Chapter 435
Chapter 435
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 435
Chapter Title: Level Up System
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I barged into a nearby house to complete the quest. If the front gate was locked, I hopped the fence.
“Wh-who are you?”
The sudden intruder made a middle-aged auntie tremble. I narrowed my eyes.
‘Looks… bottom tier. Tsk.’
Even mid-tier I’d fuck, but bottom tier’s too much of a time sink. Better to raid another house for a beauty.
Still, no way I was just passing by.
I needed to successfully hypnotize three people.
“Sugella!”
“Y-yes…?”
Hypnosis didn’t activate.
Not a failure—it straight-up wouldn’t use. Hypnosis required an energy like mana… Magic Power, and I had zero right now.
‘Right! In the original work, it took hours to recover after burning through all magic power!’
I clicked my tongue. Backing off felt lame.
I pointed the gun clutched in my hand at her. She flinched hard.
To prove it was real, I pulled the trigger. The flowerpot by the door shattered to pieces.
The auntie shook like a leaf.
“P-please, spare me.”
“Want to live? Hand over some food.”
The auntie’s soybean paste stew was spicy and delicious.
After scarfing it all down, I sprawled out on the floor. Belly full, suddenly too lazy to move. I flicked on the TV. Nothing but boring crap.
Glanced sideways. The auntie knelt there, trembling. Gun still in my lap.
Wooo-ooo-ooo! Wooo-ooo-ooo!
Police sirens wailed outside. Looked like a neighbor found the body and called it in.
‘Later than I figured.’
I stayed totally chill. Gangchon-dong didn’t have much CCTV. I’d been careful on the way here too. Still, if they combed every dashcam and such, they’d peg me as the perp.
‘But I’ve got hypnosis~’
If my hypnosis level was higher, I could’ve turned the cops into my puppets right now.
“Auntie. You’re hoping, huh? Think the police’ll nab me?”
“Y-yes?! N-no!”
The auntie panicked. Just like I said, she seemed more at ease now.
“Too bad. Cops are useless. Won’t spot me even right here.”
“……”
I looked around. The room was rundown as hell. No bed at all. Quilt pile and wardrobe in one corner, ancient TV, wallpaper torn in spots. The attached kitchen was just as beat-up.
My eyes landed on a photo on the wall. Family shot. The auntie and a middle-aged guy.
Not total poverty, but clinging to poor.
“When’s your hubby get home?”
“S-soon.”
“Yeah?”
“…Yes.”
No clue if truth or lie. Probably bullshit.
“Ah, wanna fuck.”
“W-what?”
The auntie freaked. Face full of terror.
Truth? Dying to hit another house and bang a babe. But cops crawling outside on the case. Gotta hole up here for hours at least.
Not scared of cops, but shaking them off with my current stats would be a hassle.
Out of her sight, I fiddled with my smartphone and pulled out bundles of cash from beside my thigh.
Four stacks of 50,000-won bills. Total 20 million won.
“Auntie. Fuck me. I’ll give you 20 million.”
“What…?”
The auntie eyed me warily, trying to read intent.
Could just rape her. Body’s weak now, but this pistol’s a beast. Nah, too lazy.
Buying it’s fine too.
‘Money’s worth varies. 20 mil’s pocket change to me, life-changing for her.’
Proof: she kept sneaking peeks at the cash. Hooked.
20 million’s huge for a poor auntie. Maybe more than her life savings.
Even top Gangnam hookers don’t charge that for one go.
“One fuck, this is yours. In?”
“Th-that…”
“20 million. 20 million. Know you’d pull maybe 100k whoring? Gonna pass?”
“……”
“No? Whatever.”
“I-I’ll do it. You really giving 20 million?”
“Right now.”
I tossed the bundles at her. She gulped and snatched them up. Sniffed the money scent, then clutched them tight to her chest.
That reaction? Desperate for cash. Maybe millions in debt.
“Auntie. This ain’t free.”
“…Got it. But… condom…”
“20 mil a joke to you?”
“……”
The auntie set the bundles down gentle as fine china. Started to strip her top.
“Nah, keep clothes on. No need. Just panties off.”
“…Yes.”
She hiked up her long skirt and peeled off the tacky, cheap-smelling pink panties. Beneath the thick jungle bush, wrinkled crimson labia poked out.
I just unzipped and pulled out my dick. Barely 10% hard, but it radiated presence.
I crooked a finger. She approached, tense.
Tentative hands gripped and kneaded my dick. Other hand on her pussy, rubbing slow. Getting me hard, her wet.
Took ages to erect. And only to 70%. A knockout would’ve had it raging, but auntie was subpar.
I glued eyes to the TV. Licked my lips at the hot idol.
‘That chick… her nape’s sexy as hell.’
The auntie climbed on. Skirt up, aligned my dick to her pussy.
“Haaak…”
“Hm? Pussy’s tight. When’d you last fuck?”
“3 years… ago…”
“Spiderweb cunt, huh. Hubby a eunuch?”
“……”
Family pic showed an old hubby. Reasons galore: ED from age, side chick, brothel crawler.
Squish… squelch.
Passive at first, now she was a fish in water. Thrusts sped up, moans spilling.
I slammed her depths. White foam leaked from her pussy. Nothing else great, but that hole worked.
“Huuut!”
She shuddered. Face slick with sweat.
“Auntie. I ain’t cum yet. Keep going.”
She spread legs, squatted low. Skirt hiked, pussy devouring my dick in view.
Soon I blew. Ejaculation dragged over 20 seconds. Unlike stats at 1, virility held at 60.
Superhuman stamina.
“Hueee…”
As she stifled a moan, bangs hit the front door.
“Anyone home?! Police here! Cooperate with incident investigation!”
Orgasm-shaken auntie startled, eyes on me.
“Go chat. You know what to say, right?”
“…Yes.”
She rose. Cum gushed from her gaping pussy, trickling down her thighs.
“One tip: cops nab me first, or my bullet? No plans to kill you. Don’t like offing women.”
Door bangs kept coming.
“……”
“Money too.”
She glanced at the bills, nodded resolute. Yelled outside.
“Coming out now!”
About 3 minutes later, she returned inside.
“What’d cops say?”
“Asked if… saw anyone suspicious…”
Cops hadn’t pinned a suspect yet. Few hours since the crime—no way.
I eyed the TV.
Just TV time made my dick lonely. Needed pussy.
“Auntie, round two. 5 mil extra.”
Waved the bundle. Greed lit her eyes. Line crossed once, twice is nothing.
“…Yes.”
Time dragged.
Felt magic power recover. This world’s magic power was mana-like but distinct. Couldn’t handle it like mana.
“Sugella!”
“Auntie. Get up.”
The blank-eyed auntie rose.
“Three steps right.”
Hypnosis level 1. Suggestion-level effect, and even that had a timer.
“10 jumping jacks, 10 sit-ups, 10 push-ups.”
“…Yes?”
The auntie parroted back. Hypnosis didn’t fully take.
I didn’t panic. Knew level 1 limits from the original. Only one-dimensional commands worked now. Anything complex with two-plus failed.
But this did.
“Auntie, how old?”
“36.”
“You’re 37 from now on. How old?”
“…37.”
Perception shift worked. But limits at this level. If she obsessed over her real age, it’d snap easy.
“Ah, and forget you were hypnotized.”
“Yes.”
Hypnosis broke.
Clueless why she stood there, eyes darting.
“Auntie. Let’s keep going.”
I waved the bills.
“Ah, yes.”
“Auntie, how old?”
“Uh, was it… 36… no, 37.”
Even post-hypnosis, the altered perception stuck. That’s hypnosis’s terror.
Low level meant mild confusion though. Check her ID, poof.
‘Proficiency hits 100%, levels up. Builds per use, but burns magic power… Days to hit level 2.’
Original protag used hypnosis sparingly. Feared its power. Most scared of targets noticing post-wear-off.
Thought gov’t’d grab and dissect him. Only used on women. Growth snail-paced.
‘I’m different.’
Protag had only hypnosis. Me? Gun, acceleration skill, teleport scroll.
“Auntie. Didn’t you say hubby was coming soon?”
“…Sorry. He’s back around 3 a.m.”
“Pussy squeezes good. I’ll let it slide.”
???
“Good work, auntie. Forget today’s events to the grave. Report if you want… but cops’ll snag that cash? Hubby thrilled?”
“Won’t tell a soul.”
The auntie said, dead serious.
“You’re sharp. You’ll manage. Trusting you. Stew was great. Oh, age again?”
“37.”
The auntie scored 50 million won off me, and I slipped out around 1 a.m. Body already cleared. Cops stationed, but stairs open. Too vital for the hood to block.
I snuck past cops, heading lower Gangchon-dong. My spot was deepest in.
Down below, leaned against a streetlamp. Magic power refreshed—ready to hypnotize any passerby. Perfect timing: a figure approached from the dark.
‘Too dim to tell. A woman?’