Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Fountain Challenge (2)
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[Squishy Swamp Zone] ─ Turns the designated location, a 3M radius area, into a swamp zone. A trap that was big if you considered it big, small if small.
I'd set it up in a secluded corner and herded Choi Da-eun right into it.
The result? Choi Da-eun got swallowed up by the swamp.
Maybe sensing the terror, she begged for her life in a way that was completely out of character for her.
I had no intention of killing her.
"P-Please...! Spare me...!"
Choi Da-eun surrendered of her own accord.
She set aside her pride and reached out to me with her arm.
True sadism—full-on masochistic tendencies—had never been my thing to begin with.
Stuff like waterboarding was way outside my strike zone, a deviant fetish at best.
The most I'd ever do was maybe a spanking.
I loved seeing her wince in pain as her hymen got pierced, or the frustrated, humiliated look on her face from being raped.
But watching her gasp for air, thrashing around on the verge of death, choking back sobs... that was hard to stomach.
Even if she hadn't begged, I was planning to pull her out right away.
I extended my hand to Choi Da-eun.
Her eyes widened as she grabbed it desperately.
I yanked her with all my strength.
Choi Da-eun clawed her way up my arm like it was a lifeline.
She pulled her entire body free from the swamp using just her upper body strength.
Since it wasn't a real swamp, her body didn't come out covered in filth or muck.
The moment I hauled Choi Da-eun out, the ground solidified again.
The trap was one-use only.
It had cost me five 'S-Coins,' and it was disposable.
But the effect was undeniable.
"Cough, cough! Cough, cough!"
Drained of all energy, Choi Da-eun couldn't even stand and hacked violently.
Tears welled up in the corners of her fierce, slitted eyes.
As if realizing how precious breath was, she repeatedly drew in deep gasps and exhaled.
I just watched her quietly.
I'd threatened to restrain and rape her while pulling her out, but seeing her struggle afterward made me think pushing it that far might be going too far.
Not that a rapist would think that way, but anyway.
"Huff, huff. Heave."
Once she caught her breath, Choi Da-eun snapped back to reality.
She groped the solid ground and looked up at me.
Her eyes brimmed with murderous intent.
"Da-eun, you okay? That must've scared you pretty bad."
"......"
Even to my concern-filled question, Choi Da-eun didn't soften her glare.
She looked like a cornered cat with her guard at maximum.
Like a mother cat prowling for a safe spot to give birth to her kittens.
'She's got a bit of a scared vibe too.'
I couldn't hide my smile.
The corners of my mouth twitched up on their own.
I approached her slowly.
Too exhausted to flee, Choi Da-eun hugged her breasts protectively in place.
She glared at me in a defensive stance.
"Da-eun, if you try to run from here on out, I'll shove you back into the swamp."
"...You fucking bastard!"
"Hey now, no bad language. In front of me, you only use nice, pretty words. How about we make some rules one by one? Rules that only apply in this room..."
Sounded like a good idea.
"Looks like we've got our first rule set."
Would Choi Da-eun actually follow my words?
Or would she rebel instead?
If I told her not to piss herself, she might spitefully do it anyway just to defy me.
Choi Da-eun was exactly the type.
"But if we set rules like this, whether you follow them or not, there's no upside for you, right? In society, break the law and you get punished. But for you, Da-eun, just being summoned here is punishment enough."
"...You know it, you fuck."
"So here's my idea: motivation. Make you want to follow the rules."
Choi Da-eun's face soured.
She didn't even need to speak—I could guess what she wanted to say.
'Fuck off, why should I, etc.'
But she couldn't bring herself to say it.
The near-death swamp experience held her back.
"You're pissed about the situation, huh? Can't send you back, though. My dick's set on cumming today. That'll be the punishment, the stick."
"......"
"Can't avoid the stick. Let me say it again: I'm going to fuck you, Da-eun. But I'll throw in some carrots. The kind you want, on days you follow the rules."
Metaphorical, of course.
She wasn't a literal donkey expecting actual carrots.
"Da-eun, you want to find me and kill me, right?"
What kind of carrot?
One so irresistible that Choi Da-eun couldn't refuse.
Like a starving donkey charging at it on sight.
"The mask's perception impairment means you can't even recognize my face. No DNA in the cum or hair. The voice modulator makes my voice sound so off you doubt it's real..."
"......"
Choi Da-eun clamped her mouth shut.
She swallowed her retort.
But she couldn't fully hide her expression.
She was agreeing with me.
It was all from the Taming App items and the Room functions.
She could feel it even without seeing it herself.
"The carrot: for Da-eun, who wants to track me down and kill me. I'll give you hints about myself. Irresistible offer, right? Makes you want to follow the rules now, doesn't it?"
"Shut up, you retard. You think I'll listen to you?"
"You could get info on me, but you're still not listening? Doesn't matter to me if you ignore me or not."
Choi Da-eun furrowed her brow, scowling.
She hated being dragged along like this.
"Plus, I saved you back there. Granted your request personally."
"...If you're unhappy, kill me, you piece of shit. Can't do it? You can't, right?"
"I can make you want to die, though. Like earlier."
I stared at Choi Da-eun intently and asked.
"Ready to endure? If you don't do as I ask, back into the swamp you go."
This was a bluff.
I'd already used the pricey one-shot trap, Squishy Swamp Zone.
No more traps left.
But it was enough pressure.
I could practically hear the gears turning in her head.
"Come here."
I beckoned to Choi Da-eun.
I didn't expect instant compliance.
"...Fuck off."
As expected, she braced against the floor and scooted backward.
Dragging herself away with her ass cheeks.
I took a step forward.
Closing the gap she'd created.
She couldn't flee all the way to the wall.
She hesitated even on a one-meter move, wary of another trap.
"We've got our game going too, remember? Send your opponent over the edge first, and you get a mid-grade potion. You know how hard it is to boost magic power."
My magic stat was a measly 6.
Barely raised that much with all-stat potions.
No natural growth from me—zero.
But a mid-grade potion bumped stats by a whopping 3.
A chance at that precious potion.
For the low cost of a handjob.
"You're the weird one, Da-eun. Offer this game to anyone else? They'd jump at it. Guys would charge right in."
Suppose I went out to Gwanghwamun Square right now.
Standing there waving a mid-grade potion, shouting I'd give it to whoever jerked off my dick and made me cum.
Some would suspect a scam.
No guarantee I'd hand over the potion I was holding.
But if I made it crystal clear there was no way to scam...
Almost every hunter in Gwanghwamun Square would come running.
Asking if they could grab my dick.
The desperate ones might roughly squeeze my balls without a word.
"You admit that much, right?"
"...Still not doing it, you fucking bastard."
"Why not?"
"You think I'm crazy enough to grab the dick of the guy who raped me? Willingly? I'd rather..."
Than touch my dick, she'd rather die.
She started to say it but trailed off.
Clamping her mouth shut without finishing.
"No handjob, then?"
"Never, you piece of shit."
"Cunt? Oh, you want me to do your pussy? Okay."
I pretended to roll up my sleeve and told Choi Da-eun.
"Fine, I'll finger your pussy then."
Middle and ring fingers folded, index and pinky extended straight.
The kind of hand gesture a rockstar might flash yelling rock 'n' roll.
Like Fleming's left-hand rule.
The pussy-fingering version of the golden three-point assault.
"G-Get away."
"I'll work hard to make you squirt, Da-eun. Gotta get that mid-grade potion."
"Stay back!"
"I'll give you the mid-grade potion."
Better for her to have it than me.
I was growing steadily anyway—no big need.
Choi Da-eun had stagnated over the past month.
So I planned to boost her.
To take her all the way, she needed to climb past C-Rank to A-Rank.
Choi Da-eun had endured every humiliation for Training Team 4.
Raised us like her own kids.
Now it was time for the grown son, Park Sun-woo, to protect her.
"Da-eun, you know running won't get you anywhere. Step in another swamp this time, and I won't save you."
Choi Da-eun ground her teeth, glaring at me.
No killing intent left.
She'd given up on fleeing, face twisted in misery.
Her thighs clenched together, but to me, it looked like half-ruined gates.