Chapter 48
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: Romance
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[Quest completed.]
[Weapon Technique level has increased.]
[Weapon Technique has reached LV.4.]
[Additional reward granted.]
[Swiftness skill level has increased by 2 stages.]
[Swiftness has reached LV.3.]
Back in my original world, I slowly checked the quests popping up one after another without a break.
The moment of receiving rewards was always sweet.
Weapon Technique had grown even stronger, and my body had become faster.
The synergy between the two was something to look forward to as well.
But it didn't end there.
[Remaining points consumed to grant a skill.]
"Come to think of it..."
I'd hunted diligently but hadn't spent all my points before returning.
With my focus constantly on the growth of those three, my own points had gone toward maintaining food supplies and electricity for the shelter. In the end, I'd even forgotten to buy skills.
Even so, the remaining points amounted to a whopping...
[721 points consumed.]
[Translation Skill acquired.]
[Translation Skill has reached LV.1 (MAX).]
"What is this?"
I thought it was a bit underwhelming for 721 points.
But it turned out to be a skill where level 1 was the maximum.
Should I be happy about it?
I stared at the quest window with a lukewarm expression.
Figuring it'd come in handy someday, I closed all the windows.
"Hey, wanna hit up a coin karaoke?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Hello? What are you doing? Hurry up and come."
Only then did the sounds around me register.
Come to think of it, I'd received a quest right here.
People were laughing and walking down the street.
For some reason, the sight felt so unfamiliar and awkward.
It was strange that people could laugh and chat so loudly like this.
It felt like zombies would hear the noise and come lunging out from some dark alley to attack at any moment.
"Hoo... It's just a symptom."
It was an occupational hazard I experienced every time I got pulled into a quest.
I took a deep breath to calm my mind and hailed a taxi to head home.
To my real, longed-for home.
A faint, sweet peach scent wafted through the house when I returned.
Air freshener, maybe?
As I slowly stepped inside, the place that should have been a mess was neatly tidied up.
There was only one suspect.
"...Han Na?"
And then a warm body pressed against my back.
When I slowly turned around, Han Na, with a playful smile, threw herself into my arms.
"Where have you been playing until now?"
"When did you get back?"
"Yesterday."
It had been worth returning early.
I hadn't kept Han Na waiting too long.
But even that seemed regrettable from her perspective, as her lips were slightly pouted.
Still, after our eyes met a few times, she smiled faintly and let go of her feigned anger.
We sat down on the sofa together.
"Oh, right. Wanna see some photos?"
"Sure."
Han Na pulled out her phone and showed me the pictures she'd taken.
They started with shots of the airport and the plane interior.
Then she got into some car, and clear, blue ocean appeared.
"Where's this?"
"Oh, Hawaii."
"Hawaii..."
When I asked about the photo of the stunning beach, the answer came back as Hawaii.
I'd never particularly wanted to travel to places like beaches or mountains, but looking at these on Han Na's phone made me reconsider a bit.
What can I say?
It felt like going to a place like this with Han Na would be nice.
The landscape photos passed, and food pics came up next.
Famous stuff like pineapple pizza and salmon salad.
My brow furrowed slightly.
Han Na noticed and asked.
"Do you hate pineapple pizza by any chance?"
"...Not a fan."
"I couldn't find a place that makes it well. Let's go to Hawaii sometime."
If the good places are in Hawaii, doesn't that mean I, as a Korean, can just hate it guilt-free?
The thought crossed my mind for a second before the next photos stopped it cold.
They were photos of Han Na from her modeling gig.
There was a reason she'd gone to Hawaii's beautiful beaches.
Han Na in a rash guard, striking poses for the camera.
Her body, toned from workouts, showed no excess fat even in the form-fitting outfit.
And as expected from a famous sports brand, the photo quality was top-notch.
They used lighting perfectly to highlight her figure, with poses meticulously designed to maximize her appeal.
I lost myself flipping through them one by one, until regrettably, hotel room photos appeared.
The room looked spacious and comfortable—clearly expensive just from the look.
"What do you think? Did I look good?"
"Yeah, beautiful."
"Actually, there are other photos too..."
Han Na opened another album in her gallery.
It was labeled 'For Seong-han Only,' sparking anticipation.
And sure enough, the album was full of lewd shots.
Pics where she was nude, barely covering her nipples with her fingers.
Or wearing the rash guard from the shoot with no underwear, the thin fabric revealing her body's contours even more explicitly.
All of them designed to excite a man.
She whispered in my ear as she showed them.
"Foreign countries are different. The hunting was intense."
Han Na's hand brushed my chest, heading toward my nipple.
Her fingers danced teasingly across my chest.
"Don't worry. I turned them all down."
"..."
"Who made my body unresponsive to anyone else?"
She glanced at my expression and said that, patting my chest reassuringly.
Then, with a slightly surprised look, Han Na asked.
"Your body's even better than before... Been working out?"
"Something like that."
For the past few days, I'd hunted zombies for hours every single day without fail, following those three around.
It was far more intense than any half-hearted workout.
"Guess I need to do the swimsuit ones here?"
Her playful touches grew bolder, and I couldn't hold back anymore.
I placed my hand on her breast.
Han Na's eyes narrowed seductively, and she thrust her chest forward as if she'd been waiting.
"Nooo... Do you know how famous I've gotten?"
"I know."
Even as she said it, she weakly pushed me away, deliberately teasing.
Her frigidity cured, her lewd true nature was spilling out more and more.
"Ahh..."
Aroused, I pinned her body down.
As I stripped the unresisting Han Na, lewd lingerie came into view.
Lingerie I'd never seen before.
It had abandoned any function as supportive underwear, existing solely to seduce and excite men.
Her nipples were fully exposed, and the bottoms were designed for penetration without removal.
"Ahhng... Don't look..."
"Such slutty underwear."
"If you touch it like thaaat—"
Han Na knew my fetish better than anyone, so she was pretending to resist.
And she was right.
My twisted fetish made me more excited the more she feigned resistance.
"You're wet already? You were looking forward to this, weren't you?"
"Nooo... I'm not excited..."
I slipped my hand inside her underwear, pulling her breast out over the fabric. It jiggled softly.
With each knead, Han Na's expression shifted to that of a bitch in heat.
I couldn't hold back any longer and ravished her.
I pulled down her pants and pressed my cock against her pussy.
"Nooo... I have a boyfriend..."
Clinging to me desperately while invoking her ex-boyfriend, Han Na stuck to me.
The moment I kissed her, she eagerly extended her tongue to meet mine.
Our saliva mixed, and Han Na deliberately moaned lewdly right by my ear.
It had gone beyond curing frigidity—now she was in full heat.
I was the same.
Han Na and I lost track of time as we fucked.
When I came to, we'd both passed out exhausted from consecutive orgasms.
"I'm heading out now. Get your passport ready."
"Mmm..."
Han Na left with a glowing, radiant face, while I, unusually fatigued, sat at the dining table.
I'd already gone wild with two women in the zombie world before returning, but handling Han Na's workout-toned stamina had left me drained for the first time.
Even my dick was sulking, telling me to calm down already.
Remembering how I'd admired her Hawaii trip photos, Han Na had suggested we plan an overseas trip together sometime.
Not a bad idea.
I'd always wanted to try international travel at least once, and with the new Translation skill, it could come in handy on the trip.
After getting dressed and applying for my passport, I opened the quest window.
My goal was a world where the Translation skill would shine.
"...Martial arts and fantasy."
Thinking about it, Translation could be incredibly useful in martial arts or fantasy worlds.
It varied by world, but martial arts were usually set in China, and fantasies often had unique languages.
As major genres, there were plenty of quests, and one with an eye-catching reward stood out.
[Melt Seol-yeong's Heart]
🎁 Reward: Dual Cultivation Art (Yin Plucking Nourishment)
"..."
What the hell is a Dual Cultivation Art?
A martial art that grows stronger through relations with women.
For men who loved martial arts novels, learning any martial art was a dream in itself—but among them, Dual Cultivation was something else.
A little more special.
Before I knew it, I'd already accepted the quest.