Chapter 67
Chapter 67
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: New Guild (1)
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Lee Eun-seo is a monster.
A boozehound. Alcohol Moby Dick.
She sent that ferocious Choi Da-eun straight to the grave.
Compared to other hunters, she drinks too damn well, people said.
Turns out Lee Eun-seo was the champ.
In drinking bouts, she's no F-Rank Hunter—she's an S-Rank drunkard.
"Ahhhh..."
Choi Da-eun had gone toe-to-toe with that Lee Eun-seo and gotten utterly plastered.
Played for a fool by an S-Rank drunkard, she'd reached the point where she couldn't even walk on her own.
In this state, she wouldn't notice if someone carried her off.
"Sun-woo oppa."
Lee Eun-seo called out to me.
And dumped the dead-drunk Choi Da-eun on me.
I had no idea what the hell she was thinking.
"Da-eun unnie, you like the team leader, right?"
Lee Eun-seo was a monster, a boozehound, and a conch chef to boot.
She served up a steaming bowl of appetizing conch.
Then winked at me.
I finally got what her game was.
This girl had the wrong idea about me and Choi Da-eun.
So in her twisted way, she was trying to push us together with this nonsense.
Some perverts get off on playing matchmaker. That was Lee Eun-seo.
Did I like Choi Da-eun?
Hard to say.
I felt pretty far from "like."
Whenever I saw Choi Da-eun, my hands and feet shook uncontrollably.
Call it post-traumatic stress disorder. PTSD.
Thanks to the Taming App, I'd recovered a lot, but it wasn't fully gone.
Every time Choi Da-eun got mad, my back went ramrod straight and my balls clenched tight.
I couldn't control that spinal reflex kicking in without warning.
Were those feelings something you could call love?
There were way too many shortcomings to label it love.
This wasn't love.
In my personal opinion, it was closer to sticky love-hate than unconditional love.
Or maybe my sexual tastes ran masochistic after all.
If Lee Eun-seo asked if I loved Choi Da-eun, I'd hesitate and say no.
But if she asked if I wanted to make Choi Da-eun mine, I'd answer yes without a second thought.
I had no intention of letting Choi Da-eun go.
With the power of the Taming App, I wanted to subjugate her completely under my cock.
Right now, Choi Da-eun had no time for emotional games like love.
She was devoting every ounce of her mind to catching and killing the masked man who raped her.
'She'll never figure out that it's me.'
That was probably why I couldn't answer Lee Eun-seo straight away.
Did I have a guy on my mind? Yeah, I did.
A man I wanted to kill so badly I'd sell my soul to the devil for it.
"Team leader, snap out of it."
I supported Choi Da-eun.
Lee Eun-seo had dumped her on me—Choi Da-eun, mixed perfectly with seasoning (alcohol) like real-deal conch pussy. Her scent seeped deep into my lungs through my nostrils.
The two devils in my head started brawling.
—Fuck her! Just fuck her!
There was the hardliner, the one saying fuck first and think later.
—Since when do you think things through? This isn't like you!
The bastard parasitizing my brain was trash-talking me.
—No, it's dangerous. You can get closer to Choi Da-eun and fuck her later.
There was the moderate, saying no need to push it.
—Fucking her would feel great, sure. But hold back. This is reality—you'll fuck everything up...!
Fucking Choi Da-eun in real life, not in the Taming Room.
That meant one thing.
'I'd be Choi Da-eun's first real man!'
Given Choi Da-eun's personality, she probably didn't count her encounters with the masked man.
Let me rephrase.
Sex with the masked man wasn't romance.
It was merciless rape, never love between a man and a woman.
In other words, Choi Da-eun had never had sex with someone she loved.
Zero experience with a lover. A 66% pure virgin pussy that had only lost its hymen (body) out of heart-skill-body...
'Gotta fuck this one good.'
On the day the world ends, some plant apple trees.
On a good day to die, I should sow something too.
So I'd plant my seed in Choi Da-eun's womb.
—Yeah, that's you! Pussy right there—you can't back down as a man!
—This is gonna end bad... Y-you wanna go to jail?! You think Choi Da-eun will let it slide?!
The two devils fought it out.
Not even angel and devil—both were devils.
Devils with no option of sending Choi Da-eun home unfucked.
"Ugh, urk..."
"......"
I draped Choi Da-eun's arm over my shoulder and wrapped my arm around her waist.
Using the fireman's carry from my army days, I started hauling her along with vigor.
I'm a hunter.
A hunter with strength over 30.
One woman was no sweat.
"Urp..."
No matter how strong I was, full service points were out of reach.
Hauling a drunk and carrying them comfortably were different beasts.
Choi Da-eun was dry-heaving.
Then came the gulp as she swallowed it down.
We'd cleared one hurdle.
"Fuck."
I fireman's-carried Choi Da-eun into some motel.
It looked suspicious as hell.
"Room if you got one."
I shoved my card at the counter.
Cost be damned—just hurry.
Get the room first.
Felt like transporting a ticking time bomb.
Even facing the 10th-floor boss 'Wounded Mermaid Warrior' hadn't tensed me this much.
"......"
No response from the counter.
I got it—hauling a drunk girl like luggage screamed shady.
"She might puke here."
"Urp..."
To show her state, I jostled her a bit near the counter.
Choi Da-eun clamped her mouth and heaved.
"H-here."
Got the keycard quick.
No one wants to see someone puke right in front of them, even if it means dodging trouble.
I got the clerk's about-face.
Straight to the elevator.
Checked the room number.
Before it hit the floor, Choi Da-eun started panting.
"Urp, urk!"
"...Fuck."
She hurled spectacularly.
Once the dam broke, it was done.
Hot vomit soaked my back.
I stood there dumbfounded, like hearing my house was on fire, or a farmer chuckling bitterly at locusts feasting in his field.
My back warmed up as my dick went ice-cold.
Good lord.
Sex turning me off? Never thought I'd see the day.
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Birds live even in the city.
Not down to the sewers maybe, but you hear chirps from somewhere.
The sun rose.
Sunlight poured in from the motel window.
"Ugh..."
Blinded by the piercing light, Choi Da-eun squinted and came to.
Her head throbbed like someone had smashed it in the night.
No joke—it felt like it might split in half.
"Ahh."
Choi Da-eun clutched her forehead and sat up.
Feeling around, she found a big lump.
Like she'd headbutted a pole on the way home.
"......"
But something was off.
A strange smell wafted from her body.
The blanket felt totally different.
That's when Choi Da-eun realized where she was.
'...A motel!'
Never been to one, but media gave her the gist.
So she pieced it together fast.
'Fuck, who with?!'
Couldn't have come alone.
She checked for presence beside her.
Whoever it was, she planned to kill them.
And there lay the bastard she'd always wanted to kill, sprawled out.
Propped on his hand, staring right at her.
What excuse would he spew?
Whatever it was, the verdict was set.
No leniency. Fuck that.
Park Sun-woo spoke.
"Awake, babe?"
"You fucking bastard...!"
Talent for pissing her off from word one.
Choi Da-eun reared her arm to smash his head.
That instant, Park Sun-woo flashed his smartphone screen.
His reaction speed was impressive—real growth.
Not even buckling against C-Rank Hunter Choi Da-eun.
"Video?"
A full 30 minutes long.
What gave him the balls to shove this at her?
Thought it'd save him?
Choi Da-eun snorted at his desperation.
"Fine, let's see it."
If she'd been a virgin, she might not have stayed this cool.
Rape victim, rape veteran—multiple priors.
Those experiences kept her rational.
She played the video.
The speaker was Park Sun-woo.
In his POV.
—Fuck.
Park Sun-woo cursed as he dumped the plastered Choi Da-eun.
Practically flung her onto the bed.
Definitely her.
But she looked like a stranger.
Face-down on the bed—so unfamiliar.
—Da-eun noona, you'll freak out tomorrow, right? If you're naked? So I'm leaving evidence.
"......"
Choi Da-eun yanked the motel blanket to cover herself.
Bra and panties gone—she realized she was buck naked.
Video Park Sun-woo stripped.
Vomit stains clear as day—grimace on sight.
—Fucking hell...
He did laundry.
Dry overnight, wearable by morning.
—Urk, urk!
—Please stop...
Video Choi Da-eun lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.
And started puking in that position.
"...Turn it off."
Video Park Sun-woo wiped her face.
Cleaning the mess like an archaeologist unearthing an artifact.
Park Sun-woo stripped Choi Da-eun.
Had to wash for tomorrow, no choice.
—Gotta pee.
—Where you going, where, you fucking bitch...!
Just topless for now.
Then Choi Da-eun bolted up.
"Turn it off, fucker!"
"Why? This is the highlight."
Real-life Choi Da-eun decided to forgive him.
Didn't feel like she'd been raped all night.
Enough for leniency.
"Delete it, you bastard."
Choi Da-eun growled, glaring at Park Sun-woo.
He ignored her, kept playing.
"See why I had to pull off your pants and panties? It's coming up."
Sudden bolt-up in the video—her running to the bathroom.
Why did that memory surface now?
"Delete it, you bastard!"
Choi Da-eun bellowed.
Face beet red, flailing to snatch his phone.
But no dice.
Naked, couldn't leave the blanket.
Out of her reach, Park Sun-woo kept it going.
—Puke, piss... shit next and we're done.
Video Park Sun-woo scrubbing the floor with a towel.
"Stop, stop. Please turn it off..."
"Did you stop when I told you to, team leader? You puked, pissed everywhere, total shitshow!"
"You bastard, I was drunk!"
"Watch nicely. See how much I suffered till dawn."
"Stoooop!"
Choi Da-eun plugged her ears, buried her face in the bedding.
Couldn't bear seeing her own disgrace anymore.