Chapter 389
Chapter 389
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 389
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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Upon arriving at Viscount Hartong's mansion, I had all his family members and servants detained. It was to prevent them from moving around and destroying evidence.
As expected, Viscount Hartong had taken a woman of exceptional beauty as his wife. A woman with dark red hair that exuded elegance. He had a son, but the boy looked to be only about seven years old.
"Inspector! There must be... there must be some misunderstanding! My husband isn't that kind of man!"
Viscountess Hartong knelt on the floor just before being detained and clung to my leg, pleading desperately. I felt good as her ample breasts pressed against my leg, but I kept my expression stern and severe.
"Are you saying that I'm lying right now?"
"Gasp! N-no! Please hear me out! I...!"
"Enough. I'll come back in a few hours. You can tell me then."
I pretended to help her up while groping her breast once.
"Hngh..."
She flinched in surprise, then nodded with a stiffened expression.
"I'll wait until you return, Inspector!"
I first took over Viscount Hartong's study. I seized every document that looked important. Then I summoned Viscount Hartong's guards, who were detained with pale faces.
"You will be executed alongside Viscount Hartong."
The guards were horrified.
"No, sir! We had no choice—we were just following Viscount Hartong's orders! Inspector! Please! Just once! Show us mercy just this once!"
"Hmm. Is that so? Well, what great crime could mere bodyguards like you have committed?"
The guards' faces brightened instantly.
"Exactly! Inspector! Please show mercy!"
"Spit out everything you know about Viscount Hartong. If you do, I'll let you go. The more valuable the information, the greater the reward."
"......Are you serious?"
"Dead serious."
The guards exchanged glances before starting to spill information about Viscount Hartong. As one of the nobles ruling the city, he had committed quite a few illegal acts.
I gave the guards some appropriate money and sent them on their way. Then I called in the servants and gathered the same kind of information about Viscount Hartong.
Around 10 p.m., rumors must have spread, because other nobles of the city came to see me, along with merchants, fortune-tellers, soldiers, and the like, all bearing bribes. I accepted them without refusal.
At 1 a.m., I headed to the western fountain as written on the note from the dancer. It was late at night, so there were no people around, and the dancer sat waiting by the fountain, cloaked in a mantle.
"You've come!"
"How could I stay away when a beauty wants to meet me?"
I strode over and sat beside her. Even with the cloak, the outline of her figure was visible. Naturally, my hand slid up to her shoulder.
She flinched.
The dancer didn't push my hand away.
"What business do you have with me?"
"......I heard you're an inspector from outside."
"Rumors spread that fast? Correct. Duke Valdrat himself appointed me as inspector."
"Inspector, please help me."
"With what?"
"The nobles of the city are trying to claim me as their own. Fleeing the city would be easy enough... but they'd just come chasing after me afterward."
"You want my help to cleanly shake off those clingy nobles?"
"Yes. Not just the nobles—wealthy merchants and knights too."
Her position wasn't hard to understand. But was it really worth coming to me specifically?
"It's bad, huh?"
"They propose marriage as a baseline, or offer me a concubine position, or ask me to be their lover. Or they suggest spending the night together.... They even assign people to watch me all day or send threatening notes."
"That's rough."
Hearing it, I could see why she'd seek my help. It sounded like a stressful situation.
"I can help you. But... you know there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world."
"I can give you as much money as you want."
"Unfortunately, I'm already swimming in cash."
I slid my hand from her shoulder downward and grabbed her perky breast. It was definitely an E-cup.
"Eut."
The dancer let out a small moan and grabbed my wrist. But she looked me straight in the eye without a hint of shame.
"The Inspector wants my body too, I see."
"Three times should do it. Unlike those other guys, I won't cling to you afterward—we can end it cleanly."
Though after we did it, she might be the one clinging to me.
"......I have a condition."
"What is it?"
"Pretend to be my lover until this is over. Just announcing it won't convince them. So act like my lover."
"I don't plan to stay in this city long. Maybe three days or so."
"When you leave, I'll leave the city too. I'm sick of this place."
"......Fine. Is that all?"
I reached for her breast again, but she blocked me once more.
"One more thing. Payment after the job is done."
I nodded. Honestly, I wanted to pin her down right then, but I'd have her in three days anyway. Not a week—just three days. I could wait that long.
"Now we're lovers. Can't you at least let me touch your breasts?"
"We're not really lovers."
"Faking it requires details. You know those men hiding in that alley over there, watching us?"
"......I know. They're surveilling me."
The dancer frowned unpleasantly.
"To fool them, we need to look like real lovers. It's not like we're having sex—just a little breast play."
"......You're right, Inspector."
Her hand released mine. My now-free hand began kneading her breast freely.
The dancer leaned into me. Our faces drew close. I was slightly surprised by her forwardness.
"What brought this on all of a sudden?"
"If we're pretending to be lovers, we should do it right. I let you touch my breasts— is a kiss too much? Or does the Inspector dislike kissing?"
"Of course I like it."
The dancer wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed her lips to mine. Her moist, elastic lips rubbed against me.
And surprisingly, she parted her lips first and slipped her tongue in.
I wasn't about to refuse. I opened my mouth and welcomed her tongue. Hers danced around every corner of my mouth.
At some point, her body tensed. I was focused on the kiss and let my guard down, falling back into the fountain.
Splash.
We continued kissing in the fountain's cold water. Thanks to my 'Blessing of Water' skill, it was no issue for me, but the dancer kissing so casually underwater was unexpected. She definitely had water-related skills or traits.
It had been over a minute.
As I tried to pull myself up appropriately, water suddenly rushed into my nose and mouth, clogging my throat. Breathing was fine, but it felt awful. I flailed my arms to push her away, but her strength was no joke.
'Fuck. What the hell? Is she doing this on purpose?'
The dancer had her eyes closed, lost in the kiss.
I used mana to boost my strength and shoved her off.
"Puha!"
I sat up, exhaling and spitting out the water that had forced its way into my mouth and nose. Breathing wasn't a problem, but it was unpleasant.
"S-sorry, Inspector. I got too carried away..."
"It's fine. Let's call it a night. I'll walk you home."
"Ah. Yes. Thank you."
I escorted her to a high-class inn. Just before parting, I asked,
"By the way, what's your name?"
"Lisette."
"Lisette. See you this afternoon."
???
On my way back after parting with the dancer.
I sensed something off.
'......Is it because Ok-jeong tried to poison me last time?'
Maybe this dancer was another assassin prepared to kill me, just like Ok-jeong.
The Divine Seat, Blue Bird that Summons Dark Clouds.
Ok-jeong had received the water manipulation skill, Water Flow (C), from the Divine Seat. And the dancer had water manipulation abilities.
'It could be a coincidence. Or it might not be.'
Once suspicion crept in, everything seemed suspicious.
According to Romleng, the dancer had arrived in the city about a week ago and started captivating men.
I'd been appointed inspector ten days ago and came here, so the timing lined up. What if she'd come first to wait for me?
And that situation just now would have been extremely dangerous without 'Blessing of Water.' I could've drowned instantly the moment the water entered my mouth and nose.
'Lisette.... I need to look into her.'
???
Returning to Viscount Hartong's mansion, Romleng was waiting.
"Inspector. I've finished organizing all the documents."
"Ah. Thanks. You're quite capable. Why were you doing grunt work like a soldier? It's a waste of your talents."
Romleng gave a bitter smile.
"My brother said soldiering suited me."
The eldest son pushing aside the second son. Common in noble society.
"Speaking of which, I got an invitation for dinner but couldn't make it."
"No problem. With everything that happened, it couldn't be helped."
"I'll visit tomorrow then."
"Yes! I'll contact the family! My brother will be thrilled."
I don't forget favors. Even though Romleng was a guy, he'd guided me around the city today and let me sample the best dancers.
I asked Romleng,
"By the way, is your sister-in-law pretty?"
"......!"
Romleng's eyes widened in surprise. He knew I was a womanizer. He knew I was going to meet Viscount Hartong's wife. He probably even guessed what for.
"My sister-in-law is..."
Romleng hesitated. He clenched and unclenched his fists repeatedly.
Then he smiled.
"She's stunningly beautiful. If we're talking looks alone, she's even better than Viscountess Hartong. And that's because she's younger than Viscountess Hartong."
I understood why no one believed Elena's words.
???
Entering the bedroom, Viscountess Hartong sat on the bed in a sheer negligee. She stood up the moment she saw me.
"I've been waiting, Inspector."
"I've been waiting for this too."
I undressed. Naked, I savored the freedom and shook my dick.
"That lingerie is pretty, but I want to see your naked body, Madam."
"......Like this?"
She slipped off the negligee. Her body gleamed in the lamplight. Flawless skin without a scar, ample breasts, and dark red pubic hair between her groin. Surprisingly, her bush was neatly trimmed into a single vertical line.
"Your pubic hair is unusually shaped."
"......My husband made me do it."
I grinned. That pervert bastard.
I approached and touched her body. Her breasts were a bit lacking in firmness but soft, and I tugged them while stroking her plump thighs.
"Inspector Sung Yu-jin. My husband only made a mistake due to a misunderstanding. The death penalty is too much."
"Viscount Hartong tried to kill me. There are plenty of witnesses. Plus, he's done all sorts of shit. Embezzlement stands out—he brazenly skimmed from the city council's budget and pocketed it. His execution is already set."
"Ah, aaaah...!"
The distraught viscountess slumped onto the bed.
"Madam. Don't be foolish and sacrifice yourself for Viscount Hartong."
"......Are you telling me to leave the room like this?"
"You misunderstand. I'm saying sacrifice yourself for you and your child. Viscount Hartong will be executed, but the title won't vanish—it'll go to you."
Her eyes, filled with despair, sparkled with hope.
"Do you mean you won't punish me or my son, Inspector?"
"Viscount Hartong is the criminal, isn't he? And I like you."
I grabbed her thighs with both hands and applied slight pressure. They parted like automatic doors. Her flushed, spread pussy tempted me.
"Inspector...!"
"Remember, after the trial, how much of Viscount Hartong's fortune remains depends on you now."
"Aah! Inspector! Thank you for your mercy! Haeng!"
As I thrust out my dick, she hurriedly sat up and took it into her mouth.
"Your tongue work is good, Madam."
I smiled in satisfaction.