Chapter 573
Chapter 573
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 573
Chapter Title: Academy's Savior
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"Hold on."
Someone's voice stopped us. I rolled my eyes sideways to check the owner of the voice.
It was Jen, the Devil Hunter who'd been sent flying into the ceiling after taking a hit from Harteng.
"I have something to ask you two."
"You're still alive, huh."
"My body's pretty durable."
"For someone like that, your abdomen looks terribly caved in at the center."
"A few days of rest and it'll heal. More importantly... who the hell are you guys?"
I had no intention of answering him honestly just because he asked. If I planned to reveal my identity, I wouldn't be wearing a mask in the first place.
"Why should we tell you who we are when you won't even reveal yourself?"
"My identity? I can tell you that much. I'm Jen Height, an A-rank Hero. I hunt down and kill demons hiding in various corners of the world."
Jen removed his mask without hesitation.
Sharp features framed by reddish-brown hair. His black eyes sank deep.
"...Just because I opposed Harteng doesn't mean I'm not your enemy. You're too reckless."
"Doesn't the fact that you haven't attacked me even though you could mean I'm at least not your enemy?"
"If you want to die, I can make that happen."
I had zero intention of compromising with him. As I made that clear, Jen let out a sigh.
"Fine. If that's how you want it, no helping it. I thought I'd found some comrades I could vibe with, but you have no interest in joining me."
"Go find your comrades at the Hero Association."
"I did. Not many have the guts and skill to take on demons."
"Why target Harteng? He's a duke. A grand demon. You must've known your skills weren't enough."
"I took down a demon marquess recently. It was under heavy restrictions, and my power counters demons, so it went down surprisingly easy. A duke's just one step above a marquess. I figured with that small gap, some hard work could bridge it."
"Idiot. You have no idea how big that one step is."
That single step wasn't something you could cross easily due to condition or mindset. Without Yuria and me, Jen would've been 100% dead.
"Can't argue with 'idiot.' If you're not gonna reveal yourselves, that's fine. No point clinging to people I don't like. But one last question."
"What?"
"Will you keep taking down other demons from here on?"
"I've got a bit of a grudge against those things."
"Way more trustworthy than the self-righteous justice types."
Jen walked past us and vanished. I wasn't sure if he left the cruise ship or returned to a room inside. Honestly, I didn't care.
'The Hero Association will come knocking in a few hours.'
With the spatial movement scroll, we didn't need to worry about escape plans.
I returned to the room, cradled in Yuria's arms.
Over half the people on the cruise ship were dead. Roughly 2,000 in numbers. 600 were invited guests, the rest Harteng's slaves.
If I listened quietly from the room, I could hear the chaos inside the ship.
'With Harteng gone, the slaves are freed. Free at last. It's natural for chaos to ensue without Harteng's order.'
Even if they'd lost what they gained from deals with Harteng, escaping demon slavery would make them thrilled.
"But... why are you still here, Lamia? Harteng's dead. No need to serve us anymore."
I said to Lamia standing before me.
"I want to fully complete the task assigned to me. I'll serve you until the guests leave this ship."
Lamia's eyes were still dead. I thought Harteng had changed her personality, but this must be her true nature.
"If I ordered you to die right now, would you?"
"Yes."
"You planned to die from the start. After I leave?"
"Yes."
"Not loyalty to Harteng, then. Always like this?"
"Yes."
"..."
I grew interested in Lamia. I fired off questions, and she answered every sensitive one without hesitation.
Lamia Crowley.
She lost her family in an accident as a child and became a pianist. A comet in the music world, appearing and vanishing.
"I made a deal with Harteng. In exchange for pianist talent, I bet I'd become the world's best in three years."
"You failed, so now you're serving me."
"Yes. I wasn't the only pianist contracted with Harteng. There were three. None of us became the best. We couldn't surpass innate geniuses."
Most of Harteng's slaves probably had similar stories.
Lamia got lucky.
One, she met me, and I quite liked her. Two, she was an ordinary human. If awakened, she'd have been sacrificed to Harteng.
"Lamia. Since you're planning to die anyway, how about working under me?"
"...I won't be much help. All I can do is menial chores."
"Menial chores are the most annoying. No pressure. Refuse and kill yourself if you want; I won't stop you."
Lamia thought for a moment, then said,
"I'll do it."
"Wrong guess. Thought you'd refuse."
"I wanted to die because I had nothing to do."
"Now you're my subordinate. Don't die on your own."
"Yes."
"First order. Strip. You too, Yuria."
The three of us bonded stickily on the bed.
As expected, the Hero Association's rescue ship arrived. Spotting it, I tore the spatial movement scroll. The Association would cover this up.
There were more than one or two celebrities on board. If the truth got out, the world would panic.
Seeing the rescue ship, I prepared to leave.
"Master. Someone's watching this room from outside."
Jen's face came to mind.
'Can't read the room and stalks me, huh.'
Fools deserve to pay for their stupidity.
"Not a big deal, right? Take him out."
"As you command."
Yuria vanished for about two minutes, then returned.
"Who was it?"
"Eric Bogart's attendant. Took care of Eric Bogart while at it. Nosy meddling?"
"Good job. He was gonna die anyway. How'd you do it?"
"He was drunk, so I snuck up and slit his throat. Left the body there. Shall I retrieve it or dump it in the sea?"
"No need. The Association won't figure out who did it. They'll pin it all on Harteng. Alright, let's bounce. Lamia, you too."
Back in Korea.
I went home, and Yuria found a new place nearby. It worked out great.
Close enough to sneak out and have fun discreetly. The place was mansion-level, but money was easy to make, plus casino winnings from the ship.
While in this world, Yuria trained Lamia to assist me non-combat wise. In under a month, Lamia became a decent secretary. Yuria's teaching was top-notch, but Lamia had talent too.
Before Yuria left, I indulged in the concept.
"Yuria-noona!"
"Yes, Master."
I sat on Yuria's lap on the bed. Relaxing fully, her left hand gently stroked my back.
Her soft, warm breasts touched my face. From below, their size hit me anew. Her right hand wrapped my cock, stroking slowly. Precum from the urethra made her fair hand sticky.
"Anywhere uncomfortable?"
"Nope."
Uncomfortable? No way. It felt better by the second, body going limp.
Her right hand tightened. The white breasts jiggled slightly, tempting me. Pink nipples swayed left, right. Unable to hold back, I latched on like a fish biting bait.
"Nnngh..."
I suckled her nipple like a regressing child. Didn't tire even after a while. Then swirled with tongue, nibbled lightly with teeth.
"Ahh..., haang."
Her upper body trembled faintly at strong stimulation. Fun reaction. I used both hands to lavish her breasts.
After two handjob orgasms, I straddled her chest. Her flushed face and blue eyes kept me hard.
"Noona. Cock's all sticky."
I rubbed my cock on her face. Chin, lips, nose, cheeks, eyes, forehead. Felt good anywhere. Seeing her pristine beauty dirtied by my cock kept me erect.
"Must be uncomfortable. I'll clean it right up."
Her crimson tongue licked every inch. I enjoyed watching her face.
"Haang... slurp... chuuup..."
I came on her diligently licking face. Seeing it coated in thick semen, I felt satisfied and surrendered fully.
"Haaang! Haaaah, ahn!"
Yuria moved lewdly atop me. Her pussy devoured my cock relentlessly, switching positions seductively when I tired.
"Ugh! Noona! Gonna cum again!"
"Anytime, don't hold back! My pussy exists for Master. Aang!"
She gripped my ankles, taking me to the hilt. Only after I finished did she release and rise.
Her satisfied smile showed white semen dripping from her pussy.
Seeing it, my cock hardened again, who knows how many times.
"I'll offer this body however many times to satisfy Master."
Yuria's final day ended as usual, with pure white fluid.
A weird rumor spread in some neighborhood.
A small-framed rapist on the loose. Dozens of women hit, but no actual victims reported, so dismissed as rumor.
But it was true.
Wearing a clown mask, I roamed nationwide raping women. Rape them, film it, threaten no reports. Even if reported, I'm a kid under 10. Korean law can't touch me—I kindly inform them, most give up.
"Yu-jin-nim."
The blonde foreign beauty secretary Lamia called me. Her Korean was fluent.
"What, Lamia."
"A woman raped by Master two weeks ago reported to police."
"No biggie. Cops can't do shit."
"Korea branch Hero Association's moving. Deeming it special case."
"Tch. Might get caught playing in Korea. Lamia, business trip. To Japan. You know."
"Yes."
With Lamia's help, spatial scrolls, and Mirror Tunnel, anywhere in the world. If Korea Association moves, lay low awhile.
'Good karma's dropped quite a bit.'
I'd planned to live nicely and hoard good karma.
But elementary school life was boring. Everywhere, beautiful women walking streets. Hold back?
'My patience isn't that great. Fine. As long as evil karma doesn't rise fast.'
Just rape, no killing—evil karma rises slowly. Ways to boost good karma? Easiest: kill villains.
'Till good karma hits exactly 10. Just till then.'
The Playful Life app was for my fun, after all.
'In a created world, gotta enjoy it. Heh.'