Chapter 772
Chapter 772
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 772
Chapter Title: Radiant Ascension Path
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Namgung Rin arrived at Sung Yu-jin's annex before the sun had risen.
She had scrapped all the plans she had devised alone yesterday. As long as Namgung Seol was in Sung Yu-jin's hands, no method would work—she had realized that much last night.
'This vile, wicked bastard...!'
Cursing him inwardly, she stepped into the annex.
"You're here."
Sung Yu-jin was sitting on the bed in the dim room, waiting for her.
"I'm telling you in advance: this is truly the last time I'll let it slide. If you disobey me even once more or try to attack me... that day will be the one Namgung Seol loses her virginity. Got it?"
"......I'm sorry. I was wrong."
"Hah. I've already taught you how to apologize properly. Do you have no learning ability at all?"
Namgung Rin lowered her head. There was no other way. If she resisted, he'd target Seol again. And as he said, this might really be the last time. Closing her eyes, she dropped to her knees on the floor. She pressed her elbows to the ground and bowed her forehead toward him.
"...Forgive me. Please pardon my offense."
"Hm."
Sung Yu-jin didn't reply right away. He had already decided to forgive her the moment she arrived. He was just dragging it out to instill humiliation and remind her of her place.
Five minutes passed, then ten, before he finally spoke.
"You're forgiven. Stand up. No word of thanks?"
"...Thank you."
Namgung Rin rose. The venom had drained from her face. Last night's events had shaken her deeply.
"Strip."
"What?!"
"You didn't think a simple apology would cut it, did you? I was pretty pissed yesterday too. Oh, don't worry—the thing you're afraid of won't happen. I'm not telling you to strip completely. Just down to your underwear."
"You filthy bastard...!"
"Heh. Want me to show you what really filthy looks like?"
Sung Yu-jin grinned sleazily. Thinking of her younger sister Namgung Seol, Namgung Rin couldn't resist any longer. She lowered her eyes and began undressing with trembling hands. Images of Namgung Seol filled her mind. If she didn't do this, Seol would suffer the humiliation instead. She absolutely couldn't allow that.
Slowly, layer by layer, her clothes came off. The pace was agonizingly deliberate, but Sung Yu-jin didn't rush her. He just watched her striptease with a smile.
Finally, she stood there in just her underwear. Sung Yu-jin admired it inwardly. Namgung Rin's lingerie was boldly revealing—different from the breast covering he'd seen before.
The red silk dudou, diamond-shaped and covering her chest and belly, failed to hide the shape of her ample breasts. Right at the center, the outline of her erect nipples was starkly visible.
Her pubic area was covered by red panties too—plain, no patterns, but skimpy with a high-leg cut like a thong. Sung Yu-jin nearly snorted at the sight. A few pubic hairs peeked out from the sides. This world had no culture of trimming them. At least armpit hair got shaved.
"Ngh..."
Unable to bear his gaze, Namgung Rin covered her chest and crotch with her hands and arms.
"Do 1,000 sit-to-stands. Finish before the sun's fully up, and that's it for this morning. Sound merciful?"
Namgung Rin scowled. She didn't like it, but as he said, 1,000 sit-to-stands was trivial. With her physical abilities, she could finish in under three minutes.
"You won't go back on your word, right?"
"Heh. A man's word is heavier than a thousand gold."
Sung Yu-jin cracked the window open. The sun was already peeking out. Growing urgent, Namgung Rin bent her knees.
"Hold on. That's not proper squat form. Straighten up and try again."
"......Perverted freak."
Namgung Rin stood straight. She knew what he wanted. She placed both hands behind her head. Her smooth, pale armpits were exposed. Feeling Sung Yu-jin's eyes lick over her breasts and armpits, her face flushed red.
"Hurry up. Time doesn't wait."
"...I know."
Namgung Rin squatted down. The key was spreading her knees and lowering until her butt nearly touched the floor. Every time her form slipped, Sung Yu-jin snapped corrections like lightning. Almost instinctively, she focused on her posture as she began the sit-to-stands.
The sun climbed higher. As light streamed through the window, brightening the room, her anxiety mounted. Her pace quickened, her breasts bouncing wildly. It was mortifying, but she had no choice.
"No internal energy."
"I'm not using any!"
Startled, Namgung Rin yelped. She wasn't. Her nerves had just made her reach for it unconsciously.
"Hoo, ha, huff..."
It got tough around 600. Sweat poured. At full speed without rest or internal energy, her strength began to flag.
And her large breasts were a hindrance. They jiggled every which way, straining her shoulders and making her chest ache.
"Eek?!"
Namgung Rin lost balance slightly. Her right breast slipped out the side of her dudou. Sung Yu-jin stared at the rigidly erect pink nipple. The color was pretty, but the areola and nipple were cow-like in size.
"E-eyes off!"
"Why? Your mistake."
Gritting her teeth, Namgung Rin quickly cupped her breast and tucked it back in. But things didn't go her way. Sweat made it slippery, and the hard, large nipple kept catching on the fabric. Her panic didn't help.
Sung Yu-jin leisurely enjoyed her fumbling with her breast.
Once fixed, Namgung Rin resumed. Slower than before. Fatigue and distraction made speed impossible.
"Fail."
Sung Yu-jin declared it at the 972nd.
"N-no! There's still time...!"
"The sun's up."
He flung the window wide demonstratively. He was right—the sun had risen.
"......"
Despair etched Namgung Rin's face as she slumped to the floor. Her body was drenched in sweat, breaths ragged.
"Don't just sit there. Come here."
"...What do you plan to do?"
"Nothing weird. Hurry."
Namgung Rin approached hesitantly. Sung Yu-jin patted his thigh. Sit.
"You're insane?!"
"Not stripping, just sitting on my thigh. Quit questioning my orders. It's annoying."
"......"
Namgung Rin dragged her feet over. Her sweat-soaked underwear clung transparently. The dudou bulged with nipples and areolas; the panties, waterlogged, revealed her slit and clit outline. Hers was large too.
Sitting on Sung Yu-jin's thigh, she wrinkled her nose at his scent. Not disgust—it annoyed her that it smelled appealing. And her own sweat stench embarrassed her.
Sung Yu-jin supported her back with one arm, stroking her belly as usual with the other. His cool hand soothed her heated skin.
'...This much is fine. He's always stroked my belly anyway.'
Sung Yu-jin quietly caressed her belly. Pressing her lower abdomen with fingers, dipping into her navel.
Namgung Rin felt a tickle, then growing heat. Unlike workout warmth—it built from deep inside her lower belly.
"Haa... haa... haa."
She clamped her thighs tight, hot breaths escaping, legs quivering anyway.
Suddenly, Sung Yu-jin's face neared hers. startled, Namgung Rin grabbed his forehead and pushed.
"Wh-what were you about to do?!"
He said brazenly.
"What else? A kiss. You interrupted me and Seol yesterday, so take responsibility."
"If I refuse here...?"
"I'll do Seol. Or you do it instead."
"......"
Namgung Rin dropped her hand. Someday Seol might be defiled by him anyway—but not now. Not like this. She just wanted to spare Seol the pain.
Sung Yu-jin's lips met her pink ones. Naturally, he used his tongue. Lip pecks weren't his style.
Namgung Rin couldn't resist. From sitting on his thigh... no, from coming to him at dawn, her resolve had already cracked.
She gave in and accepted the kiss.
"Mmmph... slurp..."
Her hands gripped his shoulders. He was too good. She should hate it, but her body heated up, pleasure building. Soon her tongue moved, tangling with his.
She swallowed his saliva. Tasteless, yet somehow sweet.
"Mmph... mm... smack."
Namgung Rin fidgeted her legs. Her lower belly tingled insistently; she squirmed. She blamed his constant belly-stroking.
"Haa... mmph, slurp..."
The kiss deepened. She felt wronged—her first kiss stolen like this.
"Mmmph?!"
Suddenly, Namgung Rin's eyes flew wide. A signal from her lower belly. She desperately needed to pee. Her bladder was about to burst.
Her hands pounded his shoulders and back urgently. But Sung Yu-jin didn't budge. Internal energy? Blocked by his kiss and stroking hand. Her back was pinned.
Thud, thud thud!
She stomped for signals. He ignored. Their eyes met—his steady, fixed only on her.
'Th-this guy... on purpose...?'
She hit her limit. Warm liquid gushed, soaking his thigh. Steam rose faintly. Shame welled tears in her eyes. Sung Yu-jin kept kissing until she finished.
"Heh. Yesterday on the floor, today on my thigh. Where for lunch, I wonder?"
"Y-you! You did something!"
Sung Yu-jin laughed, pulling her waist tighter. His other hand stroked her hair.
"That's it for this morning. Don't forget to come after lunch."
"......"
Namgung Rin hated how comforting his touch felt.
???
Two days had passed since that morning kiss with Sung Yu-jin. From then on, he had kissed her daily. Namgung Rin couldn't refuse. No—over time, her will to resist his commands faded. Today at lunch, she'd naturally stripped to underwear before him, exercised, sat on his thigh, kissed... and peed.
'Every time he strokes my belly, I can't hold it. He's definitely doing something. But no way to fight back...'
Namgung Rin sighed. Soon, tonight, she'd pee before him again. She hated growing used to it.
'Let's talk to Seol. Chatting with her always cheers me up.'
Cute little sister. Pretty little sister. Thinking of Namgung Seol made this life bearable. Steelng herself, she headed to Seol's annex. Then she sensed a presence and veered slightly.
"Ahh, haang! Young Master Sung... haak! Too deep! If Miss Seol notices, haaaang!"
Namgung Rin froze.
Behind the annex, in a secluded corner invisible unless close, Namgung Seol's guard Namgung Guha was entangled with Sung Yu-jin. Guha had only her pants off, hands on the wall, ass offered to him. Sung Yu-jin gripped her hips, thrusting wildly like a beast in heat.
His thick shaft plunged in and out of her folds, clear fluids dripping to the ground.
"Ah, aaang! Y-young Master Sung...! Hiiik!"
"Tighten properly. Squeeze me right if you want me satisfied. Well, even if you don't, Seol will, so no big deal."
"Hng! I'll tighten! Just... not Miss Seol...!"