Chapter 645
Chapter 645
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 645
Chapter Title: Clan House
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“It’s fine. You’ll get the hang of it as you go. I’ll help you out. First, relax your arms... like this...”
I was startled. Her hand had grabbed my forearm and hand.
“Noona will teach you properly.”
My eyes met Hana Jeong’s. She smiled like a fox. Something hot flickered in her gaze.
I had a gut feeling. This woman’s got her eyes on me.
“...Yeah. Noona.”
I welcomed her touch. I could feel her hand slowly gliding over my arm muscles.
“Relax a bit more.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah. Swing it just like that.”
Her face drew close to mine. She didn’t wear perfume. There was a faint scent of sweat mixed with that natural feminine aroma. A familiar smell—one I’d breathed in plenty of times on the bed.
Crack!
The log split cleanly in half.
“Is that right, noona?”
“Perfect. You’re doing great.”
She stepped back from my side. I already had the basics down, but I played dumb, swinging the axe in the wrong direction on purpose. The log split at an odd angle.
“......Yeah, that’s what happens.”
“Don’t get discouraged. I’ll keep helping you.”
“Thanks, noona.”
Hana Jeong came close again, adjusting my stance.
“You should loosen up your back and waist too.”
“Oh. Got it.”
Her touch was subtle. I felt a urge to touch her body in return, but she could flip her attitude in an instant. This was reality—I had to play the part and let her take the lead.
“Noona, it’s kinda hot. Mind if I take off my shirt?”
“Uh, sure? Don’t mind me—do whatever.”
I stripped off my top. My sculpted muscles were on full display. Hunters were known for their physiques, and I confidently ranked in the top 10%.
Right now, my muscles were in perfect balance, thanks to the Playful Life app. Jin Se-young had said so herself.
“......”
Hana Jeong stared blankly at my torso. Her husband was a B-rank hunter too—shouldn’t be anything new for her. But her eyes were blatantly fixed on my pecs. Looked like she wanted to suck on my perked-up nipples.
Her husband’s a B-rank hunter like me... but support types often don’t show much muscle. This might be her first time seeing a body like mine.
I gripped the axe with both hands. My forearms bulged. Hana Jeong swallowed hard.
“Y-Yu-jin, your grip’s too tight.”
“Oh, really? How does it go again...?”
“Like this. Here.”
She reached for my body again. I stayed calm, letting her guide the swing.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
“Now you’ve got it.”
“Haha. Once I get the trick, it’s easy and kinda fun.”
“Fun’s fleeting. Bet you’ll be sick of it in under ten minutes.”
It wasn’t even ten. After a minute, chopping logs got tedious. But with Hana Jeong beside me, I kept my face neutral and swung away.
“Yu-jin, you can stop now. We’ve got more than enough thanks to you.”
I glanced back. At least a thousand pieces stacked up.
“Whoa... Do we really need this many?”
“We do. Damn traditions... They even cook on a wood-fired stove instead of gas or induction. With all these people, this’ll last two weeks tops. Oh, wanna help load the truck?”
“I’ll stick with you to the end.”
I carried the logs to the truck and stacked them. My enhanced physique made it effortless.
Job done, we sat on the truck’s tailgate to rest.
“Won’t they wonder where you are?”
“Rushing back just means more chores. Better to chill here a bit. Oh, this is our little secret?”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Good. I trust you.”
Silence fell. She looked up at the sky. I did too. Nothing else to see. Clear blue skies.
“What’s on for tomorrow, noona?”
“Tomorrow? Whatever mother-in-law assigns, I guess.”
“Clan house life’s no joke, huh...”
“Nope. Ours is extra rough with all the traditions. Oh, you smoke?”
“Smoke? Nah. You do?”
“Yeah. Quit five years ago. But sometimes I crave it bad.”
Hana Jeong gave an awkward smile. Surprising—she had such a fresh face, hard to imagine her ever touching a cigarette.
“...I’ve got a few packs at home. Want some?”
Her face lit up.
“For real? ...Nah, don’t need a whole pack. Just one cig... one’s enough.”
“Must be rough if you’re dying for a smoke you quit.”
“Don’t even ask. When I first came here, I legit thought about running away. I’m used to it now, sorta.”
She raised her arm, twisting it side to side. Crack, crack.
“Shoulders stiff?”
“Yeah. Aches at my age—worries me for later.”
“Want a shoulder rub? I’m pretty good at massages.”
“......Mind? Just don’t overdo the pressure.”
“No worries.”
I placed my hands on her shoulders. No plans to use Sexual Sensitivity Boost. I was confident I could handle her without it.
I started kneading.
“Feel good? Nice and cool?”
“Yeah. Feels great. No joke—really refreshing. You a pro?”
“Not pro, but massages are my thing.”
A playful smile tugged at Hana Jeong’s lips.
“That confident? Then... legs too? Been on my feet a lot lately—legs are killing me.”
“Of course.”
I sat beside her. She hiked up her long skirt and laid her leg across my lap. Pale, smooth skin. Even her plump thighs were visible.
Her intent was clear. Testing me, or seducing me. Either way, I was game.
I massaged her leg. Calf firm, thigh soft.
“Whoa, you’re really good...”
“Feeling better?”
“Yeah. So good.”
“Arms too?”
“Please. Oh, better take off the jeogori?”
No need, but I nodded.
“Yeah, probably.”
Hana Jeong slipped off her jeogori. Her blue skirt was hiked up tight around her chest. Bigger than I thought. Deep cleavage right there.
Thought C-cup, but that’s gotta be E at least.
White bra, but her size made it spill over.
As I worked her arms, I said,
“You sure it’s okay stripping like this in front of a guy?”
“Interested in this ajumma’s body?”
“Ajumma? You’re gorgeous, noona. Look twenty-something easy.”
“Sweet talk sounds nice, even if it’s BS.”
“Not BS.”
My eyes widened mid-massage.
Unbelievable sight. Wet spots bloomed on her bra—two round stains. No rain, no one touching her. Only one explanation: breast milk.
She noticed my stare, glanced down, and frantically covered her chest with one hand. Her cheeks flushed red.
“Oh gosh, sorry you had to see that...”
“It’s fine. Still leaking?”
“Baby’s just weaned. I produce a ton—leaks like this sometimes. Supposed to pump regularly, forgot this time... So embarrassing.”
“Totally natural. No big deal.”
I swallowed secretly. Dying to suck it straight from the source, but no way right now.
“Thanks for the massage. Gotta head back.”
She slipped her jeogori back on. I hopped off the truck.
“See you next time, noona.”
“Yeah.”
She drove off to the clan house. Before heading back, I went to the waterfall for some training.
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Next morning.
A messenger from the Jeong clan house arrived. Clan head Jeong So-un had business with me.
His request: hunt a wild boar.
Apparently, his nephew went for an early walk and spotted a huge one deep in the mountains.
I accepted. Jeong So-un held the most power in the village and seemed tight with Jin Woo-seong, so I’d humor him. In return, the clan house would provide food and drinks during my stay.
400-year-old clan recipes... Looking forward to it.
Jeong So-un brimmed with pride over their cuisine. Not your everyday fare.
Up the mountain, after three hours of tracking, I found it.
Harder to track than a monster.
Two boars.
One massive, over a meter. The other average. They didn’t flee—charged me instead.
Think they’re the monsters here?
Ridiculous.
No need for my sword or mana. Two kicks caved their skulls—instant kills.
More behind.
Four piglets, a bit bigger than my fist. Stomping would splatter blood on my clothes, so I zapped them with brain lightning.
Job done.
Snapped proof pics and headed down for the feast.
Delicious! Amazing! 400-year tradition!
After lunch, I trained at the waterfall and went home. Jin Se-young still wasn’t back, even by evening.
“Anyone home?”
A knock and familiar voice. I rushed to open the gate—Hana Jeong stood there, baby strapped to her back in a carrier, paper bags in hand.
I took her bags and asked,
“Noona, what brings you here?”
“Brought dinner.”
“No one else lives here. Relax with the formalities.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Come in.”
I let her in and shut the gate. She even unpacked and set the table herself.
“You didn’t have to do all that.”
“It’s fine. Part of my job.”
I glanced at the baby she’d set down. Sleeping soundly, even breaths.
“Your son, noona? Cute.”
“Isn’t he? Name’s Jeong Woon-su.”
“You eaten?”
“Yeah. Eat up.”
Hana Jeong glanced around.
“Looking for this?”
I handed her cigarettes and a lighter.
“Y-You actually have some...?”
“Told you.”
She took one nervously. Clearly debating if she should.
“Smoke in the bathroom, noona. Be careful with the smell on your clothes—no one’ll notice.”
“Yeah... Be right back.”
Twenty minutes later, she returned. Looked like three cigs. Her face glowed more than before.
“Craving more, just come by.”
“Dunno if I can. Village has eyes everywhere—rumors spread fast. No excuse, no visit.”
She cleared the table and prepped to leave with the baby in record time.
“Noona, hold up.”
I called just before she passed the gate.
“Yeah? Something to say?”
“Might smell like smoke. Mind if I check?”
“Checking alone’s different. Please.”
I leaned in close, sniffing her shoulders, neck, hair, chest, waist, skirt—thoroughly.
“Kinda embarrassing...”
“No smoke smell. Thought there’d be some... Did you strip to smoke?”
“Trick of the trade. Hands okay? Washed good—no scent?”
“Yeah, clean. Just one spot left.”
“Last one? Thought we did it all.”
“Missed your mouth. Say ahh~”
Hana Jeong smiled seductively and opened wide.
“Ahh~”