Chapter 365
Chapter 365
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 365
Chapter Title: Fighting Dog
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“Haa...”
She parted her lips. Licking her lips with a sultry expression, she pressed them to the nape of my neck and deftly stripped off my clothes with her hands.
Mwah. Smack.
Yuria left kiss marks on my neck and chest before pushing her panties aside under her skirt and positioning my cock at her entrance.
Squelch!
Her already soaking pussy easily swallowed my cock whole.
“Master's hot cock is inside me...!”
Character Summon
Yuria Grace has been summoned to reality.
Yuria placed her slender hand on my chest and began moving her hips. It was different from her usual rhythm. Normally, she moved like she was playing an instrument, with precise regularity, but now she was following her instincts, letting her body take the lead.
“Master. Master...”
Yuria kept calling my name. The walls of her pussy clenched tightly around the base of my cock. She slowly rocked her hips. Our joined sexes rubbed against each other.
Squelch, squelch!
Liquid flowing from her secret place drenched my groin.
“Haaa... It feels so good. I want to stay in Master's arms like this forever.”
Lying atop my chest, Yuria's sweet breath tickled my neck. She reached out, caressing my face with the delicate touch one might use on a fine wine glass. Her legs coiled around mine like a serpent.
Yuria had stopped moving, but I was still immersed in sexual pleasure. Her pussy walls writhed like a living thing, alternately contracting and relaxing to stimulate my cock.
Squeeze. Squeeze.
I could vividly feel a drop of her love juices trickling down from her tightening pussy, sliding along my groin.
About five minutes passed like that. We stayed perfectly still.
I was inwardly flustered, just letting her take control. Normally, I held the reins in our encounters. Sure, there were times during sex when I handed over dominance, but those were pre-planned play. This was entirely different.
'This is a first. Is it because this is reality? Or maybe because I reached Bond Level 10. Or some other reason entirely.'
I didn't know the cause, but it wasn't bad. Our relationship wasn't fracturing, after all.
“Master. Master... My beloved Master...”
Her seductive blue eyes gazed at me. From my perspective, she looked even more endearing. I reached out and lightly stroked her lower back. The fabric of her clothes dulled the sensation a bit, which was a shame.
“...Master. I have a request.”
Squelch.
As Yuria shifted slightly, a wet sound came from below. I glanced down. Between our slightly parted lower abdomens, black pubic hair and short silver strands mingled with her juices.
“What is it?”
Yuria lifted her upper body. Her breasts spilled out from her disheveled blouse. Her pink nipples, perched on her pale white breasts, brushed against mine. The weight of her hanging tits made my cock throb harder inside her.
But I couldn't just stare at her chest. Her face was suddenly right in front of mine.
Our breaths mingled. The scent of Yuria flooding my nostrils nearly made me lose my senses.
“Will you... tell me you love me? Even if it's a lie, I don't care.”
An easy request.
“A lie? No, this is the truth. I love you, Yuria.”
“Eut...”
Yuria's face flushed red. Her hands gripped me tighter. The pressure from her pussy intensified. I realized she had just had a light orgasm.
“M-Master... Once more... please say it.”
Yuria's breathing grew ragged. I grinned and obliged.
“I love you.”
“Ahh...”
“I love you, Yuria.”
“Ah... Aah... I love you too, Master. So much.”
Yuria wrapped her arms around my neck and began kissing me fervently.
“Mmph... Mmm... Nngh...”
Yuria kept moving her hips without pause, and I came inside her. Even as my cock twitched with release, she didn't stop.
“Master's hot seed is filling me up. Aah...”
“Yuria. Satisfied now?”
“No. I can never be satisfied. More...! I want more of Master!”
Not much time left.
She knew it too. Her languid, melting demeanor shifted to dynamic thrusts as she chased pleasure.
“Haa...! Ahng! Aaaahng!”
Yuria gripped my abs with both hands and bounced wildly. Her full, pale breasts jiggled with her hair from her open blouse. Her skirt fluttered, teasing glimpses of what was beneath. The pushed-aside panties. Clashing flesh.
“Ahut... Ahng! Master...! Master... Master!”
I stared at her blankly.
Yuria vanished.
I sat up from the bed and instinctively scanned the room. Right beside me lay Yuria's white bra. Clutching it, I looked down at my groin. My cock was coated in her juices and my semen. Yuria had definitely been real.
'One more thing to check.'
I grabbed my smartphone and opened the Playful Life app.
My eyes naturally went to the ‘Hundred Returns’ world. When Yuria was summoned, it had [Deactivated] next to it, but now it was gone.
I entered the ‘Hundred Returns’ world.
Yuria was right in front of me.
She wasn't in her maid outfit. She wore the same clothes from reality moments ago.
“Yuria! Do you remember what happened in reality?”
“Yes, I remember it clearly. And Master's traces are still vivid on my body.”
Yuria lifted her black skirt.
It was drenched, and warm semen was leaking from her pink pussy.
She had definitely been summoned to reality. The evidence was undeniable.
I grinned.
“Yuria. That's not enough.”
“...Yes. But I need to prepare to return to the mansion... Ahut...”
I pulled her into a sudden embrace. My penis plunged straight into her wetness.
“Melissa and the servants are there. Let's enjoy ourselves a bit more.”
Yuria was reverse-summoned.
If she had never been there, it might not have felt so lonely. But her presence and sudden absence left a void.
'Was daily life always this inconvenient?'
In just a week, the house was a mess. Laundry piled up, and I resorted to eating out again.
Time marched on.
As a C-rank Hunter, I started considering guilds. After feeling the power of China's Overlord Sword Gate, I realized a guild would make Hunter life much easier.
'Even Hunters weaker than me get disrespected without a guild. And there's unspoken discrimination from the Association.'
Joining a guild required permission from Jin Se-young of the Yeongcheon Sword School, due to our old contract when I became a formal disciple. It was practically meaningless now—I could push and she'd yield.
'Joining a major guild isn't bad...'
Major guilds were full of Hunters stronger than me. I'd likely be treated like a subordinate and pushed around. Hunter guilds were more like military units than companies.
'Should I just make my own?'
The problem was my strength. To create and run a stable guild, I needed A-rank at least, plus strong members and scouting talent...
'...This is going to be a huge hassle. But thinking about guilds... what’s that guy up to?'
The guy I thought of was Kang Seok-su, Korea's young genius mage. We fought on Dungeon Survival, and he invited me to start a guild together.
'What to do.'
I pondered deeply but reached no conclusion.
“Ah, whatever. Let's just fuck Ha-rin.”
The Playful Life app's quest updated. It had actually refreshed quite a while ago.
There were no appealing quests, so I'd been putting them off.
'Why are they all so boring? But ignoring them wastes rewards and time...'
One was a grind quest: build 50 log cabins in the countryside.
Another was to become a singing king. Decent reward, but I had no talent for singing, and it'd take forever.
Only one left. Not great, but skipping it meant losing 50 days.
'It's similar to a past quest in a way. Auto-play should wrap it up quick.'
Iljin Maker
Enter the ‘Fighting Dog’ play world and turn the pathetic protagonist into the school boss. Quest fails if the protagonist dies or graduates without becoming school boss.
🎁 Reward: All stats +1, 300 points
‘Fighting Dog’ was an old comic I read in middle school. School violence genre. Pretty dated now—wouldn't fly today without backlash.
'If it was me becoming school boss, it'd take an hour... but it's the protagonist kid... Ugh.'
I sighed.
Still, better than the others, I told myself.
Jinil Academy.
The setting for the ‘Fighting Dog’ world. Over half the students here were delinquents, some tied to gangsters. There were girls too, mostly hoodlums and not much to look at.
And now, I was a student here.
Class was in session.
A fleeting sense of nostalgia hit me. I'd gone through middle and high school myself a few years back.
The unenthusiastic history teacher scribbled the Joseon Dynasty on the board, droning on.
About 30 students, but only 2 or 3 paid attention. Most slept face-down, read comics, or gossiped in groups.
Some seats were empty. Skipping school entirely.
'Even the teacher's given up. No wonder it's chaos.'
I glanced at the seat next to me.
A boy with his head down, staring at his desk. Long-haired and burly, but trembling intermittently.
'Protagonist Hong Hae-chan. Marked by delinquents in the first chapter.'
I peeked back. Three sloppily dressed delinquents in black uniforms smirked at him, eyes on the wall clock, waiting for lunch.
'Hong Hae-chan gets beaten... Realizes he can't live like this for three years and finds an old gym in a back alley.'
Left alone, he'd become the school's top dog. That was the comic's ending.
'But the quest is to make Hong Hae-chan the top dog. Maybe this world doesn't have that gym.'
I decided to observe for now.
'To make him want to get stronger himself, I shouldn't help yet.'
Ding-dong-daeng-dong.
The lunch bell rang. The teacher left without a word.
Students around Hong Hae-chan stood as if on cue, backing away. Everyone watched him and the delinquents.
The thugs sauntered over with their signature swagger.
Hong Hae-chan was sweating bullets.
“Hey, Hong Hae-chan. Get up, you punk.”
“Yeah, get up.”
Two delinquents picked a fight. Curses flew, and they prodded him.
“S-Sorry! My bad!”