Chapter 87
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 87
Chapter Title: A Woman's Intuition
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"Hic."
Caught red-handed peeking at her, I swallowed a sharp, startled breath.
Yoon Joo-young looked at me with eyes tinged with annoyance.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Uh... n-nothing."
"Bullshit. Your eyes were sparkling like crazy, you perv."
Swoosh—
She pulled up her pajamas to cover her chest and shot me a glare.
"God, you got wrecked yesterday and you're still not learning your lesson."
"Th-that's not... it..."
"Like hell it's not."
Squeeze—
Her hand shot under the covers and grabbed my dick.
"Urk."
I curled up tight, my cock rigid in her grip.
"Then what's this? Huh?"
"Th-this is just... morning wood..."
"Excuses."
"Eek."
She fondled my cock and balls a few times before finally letting go.
Only then did I escape the jaws of death, panting softly in relief.
'I... I lived.'
Yoon Joo-young threw off the covers and got out of bed.
"What time is it?"
I scooted awkwardly to the bedside table and checked my smartphone. 7:48 a.m.
Early birds would've already clocked in by now.
"A little before eight."
"Cool. We've got until nine to get to work, so let's get moving."
"Yeah..."
We freshened up quickly and gathered at the breakfast table.
Pour—
Cereal and milk filling a bowl. Joo-young started shoveling it in without a word.
I watched her eat and asked,
"You eat this every morning?"
"Yeah. Don't have time to sleep as it is—how am I supposed to eat a full breakfast?"
"Y-you could just order something. Delivery services bring breakfast right to your door these days."
"Eating heavy in the morning makes me queasy. And I'd gain weight."
"..."
Fair enough. With a body like hers, she'd have to watch her diet.
When I brought up breakfast, she turned the question on me.
"Why the sudden interest in breakfast? You gonna make it for me?"
"Well... if I can."
Not every day, but I could whip up something better than cereal. People live on good food, after all—eating this junk daily wouldn't fuel anyone.
"Alright then. Start tomorrow. But keep portions small."
"G-got it."
Today was awkward since we were at her penthouse, but starting tomorrow, I'd be going back and forth from my bunker connected to the association offices. Should be easy to cook there.
Might as well hit the store after work today.
Joo-young gulped down her cereal and moved on.
"You know today's schedule, right?"
"Yeah."
Today's packed. Had to clean up the mess from ghosting for over a week. Press conference, international tournament entry...
Which meant switching back to my real body.
'Got about 1.5 million points right now.'
Looks like a lot at first glance, but with 1 point per second drain, continuous use would last barely 17 days.
And deleting the app? Still a long way from 10 billion points.
Wish I could just drop 100 billion won in cash to wipe it...
Anyway, 17 days of activity wasn't secure enough.
Needed way more points for serious runs.
'But no time to pioneer a new world.'
Round 1 worlds give crap points on clear. For big hauls, Demon King's Castle round 3 with the most runs made sense...
'I'd get my ass reamed the second I got there.'
I swallowed hard and clenched my butt.
Slime kept it clean, Aneros training done. Only the penis pants left.
If I hit the castle this round, Erzebet would wreck my ass for sure...
'Cyberpunk world's no better.'
Same deal there. After a week of nofap, they'd harvest samples and ship me straight to the chairman.
His tastes ran anal too, just like hers. No difference.
'Fuck...'
Damned if I do, damned if I don't.
Tried dipping into All Women World to break the cycle, but it was worse—or at least not better.
'Better penis pants than getting futanari-dicked...'
Right strategy: Pioneer new worlds while dipping into Demon King's Castle or Cyberpunk once or twice for points.
'Need a world that's gentle with me...'
No mama bear world to wrap me up safe? All these places full of predators out to fuck me raw.
Even the real world felt safest by comparison. ...Well, duh.
Other worlds were lawless hells, but here we had laws and cops.
Clink—
Joo-young set down her spoon after finishing her cereal, chugged the leftover milk, and wrapped up breakfast.
"Let's head out. Time to go."
"So... you were sick for a whole week?"
"Yeah."
Hunter Association conference room.
Yoon Joo-young sat in the president's chair at the center of the long table, flanked by association execs on both sides.
Clan Valkyrie Guild Master Shin Ji-yeon, Kwon Seong Yiuri, Saint Han Seo-hee, and other big names crammed in.
In this room of top brass, I sat near Joo-young, fielding questions.
Shin Ji-yeon went first, eyes full of disbelief.
"No way. I've never seen you sick a day in your life."
"Maybe that's why it hit me now. Do I need your permission to get sick?"
"..."
She clenched her fist quietly at my curt reply. It pissed her off, but she couldn't argue.
What're you gonna do if I'm sick?
Kwon Seong Yiuri, who'd been listening, jumped in.
"Fine, whatever. But why's the president covering for you?"
Her red ponytail swished as she glared. Rocking pink track pants to a formal meeting? Total wild child.
I swept back my hair and declared confidently,
"'Cause I'm number one."
Yep. Lee Yeon, Ice Prince, Korea's top hunter.
Parallel worlds turned me into a shota fucktoy, blackmailed naked by Yoon Joo-young—but this was my real self.
"Not weird for the president to accommodate the top rank. Jealous? Take the spot yourself."
I snapped coolly, and Joo-young stomped my foot under the table.
'Ow.'
Fucking hurts.
Don't pick fights—play nice, her glare said.
Too late.
"Then let's settle it now, asshole. I'll take number one today."
Bam—
True to her fiery temper, Yiuri slammed the table and stood.
Pure brawler type. Raw physicals stronger than even Sword Ghost Yoon Joo-young.
Monsters whose heads exploded under that fist? Piles of 'em.
But not my match.
"If you want a fight... fine. But."
I scanned the room before continuing.
"Pick your time and place. What is this, playground bullshit?"
"...You little shit..."
Yiuri lunged, but—
Thud thud—
Joo-young banged the gavel, calming the chaos.
"Quiet down, everyone. We're not here to brawl. Yiuri, sit."
"..."
"Agenda: Lee Yeon's absence explanation and international tourney roster. First one's done—on to roster."
Beep—
She clicked to advance the PowerPoint behind her.
"Normally, we'd hold qualifiers for the roster... but screw that. We'll cut by rankings. Top 64 for prelims. Add 6 alternates for 70 total."
"Nah, that's lame."
Yiuri crossed her arms, sulking as she pushed back.
"Do it by the book. By the book."
Joo-young nodded at the objection.
"Fine. Vote time. By the book—raise hands."
About thirty people total. Seven or so raised hands.
"Rankings cut—raise hands."
Another seven-ish. Tie.
I stayed neutral, no hand. Joo-young stomped my foot again.
Crunch—
'Ow.'
Heel felt like it cracked my foot.
Grunting, I raised my hand. As number one, others followed suit.
Rankings side pulled ahead.
Joo-young smiled faintly.
"Rankings win. Motion carries. Meeting adjourned."
Post-meeting.
Groups filing out.
Two big names, Yiuri and Shin Ji-yeon, slipped away together to a quiet spot.
An empty association conference room.
The pair huddled for a private chat.
"What the hell was that about?"
Yiuri, dragged here clueless, asked. Ji-yeon spoke cautiously.
"Yiuri, doesn't something feel off? Yoon Joo-young and Lee Yeon."
"Off? Dunno. Just pisses me off."
Stomp—
Yiuri ground her heel. That smug Lee Yeon asshole, and Joo-young telling her to pipe down? Both sucked.
Ji-yeon planted the seed of doubt.
"Think about it. Those two used to hate each other's guts, but lately they're always together. Came in together today."
"Hm."
"That vote too. Lee Yeon backed Joo-young. Super suspicious."
"...Yeah, true."
Yiuri nodded, and Ji-yeon excitedly spilled her theory.
"Not just that. Covering his week-long vanishing act, her sudden vacation vanishing, then popping up together right after. All fishy. We should dig into them."
"Dig how?"
"You know."
Slide—
At Ji-yeon's call, a figure ghosted out from the empty room's wall.
Black hood, cloak to her toes. Eyepatch, creepy mask over the lower face.
Yiuri stared blankly.
"Shadow..."