Chapter 86
Chapter 86
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 86
Chapter Title: A Familiar Man (1)
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Mana Contract. A contract used by hunters when trading with each other or in similar situations.
It was characterized by a subtle blue glow.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ A Mana Contract is completely different from an ordinary contract. The moment it's signed, it links directly to the Hunter Interface, making it binding even on hunters. Even S-Rank Hunters who scoff at national authority couldn't ignore a Mana Contract. The day after the Haetae Guild successfully cleared the 47th floor and returned, Choi Da-eun was summoned by the masked trash.
Unlike usual, the masked trash was dressed in a suit.
The Mana Contract was still a contract, but it seemed like he was trying to set some kind of mood on his own.
To Choi Da-eun, it was just utterly ridiculous.
"Take a look, Da-eun."
"……."
Choi Da-eun sat across from the masked trash and carefully examined the Mana Contract he'd brought.
She checked meticulously whether it was genuine or fake.
[Mana Contract] ─ A contract imbued with mana. Through the Hunter Interface, it wouldn't even take a second to verify.
Yet she still felt suspicious for some reason.
She checked the front and back, held it up to the light, even dampened it with water.
She tried every method she knew.
The masked trash watched her fussing alone with a steady gaze, then grinned.
"Fakes don't get wet with water, but real Mana Contracts are protected by mana, so they don't."
"…Shut your fucking mouth, you reek of breath."
Choi Da-eun glared at the masked trash.
His face pissed her off every time she saw it.
She didn't even know what he looked like, but it still drove her insane.
It was so bad that even chatty Park Sun-woo started feeling cute by comparison.
'Spending ten minutes with this guy is worse than a full 24-hour date with Park Sun-woo! Way worse! A hundred, a thousand times worse!'
Park Sun-woo was the better option.
If two choices appeared before her right now, she'd pick Park Sun-woo without a second thought.
'Who'd have thought the day would come when I think of Park Sun-woo as the decent one.'
The mask he wore blurred his features.
Choi Da-eun's abilities couldn't pierce the mask's effect—the perception impairment option.
She knew nothing about him, not his genes, not anything.
And she had no way to uncover his identity.
'…I have no choice but to sign it.'
The only thing Choi Da-eun could lean on was the game the masked trash had proposed.
"How do we decide the terms?"
Choi Da-eun set the verified genuine Mana Contract down on the table.
She crossed her arms, propping up her breasts, and glared at the masked trash.
"We'll fill it in step by step. Include only the essentials, cut out anything meaningless. You remember all the suggestions I made to you, right, Da-eun? I think that's plenty."
The masked trash wrote down Article 1.
His handwriting wasn't particularly pretty.
If she had to grade it, it was close to pure chicken scratch.
1. Choi Da-eun must follow the rules I set to the best of her ability. She may refuse depending on the situation.
2. Choi Da-eun must follow my commands to the best of her ability. She may refuse depending on the situation.
This was clearly supposed to be a contract, yet he'd written himself as "I."
He wasn't right in the head.
3. If Choi Da-eun faithfully performs the assigned role, I will provide her with compensation.
3-1. Compensation is limited to items, equipment, or information.
The masked trash left blank spaces throughout and passed her the pen.
He gave her authority to define the scope of rules, commands, roles, compensation—everything.
'No matter what I write, it's all in this bastard's palm.'
It was hopeless.
A situation that just made her sigh.
Choi Da-eun filled in the blanks with the clauses she wanted.
To snap his neck, she had to sacrifice just as much, so she was inserting her own poison pills.
The masked trash skimmed the content and asked, sounding concerned.
"Can you handle it?"
"……."
The corners of his mouth curved gracefully.
A smile plastered on his face.
Disgusting bastard, pathetic fuck, dogshit prick.
Choi Da-eun glared at him as she steeled her resolve.
'No matter what bullshit he pulls, I can't stop him from fucking me.'
She didn't want to admit it, but she had to.
She had to set aside everything and sharpen her blade.
To exaggerate a bit, he was like a god in how badly the situation favored him.
She couldn't do anything about getting raped by him right now.
Unless she tracked down the masked trash and tore him apart, this hell wouldn't end.
All of this was to find him.
With the mindset of sacrificing the small for the greater good, Choi Da-eun resolved to discard her pride.
4. Choi Da-eun must unconditionally perform commands related to physical contact. If refused, her stats will permanently decrease by 1.
5. The trash must pay compensation every time he ejaculates due to Choi Da-eun.
5-1. Compensation will be information as desired by Choi Da-eun.
6. The trash must pay compensation every time he issues a physical contact command to Choi Da-eun.
6-1. Compensation will be information as desired by Choi Da-eun.
Choi Da-eun set down the pen.
A nonverbal signal that she was done.
The masked trash picked up the rolling pen and muttered.
"This feels like too much of a loss for me."
He added 5-2 below 5-1.
Choi Da-eun frowned upon seeing the content.
5-2. Information will be provided in Q&A format. When Choi Da-eun asks a question, I will answer. Only the truth must be spoken, and if it's not, my stats will decrease by 1.
6-2. (Same as above)
"That's fine, right?"
"Like fucking hell it is."
The scope of compensation had narrowed drastically.
She couldn't let it slide; it felt like a raw deal.
Choi Da-eun scribbled out the last sentence and scrawled a new penalty.
"Isn't this too much?"
5-2. (Details omitted). Only the truth must be spoken, and if it's not, the trash will be unable to get an erection for one week.
6-2. (Same as above)
"What're you gonna do about it."
Mana Contract penalties could be weaponized as information too.
She realized it a bit late and slipped it in slyly.
A stat decrease of 1 was hard to notice whether it happened or not.
Practically impossible.
But erectile dysfunction? That was a penalty that jumped out at you.
It made it easy to tell if he'd spoken truth or lies.
'If he can't get it up, I can block the sex he loves so much.'
For Choi Da-eun, it was like gaining a full week of freedom.
It was a clause that handled both offense and defense.
She could add a condition to make the penalty visible, but she didn't bother.
Get too nitpicky, and the whole Mana Contract might get invalidated.
This was purely entertainment for his pleasure.
She had to play along to his tune to make the contract happen.
Even if she'd thrown away her pride and resolved herself, if he just scrapped it all, it'd be for nothing.
No choice but to bow her head.
"…Well, as long as he just tells the truth, it's fine. Not a bad deal."
The masked trash accepted the Mana Contract without further changes.
The moment Choi Da-eun signed, an irrevocable unfair contract was established.
"Ah, hold on a sec."
The masked trash added one final clause.
6. The contract applies only within the Room.
"…Damn, so close, fuck."
Choi Da-eun let out a heavy sigh and signed.
Blue mana enveloped the two of them, sealing the absolute contract.
"Now that we've both done our parts…"
The masked trash stripped off his suit in one go.
His limp dick flopping as he approached Choi Da-eun.
"Shall we check your homework first, Da-eun?"
The homework the masked trash had assigned was fellatio practice.
Practice blowjobs before the next summoning—that's what he'd given her as "homework."
About a week had passed since then.
"…I didn't do it. I don't know how, you fucking bastard."
Of course, Choi Da-eun hadn't done the homework.
There was no reason to nicely follow his orders.
They hadn't signed the Mana Contract back then, so there was no enforcement.
'How the fuck am I supposed to practice that alone?'
Could a woman practice fellatio by herself?
Impossible.
Sex is something men and women enjoy together.
Without a dick attached, there were limits to practicing blowjobs.
Licking and sucking something dick-shaped wasn't proper practice.
"Huh, I clearly said it was homework. Didn't expect you to skip it. Guess I have to punish you now…"
He pondered for a moment.
"According to the Mana Contract, you have to unconditionally follow physical contact orders, right? Skipping straight ahead would dock your stats, though. That feels a bit much."
"…Give me time."
Choi Da-eun widened her eyes and glared at him.
"…I'll practice and come back."
The masked trash clamped his mouth shut.
He frowned, clearly dissatisfied with the situation.
"What kind of punishment for Da-eun who didn't do her homework?"
"…I said I'll practice, you fucking bastard?"
"Ahem, hmm."
The masked trash mulled over a way to scold her.
Then, as if struck by inspiration, he snapped his fingers and grinned widely.
"Da-eun, then I'll give you some harder homework."
His smile was unsettlingly ominous for some reason.
Choi Da-eun's expression hardened as she heard the revised homework.
Then she exploded.
"You fucking shithead!"
Bring proof that she'd practiced fellatio?
Not with cucumbers, eggplants, or dildos—but a video proving she'd practiced on a real dick?
"If you don't do the homework properly…"
The masked trash proposed a punishment.
"I'll make you shit in front of me."
"……!"
Choi Da-eun tensed up completely.