Chapter 261
Chapter 261
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 261
Chapter Title: Doll Play
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‘I can check the precautions for items through the Random Gacha shop! Let’s look at the precautions first!’
‘12,000 points? That’s insanely expensive. Well, it’s a sword specialized for killing gays...’
The Gay Slayer was exactly as I knew it, except for one thing.
The fact that it consumes the user’s mana and vitality. In the ‘Kill the Gay King’ world, the Gay Slayer consumed mental strength instead of mana and vitality.
It was a bit disappointing from my perspective. Consuming mental strength would allow for more leeway in using it.
‘No need to use it except against gays, so I’ll just tuck it away in storage.’
I left the Gay Slayer alone and shifted my gaze to the next item.
My eyes went straight to the price first.
‘5,000 points... More expensive than I thought.’
The Absolute Hypnosis Sticker was 3,000 points.
‘One-time use was expected... Affected by the target’s mental strength? Like the Absolute Hypnosis Sticker?’
I couldn’t tell if the criteria were exactly the same. But my intuition told me they were similar.
‘It’s 2,000 points more expensive. Does that mean the mental strength threshold is higher too?’
I wouldn’t know without testing it. And I had no intention of using it just to find out the criteria. It’s one-time use, just like the Absolute Hypnosis Sticker.
‘Anyway, I already decided where to use it.’
I pulled the sex doll out of my inventory.
It looked like a roughly made doll. No clothes, joints implemented, no hair, pure white all over. The face had only two holes for eyes and nothing else. It was somehow eerie.
My gaze went to the doll’s chest area. There was a rectangular spot labeled Install in English.
When I lightly pressed it with my finger, a square lid popped open, revealing a compartment.
It wasn’t hard to figure out what that meant.
‘This is where you put the blood, hair, or saliva.’
Click.
I closed the opened chest compartment.
I continued touching various parts of the doll afterward. The body was rock-hard, and I couldn’t find any holes for insertion. It seemed like a normal doll until installation.
‘Having something like this makes me want to try it right away...’
I suppressed my urge firmly. I already had a target in mind. For later, I needed to hold back now.
I put the sex doll back in my inventory. Having it in front of me made me want to use it unnecessarily.
I manipulated the Playful Life app to check my stats.
[Available Points: 907]
I could freely use a whopping 907 points.
‘Skills...? No. Let’s raise my stats as originally planned.’
What I needed now was physical ability. Even Jin Se-young, who could be called my master, had said it: my physical abilities couldn’t keep up with my skill. I needed to boost them before my mind-body balance collapsed.
‘I’ll spend all my points on physical stats this time.’
[Available Points: 2]
Stats raised by investing 905 points. I raised them fairly balanced. Jin Se-young had emphasized balance multiple times.
‘Intelligence isn’t part of mind-body, so it’s fine lower.’
The annoying part was that from stat 40 onward, each point required 20 points. The cost doubled.
‘From 50, it won’t take 40 points per stat, right...?’
I had a bad feeling it would.
‘I’ll test the physical boosts at Yeongcheon Sword Hall later... The last 2 points go to Random Gacha!’
Deciding to spend all points cleanly, I started the Random Gacha.
‘Why informal language again?’
Sometimes the descriptions use informal speech. I wondered why, but since they were complete and accurate, I let it slide.
Slurp slurp slurp!
I sucked on the watermelon ice cream.
It was cool and delicious.
‘Last 1 point!’
‘This is...’
An unexpected item popped out.
‘Can I write my own name?’
Just curiosity; no intention of writing mine. The Potential Potion had already proven my potential was nonexistent.
‘Increases potential... Great for someone with high potential already.’
More efficient for geniuses than mediocrity.
‘I’ll reinforce Gwangmyeong Seongcheon-do and write Yuria’s name.’
Among people I knew, Yuria had the highest potential. This ‘Potential Vote’ was practically made for her.
‘I hope Yuria becomes a Grand Master soon.’
???
Next week.
I arrived in Japan with Jin Se-young.
The Fuka Festival at Fuka Shrine in Nakata Prefecture.
The site was packed with crowds, proving its world-famous status. Not just Japanese, but Koreans, Chinese, Americans, British, Germans—people from everywhere.
Most were tourists, but some, like us, came by invitation from Fuka Shrine.
“Hold my hand tight so we don’t get separated.”
“I’m not a kid...”
I grumbled but gripped Jin Se-young’s hand tightly. Of course, because she’s a beauty. If it were a man’s hand, no way.
Not satisfied with just holding hands, Jin Se-young pressed closer and hugged my right arm entirely.
I was unfazed. We’d already trained naked and fucked as master-disciple. This was nothing.
“Yu-jin, wanna try that?”
“Apple candy? Nah.”
“How about that?”
“Meat’s good.”
Jin Se-young and I wandered the festival stalls. Honestly, it wasn’t that fun. Street food was decent, but games like goldfish scooping and shooting were boring for us superhumans.
The performances were decent, though. Men and women in kimonos dancing energetically.
‘Hmm. That girl’s hot...’
I glanced at a woman passing by. She wore a kimono, traditional Japanese attire, with a big ass.
Squeeze.
“Ow...!”
Jin Se-young pinched the back of my hand hard. The force made me yelp involuntarily.
“Where are you looking?”
“Uh, no. It’s a guy’s instinct, couldn’t help it...”
“Sigh. You’re the same everywhere, huh?”
Jin Se-young sighed and shook her head. I had nothing to say. We weren’t lovers, but I was on a date with her now. Ogling another woman was clearly my fault.
“Sorry, noona. Wanna go somewhere just the two of us?”
I placed my hand on her shoulder suggestively.
“Where’s that?”
“C’mon, you know.”
“No, really? Around here?”
“Hmm.”
I looked around. No buildings amid the massive crowd—this was the foot of the mountain, all stalls. Public restrooms existed but looked unclean with lines.
Too many people; no spot for just us.
“...How about heading back to the hotel? Festival goes another two days, right?”
“No. We have to go to the shrine soon. Forgot we’re invited guests?”
“Can’t we skip?”
“We can’t ignore an invitation. At least say hi.”
I realized I couldn’t convince Jin Se-young. She was far more dutiful than me.
My gaze lifted. The festival was at the mountain base. Fuka Shrine was up top. The stairs had few people—shrine controlled during festival; no uninvited allowed.
“Then to the shrine? Deadline?”
“By 6 PM. Two hours left, but early’s fine.”
We headed to the shrine.
Thud!
My shoulder bumped someone. I ignored it to pass. Crowds make bumps inevitable. Even in Korea, I’d let it go.
“Hey.”
A gruff male voice called me.
Turning, a guy stood with hands in baggy pants pockets.
Baggy pants, white tank top. Dyed blond hair, tanned brown skin. Muscular shoulders and arms with sharp black tattoos.
Classic blond tanned thug.
I considered ignoring, but his companion caught my eye. Curvy blond tanned gal. Bronze healthy taut skin, massive G-cup tits. The kind you wanna fuck once.
“What?”
I replied to the thug. He scowled at my delayed response, noticing me checking out his girlfriend.
“Bump shoulders, you apologize. Were you just gonna walk? Huh?”
“You should apologize. You bumped into me. I was gonna let it slide, but you’re treating me like an idiot.”
Fluent Japanese flowed from my mouth. I naturally acquired native-level Japanese entering the AV world first time.
“Hey, you done talking?!”
“Yeah, done. What now?”
I glanced aside. Jin Se-young, not understanding Japanese, watched tensely, trying to read the situation.
“You little shit... Talking nice and you don’t know your place. Last chance. Apologize.”
“You apologize. You bumped me.”
“Hah... Need a beating to wake up.”
The thug clenched his fist. His girl didn’t try stopping him; watched excitedly. Didn’t think her boyfriend would lose.
“Fuck. Didn’t plan trouble abroad... But you started it.”
I clenched my fist too.
No dragging; end it in one hit.
Mana surged in me. The approaching thug flinched, scowled fiercely, and raised mana.
‘He can handle mana. Not just a thug—a Hunter.’
Not as strong as Jin Se-young, though. Outcome uncertain. Wouldn’t win easily, but no way I’d lose.
Crackle.
White sparks danced on my right fist.
Whoosh.
Orange flames flickered on his fist.
“Stop!”
At the brink, Jin Se-young wedged between us.
“Sung Yu-jin! Settle your mana! And you too, withdraw your power! This is a festival...”
She shouted in Korean infused with mana, then clamped her mouth and whipped her head skyward.
Boom!
A crescent blade descended from the sky, slamming into the ground.
“Who dares cause a commotion before the shrine?!”