Chapter 66
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 66
Chapter Title: Battlefield of Shura, and an Unexpected Guest
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Ding-dong-.
A little earlier than the promised time on a Saturday afternoon.
I headed to the front door after hearing the doorbell ring.
I'd figured one of them would arrive first, but the intercom screen showed both women's faces at once.
Even their messages from last night lined up perfectly—how did they sync up like this?
As I opened the door, a chilly silence hung between the two of them.
That was the result of me not telling either one that the other was coming.
"Mi-na showed up too? Did the assistant manager invite you?"
Team Leader Joo-young was the first to break the silence.
She greeted Mi-na with her usual relaxed smile, but a sharp glint of wariness flashed in her eyes.
"Yeah. Team Leader, did the senior invite you? I thought it was just me."
Mi-na fired right back without missing a beat.
Unlike the smiles they flashed at each other, invisible sparks seemed to crackle between their gazes.
"By the way, Mi-na, you must really be here to relax today, huh?"
Joo-young's lips curled up slightly as she scanned Mi-na's jeans and T-shirt from head to toe.
It was a subtle dig.
"Team Leader, aren't you the one overdoing it? Coming over on a weekend fully decked out like that—what were you expecting?"
Mi-na snorted at Joo-young's perfectly styled blouse and skirt, countering smoothly.
"Come on in, both of you."
As I leaned against the doorframe with my arms crossed, the two women lunged at me like they'd been waiting, each trying to claim one of my arms.
In the process, they bumped shoulders and elbowed each other in a childish yet desperate battle of nerves that made me chuckle.
"Hey, hey, cut it out. It's the weekend—let's not fight and just have some fun."
I wrapped my arms around both their shoulders with easy confidence and led them into the living room.
"...So this is the assistant manager's place."
"Huh, way cleaner than I expected."
Once in the living room, the two women glanced around curiously.
"I handle the house cleaning on a regular schedule."
Mi-na shut her mouth with a dissatisfied look at Lizetta's calm voice from the kitchen, where she was watching them.
Joo-young furrowed her brow slightly, suddenly aware of Lizetta too.
"Lizetta will prepare dinner. Want to eat first? Or... maybe some light exercise before the meal?"
At my question, Joo-young and Mi-na glanced at each other for a split second before shy smiles spread across their faces.
That was answer enough.
They weren't showing it outright, but both had the same goal in mind.
"I've got special gifts for you two, so head to the master bedroom and change first."
I pulled out the shopping bags I'd stashed in the corner of the living room and handed one to each.
Inside were outfits I'd carefully selected, packed with my tastes.
"Oh my... this right off the bat... Hehe. I wasn't planning on starting immediately."
Despite her words, Joo-young shot me a seductive glance full of anticipation.
"Hmph. It's probably some perverted outfit the senior likes anyway."
Mi-na pouted but grudgingly took the bag.
As the two bickered their way into the master bedroom, I leaned back comfortably on the sofa and turned to Lizetta.
She had her back turned, focused on cooking.
"Sorry, Lizetta. It's the weekend, and here I am asking you to clean and make dinner."
"It's fine. It's my duty. And when it's for you, Master Hyun-seong, it feels rewarding."
"Thanks for saying that."
"From what I heard, dinner might be a bit later. Shall I join them in serving you?"
Lizetta's unexpected question made me rub my chin thoughtfully.
Being served by three beauties at once sounded perfect.
"Today, just the two of them should be enough. Rest up, Lizetta—you've earned it."
"...Is it because my service doesn't meet your standards?"
My casual response drew a surprisingly gloomy reply, leaving me speechless for a moment.
"N-no, absolutely not."
I waved my hands hurriedly.
"It's just... you're still awkward around those two."
Lizetta had only run into them twice at the airport.
"You're only going along with their little war because Child made you. No need to force it if it's a burden."
"It's not... like that."
Lizetta started to say something but trailed off.
"...I suppose."
"And even without that kind of service, you're already helping me out a ton."
She might have been clumsy at first, but now she handled cleaning, cooking, and laundry like a pro.
Besides, I had plenty of ways to satisfy my urges even without her.
"So don't worry about it."
Still, Lizetta's expression looked somehow unsettled.
"...Understood. If that's your wish, Master Hyun-seong, I'll comply."
After a brief silence, she turned back to her cooking.
What was that? Did I say something wrong?
But I didn't have time to dwell on it.
The master bedroom door opened, and I stepped out from the kitchen as Joo-young emerged first.
"...How's this, assistant manager? Does it suit me?"
Her cheeks flushed red with embarrassment, but she approached me with a seductive pose, as if begging for more looks.
A crisp white office-look shirt made of stiff fabric.
Unlike a normal one, though, it was boldly cut off right below the chest, fully exposing the rich curve of her underboob.
The bottom was a micro-mini black latex skirt that barely covered her hips.
The glossy latex clung tightly to her plump thighs, producing lewd friction sounds with every movement.
Her legs were sheathed in precarious black band hold-up stockings with a mesh pattern.
And on her face, black horn-rimmed glasses that gave off an intellectual vibe, unlike her usual look.
The perfect lewd secretary.
"It suits you perfectly, Team Leader. I want to pull you onto my lap and train you right now."
"Eek."
Her face burned even redder at my blatant praise and stare.
"Senior!"
Then Mi-na stormed out with a sharp cry.
Seeing her, another exclamation escaped my lips.
A white lace bralette that barely covered her perky breasts.
A black micro-mini flare skirt that dangerously exposed her T-panty line with every move.
A cute white frilled air apron hung at her waist like an accessory.
And around her neck, a leather choker with a tinkling bell.
"Wh-where did you even find and buy this trashy outfit?"
"It suits you—what's the problem, Mi-na?"
"Not happy at all!"
Mi-na yanked down the hem of her skirt with all her might while snapping at Joo-young's teasing.
Her slightly trembling shoulders and reddened earlobes betrayed her true feelings.
"Um... President."
As I admired Mi-na's outfit happily, Joo-young sidled up and stroked my arm with sticky fingers.
She'd jumped straight into roleplay without prompting.
"President... these past three days without you, I spent all day masturbating my pussy because I wanted your huge cock so bad."
"Yeah? What about your husband?"
"I don't do it with him anymore. My pussy's your exclusive cock onahole now."
"Such a lewd secretary."
"Yes♥ Joo-young is the president's lewd slave secretary. So please shove your hot, huge cock into my lonely pussy soon♥"
Kang Joo-young begging with aegyo on top of it all.
Blood rushed straight to my groin.
Outdone by Joo-young, Mi-na hurried to my other side and clung to me like a koala.
"Master...! Mi-na wants your cock too. Please bestow it on this arrogant slave cat maid...♥"
Their hands gently caressed the bulge in my pants like it was precious treasure.
"Hehe. No need to whine. I'll pound you both nice and fair."
I pulled the two beaming with joy and anticipation into a hug and headed to the blanket I'd laid out on the floor.
Alright, time to have some real fun.
Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥ Squelch♥
"Heeek♥ Hngh...♥ Ooh♥"
"Cum one more time!"
Spurt-spurt-spuuurt♥♥
The intense 3P went on for about an hour.
On the blanket spread across the floor lay the two women, drenched in semen and love juices, panting raggedly.
"Hyun-seong... kiss me♥ Kiss♥"
Joo-young, too exhausted from countless creampies for any more roleplay, clung to me begging for kisses.
I indulged her, sweetly tangling our tongues.
"Mwah♥ Slurp♥ Sluuurp♥♥"
"Whew."
After finishing the kiss with Joo-young, I took a break from them, leaning on the sofa to catch my breath.
I'd gotten too carried away in the heat of the moment.
Maybe eat dinner after a short rest, I thought.
Ding-dong- Ding-dong-! Bang-bang-bang!
Suddenly, the doorbell rang insistently.
And someone was pounding on the door too. Who the hell at this hour?
"Who is it?"
Irritated, I answered, but the ringing and knocking continued.
"Is someone home on the third floor? I'm from the first floor!"
A familiar voice—but the last one I wanted to hear right now.
It was Miss Jeong Seung-ah.
Perfect timing.
"Master Hyun-seong, shall I go?"
Lizetta called from the kitchen where she was cleaning up. I shook my head.
"No. Better if I handle it."
Sending Lizetta out would just invite more misunderstandings.
"You two stay quiet here."
I threw on a robe hastily, whispered to the women, and headed to the door.
I straightened myself and opened it. Sure enough, Seung-ah stood there looking up at me.
Her lips trembled with visible anxiety.
"Seung-ah? What's up this late?"
Her shoulders flinched at my question.
"Ahem. Sorry for the late hour. It's just... it's so noisy from your place."
Her voice was barely a squeak, trembling as it trailed off.
"That bad?"
"The thumping started earlier, and I kept hearing what sounded like women's screams... My ceiling's echoing a lot. Can't sleep."
Her face turned beet red as she forced the words out.
She hung her head, fidgeting nervously with her hands—looking utterly pitiful.
"Ah, sorry about that, Seung-ah. Some friends came over after a while, and we got a bit rowdy. We'll be quieter."
She finally nodded slightly, relieved at my apology.
"Ah, n-no. Just... please keep it down a little..."
"Got it. Go on home."
If it reached from the third to first floor, yeah, we overdid it.
Next time with those two, better meet somewhere else.
Relieved it ended smoothly, I started closing the door.
"Assistant manager... water... please..."
Then a hazy voice came from right behind me, like she hadn't fully grasped the situation.
Turning, I saw Joo-young wandering near the entrance, nearly naked without proper clothes.
Dried semen marks still stained her body clearly.
"Ah...!"
A short scream burst from Jeong Seung-ah's mouth.
Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
As if to make it worse, Lizetta followed Joo-young out—maybe to stop her.
And behind her, Mi-na peeked out curiously, cat-ear headband and all.
"Wh-what is...!"
Seung-ah turned pale at the bizarre, lascivious scene before her.
A man visible through the door.
Two nearly naked women.
And another in a maid outfit.
I could guess exactly what was spinning in her head without asking.
Damn.
We're screwed.
"Kyaa! S-sorry! Excuse me!"
Jeong Seung-ah screamed and spun to flee.
Can't let her go like this! Rumors would spread like wildfire!
But how to clear this misunderstanding...?!
"Wait, Seung-ah! It's a misunderstanding! Let's talk...!"
"Let go! Pervert! I'm leaving! I'll call the cops!"
I grabbed her arm desperately, and she thrashed wildly to shake me off in panic.
What now? Use the hypnosis app?
But my phone was inside.
Right then.
Whoosh-!
Something shot past me.
Lizetta, who'd been by the shoe rack moments ago, blinked over to my side and lightly chopped Seung-ah's nape with her hand.
"Ugh...!"
With a short groan, Seung-ah collapsed unconscious. I barely caught her.
I gawked back and forth between the out-cold Seung-ah in my arms and the calmly dusting Lizetta, speechless.
"...What... was that, Lizetta?"
"Sorry. I acted on instinct... Didn't want things getting noisy."
Lizetta replied calmly, looking at me.
She said she was learning self-defense arts—guess it was true.
Enough to knock someone out in one hit?
Before the shock faded, Lizetta checked Seung-ah's pulse.
"She's alive, at least. Pulse is stable—good."
"That's not the issue here."
We'd put out the immediate fire, but...
"How should we handle her now, Master Hyun-seong?"
"Don't say it like you're gonna bury her if things go south."
In the heavy silence, I pressed my forehead. This had gotten messy.
"Bring her inside for now."
When she wakes... hypnosis first to wipe her memory, I guess.
Thought it'd be a fun weekend, but it's gone to hell from the start.