Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Confirmation (2)
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During the assault on the 4th floor dungeon, Polluted Sewer F Zone, Choi Da-eun struggled desperately to cool her constantly flushing cheeks.
She worked tirelessly to block out her senses and gather her emotions.
'Let's go home.'
Park Sun-woo took down the Chimera Slime.
With his overwhelming prowess on display, it was clear he was no mere F-Rank Hunter.
Unfortunately, Choi Da-eun had no spare attention for Park Sun-woo's skills.
She ought to be glad that one trash team member had finally shown some growth.
But she was far more preoccupied with the state of her own nipples.
She'd come wearing a baggy hoodie T-shirt, but every movement made her breasts rub wildly against the fabric.
Her hardened nipples were an unholy nuisance.
It wasn't pain—it was itchiness that reverberated straight to her lower belly, sending love juices trickling out.
So she wanted to wrap things up as fast as possible.
She'd disbanded the team the instant the dungeon conquest was done for exactly that reason.
💬 Milky Way Guild (32) — Choi Da-eun Team 4 dungeon conquest complete. 11:12 am — Hwang Deok-su Failed? 11:12 am Right after emerging from the Tower, Choi Da-eun posted the completion report in the Milky Way Guild group chat.
But her work wasn't over yet.
She still had to compile a full report based on the recorded footage to properly fulfill her role as team leader.
— Choi Da-eun Success. 11:12 am To Hwang Deok-su's question—which somehow sounded like he was hoping for failure—Choi Da-eun replied proudly with success.
She'd never once filed a completion report as "success" before.
It was the first time since she'd taken charge of the training teams at the Milky Way Guild.
This inexplicable swell of pride.
She'd endured humiliation because of Park Sun-woo all this time, and now her shoulders were lifting thanks to him.
It only made her feel even more fucked over.
Choi Da-eun headed straight home.
Her body reeked of rotting sewer stench.
She stripped off her clothes, tossed them in the washing machine, and made for the bathroom.
She turned on the shower and let the water cascade over her.
Whoosh, whoosh—.
"Hngh, haa."
The stream hit her nape and shattered.
Some droplets scattered, while others traced paths from her breasts down to her nipples.
Choi Da-eun let out a moan as the lewd sensations washed over her.
In this space empty save for herself, her tension melted away, and pleasure surged forth.
"Haaah…."
At some point, she clutched her breasts and kneaded them herself.
She masturbated, rubbing her hypersensitive nipples.
She couldn't relieve it no matter how hard she tried.
The aphrodisiac's effects were insanely potent—her rock-hard nipples showed no sign of softening.
Her jet-black hair glistened, soaked with water.
She stared intently at her reflection in the steam-fogged mirror.
Herself, pinching her erect nipples….
Her slender waist and rounded hips formed perfect, harmonious curves.
Her figure was a work of art worthy of the name.
Choi Da-eun herself felt nothing special seeing it daily, but to the countless men who stole glances at her, it was an insanely stimulating body.
Even a ninety-year-old geezer would pitch a tent.
Straight, toned thighs; a crotch thick with pubic hair; slim calves and ankles.
Her overall firm physique had its soft spots too.
The bit of belly fat protecting her womb seemed to assert her very reason for being.
"Fuck…."
She lathered up body wash and rubbed it over her skin.
When washing her breasts, she touched them gingerly.
"Ahng, ha-eung."
Even rinsing off the foam was a chore.
And drying herself afterward too.
She toweled off the water and dried her hair.
Then she suited up and headed to the Milky Way Guild office.
The stares poured in the moment she entered the office building.
"…Heard Training Team 4 cleared a dungeon?"
"Them on the 4th floor? No way."
"Beats me."
Half the gazes came from men harboring desire for Choi Da-eun; the other half from those jealous and envious of her abilities.
On any normal day, she'd have strode in even more arrogantly.
'The shirt keeps brushing against them.'
Uncharacteristically, Choi Da-eun hunched her shoulders.
She could play confident in front of Training Team 4 without showing it.
But in the Milky Way Guild office? Too much.
Her stiff nipples made every step feel awkward.
"No way it's true."
"Honestly, Training Team 4's just been budget-sucking trash for six months straight."
"Why does the Master keep propping them up? Makes no sense."
Whispers drifted from all around.
She could hear every word.
But something felt off.
They all seemed to be staring at her breasts.
She was wearing a bra.
Her nipples shouldn't protrude.
Must be her imagination.
Forcing her flushed face under control, Choi Da-eun sat at her desk.
She hammered out the report.
The keyboard clacks rang out bright and cheerful.
She planned to finish quick and head home.
Photos of the Chimera Slime's corpse, acquired items, battle logs—she detailed it all.
Was the content bloating? Probably just her imagination.
The more she wrote, the more she wanted to add.
'Done.'
Print it out, submit it, and she was free.
As a mid-sized guild, reports went straight to Guild Master Hwang Deok-su.
Choi Da-eun headed to the master's office.
She didn't want to face him, but she had no choice.
"…Training Team 4 succeeded in the dungeon conquest… Tsk, that's some real progress?"
Hwang Deok-su was genuinely impressed as he checked the Training Team 4 report.
He'd never imagined the trash-heap team could clear a 4th-floor dungeon.
Let alone actually pull it off.
He needed to read Choi Da-eun's report in detail.
"Alright, you're dismissed."
"…Yes."
Choi Da-eun looked off somehow.
His instincts warned him: don't touch her today.
Choi Da-eun went straight home.
She'd spent the whole afternoon in the Milky Way Guild office.
Now she could finally rest—or so she thought.
A nagging feeling she'd forgotten something.
"Ah, fuck."
The man who'd raped her—that trash—could pull his shit anytime, anywhere.
She couldn't relax even if she wanted to.
She clutched the Thorn Whip to her chest.
Resistance was pointless from the moment he summoned her.
But she couldn't just roll over and take it.
That wasn't in Choi Da-eun's nature.
She'd land one solid hit somehow.
Even if the pain rebounded on her, even if she vomited blood and foamed at the mouth and passed out—she absolutely wouldn't bend to what the trash wanted.
No way.
'…Genes. Got to check the semen to ID the bastard.'
Every Korean hunter had their genes registered with the Hunter Association.
Fingerprints would work too.
To get close to him, she'd have to take his semen inside her this time, no matter what.
One step back for a hundred steps forward.
Choi Da-eun gritted her teeth and waited for his summons.
And that very night.
The bastard summoned Choi Da-eun as if it were the most natural thing.
Park Sun-woo.
"…That fucking prick again…!"
She'd expected it, but that didn't make it any less infuriating.
Curses flew the instant she saw the masked face.
"Hello?"
He wore a half-mask that left his lower face fully exposed.
A bit of his hairline peeked out, but it was still hard to make out who he was.
'Not some ordinary mask.'
Hunter-grade gear, no doubt.
The only problem was using it for this bullshit.
She gripped the Thorn Whip's handle tight and slammed it into the floor with all her might.
The coiled whip snapped open with a vicious whoosh.
"Whoa."
"You fucker, just try coming closer."
Her threats wouldn't faze him.
Deep down, she knew she couldn't beat the man.
In her eyes, he was at least B-Rank.
A mere C-Rank like her couldn't do jack against him.
"Still got that sharp tongue. Must've been rough with the aphrodisiac, but you're just like always. Love it."
"…You fuck…! Do you even know what I went through because of that—that aphrodisiac…."
A scene flashed through Choi Da-eun's mind.
The man groping her breasts openly: Park Sun-woo.
His touch still lingered.
She hurriedly hugged her chest, glaring warily at him.
Her massive breasts nestled snugly into one arm.
Nipples still rigid.
"Hngh!"
"Eh, not curious what happened. Only thing I wanna know is the state of Da-eun's tits… That's it."
The man grinned and closed in on Choi Da-eun.
The moment he took a step, the whip lashed hard at his feet.
Crack—!
On normal flooring, it would've gouged out a chunk.
But this wasn't a normal room.
A special space where even a C-Rank Hunter like Choi Da-eun's power meant nothing.
"…Fuck, what the hell is this? Why use something like this for shit like that?"
She couldn't fathom the man's thinking.
And he had no intention of explaining.
So all Choi Da-eun could do was resist as best she could before inevitably getting taken.
"My business."
The man brushed it off casually and drew closer.
This time, he kicked off the floor and seized her by the throat.
Choi Da-eun evaded the grip.
She twisted her lithe waist and whipped her leg upward.
Thwack—!
"Guh!"
Choi Da-eun had kicked.
Choi Da-eun took damage.
All attacks nullified—and reflected back.
The jaw-punch impact sent her reeling; she blacked out briefly and crumpled.
The man didn't miss the opening.
He bypassed her defenselessly splayed legs and yanked off her bra first.
Pink nipples stood stiff and proud.
"Ooh, jackpot."
The man admired the perky, exposed nipples.
Gave them a gentle prod.
Choi Da-eun's eyes snapped open in an instant.
"Ngh, fuck!"
Roused by the unfamiliar touch and all-too-familiar pleasure, she scrambled to flip over.
She couldn't just lie there and take his hands.
"Give it up. The more you flail, the worse it is for you."
"Shut your fucking mouth! Hands off?!"
Choi Da-eun flailed her legs, kicking at the man's body.
Thud, smack!
It was like pounding her own chest and gut, but she didn't stop.
The man clamped down hard on her nipple.
A moan threatened to escape, so she kept kicking.
Thud, smack!
"Keup, hup!"
At least the pain helped.
Without it, she'd have moaned without realizing.
She wouldn't feel his touch.
She absolutely wouldn't let out the kind of moans he'd love.
Lips clamped shut, leg raised high—for his head…!
That instant, the man seized her erect nipple and twisted.
Thumb and index finger: pinch.
"Haaaang!"
Her legs wouldn't rise.
Wouldn't move.
"Huaaah, ang!"
Choi Da-eun tasted an orgasm unlike any she'd known and sobbed.
Pleasure no human willpower could withstand.
"Ooh, nice."
It felt like only her nipple nerves were alive.
The rest of her body had frozen solid.
Naturally, she couldn't control her bladder either.
Dribble, dribble.
Her freshly climaxed pussy began to leak uncontrollably.
Her panties soaked through.
"Haa, haa, haa!"
Choi Da-eun stared at the man with eyes full of fear.
The unfamiliar pleasure terrified her too much.