Chapter 54
Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: Hey, Hey! What a Hilariously Weak Punch! That Pathetic Fist Is Just Caressing My Body, Huh?!! Heh Heh Heh.
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⚙ ITEM ACQUIRED ⚙ [Pygmalion's Lover] [Description] + Long ago, a self-insert otaku named Pygmalion lived who loved the golem he created more than anything. + Pygmalion offered constant prayers to the gods, begging them to grant life to his self-insert golem. + Moved by this, one god bestowed life upon the golem. + But another god, disgusted by it all, altered the golem's appearance. + Though alive, the golem's form had changed... Pygmalion refused to accept her as his lover. + Desperate to be loved again, the golem learned transformation magic—but without knowing her original form, she was ultimately abandoned... + Become the golem's new master! + The golem can transform into the appearance of others! + Praise her new form, and the golem will be delighted! "Hah? That's a sad story."
"......"
The golem quietly wiped away tears.
What a heartbreaking tale...
But is the rubber trait still intact?
If it's switched to just transformation, that'd be a problem.
Smack!!!
"......!"
I jabbed a fist into the golem's stomach.
Her slender waist stretched elastically, absorbing the impact perfectly.
Her durability seems even better now!
Lucky!
"Hey. Can you really transform?"
"......!"
"Then turn into Seol Ha-jeong...!"
Shhfff—
The rubber golem's body soon shifted into a perfect replica of Seol Ha-jeong.
It was exactly like having the real Seol Ha-jeong right in front of me.
"Whoa! Not bad at all?!"
"......!!"
Thrilled by the praise, the golem clasped her hands and smiled brightly.
Even that gesture was spot-on Seol Ha-jeong!
With this, I could do more than just use milk—I could put the golem to work for all sorts of things.
And since she won't corrupt no matter how much I pound her, I could even get freaky with her tons!
Of course, I could do it doesn't mean I will.
Just saying. Ahem.
I decided to test out Pygmalion's Lover.
She could transform into a guy like me, sure.
But not Pomi's dog form or inanimate objects.
Seems it has to be human shapes.
Seol Harin, Cloé, and Park Woo-yu arrived late and freaked out at the sight of the golem.
"W-Who is this? Your twin?!"
"Hah? Not a twin—it's a golem."
"Whoa... two Taeyangs..."
"Hey! Don't touch without permission!"
Seol Harin and Cloé gawked in awe at the golem in my form.
"How much for this golem?"
"Hey! I'm not selling!!"
"Then lending is fine, right? I'll use it nice and clean!"
"Hey hey! Use for what, you perverted sow?! Huh?!!"
These masochist heroines.
Way too dangerous...!
I snatched the golem back from them and retreated to my room.
Bringing only Park Woo-yu and locking the door.
Switched the golem back to her default form.
Now she looked like an ordinary girl.
"Hey, Big Tits. Milk this sow."
"Pathetic sow Big Tits! Ah, no—Park Woo-yu!!"
Park Woo-yu skillfully milked her.
Come to think of it, she said she uses her stigma to make and sell milk potions.
Even covers her tuition with it, so she's making decent money.
"Big Tits."
"Yes!"
"Making good cash off those milk potions?"
"Yes! I sell milk potions to female heroes!"
"What's the profit split?"
"When a client requests, I milk them and upload the potion's effects to SNS! We auction it off, I take 50% of sales, and send 50% to the client!"
"Hey! Swallowing 50% of the revenue?! Aiming for gold in the Ruthless Merchant Olympics?!"
"Strictly speaking, my stigma empowers the breast milk, so I deserve this much!"
What a distributor!
Fees are brutal...!
"Don't worry! I'll give the ranch owner one free cup a month!"
"Hey hey! That's stingy service?! You're my personal property!!"
"Ah...! Sorry!"
"From now on, report any clients to me first! I'll buy at a fair price!"
"Yes!!"
Milk sales are basically Park Woo-yu's livelihood.
I've got a conscience—I won't mooch her sales for free.
Plus, I get allowance from Dad monthly. Gotta buy any good milk potions.
"Milking complete!"
"Woo-hoo~ Got the thick colostrum from the stoic transforming rubber golem!"
The rubber golem's milk.
Downed it in one go.
Worried it might taste like rubber...
"How's the taste?"
"Umai...!! It's delicious?!!"
"Phew...! And the effects?!"
I stretched my skin right away.
As expected, it extended like rubber human style.
"Hey!! The elasticity is insane?!! My dick's flexibility is through the roof—I could shove it anywhere!!!"
"I-I'm prepared for it!!"
"Metaphor! Metaphor!! Not shoving—button up!!!"
"Gulp...!"
Potion effects were top-tier, as expected!
No—even better than expected?
With a body like this, I might actually feel bad for Kuma?
*
Bam—! Baaam—!!
Ark's sparring gym.
The ripped-abs beauty Kuma was pounding the heavy bag.
Baaaam─────!
Each punch boomed like thunder.
"Senior Kuma, something wrong...?"
"Just practice? Newbies' combat eval's soon."
"She's sweating buckets..."
"See-through... white gym clothes... nice..."
"Ooh yeah......"
Students in the gym couldn't focus, stealing glances at Kuma.
Kuma was definitely stressed.
'Taeyang Ranch is essential for Ark. But the president won't accept it...'
Her fists hit the bag, but her mind was full of Kim Taeyang and Seol Ha-jeong.
'President's been acting weird lately. Why? Does she really enjoy tormenting her little sister?'
The Seol Ha-jeong Kuma knew was the most righteous, warm person ever.
Someone who saw value in a nobody like her and pulled her from the swamp.
But now?
'Not righteous...! That's not like you, President...!!'
BaaaAAAAM!!!!
The bag spewed sand like blood and sagged.
She'd burst it.
"Tch."
Kuma wiped sweat and rehydrated.
'Still, I'm student council. President's the one who saved me... Maybe she has other intentions.'
Truth was, she didn't like Seol Ha-jeong's actions one bit.
But quitting student council on the spot? No way.
'Focus on my duties first. After this wraps up, I'll talk to her again.'
Kuma grabbed her towel and stood.
As she headed out, she felt eyes on her.
'They scared? Heh. Rookies...'
"You punks! Shoulders back, focus on training!"
"Eek...!"
"Sorry for peeking!!"
Kuma barked, her sweat-soaked ass jiggling as she left the gym.
*
Thud!!
"Match over...! Kuma Rodriguez wins by KO...!!"
Combat eval day.
Kuma was mowing down newbies as expected.
One class per day.
About 30 students.
A hefty number, but Kuma didn't care.
'Ends in 10 seconds anyway!'
No newbie lasted over 10 against her...!
The skill gap was massive.
"Hurry up and get in! I'll finish you quick!!"
Students climbed up like lambs to slaughter.
Every match: down in 10 seconds flat.
"Kuma! Kuma! Kuma!!"
"Teach the freshmen a lesson!!"
"Kuma's too pretty!!"
The arena packed with spectators.
Student council fully mobilized, of course.
And Kuma's fan club, who knew?
Like a real fight night!
"Hey...! Don't call me pretty! It's embarrassing...?!"
"Blushing Kuma-senpai is cute too!!"
"Tch... Annoying brats."
Kuma rubbed her nose, secretly pleased.
Then, her eyes locked on silver short hair.
'President's watching...!'
Seol Ha-jeong.
Here to see Kuma's matches.
"Next fighter, please enter."
"My turn at last?! Taeyang! Cheer for this rebel! Trained my fists raw for today!! As Taeyang Ranch's top thug pig, I'll beat Kuma-senpai for sure!!"
First challenge from a Taeyang Ranch animal.
Despite the bold declaration, no one bet on Rebel Nam.
Just your average thug.
Nothing special about his hero skills.
"Hey. Stop stalling and prep."
"Don't cry if you get KO'd!"
KO'd by a nobody like Rebel Nam?
Ridiculous taunt.
"Don't sleep in class, punk!!"
Kuma charged fiercely.
Guard broken, one-two punch landed.
Lethal hit, but Rebel Nam endured and counterattacked.
Whoosh whoosh—
His punches were laughably slow.
Still, Kuma was impressed.
'Tanked that and countered?'
Rebel Nam's grit exceeded expectations.
Kuma pressed harder to end it quick.
Papapapapabat!!
Rebel Nam finally went down.
"Damn...! One sheet of paper's difference!!"
"Hah? No bullshit—get off!"
"Yes..."
He talked tough, but lasted a full minute solo.
But that was just the start.
'Park Woo-yu... Thought she was a nobody, but solid grappling?'
Next: Park Woo-yu.
She blocked punches and dragged it to grappling with real tenacity.
"Park Woo-yu! TKO loss!!"
Two minutes till she fell.
Not just them.
A few students unexpectedly held out against Kuma.
And their common thread?
'All Taeyang Ranch livestock...!!!'
Results of rigorous training?
Ranch sows and boars showed superior grit over other students.
'Taeyang Ranch for real...!'
Kuma had to admire it.
After dozens, the main event loomed.
"Kim Taeyang! You're up!"
Murmurs—
God of Thugs.
Human Ranch owner.
The nuke dropped on Ark.
Kim Taeyang's turn.
Beach set as always.
Hands in pockets, flip-flops dragging onto the mat.
"...Kim Taeyang. That outfit okay? Bad for grappling."
"Hah? Worried about me? Worry about yourself!!"
"Ugh... Can't friends give advice?"
Kuma inwardly stung by his harshness.
"You nuts?! Huh?!! We're enemies now, not friends!! Come at me like you wanna kill!!!"
"!"
'This guy's mindset is pro!'
Kuma inspired by Taeyang's resolve.
"If that's your wish, I'll kill you...!"
She clashed gloves, steeling herself.
"Kuma! Kuma! Kuma!!"
Student council chanting her name.
"Kuma! Go for it!!"
Seol Ha-jeong too.
'President...! I'll fight my best! After this, please see my true feelings!!'
Both ready.
Taeyang slipped on thin gloves, then hands back in pockets.
Licking at Kuma to taunt.
Lick lick!
'Provoking from the start?'
Classic Kim Taeyang strat.
"Hey, idiot! Hands outta pockets!!"
"Hah? Being considerate—what bullshit?!"
"Considerate...?"
"Full fists would wreck that face! Ruin your diet pretty sow glow? Heh heh heh!"
"Tch."
Infuriating words.
But Kuma was a vet.
Not falling for cheap taunts.
'Make him raise guard in panic!'
Whoosh—
Closed distance fast, unleashed punch.
Expected flustered guard-up—but
'No guard...?'
Boom─────!!!!
Taeyang took it on the face.
"Clean hit!"
"Landed solid!!"
"Round 1 KO incoming?!!"
Spectators jumped, hyped by the crisp punch.
"H-He took it...!"
Taeyang staggered but stood.
Hands still pocketed.
"Kim Taeyang! Quit taunting and fight proper!! Too easy an end's no fun!!"
Another punch.
Guard this time, surely—but
'No guard again...?!'
Boom─────────!!!!!!
Punch sank into face unblocked.
'Chewy...!'
Unusual feedback.
Never hit a human face this perfectly.
He should've dropped.
But.
Still standing, grinning.
Lick lick lick!!!
Tongue lolling vulgarly.
"This bastard...!"
Furious Kuma unleashed combos.
Taeyang ate them all, hands in pockets.
Papapapapapapapabat!!!!!
"Too one-sided?!"
"He'll die getting pummeled!"
"Why won't Kim Taeyang pull his hands out?!!"
No one knew why.
Except Kim Taeyang, Seol Harin, Park Woo-yu.
Even Kuma grew anxious.
'This punk...! Pride's taken over his whole body...! What if I actually kill him...?!!'
But couldn't stop punching.
Student council and Seol Ha-jeong watching.
"Raaargh!!!!"
Roaring combos.
Taeyang just human heavy bag.
Three minutes passed.
"Round 1 over!"
Ref Yurik professor stopped Kuma.
"Huff. Pant..."
Nonstop punches winded even Kuma.
Taeyang?
"Hey, hey! Hilariously weak punches?! That pathetic fist just caressing my body?!! Heh heh heh."
"?"
Perfectly fine.
Over 500 clean hits in round 1.
No bloody nose even.
'What the hell's that insane body...?!!'
Sometimes heroes like that existed.
Near-invincible physiques.
Untoppable top-tier tanks, no matter punches or stabs.
'You too, huh...?!'
"Want some milk?"
"Fresh today?"
"Milked 30 minutes ago."
"Urp. Pop the lid!"
Seol Harin serving Taeyang milk, utterly relaxed.
That calm vibe unnerved Kuma more.
"Round 2 start!"
Match resumed.
'Strikes useless. Grappling it is...!'
Switched tactics, tackled.
Hands-pocketed Taeyang easy to drop.
"Kim Taeyang! Credit your talent!! But fighting's body chess!! Don't strut just 'cause you're built!!!"
Snapped to armbar instantly.
Arched back, yanked.
'Over!'
Arm-breaking angle.
No escape posture.
But Taeyang's arm slithered free like an eel.
'Insane flexibility...!'
Kuma lost focus a beat.
Taeyang's legs wrapped her neck.
"Hey, Kuma. Finisher."
'Triangle choke...?'
Strangle foe unconscious with legs.
Taeyang's form was amateurish.
Triangle imitation at best.
Yet a chilling scent hit Kuma's nose.
From Taeyang's groin up close.
"Urp!! Ballsweat...!!!"
"?!"
Squeeze!
Legs tightened, face mashed into crotch.
Technique was trash!
Could escape any second!
Problem: not proper grappling...!
'This is dickfighting...!!!'
"Guherk...!"
"Hey hey!! Oinking like a pig?! Feeling my dick again, sow?!!! Huh?!!!"
That powerful eel-dick that battered her pussy before.
Now grinding her face.
'The... scent...! It's making me dumb...!!'
Strength drained away.
Like drugged.
"Sniffing superior male musk mid-fight and zoning out? What kinda fighter are you?!! Total DQ!! Clench that pussy and focus!!!! Huh?!!!"
"Kweeeee...!"
Penis choke.
Unexpected dickfu crumbling Kuma's fighting career.