Chapter 71
Chapter 71
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 71
Chapter Title: Storm of the Golden Sun (7)
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Yang Woo-bin was forcibly having sex with Ryu Jia.
The moment that assumption flashed through her mind, Jin Se-jeong felt all her lingering doubts clear up at once.
The point when Yang Woo-bin had introduced himself as a "slutty playboy" and declared he'd continue to be one was right when they'd reunited.
Until then, he hadn't breathed a word about his past, yet the second he saw her, he'd suddenly spilled his vulgar, promiscuous history.
The way he'd poured out his past the instant she'd mentioned her fiancé was still baffling no matter how she thought about it.
Back then, Jin Se-jeong had been so shocked by his confession that she couldn't notice anything odd, but now she was wide awake with a clear head.
That allowed her to coldly assess what situation he'd been in during that confession.
"...At that time, Woo-bin had already joined Blast Dragon."
During the promotion match, Disciplinary Committee Executive Lee Hye-ryeong had investigated Yang Woo-bin because he was the only new member to join Blast Dragon that year.
With Ryu Jia, Dabcheon's strongest cadet, in the one-person club Blast Dragon, any new addition was information the Disciplinary Committee—tasked with maintaining order—had to know.
So Jin Se-jeong had known even before his promotion that Yang Woo-bin was in Blast Dragon, and that fact meshed perfectly with her earlier assumption, leading straight to one conclusion.
"Which means back then, Woo-bin was sending me a signal...?"
The conclusion that Yang Woo-bin had sent her a distress signal.
"He believed I'd catch on, so he spouted that ridiculous nonsense in front of all those people...?"
Once her thoughts reached that point, the countless humiliations Yang Woo-bin must have endured after joining Blast Dragon began vividly painting themselves before Jin Se-jeong's eyes.
'It probably started with sexual harassment. Woo-bin's so handsome—look at that face. With a build like that, are you sure you're not a girl? Hey, drop your pants and underwear. Let us check if you're really a guy.' They'd have toyed with him using crude taunts like that.
Just imagining it made her heart race uneasily and her head burn hot, but once this kind of delusion started, it wasn't easy to stop.
'Once they got bored of the harassment, they'd escalate to molestation. "Give me a shoulder rub," or "Your back muscles are all knotted up," with lame excuses like that, they'd make him touch their shoulders or backs at first, then gradually guide his hands to more intimate spots. Woo-bin would have realized something was off at some point, but he couldn't resist. Because his opponent was that Ryu Jia.'
Jin Se-jeong pictured Yang Woo-bin biting his lower lip in shame as he was forced to grope the insides of Ryu Jia's thighs and under her breasts.
'After forcing that lewd "massage" on him disguised as a favor, she'd suddenly become club president and senior, saying, "I can't just receive from a junior all the time. Let me do you now... Take it off, newbie." Woo-bin must have said it was fine, that she didn't need to, but by then he had no choice. They'd strip him by force and grope him wildly.'
She saw Ryu Jia ripping open a resisting Yang Woo-bin's shirt to expose his bare skin, then kneading his sculpted muscular body like dough.
'The trendy "tongue massage" these days—it's like a massage but using licks to stimulate instead of hands. "I'll do that for you. Lie down." After spouting nonsense like that, she'd force him down and slowly devour his insanely hot body with her tongue... Starting from the lower abs, creeping up slowly, shoving her tongue into his navel and lapping at it for ages, rubbing her cheeks against his abs to coat them in her scent, tracing his ribs with her fingers until she reached his firm, solid chest. Then she'd lick his right nipple teasingly before pressing her tongue flat against his pecs to lick her way to the left one, repeating the process. Once she'd marked his navel, abs, ribs, chest, and nipples with her saliva, she'd naturally move to his collarbone. A slut like Ryu Jia wouldn't miss that delicacy. She'd bite it with her lips, lick it with her tongue, suck on it greedily until she spotted his flawless sexy neckline, untouched territory she ached to claim. The moment the thought hit her, her body would already be moving. She'd bring her lips to that pristine neck no one had touched, leaving a red hickey. Then, she'd pull away from his neck with a vulgar smack and say, "There, your stamp of completion for the tongue massage. I'll do it plenty more, so look forward to it..."'
Just picturing it in her head made her heart pound, her breath quicken, her body heat up, and a dull ache throb deep in her lower belly—a truly horrific fantasy.
For some reason, Jin Se-jeong swallowed the pooling saliva in her mouth, then imagined even Ryu Jia growing bored of molestation and finally forcing herself on Yang Woo-bin.
Grind... Crunch...!
Imagining him completely naked, pinned under Ryu Jia, tears streaming from his vacant eyes in a single trail, Jin Se-jeong ground her teeth and clenched her fists tight.
Her jaw clenched with unprecedented force, and she'd gripped so hard her nails dug into her palms, drawing blood, but physical pain was nothing.
"If only, if only I'd realized sooner..."
Compared to the guilt from missing the distress signal Yang Woo-bin had sent her.
As Disciplinary Committee President, protecting cadets from such harm was her duty. As his childhood friend, shielding him from that kind of treatment was basic loyalty.
But Jin Se-jeong, Dabcheon's Disciplinary Committee President and Yang Woo-bin's childhood friend, had failed at both her duty and her loyalty.
Shocked by what she thought was his past confession—a disguised distress signal—she hadn't even noticed anything off and had just scolded him.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Woo-bin..."
Overwhelmed by choking guilt and bone-chilling regret that cooled her blood, Jin Se-jeong kept spilling apologies.
But her empty eyes found no one to hear them, rendering the apologies meaningless right there.
Jin Se-jeong lifted her lowered head and steeled herself to do what she had to.
"It's not too late, not too late even now. No, it's very late, but I have to move now. I have to save Woo-bin from that monstrous nympho...!"
Swept by waves of regret and guilt, Jin Se-jeong's sea-blue eyes lost their spark, but even so, she couldn't sink into that emotional mire.
Because she now knew Yang Woo-bin was being forcibly ravaged by Ryu Jia right this moment.
'The regret and guilt I'm feeling now are nothing compared to the pain and despair Woo-bin's enduring. So, save the regrets for later. Right now, focus only on pulling Woo-bin out of that woman's clutches.'
Jin Se-jeong rose from the bed. Despite her left arm in a cast and her body wrapped in bandages, she sprang up, slipped on the infirmary slippers, and left the room.
For an ordinary cadet, the injuries would make even breathing agonizing, let alone walking, but she was Jin Se-jeong, so she endured.
Activating mana throughout her body to boost her trained recovery, she walked to save Yang Woo-bin.
"Woo-bin, just hold on a little longer. I'll definitely, definitely save you this time. I won't miss the hand you're reaching out."
Imagining Yang Woo-bin pinned under Ryu Jia, weeping and biting his lips, Jin Se-jeong stepped forward.
Squish.
"Hngiiiik...! Y-You're too rough...! Too strong...!"
"That's what you hate?"
"N-Nooo... I love it. I love how rough and strong it is, leaving me unable to resist...! I never knew...! Even pinned under a newbie, unable to even think of fighting back, it feels so good...!"
I smirked as I watched Ryu Jia writhe in pleasure beneath me, getting her lower back massaged.
She looked utterly pathetic getting roughed up even more wildly than before by my much harsher, stronger massage.
No matter that it was a fair fight under mutual agreement—she'd messed with our little one, so punishment was in order.
I raised my elbow and dug it into the muscles around her wing bones, kneading and twisting to loosen the tangled knots.
Squiiiish—!
"Eugoooooh...!!! Don't spin it! Don't spin clockwise on sensitive spots like that, pressing so hard!!!"
"Yeah, it does."
"Hngiiiiiik...!"
Even as I casually dropped informal speech without a peep of protest, Ryu Jia was too lost in my massage to notice. Inwardly, I shouted toward our little one, probably sleeping in the infirmary right now.
Can you hear me, little miss? This requiem is for you.
"Hiiyaaaaah...!!!"