Chapter 97
Chapter 97
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 97
Chapter Title: Green Pepper (1)
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After wrapping up my meeting with Haetae Guild Master Lee Hae-wan, I headed back home.
I didn't have much to say to Lee Hae-wan, but I was pretty satisfied with getting to see Han So-ra.
'...I told you to cut him off, so why didn't you listen?'
I got home and stripped off my clothes.
After washing away the sticky grime from my body, I killed some time.
"Ah, so you're planning to bring it up later, huh?"
Lee Hae-wan was the Haetae Guild Master, and Han So-ra was a Haetae Guild member.
Both held important positions in the raid party.
As long as Han So-ra stayed in Haetae Guild, we'd inevitably clash at every turn.
But to draw a line right in front of Park Sun-woo, a third party who wasn't even guild staff?
Ask him to back off?
That would've made Guild Master Lee Hae-wan look like a complete idiot.
It wasn't something you could brush off as just rude.
From Han So-ra's perspective, putting it off made sense.
'Of course, I'm all for it.'
I hoped Han So-ra would cut Lee Hae-wan loose in whatever way suited her best—ideally within a week.
[Choi Da-eun] — Hey, did you mute notifications?
[Choi Da-eun] — Even if you're meeting Han So-ra, this is too much, damn it.
[Choi Da-eun] — Is replying once that hard?
While meeting Han So-ra, I'd skimmed through the messages Choi Da-eun had sent.
Just looking at them made me chuckle.
Not some house cat with separation anxiety—why was she acting like this?
'Maybe she's more dog than cat?'
Anyway, I'd replied before showering.
And it had been 30 minutes with no response.
The unread 1 hadn't disappeared, so she must've decided to straight-up ignore me.
It was about time to summon Choi Da-eun for a homework check.
But summoning her now felt awkward.
If I'd left her a fellatio video yesterday, I'd have called her in today to check it.
We'd only exchanged confessions that weren't quite confessions—no real progress had been made.
Inspecting her homework right now wouldn't get me anything.
I had to wait until she filmed a fellatio practice video with the real thing before summoning her.
'That's the only way she'll stay motivated.'
I recalled the mana contract with Choi Da-eun.
I could order her to engage in physical contact.
The command was absolute.
Every time I climaxed because of her, I had to pay a price.
The price was whatever information she wanted.
If I gave her false info, I'd suffer erectile dysfunction for a week.
'What a raw deal.'
No matter how I looked at it, the contract only benefited Choi Da-eun.
Zero gains for a masked trash like me.
It was purely for entertainment and pleasure…
What questions would Choi Da-eun ask?
How would she use that hard-earned opportunity—sucking, licking, and mastering unwanted techniques on the cock of the man she hated, squeezing out every drop with effort?
I was dying to know.
About two hours after Choi Da-eun had left my messages on read, a notification pinged.
Ding-!
As expected, it was Choi Da-eun.
[Choi Da-eun] — Let's meet today.
A meeting request that was more like an order.
No reason for me to refuse, so I accepted right away.
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Choi Da-eun glanced at her reflection in the mirror and smiled, seemingly pleased.
It was an awkward smile, but it didn't look bad.
'It's ridiculous that I'm dolled up like this just to meet Park Sun-woo!'
But what could she do? She'd already gone all out on her makeup and outfit.
Spilled water couldn't be gathered back up.
Wiping off her makeup and changing would make her late for the meetup.
She had to head out now.
Choi Da-eun drove to the meeting spot.
She parked in a nearby lot and stepped out of the driver's seat.
She walked slowly toward where Park Sun-woo was waiting.
We'd met just yesterday, and we'd known each other for half a year straight—why was she so nervous?
Thinking about Park Sun-woo made her heart race.
'...Is my eyesight going bad?'
Park Sun-woo was grinning at the meeting spot, and damn if he didn't look handsome.
He didn't seem any different from the guys around him, so why?
"Ah."
Spotting Choi Da-eun, Park Sun-woo strode right up to her.
His height was surprisingly tall; she could really feel his build now.
"Da-eun, you look pretty all dressed up."
"...At least call me noona."
"Got it, noona."
"...You don't need to be so formal."
Park Sun-woo chuckled as Choi Da-eun gruffly sorted out the honorifics and speech style.
"Shall we go?"
"...Straight to a motel?"
Choi Da-eun clutched her handbag tight, her face flushing red.
If things went well, it might not end with just homework—she'd prepared thoroughly, mentally and with condoms.
'I got all dressed up.'
It was embarrassing to call it a proper date when it was just dinner and drinks.
But she wanted that kind of date anyway.
She didn't want to head straight to a motel.
Even if the purpose was the masked trash's homework (a blowjob practice video)…
Park Sun-woo seemed to understand her feelings and said cheerfully,
"Ah, of course we eat first. Wanna catch a movie too? We've got time."
There were so many things he wanted to do with Choi Da-eun.
And she felt the same.
If they could have a normal relationship, there were things she wanted to try like any other couple.
"Uh, yeah. Let's go."
Choi Da-eun's face turned beet red as she answered.
She couldn't bear to meet Park Sun-woo's eyes and bowed her head.
"Tell me if you don't want to."
Park Sun-woo grabbed her hand firmly and led her along.
Choi Da-eun walked beside him.
Dinner, a movie—it was a perfectly ordinary evening date.
"Eek, shit!"
I had no idea what possessed us to watch a horror movie, but the scenario I hoped for didn't play out.
The problem was Park Sun-woo's pathetically low courage.
Popcorn scattered across the theater.
"Oof, ugh, heup."
The guy—Park Sun-woo—freaked out even more.
Forcing herself into his arms felt lame, so Choi Da-eun just gripped his hand tight and watched calmly.
It was more B-movie than A-grade horror.
"How can a horror movie not be scary at all?"
"Your pants look weirdly discolored. Not from peeing yourself in fear, right?"
"You think I'm you, noona?"
"......"
Before heading to the motel, they had drinks too.
She sipped carefully, not getting blackout drunk.
Just pleasantly buzzed.
Later than expected, the two entered an empty motel room.
"...I'll go wash up."
Grabbing a gown and two towels, Choi Da-eun dashed into the bathroom.
She fled shyly, like a bride on her wedding night.
She neatly folded her clothes and set them on the towel rack.
She sighed deeply at her reflection in the mirror.
Shwaaa-.
She twisted her hair up to keep it dry and tied it.
Then she washed her body.
It was ridiculous— they weren't even having sex, no one had suggested it, yet here she was lathering up just in case.
She brushed her teeth vigorously.
Three minutes still felt too short, no matter how she thought about it.
'...Should I tidy up down there?'
The thick bush of pubic hair bugged her.
She didn't like the messy look, and she worried what Park Sun-woo might think.
It was too late tonight.
She'd have to make time for a waxing salon later.
All clean, Choi Da-eun wrapped in the gown and cracked open the bathroom door.
She peeked into the room.
Park Sun-woo was on his phone.
"Ahem, hem!"
Choi Da-eun announced her presence.
Hearing the cough, Park Sun-woo turned off his phone and pocketed it.
"......"
Park Sun-woo glanced at her.
Then grinned and said,
"Noona, why'd you wash up?"
"Huh?"
"What we're doing is fellatio, right? With your mouth. So why scrub every nook and cranny?"
"I didn't scrub every nook."
Choi Da-eun denied it with all her might.
She didn't want to admit she'd washed more thoroughly than ever, scared of any smell.
Park Sun-woo teased her with a sly grin.
Then he got up from the bed.
"Anyway... Don't I need to wash too? That just popped into my head. Just asking."
"Ugh, whatever. Don't tease me, you bastard."
"I'll wash up too, noona."
Their positions swapped.
While Park Sun-woo showered, Choi Da-eun sat on the bed, staring blankly at the TV.
'Sex? Are we really doing it? Park Sun-woo and me?'
'After coming all this way in this mood, he'll think we're gonna fuck, right?'
'This is insane, I feel like puking. More nervous than my C-Rank promotion exam, damn it.'
For this moment, she'd forgotten the masked trash's homework.
She just pondered how to lead Park Sun-woo, who'd admitted to being a virgin.
"Hoo, hoo."
She grabbed water from the mini-fridge.
Not her first rodeo at a motel; she moved with familiarity.
"Ahh, ahh."
Choi Da-eun opened her mouth wide and loosened her jaw.
She flicked her tongue, checking for any buildup.
"Okay, damn it, perfect."
Flawless.
No flaws.
Just waiting for Park Sun-woo now.
"I just followed your lead and washed up too, noona."
Park Sun-woo emerged from the bathroom in a gown.
Bare legs peeked from under the hem.
Right now, he was wearing nothing but the gown…
For the first time, Choi Da-eun felt curious about a man's naked body.
She stared at him, even huffing through her nose.
Her heart started pounding.
"Uh, wanna just... try it on your own first?"
The masked trash's homework was to film a blowjob practice video using the real dick.
No specifics on when, where, how long, or how.
"Sit."
Choi Da-eun patted the spot beside her.
Park Sun-woo cautiously sat on the edge of the bed.
"Untie the gown sash."
"...Feels like I'm gonna lose my mind, Team Leader."
Park Sun-woo smiled awkwardly, clutching the gown tight.
"We're in a motel... Don't play hard to get."
They were in a fully open relationship.
Push and pull was just silly.
'Just do it!'
No more hesitation for Choi Da-eun.
'If Park Sun-woo won't strip, I'll do it!'
She roughly pulled his hands away from the tied sash.
Untied it in one go and flung open the front.
Whoosh-!
Firm thighs came into view.
Her gaze traveled inward along the veins.
A thick bush of black pubic hair in his crotch, and between them, his cock standing straight erect.
But it felt so unfamiliar.
The only dick Choi Da-eun knew was the masked trash's—one dick.
So she automatically compared Park Sun-woo's to that bastard's.
"...Compared to that guy, is it, uh, a lot smaller?"
Park Sun-woo gauged her reaction.
His voice trembled.
She could sense his insecurity about his size.
Choi Da-eun shook her head gently.
She wasn't disappointed.
How could she be?
Sex without love wasn't sex.
The masked trash was the bastard who'd raped her; Park Sun-woo was the man she'd chosen.
Her feelings wouldn't change based on dick size.
"Nah? It's about the same."
Park Sun-woo's cock was less than a handspan—under 9cm.
Pretty thin too, almost string-like.
Even so, Choi Da-eun comforted him.
He was a dumbass, but she didn't want him down.
"I'll give you a blowjob."
Maybe after one round, he'd gain confidence.
For his sake, she'd give it her all.
Choi Da-eun took Park Sun-woo's cock in her mouth.
Park Sun-woo hit the video record button on his smartphone.