Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: Confirmation (4)
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Thwack, smack!
The man didn't stop after just once.
He unleashed all the pent-up frustration he'd bottled up until now, going at it with wild abandon.
Even when the floor was soaked with her juices and his cum, he showed no signs of stopping.
As long as blood still rushed to his cock, he had no intention of resting.
He kept thrusting relentlessly.
"Hngh, hup!"
Choi Da-eun's pussy was loosening up bit by bit.
She was starting to adapt to the insertion, getting used to the foreign sensation.
His cock slid in and out dozens of times, and her inner walls began reacting in kind.
Choi Da-eun panted for breath, her ass thrust out toward the man.
She was being fucked in doggy style—what the vulgar called a rear entry.
She put every ounce of effort into holding back her moans, doing something she knew would please him.
She clamped her mouth shut and bowed her head low.
Plap! Plap!
"No need to hold back your moans. I already know you're hooked on my cock, Da-eun."
Choi Da-eun wanted to kill the man who was spouting whatever nonsense suited him.
Even though she insisted she hadn't felt a thing, he refused to believe her.
He rambled on with outrageous claims, especially insisting she'd been begging for his cum.
It shook her mentally.
'That was just something I had to do to catch this bastard!'
She hadn't truly wanted his child or for him to cum deep in her womb.
Yet the man latched onto that exact point and wouldn't let go.
"Your pussy's clenching so tight, Da-eun."
"...Fuck, you bastard! Stop teasing... Hngh!"
"I'm not teasing. This is the highest praise a man can give a woman."
"You fucking... Haang!"
Just as she was about to spit another curse, he slammed his hips forward.
Grabbing her ass with both hands, he thrust with all his might.
He pounded her plump cheeks, stabbing as deep as he could.
Thwack, smack!
"Haaak!"
A dry moan escaped her parched throat, cracked open from thirst.
She hadn't had a drop to drink while he ravaged her, leaving her voice hoarse and raspy.
"Next time, I should bring some water."
"...Don't need it! Hngh! Aaang!"
"I never said I would."
"Eup!"
Choi Da-eun wanted to rip her own mouth apart.
In her rush to refute everything he said, she'd accidentally blurted out something that sounded eager.
It was more humiliating than the fucking itself.
Pleased by her reaction, the man stroked her ass and snapped his hips.
The glans, hooked at her entrance, plunged straight to her womb in an instant.
Pang, pang!
"Here it comes, Da-eun. The cum you love so much! I'll fill your womb right up!"
"Hngh, hng! Haaak!"
The man picked up speed.
His cock, which had been pumping in steady rhythm, now pistoned faster and faster.
'Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuck...!'
Choi Da-eun gritted her teeth.
She kept repeating in her head that she was being forced, as she took his seed.
Splat, splat!
"Huuu, haa. Feels so good, Da-eun."
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
"Your pussy squeezing me tight... Ohhh! It's like it was made just for milking cum...! The walls wriggling along my cock...!"
With his cock buried inside her, the man's body shuddered.
He slammed his massive shaft to the hilt, grinding his heavy balls against her ass, muttering to himself.
'Fucking disgusting, damn it.'
This moment of cumming into a female's womb.
Males were at their most vulnerable.
'So annoying...!'
But Choi Da-eun couldn't attack him.
Even while ejaculating, the man maintained a perfect defensive stance.
A barrier that automatically reflected all attacks.
To subdue him, she had to deal with that first.
"Hoo, that was good."
He sprayed his cum deep into Choi Da-eun's womb.
After practically injecting it, the man let out a satisfied breath and pulled out.
He'd enjoyed sex to the limits of his stamina.
He'd cum inside her pussy multiple times.
Thanks to that, her pubic hair was matted with semen.
It was practically glued down.
His cock was bubbling with frothy white foam.
"Da-eun."
The man suddenly called out to her.
She figured since he had no more cum left, he'd finally send her back.
'He wants to go again?'
Still sprawled face-down on the floor, Choi Da-eun pretended not to hear him.
There was no reason to listen or obey.
Smack-!
"Kyaaak!"
"Ooh..."
The man slapped her ass.
Then he stared blankly at his hand.
The lingering sensation in his palm—the satisfying smack—drew a gasp of admiration from him.
Choi Da-eun jolted upright, head snapping back as a dizzying pleasure shot through her, glaring at him.
"Fuck, why'd you hit me! You bastard...!"
"Da-eun, time to clean up."
"...Clean?"
Without thinking, Choi Da-eun's gaze drifted downward.
His groin, sticky and clumped with cum and her juices.
His limp balls and filthy cock...
Choi Da-eun interpreted "clean" in her own twisted way.
'...This fucking bastard. Is he telling me to suck that clean?'
There were just too many sources of smut out there.
Porn, hentai, even erotic novels.
Choi Da-eun was a twenty-seven-year-old adult woman.
To be honest, she knew it all—or close enough.
In terms of knowledge alone, she deserved a PhD.
In this situation, "clean" could only mean post-sex cock cleaning.
But her opponent wasn't ordinary either.
"Da-eun? I said clean up."
"......"
The man jumped to his feet and headed to the corner.
There stood a silver bucket—commonly called a bucket.
And a mop—what folks knew as a mop.
...He brought them over and handed them to Choi Da-eun.
"What are you doing."
"You... fucking psycho."
For the first time that day, Choi Da-eun felt true fear.
"Scrub it clean."
"...Fuck."
"Block your pussy with mana, properly."
She followed his orders.
Dragging her trembling legs, she mopped the floor.
She wiped up the scattered cum, the puddles of her juices, spotless.
"Good enough."
With those words, Choi Da-eun could finally return home.
"...Bastard."
It was utterly humiliating.
A completely different feeling from being raped.
Just a little while ago, she never dreamed she'd be raped.
She thought that was rock bottom.
To sink even lower, forced to clean up their sex traces herself...
Her hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.
Being mindlessly fucked over and over seemed better by comparison.
It was enough to drive her insane.
"Huff, huff."
Her breathing grew ragged.
With furious steps, she stormed into the bathroom.
Squatting on the floor, Choi Da-eun released the mana blocking the flow of semen.
It trickled down her inner walls.
She positioned a soft plastic potion bottle at her pussy entrance.
Carefully collecting the cum.
He'd shot so much that a 20ml potion bottle filled right up.
"Ugh, fuuuck."
After filling one 20ml bottle, she let the rest drain away.
The filthy semen, all down the drain.
The next morning dawned.
Choi Da-eun, up early, called in sick and headed straight to the gene testing center.
Without hesitation, she submitted the semen sample for analysis.
Normally, you'd need the donor's consent.
But as a rape victim, she was in a special circumstance.
She could demand the test.
"It'll take about a week."
"Make sure the results are accurate. Whose semen it is?"
"If there are impurities mixed in, the match rate drops, so it might not be definitive."
"......"
The only impurity was her own juices.
'If this doesn't work, I'll aim for the next chance.'
The bastard would come for her again.
She wasn't thrilled to be "approved" in that way, but...
She had to exploit his interest in her.
To catch him, Choi Da-eun would do anything.
On the way there and back, she gathered hunter intel.
Searching for skills related to shields that defended and reflected all attacks.
Hunter Factory had info on everything.
'No such skill...?'
There were similar ones.
Among registered skills, "Sacred Barrier, Power of the Mirror" shared properties with trash-tier strength.
A defensive skill that blocked one enemy attack.
Any attack—even instant-death damage—reflected once.
Thus, it was ranked EX—Extra.
Owner: Japan's S-Rank Hunter Yuuki.
Did the masked trash have this skill?
Choi Da-eun shook her head.
Yuuki and the masked bastard—body types completely different.
No way they were the same person.
Even if the mask had perception-blocking, the gap was huge.
It wasn't in Hunter Factory.
A cheat combo of reflection and barrier—she figured even basic info would be there.
But scouring from the last page yielded nothing.
'A newly acquired unique skill?'
Entirely possible.
Hunter Factory was human-run, not 100% complete.
Some hunters didn't register their skills.
A-Ranks hid their aces; S-Ranks even more so.
Choi Da-eun bit her lip hard.
Her rage toward the masked trash heated her body.
Her lower belly throbbed fiercely.
If she weren't C-Rank, her sore pussy would've left her unable to walk.
'I'll find him somehow and kill him.'
Grinding her teeth, she wrenched the steering wheel.
She'd taken sick leave anyway.
Might as well rest fully for the day.
She hadn't slept properly thanks to him...
Back home, Choi Da-eun stripped off her suit and dove into bed.
Too sleepy to bother with pajamas.
'...The aphrodisiac effect's gone?'
Since the sex with the masked bastard, her nipples had settled down.
It had been exhausting, inconvenient, the worst.
She saw it as good news.
"Haa..."
Annoying, so annoying.
She wanted to kill him ASAP.
Hoping that day would come soon, Choi Da-eun welcomed sweet sleep.
And sooner than expected—the very next day.
She got the semen test results.
— Sorry. This is a first for us too...
"What do you mean."
She was grinding her teeth so hard it felt like she'd need dentures early.
Choi Da-eun growled.
"...No genes, so the test failed?"
— Yes.
At the researcher's words, Choi Da-eun hurled her smartphone.
— ...S-sorry.
The innocent researcher apologized.
Choi Da-eun was in no state to hear anything.
"Aaaargh! Aaaaaaaargh! Fuck, fuck! Fucking hell!"
Her meltdown continued until the downstairs neighbor complained about the noise.
The researcher had to listen to it all in real time.