Chapter 0
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Something's Wrong with My Body
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A dark bedroom filled with ecstatic moans and ragged breaths. Under the faint moonlight filtering in, a man lay pinned beneath a woman.
"Hiiit, hiiit."
The soft yet firm female body pressing down on him from head to toe, the intoxicating, thick feminine scent, the sticky whispers burrowing into his ears. The sweet taste of saliva and the fresh, naked skin filling his entire field of vision. All his senses were completely hers. Intoxicated by this hazy atmosphere, he moved his hips wildly in a trance-like state, but his feeble, fleeting thrusts were far too weak to satisfy her.
"Heuht, heuht..."
Writhing pathetically beneath her, he looked up to see Erzebet smiling faintly down at him.
"Yeon. Try moving your hips a bit more. Is that all the manhood you've got?"
I desperately averted my eyes from that bewitching smile and forced strength into my buckling waist and trembling thighs before replying.
"It's... too hard..."
I had no strength left. At this point, I was nothing more than a mere slave squirming just to avoid punishment from her.
As I let out a feeble whimper of pain, she smiled in the darkness, her red eyes gleaming.
"Heh. Well, can't be helped then."
Sluurp—
She lifted her hips, pulling my lower body out from under her plump ass.
"Guess I'll have to punish you."
Then she grabbed both my legs with her hands, spread them wide, and hoisted them up over her arms.
Squish—
My waist and lower body were lifted effortlessly in her grasp. My legs splayed wide open, fully exposing my most precious spot.
Completely dominated by a woman, forced into a position of total submission—this was the shameful pose known as the Amazon position.
"...Heuht."
Unable to bear the embarrassment, I covered my face with both hands, but Erzebet slowly pried them away and boldly declared,
"From now on, I shall personally show you what true mating between male and female is. So..."
Her eyes gazing down at me burned with hot desire and sadistic pleasure.
"Cry out even more adorably for me."
"..."
I opened my eyes. Warm morning sunlight poured in through the large window to my left, bathing me.
A massive room. A massive bed. Lavish lighting enveloped me in the penthouse of a top-tier luxury mansion. And here I lay. Lee Yeon, the number one ranked hunter in Korea, bearing the moniker Ice Prince.
My morning routine was simple. After waking, I'd take a sip of mineral water from the fridge, then grab my pre-portioned supplements from the container.
Followed by morning meditation and light stretching, a shower, heading to work. Then solo-clearing the highest-difficulty dungeon. Today was supposed to start just like any other day, with my everyday routine unfolding as always.
But.
'Fuck.'
In this condition, I couldn't go anywhere. I just lay there on the bed in a daze, clenching and unclenching my fist repeatedly.
My skin was noticeably fairer and tauter than before, my frame slenderized, my build delicate. In a word, I'd become excessively youthful.
This situation started a couple days ago with the subjugation of an S-rank rift.
As always, I'd charged in solo and cleared it without issue. And the dungeon reward I'd obtained.
'Stone of Regression.'
You know, the kind you always see in novels or comics. A balance-breaking item that could turn everything back to the past.
Thinking I'd hit the jackpot, I stored it in my inventory. I didn't even use the stone or infuse it with mana. But then it activated on its own.
Fwaaah—
The Stone of Regression began glowing, turning my entire vision pure white.
And now, after it activated, this was my current reality. Yes. The Stone of Regression had only reverted my body to the past.
'This fucking stone that only turns my body young again. If that's the case, they should've called it a rejuvenation stone.'
I cursed inwardly and kicked my feet against the bed in frustration. In this state, I couldn't go anywhere.
It wasn't just my body that had grown young—my status and skills had reverted too. If I stepped outside like this, I'd be utterly screwed.
'I've got... way too many enemies.'
I swallowed dryly and sank into thought. The top hunter spot wasn't something you reached with skill alone.
Backstabbing and intrigue were par for the course, devouring others behind their backs a daily occurrence. In short, to claim this position, I'd earned the hatred of quite a few people.
'First off, Hunter Association President Yoon Joo-young.'
I recalled her sharp, obsidian-like eyes.
Sword Ghost, Yoon Joo-young.
She wielded her sword like a ghost, and her true nature was just as terrifying.
By rights, the top rank should have been hers, but thanks to the weapon I'd swiped from her back when we were both rookies—'Ice Dragon Regale's Fang'—I'd climbed to this position.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say my moniker, Ice Prince, came from that weapon too. The grudge that started afterward? We couldn't finish airing it out in a single night.
Suffice to say, given the chance, she'd turn me into the association's slave and treat me like a dog.
'...Scary.'
A chill ran down my spine. If she found out about my current state, I couldn't even imagine what she'd do.
Next, Clan Valkyrie Guild Master Shin Ji-yeon.
Clan Valkyrie was Korea's second-ranked guild. The unique thing? It was all women.
I'd once scammed her out of a legendary armor set, Wings of Ascension. That hit their funds hard, forcing Clan Valkyrie to take on every commission that came their way for a while.
So the guild master and her members were always hoping for my downfall. And so on.
Next up, Kwon Seong Yiuri. Our bad blood ran deep too. It started with...
'...Never mind. What's the point of thinking about it.'
I briefly pictured those terrifying women's faces one by one, then shook my head. The number of people with grudges against me was too vast to count anyway. Dwelling on it would just amplify my fears.
I flopped back on the bed and stomped my feet.
'I'm fucked. Totally fucked.'
The moment I left this room, those women would swarm like hyenas and strip me clean.
But I couldn't stay holed up here forever. Time to figure out a way to survive...
'Fleeing overseas seems best.'
I'd made more than enough money to live lavishly abroad. I pulled out my phone to search for flights...
Then.
*Ding!*—
An alarm from an app I'd never seen before went off.
'What's this?'
Korea's number one hunter, Ice Prince Lee Yeon.
Two weeks after subjugating the S-rank rift, he was still holed up in his room.
His bizarre behavior had all the nation's media glued to his every move.
Some said he'd suffered a major injury from the rift. Others claimed he'd acquired some incredible skill and was in secluded training to master it.
Rumors even swirled that he was holed up with a young boy, living a debauched life.
The last one supposedly had witnesses. Given he'd avoided women his whole life without a single scandal, the public speculated that was the reason.
At those rumors, one woman twisted her lips.
'Hmph. Avoiding women, my ass.'
Yoon Joo-young was certain it was because no woman could tolerate that bastard's personality.
The only phrases he knew were "piss off," "no," and "get lost." Proper communication with him was impossible.
In any case, with things as they were, she—as Hunter Association President—had no choice but to check on his condition.
'Having to go see that damn bastard's face myself.'
No matter the pressure from above, dragging herself to his mansion on her own two feet was utterly distasteful.
Click—
Arriving at his mansion, the driver opened the car door for her.
Yoo Joo-young stepped out in her high heels.
High heels she'd grown accustomed to before she knew it.
It had been years since she'd quit hunting because of him and taken a desk job at the association. Now, heels felt more natural than combat boots.
'That damn bastard.'
Her body had adapted to the heels, but her pride as a swordmaster hadn't died. Swallowing her boiling rage, she strode toward the luxury mansion.
Clack, clack—
Oblivious to the men swallowing hard at the sight of her swaying hips and long, slender legs.
Pushing through the crowd of reporters at the main gate and breezing past the mansion's stringent security checks, Yoon Joo-young took the elevator to the top floor and walked a short distance. Soon, she arrived near the room where he lived.
But there, in the hallway nearby, stood an adorably cute boy.
"Hm?"
A boy wandering the corridor, looking around.
Even in his youthful innocence, his compact features were sculpted like fine art— the kind that would make plenty of women swoon later in life. Or rather, an incredibly cute face that just begged to be bullied. Hard to explain, but it stirred that urge.
"!"
Snapping out of her odd thoughts, Yoon Joo-young slapped her cheeks lightly to refocus.
'Must be losing my mind.'
She'd never had such indecent thoughts before. It was strange.
"..."
And yet, her gaze remained fixed on the boy's face. It was as if his face held a demonic charm that drew in women's eyes.
'But... he kinda looks like someone I know.'
Yoon Joo-young tilted her head, staring intently at the boy. She couldn't quite place it, but he felt familiar, like someone she'd seen a lot.
"Mm."
"Eek."
As she kept staring, the boy noticed and flinched, turning away. Then he backed off step by step with robotic movements.
Step— step—
Watching the boy's retreating figure in a daze, Yoon Joo-young's vision overlapped with someone else's image.
"!"
A man who always strutted ahead of her with that punchable face. It was Lee Yeon.
Of course, this was a ridiculous hypothesis. Just because their faces were vaguely similar. Just because he was near the room where that guy lived. Just because his gait seemed kinda alike. Assuming this boy was that bastard based on that alone was absurd. But testing the theory wouldn't hurt.
After a moment's hesitation, she decided to voice her hunch, figuring she might as well.
"You're Lee Yeon, aren't you?"
"..."
At the same time, the boy slowly retreating down the hall froze in place.