Chapter 90
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Doll Project
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Cheon Seo-eun, who had watched the entire shocking and obscene scene, opened her mouth with a "Whoa..."
"You... you've turned into a way more demonic pervert than before. At this point, maybe it's not a bad idea to let Black Sun in on it?"
"Don't joke. I've got mountains of work to do right now."
Kang Ihyeon brushed off her words lightly and informed her as well.
"By the way, you're part of 'Arbiter' now too."
"Huh? So I don't even get a say in it? Well, at least I can finally get out of this damn Eclipse, so I'll take it. So, what's the plan going forward? That Miyazaki Rena girl—you think she's really gonna come charging in?"
Kang Ihyeon grabbed Aira's hair once more and slapped his cock against her face with a smack.
The massive monstrosity, slightly longer than her head, completely blocked her nose and mouth.
Even as she struggled to breathe, she wore an ecstatic expression, desperately inhaling the thick, musky scent wafting from his heavy balls.
Sniff, sniff... sniff, sniff...!
Gazing down at her with satisfaction, Kang Ihyeon revealed his plan.
"First off, that Doll Project from the Maker Sect. I'm handing it over to Aira here."
"To her? You trust her?"
"She was the one originally researching dolls in the Maker Sect anyway. No one knows it better. Plus, now that she's passionately in love with me, no worries about betrayal."
He lightly tapped Aira's cheek, pat pat, and continued.
"My dolls already have tons of work. Dozens of them just from the project—I can't micromanage every single one."
"Hmmm... You still haven't answered me properly. So what about Miyazaki Rena?"
"That hunter... we'll handle her head-on. Through the Maker Sect."
"Hmmm, you think the sect will take your side?"
"If not, we'll make them. With this."
Kang Ihyeon dangled his cock.
Cheon Seo-eun laughed in disbelief.
"You're such a playboy... Well, that's part of what I like about you."
"You're saying that now? Didn't you hate my guts at first, like you wanted to kill me?"
"Hmph! Honestly, at first, I really hated a guy like you. But... weirdly, every few days when I get in the mood, your face keeps popping up, and my body gets all hot and bothered! Damn it. If you don't fuck me later, I'll tell your sister everything!"
She grumbled, but her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
"Yeah, yeah. Later, you and your sister together, in the same bed—I'll ravage you both at once. Make you squirt like crazy."
"A-Are you insane?"
At those words, Cheon Seo-eun looked horrified, but her face flushed bright red.
Kang Ihyeon changed the subject, looking at her.
"Now Eclipse should have no more worries, right?"
"Hmm... One left."
"Who?"
"The shadow mover, Augustine."
Cheon Seo-eun's face hardened slightly.
"Just so you know, he's a guy. Eclipse was basically run by Aira Petrovna here and Augustine. We've taken one down, so we finish the other."
"Do we need to eliminate him?"
"Huh?"
He pushed Aira's head back slightly and said.
"We'll use Li Wei."
"Li Wei? Sounds familiar... That Black Sun executive, right?"
Cheon Seo-eun looked at him with slight surprise.
"Hold on. How many pieces do you have set up on our side exactly?"
It was purely a whimsical gift from the capricious witch, but.
Kang Ihyeon didn't explain that far, merely flashing a meaningful smile.
"We'll turn Aira's plan against her. Dramatically save Seraphina from her downfall crisis, and in return, take over the secret organization she's built inside the Academy."
"Ambitious, huh? Goal? Bang all the promising hunter kids?"
"...Can't deny it, but no."
He thought to himself.
His initial goal was survival.
Simply clinging to the protagonist's back to survive in this Dominant Evil world.
'But my thinking's changed a bit.'
The game feature that puts the protagonist in peril.
The villain is stronger than the hero.
Villain ending.
In the game, it's depicted as futile and meaningless...
But reality is different from the game.
Kang Ihyeon was convinced of that today.
"Like, fuck women, fill my belly, build a harem of girls who only have eyes for me."
His eyes gleamed with ambition.
"To do that, I need to take over the Academy first."
Yoo Family's rear mountain training cave.
The cold, damp air of the cave kissed her heated skin, rising in faint steam.
"Haat, haat...!"
Ragged breaths echoed through the silent cave. Sweat beaded like pearls, trickling from her chin along her collarbone. Her soaked training clothes clung transparently, revealing the soft curves of a woman she could no longer hide.
The heavy wooden sword in her hand felt as burdensome as her fate.
Yoo Seolhyeon.
She had left the Academy and returned to her family.
As a complete 'woman', not a 'man'.
The Yoo Family.
A conservative, stubborn clan risen by the sword.
There, she had lived her whole life as a man, the sole direct heir to continue the line.
It was the family tradition.
Her mother, the only precedent of a woman ascending to family head, Yoo Yejeong—but she had lived as a man until now.
It was also her mother's will.
'I overcame tradition with my skills to become head. Seolhyeon, if you want to change your cruel fate... prove it with your strength alone.'
Her mother's words from long ago echoed in her mind.
"Kuh...!"
Yoo Seolhyeon gritted her teeth and swung the wooden sword again.
A sharp whoosh cut the air.
Before her eyes stood illusory foes: the family elders who scorned her, relatives who despised her, all the past shackles calling her a man.
But among those phantoms, one man's face kept flickering.
Kang Ihyeon.
'It was all because of that man.'
The reason she returned to the family.
There was the family's summons, but that wasn't all. She had wanted to return too, making it happen. Kang Ihyeon was no small part of it.
Yoo Seolhyeon had lived as a man until recently, enduring Seraphina's threats with iron will.
But that day, at Seraphina's invitation, when Kang Ihyeon took her virginity, everything twisted.
That day.
She first felt herself as a woman.
Under his rough, hot body, helplessly violated, ravished.
Yet that strange sensation of her body heating up on its own.
After that day, she masturbated for the first time.
Night after night, alone in her room, under the covers, recalling the moment he thrust into her, she tentatively touched the secret place between her legs.
Each time, her body burned honestly, drawing her into solitary, secret pleasure.
'This isn't right.'
Knowing it was wrong, she left the Academy and returned to the family as a woman, vowing to devote herself to training.
The feeble, fragile self that crumbled so easily before Seraphina's threats and Kang Ihyeon's desires—she wanted to wash it all away with sweat and pain.
But.
"Haa..."
Every swing of the sword, every breath catching in her throat, that man's face shimmered before her eyes.
Kang Ihyeon.
The man who took her first time.
She held no grudge against him. That day was all due to Seraphina's vile scheme.
But...
As a woman herself, she couldn't forget the one who took her first.
His rough breaths, firm body, the hot sensation filling her completely.
Then, from outside the cave, a voice called from afar.
"Young mistress, the family head summons you."
It was an old servant's voice.
The current head was her grandfather.
After her mother, Yoo Yejeong, fell into a coma from a mysterious accident, the retired man had seized full control again.
"Understood. I'll be there soon."
Yoo Seolhyeon cooled her heated body in the cave's cold groundwater.
She changed out of her wet clothes, disguised as a man again, and headed to the main house, her grandfather's study.
As she approached, he sniffed and spoke with disgust.
"The scent of a wench still lingers. Is your training lacking, or has your mindset rotted?"
"My apologies, Grandfather."
As if she weren't worth responding to, he clicked his tongue and tossed a letter from the desk toward her.
"Read it."
This was...
Stamped with the Maker Sect's seal.
She carefully broke the seal and unfolded the letter.
And gasped, freezing.
[...The 'Doll Project,' halted due to an unfortunate past incident, will resume with a new Academy talent...]
[...Thus, we seek the Yoo Family's wisdom and cooperation; our representative will visit...]
It detailed resuming that horrific 'Doll Project'—the very incident that put her mother Yoo Yejeong in a coma long ago.
And it was an official letter from the Maker Sect requesting direct cooperation upon visit.
'Doll Project.'
As she set down the trembling letter, her grandfather crossed his arms, furious as if waiting.
"Those insolent fools! After turning my daughter into that state, what nerve to knock on our door again!"
The study seemed overwhelmed by his rage.
From Yoo Seolhyeon's view, his anger was justified.
The former head of the Doll Project had betrayed the family and sect, defecting to Black Sun, she heard.
That sparked wars big and small between families and Black Sun, wounding many.
Her mother was the biggest victim.
Yoo Seolhyeon asked calmly.
"Then, what shall we do, Grandfather?"
"What do you mean? Refuse, of course! Considering what they did, tearing and burning this letter here wouldn't satisfy me! And yet you calmly ask what to do?!"
But she wasn't swept by his fury. Quietly, she voiced her thoughts.
"However, Grandfather, their sending this official letter is essentially extending an olive branch first. From the Maker Sect, no less. Rejecting without reason could look bad to other families."
Her grandfather, prizing family honor and reputation above all, clicked his tongue at her words.
His rage subsided, replaced by deep regret and fatigue.
"Honor... reputation... Hah."
He muttered self-mockingly.
"Your mother and I couldn't refuse back then. Because of that honor and reputation."
"......"
"It was a gathering discussing 'the way to protect remaining humanity'—an irresistible cause. That young upstart contacted each family, branding non-agreeing ones as traitors. We fell for their noble pretext. Or rather... we wanted to believe. But what was the result?!"
"That was..."
He couldn't continue, breathing heavily. Moments later, he eyed Yoo Seolhyeon sharply, testing her unlike before.
"Not sure about this time, but if they send someone, I plan to send you in your mother's place."
"Me, you say?"
At his words, Yoo Seolhyeon widened her eyes unwittingly.
It meant naming her official heir.
Though direct lineage, given her mother's wounds, adopting a talented branch member wouldn't be odd.
'Why now, when he's always scolded me?'
Yoo Seolhyeon trembled slightly.
Toward her, he spoke again.
"Since you returned from the Academy as a woman, I've watched you closely."
"......"
"I was disappointed. The heir to the Yoo line abandoning the sword for woman's ways at the crucial time. But you didn't. From before dawn to dusk, without a single day's rest, you swung that wooden sword stubbornly."
"...It was my duty."
"Listen quietly. This isn't praise."
He rose and approached, gripping her shoulders crushingly hard.
"If I send you there, can I trust you? Swear here you'll not fall for their sweet talk again, not repeat your mother's fate?"
"Grandfather..."
"Your answer decides your future. Disappoint me, and I'll strip your heir status, marry you off strategically to another family to preserve our line."
Yoo Seolhyeon fell silent. Her shoulders ached in his grip, but she didn't flinch. The confusion in her eyes vanished, replaced by cold, firm resolve.
She bowed slowly.
"Worry not, Grandfather."
Her voice was no longer that of a cowering boy or frail girl.
"I will succeed, without fail."
It brimmed with determination.