Chapter 90

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 90

Chapter Title: Women's Catfight

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I bought some coffee and cake from the first floor.

It wasn't far, which was a relief. But when I got back upstairs, the atmosphere was pretty frosty.

I set the coffee down on the table and grabbed mine, but then Eom O-su called out to me.

"Hold on a sec, ajusshi."

"..."

"Ajusshi."

"Me?"

I turned around to see her staring at me with a look of utter disbelief.

"What, you only bought this much coffee?"

"...? Can't you drink Americano?"

"No, come on. How many mouths are here, and you got just three measly cups? And one for yourself, too."

I glanced around. The staff here shot me sympathetic looks and sighed.

Scratching my head, I ignored her and headed back to my seat.

"Hah, what the hell? Did you just ignore me? Honey, we need to hire a new manager."

Even this brief encounter left me reeling.

An SSS-rank hunter, and this is her?

I'd heard the rumors, more or less.

Hunter Gallery had the occasional post about her personality issues—female rights supremacist, that sort of thing.

Her YouTube channel had just over a million subscribers, and most of them were apparently the type who ate that stuff up.

I'd scroll through those and think, who gives ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a shit?

If anything, a villain like her kept Hunter Gallery lively, so I'd laugh it off.

How should I crush her?

I mulled it over while watching her nonstop brainwashing her handmaiden with ideology and nonsense.

If I were just some average manager, I never would've dreamed of messing with Eom O-su.

How the hell could a nobody like me take down an SSS-rank hunter?

Even I'd seen enough of her temper in one day to want to slap her across the face. If it were possible, those staff members with their dissatisfied glares would've done it ages ago.

But when it comes to women, at least, I'm a specialist.

An SSS-rank Sperm ability user has to have some way to deal with her.

Nothing immediately gratifying came to mind with my current abilities.

The P Shop had some fun items, sure, but was it worth totally ruining someone's life just because they were a bit of a prick?

Not that I was worried about guilt or anything.

If I gave a damn about ethics, I wouldn't have knocked up my little sister or stolen mana stones from dungeons in the first place.

The issue was what came after.

My abilities inevitably required using sperm.

Whether I fed it to her or creampied, even with pheromones to smooth things over, the suspect pool would narrow right to me.

I survived doing it to Im Hyeji because the skill she got pregnant with pleased her.

Conversely, even a hag like Eom O-su—if something went wrong with her abilities, she'd kill me, horny spell or not.

Did I really need to burn through P points and effort, risking everything, just because she was annoying?

That's why I was torn between the simplest, surefire option and actually committing to it.

But apparently, I wasn't the only one thinking along those lines.

"Hmm... But I don't see it that way."

"...What?"

"Healers are hunters too, after all. Just because you're lucky enough to get a rare ability doesn't make it right to pull rank in life-or-death moments inside a dungeon."

Im Hyeji—who'd been half-listening, nodding mechanically—finally struck back, subtle as ever.

"Hyeji, that's the wrong way to think about it. We have to protect female healers' rights. The decent treatment we get now is because I paved the way back in the early days. You have no idea how harsh it was for female healers then. All that prejudice—'women can't hack it,' they'd say. Then they'd get wrecked because they sucked, and this low-rank nobody healer won't heal us, what a trash healer—finger-pointing everywhere."

But Eom O-su wasn't going down easy.

This was a woman who'd clung to her stubbornness for 46 years.

Especially after becoming a hunter—no one to tiptoe around anymore. Her word was truth.

"Ah, really? That's weird. From the start, people told me I did well even when I was lacking. 'You're so precise because you're a woman,' they'd say, begging for my heals. And I always managed my mana distribution pretty well—no one ever went without ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a heal from me."

"That's just because you're young and cute! Easy target!!"

Exactly why you shouldn't engage.

From Eom O-su's perspective, anyway.

She had to squash this young, pretty upstart daring to challenge her precious 'saintess' title—couldn't let her compete on equal footing.

Suddenly, the backtalk grated.

Her voice rose.

Simple and straightforward, she shot down Im Hyeji's innocent words.

Without realizing she was spitting in her own face.

Im Hyeji flashed a victor's smile.

"Ah, I see. I had no idea. The others don't even know about your hardships..."

Watching that, I made up my mind.

No need for some hard, risky detour.

Just the simple, safe path—like always.

Im Hyeji might be young and socially green...

But she was a woman.

"I've got an XX Cosmetics CF shoot next, so... This collab was a blast. See you later, Hunter-nim."

Not a total victory, but landing that one hit felt damn good.

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Im Hyeji and I were both fired up.

"Oppa, I have to crush that ajumma. I never even wanted the saintess title, but I'll take it from her. She doesn't deserve the word."

"Saintess, my ass. More like Saintess of Sewage. Ajusshi? Fuck. It's ajusshi, but hearing it from an ajumma sours it."

Childish spat, sure.

Just agree and move on—she wasn't someone I'd see often anyway. Ignoring her was easier.

But these little sparks could fuel growth, so I didn't dodge them.

I dumped my backed-up 320P into abilities.

This upgrade's goal was growth fitting the concept—revenge was just a bonus.

For Im Hyeji to win the saintess debate outright, she needed one thing: beef up her lacking abilities. So I maxed out the relevant ones.

And an ability super useful for pregnancy, birth, and growth.

Concentrated Semen cost a whopping 100P to hit Lv2, but it didn't just boost skill growth—it let you get double or quadruple the effects in one shot.

Kang Hana's second womb pregnancy odds had climbed to 38% thanks to the level-up.

"Just how goddamn low are reimpregnation rates?"

Quadruple probability in one go, plus 50% bonus, and still only 38%?

Might as well do four straight SSS shots for that near-8% base. But the new Lv2 1% dopamine hit screamed to use the thick stuff.

Last but not least, Semen Slave to Lv3.

Prep work done.

"Time to slay the demon."

With one S-rank mana stone in hand, face set in determination, I unleashed a thick concentrated semen load into the young, pretty Im Hyeji's womb.

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