Kuhuck...?!"
Shock transmitted through flesh to the ischium.
So intense she felt her bone structure in detail.
Like an X-ray of her lower body...!
"You crazy bitch!! Thought my ass shattered!!!"
"Who told you to shove that dirty ass around? The ass tempting a hit is at fault."
"You lunatic...!"
Seol Harin haughtily sipped her coffee and left.
"Ahk...!"
Painfully so, but no pleasure.
Her masochism had another condition beyond "being subjected."
'Kim Taeyang! Only you will do...!'
Stroke—
Cloé touched her navel piercing.
Put there by Taeyang himself.
Remembering his thick fingers made her shiver.
It was the person.
Taeyang's words and actions carried power.
'The power of a true sadist...!?'
Sadist Kim Taeyang.
Masochist Cloé.
Like yin-yang harmony...
Like perfectly attracting N and S poles...
They became one whole together...!
That realization led to a question.
'Why do I try so hard to impress Taeyang?'
Cloé had devoted herself to him.
Did everything he asked, even unasked things.
To get more favor, more abuse.
But genuine abuse from the heart beat fake...?
'If I become a villain, Taeyang would happily abuse me???'
Do bad to get abused.
Never crossed her mind.
Her heart raced...!
'But real betrayal might get me cut off...'
Fear too.
Betray Taeyang and lose the relationship?
Her reason for living gone.
'What's the issue? Fake betray, but ultimately help Taeyang?'
If no betrayal, betray the betrayal.
Cloé's mind spun wildly.
"Uhuhu."
"Hah? Cloé?"
"Hehehe! Hahaha...!"
"You okay?"
"Hahahahaha!!! Aahahahahahaha!!!! Kim Taeyang, you bastard!!!! Keep discriminating!!! Discriminate away!!!! Betray and done~!!!!!! Ahahahahaha!!!!!!"
"......"
Kuma genuinely worried for her junior.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ He'd once pierced Cloé's navel.
It was a 'smart piercing.'
One that let him check the wearer's status anytime.
Cloé was a maso-perv teetering on the edge.
If maso pleasure consumed her into a monster, who knew the trouble? So he monitored her.
"Hah?"
Raiding with Lena.
A creepy chill like goosebumps.
Unfamiliar, but instinct knew.
'It finally blew up...'
Cloé's maso instinct had exploded.
"What's up, Taeyang?"
"Ahh— nothing. Just thought of the onahole I left at home."
The piercing conveyed her mental state.
Vaguely...
'...Betray and done~!!!!!!'
"Hah?!!"
This girl.
Planning to betray me...?
"Hey hey!!! Isn't this too outrageous?! Disqualified as a sow!!!! You're demoted from sow to living onahole!!!!!"
"I-I'm an onahole now...? Thanks!"
"Not talking about you!!!"
"?"
Real betrayal? Cloé, me?
Mini sow... we'll talk outside.
Too outrageous to let slide...!!!