An Unexpected Winning Streak
No… but the funny part is, he just straight-up admitted to spying on us? What kind of guy does that?
Even No Hayun, the very definition of stubbornness, looked genuinely dumbfounded.
“It’s because we’re unaffiliated. Even if he noticed, he probably figured it wasn’t worth caring about.”
“So all that talk about his good reputation was total bullshit. What an arrogant prick.”
“Anyway, the spar will be held privately. They proposed a five-on-five match to match our numbers… and they want to do a winning streak format where the winner of each one-on-one stays on to face the next opponent.”
Winning streak format, huh? That’s not bad.
Hayun recited the conditions and said she didn’t see any particular issues with them.
“The date is… one week from now? Where does he get that kind of confidence? He’s giving us plenty of time.”
“He probably needs time to come up with his own strategy too.”
“What do they want if we lose?”
“They said they don’t need anything. Just the spar itself is enough.”
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Everyone fell silent at those words.
“The way he says that makes it even scarier. Doesn’t it sound like he’s planning to kill us under the guise of a spar?”
“Their side only has a hunter who just reached C-grade this year, so we’re not exactly at a huge disadvantage.”
“Wait, if they promoted at the beginning of January, that means they’ve got over two months on us. What do you mean we’re not at a disadvantage? They’ve probably killed thousands more monsters than we have.”
“But we have talent!”
“You definitely do!!”
“So do you!!”
No Hayun and Bae Jua glared at each other and bickered for a while.
“Haa… Then what do we get if we win?” Baek A-rin asked, sounding genuinely curious.
“Oh, wait a second… There’s an additional message at the very bottom.”
The reward Hayun read out for our victory was something we had never expected.
“They’ll grant us entry rights to a dungeon that the Ilseom Guild currently monopolizes…”
……What? For real?
“Huh? Monopolize?”
“Can a guild even fully monopolize a dungeon like that?”
“What kind of dungeon is it?”
“I don’t know either. There’s no further information.”
It’s a little strange that even Hayun doesn’t know about it.
Decades ago, when the Gates first opened and the First Wave had more or less settled down, the Transcendents divided up the more unusual or highly dangerous dungeons among themselves.
Some of those dungeons eventually disappeared over time, while others became far less dangerous and no longer required a Transcendent’s personal oversight.
But there were still dungeons that didn’t fall into either category—dungeons that remained under the direct management of Transcendents. And they were offering us entry rights to one of those.
“…I don’t know exactly what it is, but if it’s a monopoly, it must come with some serious benefits. Hyun Woo-seok may be doing well lately, but is the youngest son of a vice guild master really allowed to offer something like that?”
Bae Jua looked skeptical, but Hayun simply shrugged.
“Well, they’re the ones who offered it, so they can’t take it back now.”
“Just what kind of conversation happened between the Bijeon Guild and Ilseom Guild for things to turn out like this? And your mom is just okay with it?”
At Jua’s question, Hayun shrugged again, this time with a rather serious expression.
“My mother wants me to grow quickly. The last time I nearly died to orcs in the Lizardman Swamp, she gave me a huge scolding for the first time in ages. But I don’t think she was angry because she was worried I might die. She was probably terrified that her carefully crafted masterpiece might get ruined. That’s why she gave me this ring too.”
Hayun fiddled with the ring on her finger for a moment before continuing.
“Compared to that, this spar is nothing my mother would worry about. It’s a predicted situation, a prepared stage, and the opponent already knows I’m the child of the ‘Witch.’ What’s there to worry about?”
“……”
Her rapid-fire words included details we hadn’t even asked about.
Carefully crafted masterpiece… Yeah, that might actually be accurate.
“Okay, but even if all that’s fine, don’t we get any say in this?”
“We can refuse if we want. But if we turn them down now, they’ll just send another watcher. Would you rather keep living under constant surveillance, never knowing when you might get stabbed in the back? Or would you rather settle this cleanly right now?”
“Still, it feels dangerous… The way they’re so confident. It’s like they’ve already prepared everything in advance.”
“Hmph. Let them prepare all they want. They’re just a bunch of sword-swinging grunts. It’s about time someone taught them that the era has changed.”
Sword-swinging grunts, huh… Well, either way, it looks like I’ll have to train like hell for the next week.
Considering the winning streak format, I told Yeonhee that we should send our strongest fighter out first.
“Um… Then I’ll take the first—”
Yeonhee had just started to speak when Hayun shot her hand up before she could finish.
“I’ll go first and sweep them all away!”
“W-wait… that’s…”
“Wow~ Hayun, fighting!”
“F-fight…”
First spot is good. Still, Hayun should be fine.
Yeonhee looked a little flustered at having her first position stolen.
“Th-then I’ll take second…”
I nodded.
“Then I’ll take third.”
Third was Baek A-rin, fourth was Bae Jua, and fifth was Ham Eunyeong.
Even if things went terribly wrong and it came down to Eunyeong, with that cat sitting on her shoulder, there was no way we would lose.
After spending time with our comrades—mixing worry and joy—we ended up heading straight to our newly moved-in house.
Since we had called the cleaning service one more time, the house was far cleaner than it had been at lunchtime. I took another look around.
“It’s too good… Sob…”
Yeonhee said she still couldn’t believe she was living in such a nice house.
“I thought I’d never escape that one-room forever. This is all thanks to you.”
“Clack.”
Yeonhee lightly hugged me and closed her eyes. The scent coming from her was growing richer by the day.
It smelled like the refreshing fragrance of a baby, yet somehow carried a dangerous, seductive undertone.
Over the slightly more than two months we had been together, her cheeks had slimmed a bit, and the violent pressure of her breasts against my upper body was still as mesmerizing as ever.
She’s beautiful…
After a few days of rest, my lust inevitably surged.
Mimicry
“Ah…”
At the same time as I activated Mimicry, Yeonhee’s eyes widened in admiration. In my mind, a group of sinister presences was identified.
But they were quite far away. It would be burdensome to go and return within thirty minutes, and there were only two points anyway.
The ‘Blue Eye’ and ‘Do’ organization members had been rather quiet lately.
Should I check out that building I saw last time?
The place where insane hunters absorbed crystals tainted with malice, and where the ‘Fang’ guarded the underground space.
If those bastards really summoned a Great Calamity with the stunt they pulled back then, the place should be empty by now. But you never know.
They might be preparing to do it again.
If I dealt with them, I could gain a decent amount of stats. And if it was the ‘Do’ faction instead, I might obtain fragments of the Elixir of Life.
Either way, it was a win.
“Whoa… Ilwol, you look especially… cool today.”
“Was I not cool before?”
“N-no, that’s not what I meant—”
Yeonhee bashfully studied my face, acting coy. She must have sensed that my Mimicry form had changed slightly.
We gazed at each other, then naturally leaned in for a kiss. I lifted her up and carried her into the spotless bedroom to begin the act we had been putting off.
When Yeonhee saw how massively swollen I was, stretching the front of my pants, she covered her face with both hands, cheeks burning red.
I pulled my pants down and guided her small hands to wrap around it.
“Mmm…”
Yeonhee froze solid, both hands still gripping me. Her face showed she had no idea what to do next.
I took her hands and moved them back and forth. Only then did she begin to gently stroke me.
“L-like this?”
“Yeah. Good. Just like that.”
“It’s… so big…”
Her eyes sparkled like she had found a new toy. She started experimenting with different angles and pressures.
Even though it was just a handjob, the pleasure was almost unbearable.
Looking down at her while she sat on the bed performing the act, I could see her moist lips and deep cleavage.
Would it be okay to put it in her mouth?
A sense of depravity washed over me, like I was doing something truly wicked. That very feeling was part of the thrill, but it seemed too much for her since she hadn’t even gotten used to using her hands yet.
I felt like I might end up doing something dirty to her face if we continued, so I changed positions.
“You’re so wet.”
“Don’t point it out like that…”
The sight of Yeonhee’s thoroughly soaked lower half was impressive. It seemed the earlier act had been incredibly stimulating for her. Her flushed ears, far redder than usual during sex, proved it.
Seeing a man’s thing in bright light isn’t something you get used to easily.
The lighting in this house was much brighter than in the old one-room, doubling her embarrassment.
Yeonhee’s breathing had already grown ragged. There was no need for more foreplay.
I took a condom from my subspace, put it on, and after a few minutes of kissing, our bodies finally joined.
“Aaaah~!”
Whether because pleasure now outweighed pain, Yeonhee wore a satisfied smile from the very beginning and hungrily sought my lips.
Her slowly rocking hips and buttocks, paired with her sensual figure, pushed me relentlessly forward.
“Ugh! Mmm! Ugh! Ow… It hurts…”
I must have thrust a bit too hard in my excitement. After enjoying missionary for a while, Yeonhee suddenly lifted her waist and tried to sit up.
I grabbed her slender waist, sat her on my thighs, and continued while facing her.
“Haa— This feels so good…”
She seemed to like this position the most. The mirror position we had done before seemed like something she would only attempt once she was much more lost in the moment.
Yeonhee gazed at my face with an ecstatic expression before finally failing to hold back a giggle.
“How can your eyes be this pretty?”
She had always seemed satisfied with my appearance, but the Charm increase from my recent Mimicry seemed to have raised her satisfaction even further.
It didn’t feel like an effect created by my own abilities, but it didn’t matter. As long as I could keep Yeonhee from ever wanting to leave me, I was willing to accept anything.
“Hahm— Chuup— Chuu—”
My movements were rough above but delicate below. Yeonhee’s body twitched and trembled with every thrust, and the sight was incredibly adorable.
That made me want to pound her even harder, but I had to be careful not to project my desires onto something I cherished.
Squelch, squelch—
“Hngh—! Aaaah—!”
Her bucking hips were no joke. Yeonhee reached climax quickly, and even after I came several times with intense vigor, she showed no sign of being satisfied.
She even volunteered to change the condom herself.
During sex, her personality became noticeably impatient.
“There’s no mirror in here… Haa— Haa—”
Realizing there was no mirror in the room, Yeonhee looked deeply disappointed. I wasn’t sure whether she got excited watching us together, or if she was curious about seeing herself so completely changed from her usual self.
I couldn’t quite read her psychology.
“That thing called Trace of Existence… Haaang— Aaa…! Mmm!”
Even while we were having sex, Yeonhee brought up the new ability I had mentioned on the way home.
The bizarre trait that left a trace upon death. I desperately hoped it wouldn’t be something like that monster that laid weird egg-like things.
It seemed my strong wishes somewhat influenced the ability, so I prayed for it earnestly every single night.
“That ability… You know… Maybe…”
“Hm?”
Yeonhee started to say something but quickly shook her head.
“Never mind… It’s nothing.”
“?”
I was curious, but since she had already climaxed several times and was thoroughly aroused, I let it slide.
I want to finish inside her…
I wanted to see the expression on Yeonhee’s face as she took everything I had.
That desire surged wildly, but I had to hold back. Getting pregnant in a world like this was out of the question.
Of course, the chances were extremely slim, but caution was still necessary.