Chapter 66
Chapter 66
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Unquenched Thirst
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Yupia's secret hideout.
Rough, ragged breathing echoed from within.
"Haa... haa..."
The source was Yupia and Lilith, locked together in a tangle of bare skin.
They groped and caressed each other desperately, trying to squeeze out every last drop of mana.
Lilith buried her face between Yupia's thighs, her tongue flicking wildly.
Yupia clutched Lilith's hair, twisting her hips in response.
"Ngh...!"
But no matter how much they licked and rubbed against each other, it was like pouring water into a leaky jar.
The mana they'd depleted summoning the shadow beasts couldn't be refilled by acts like these.
"It's no good... Lady Yupia, this won't... fill us up..."
Lilith lifted her head, her voice trembling on the verge of tears.
Yupia's fluids glistened on her lips, but her eyes remained hollow and vacant.
"We need Master's cock... that hot, thick one..."
"Damn it!"
Yupia irritably shoved Lilith away.
Lilith tumbled to the floor.
"I'm dying for it too! You think this pathetic friction does anything for me?!"
Yupia hauled her sweat-slicked body upright.
Dark circles hollowed her eyes.
Her mana reserves were bone-dry.
Her body was addicted to Kim Seonghwa's essence.
The thirst that friction between women could never slake was driving her insane.
"What the hell did you waste all your mana on?! If it weren't for that, we could've dragged that perverted stud back here!"
"What could I do? I used it all escaping with you, Lady Yupia... And I was the one who rescued the imprisoned villains too..."
It was an irrefutable point.
Yupia and Lilith had burned through their mana fulfilling their respective roles.
"With just our power, recapturing him will be impossible..."
Yupia stared into empty space at Lilith's words.
Her gaze slowly sharpened.
The defeated slump faded, replaced by venomous resolve.
"I know that. That bitch Min Seola's guarding him like a fortress. And that glasses girl's barriers have probably gotten even stronger."
A simple kidnapping or ambush wouldn't cut it.
But they couldn't just starve to death either.
"There's only one way."
"You don't mean..."
"Exactly. We ask the guy we rescued."
Yupia's lips curved with grim determination.
"He'll have a way."
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The day after the threesome, during lunch break at the office.
I'd ordered coffee at the cafe and was just waiting for the vibrating pager to buzz.
"Excuse me...?"
I turned at the voice from behind me, and my vision filled with an unreal splash of color.
Long hair in a deep blue—no, closer to turquoise—cascaded over her shoulders.
'What the...? An Awakener here too?'
It wasn't just the hair color that gave it away.
Her outfit caught my eye even before the glossy sheen of those locks.
'That's hero gear, right...?'
A skintight red spandex suit clung to her body without a single gap.
It was so form-fitting I could make out the curve of her breasts and even the spot of her navel.
And the real showstopper was her lower body.
Below her slender waist, her hips flared out in an impossibly wide, hypnotic sweep—pure visual overload.
'Can't even see her back, but those ass cheeks are stealing the show from the front.'
The taut spandex strained over them, promising explosive volume.
I could already imagine how they'd sway and jiggle with every step.
'And what's with the mask on her face...?'
Though plenty of people like me hated having their faces known.
Lots of heroes operated with masks or hoods.
As that thought crossed my mind—
Click.
The woman removed her red fox mask, perching it diagonally atop her head.
Her revealed orange eyes sparkled like jewels, radiating seductive allure.
"...Did you call for me?"
I glanced around in confusion before pointing at myself.
Everyone's eyes were already locked on us.
A woman in cosplay-level gear striking up a conversation? Bound to draw stares.
'Ah, PTSD kicking in...'
Meanwhile, the fox-masked woman curled her lips into a bright smile.
Her slender eyes curved into classic fox-like beauty.
"Yes, that's you, right? The one hugging Seola."
"Ah, that was..."
"You saved my life back there! Oh! I'm 'Red Fox,' the hero! Sorry for the late intro!"
She extended her hand, announcing her hero name.
But I didn't take it.
"......"
A brief silence.
She withdrew her hand and stepped closer.
A wave of sweet perfume hit me, her orange eyes piercing straight into mine.
"Feeling shy? Though you seemed pretty bold leading her in front of everyone."
Dangerous.
I didn't even know who she was.
And reacting like 'Haha, busted! It's me, punk!' with all these eyes on us? No way.
"No idea what you're talking about. Think you've got the wrong guy."
Undeterred by my firm denial, she took another step forward.
The faint rustle of her suit brushing against itself was oddly stimulating.
"Come on, no need to hide. I was there at the scene—I remember your face clear as day. I told you, you saved me."
Now so close her breasts nearly brushed my chest.
'Namu Amida Butsu. Kwanseum Bosal. Donghae mulgwa. Baekdusan-i.'
I chanted sutras in my head and took a step back.
'Hey now. You think I'll fall for honey traps?'
I'm not the type of man Kim Seonghwa who pops a boner just because a pretty girl smiles and flirts.
But then—
"How about we take this somewhere else? I want to thank you properly... What do you say? This place has too many ears—somewhere quiet where we can talk."
Her voice carried weight, like sweet temptation.
But my instincts flashed warning lights.
'Somewhere quiet, huh...'
What did she plan to do there?
If she was really a hero from the scene just here to say thanks, this attitude was over the top.
'I didn't directly save anyone, so this level of friendliness is suspicious.'
Worst case—if everything she said was true—she might be after my abilities from the news.
'If that's it, sorry, but I'm not helping.'
Of course, the woman in front of me was a knockout.
The kind that made me want to grab those plump cheeks and pull her close.
But getting more publicly entangled and starting rumors? No thanks.
'If I was gonna hook up just once, I'd have jumped Seola from the start.'
I admit it.
Unlike before, lately I'd been tempted by this girl and that one.
But the result? I didn't cave.
"Coffee's ready. Gotta run—busy."
The pager in my hand buzzed, and I turned away without a second thought.
"Oh, how cold. I'll chalk it up to all the eyes and ears around today making you shy. But next time, you have to give me a chance, okay?"
Regret laced Red Fox's voice from behind, tinged with something seductive.
I left the cafe without looking back.
But then, casually—
I glanced over my shoulder, catching sight of her massive, perfect hips and ass swaying between buildings.
'Damn, a work of art. Eye candy it is.'
Did I want to drink it in? Or was I just mesmerized?
I stared, entranced—
"......!!"
Our eyes met as she turned.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ 'Shit...'
A sly smile spread across Red Fox's lips, and I wanted to die of embarrassment.
At least she didn't approach again.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Even back at my desk in the office, Red Fox's image from the cafe kept popping into my head.
'What an ass for disaster.'
I nearly got hard just recalling it when a familiar scent wafted over.
"Seonghwa, could you take a look at these documents?"
It was Choi Yura.
Normally she'd slap them down with a bossy command, but today her voice was low and soft.
No—beyond soft, it felt somehow damp and needy.
'Already waving the white flag? Cute.'
Choi Yura stood pressed right up against my desk.
Her thigh peeked from the tight H-line skirt, tantalizingly close to my arm.
"...Where?"
"Here—the numbers look off."
She leaned forward, pointing at the papers.
Her shirt buttons gaped open, revealing black lace bra and the deep valley of her ample breasts in full view.
An intentional exposure she'd never allow by accident.
'Your intentions are crystal clear, Team Leader.'
She'd normally scowl and button up the second she felt my gaze.
But instead of closing it, she seemed to be trying to open it wider—I nearly burst out laughing.
"You're so thorough, Seonghwa, so I wanted you to check it yourself..."
Her hot breath tickled my ear from her parted lips.
'Even blowing on me on purpose?'
Her eyes were completely different from before.
Not fully submissive, though.
'Rather than beg, you'll make me desperate first? How utterly shameless.'
As she spoke, she subtly rubbed her chest against my shoulder.
The soft, yielding pressure filtered through her thin shirt.
And her leg nudged between my knees.
'She's really going for it.'
I stifled a chuckle inside.
Sex appeal this blatant.
The moment she realized she couldn't dominate with authority, out came the woman's weapons.
But it was weirdly arousing.
The haughty woman, frantic to draw my attention, pressing her body close.
It hit harder than some stranger's jiggling ass from behind.
"Team Leader."
I called her softly, and Choi Yura's shoulders twitched.
"Yes?"
"What are you doing right now?"
"What do you mean? Work, of—"
"I told you already, didn't I? Don't do it like this—ask properly, politely. Whether it's work or personal."
I lightly brushed her thigh with my hand.
I could claim it like my own bedroom if I wanted, but no way I'd give in that easily.
Choi Yura bit her lip hard, twisting as if stifling a moan from that alone.
Heat bloomed in her eyes in an instant.
"If you get it, leave the documents. I'll review them and get back to you."
"Kim Seonghwa, you...!"
Choi Yura couldn't finish, turning away with flushed ears.
Her retreating figure was far more erotic than usual.
'Even now, shaking that ass as she goes. But what can you do? I held out against an even better one.'
I couldn't tear my eyes from it, curling my lips as I sipped my coffee.