Chapter 918
Chapter 918
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 918
Chapter Title: Hawaii
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"...I knew Go-jun hyung liked my woman. I just can't understand it. He's already been turned down."
To say I didn't understand would be a flat-out lie. I understood all too well.
Jang Go-jun had been carrying a torch for Han A-young for years. If she were just an average girl, he might have moved on by now. But was Han A-young average? She had the skills, the personality, and the looks—she was the total package. It wasn't for nothing that Han Ha-rin, who was a stunning beauty in her own right, felt a deep sense of inferiority whenever she was around her sister.
'Another reason Jang Go-jun can't let go of her is that we're not officially dating.'
Because of that, he clung to the desperate hope that he still had a chance, even though A-young had absolutely zero interest in him.
"Does it bother you?" the instructor asked.
"...Yeah. It's actually bothering me quite a bit."
I was being sincere. Even though I was the one actually sleeping with A-young, the thought of him picturing her naked body in his head pissed me off. If the instructor weren't standing right there, I would have run over and smacked the back of Jang Go-jun's head into the dirt.
"It's just his imagination anyway. And the one suffering the most right now is trainee Jang Go-jun," the instructor noted.
He was probably right. The last thing Jang Go-jun would ever want to see was A-young and me having sex. Unless he was a total degenerate, there was no way he was enjoying this.
'What really grinds my gears, though...'
Was that the version of me in his head was hideously ugly.
'What the hell is with that half-assed face? I'm ten times more handsome than that.'
But what annoyed me even more was that in his imagination, my dick was tiny—a pathetic 5cm. And that little thing was poking at the imaginary A-young's pussy.
'At least his mental image of A-young's face is spot on... but...'
I glanced at the imaginary A-young's breasts. They were smaller than the real ones, with small, pinkish nipples.
'Haha.'
I sneered at Jang Go-jun.
The real Han A-young had large areolas and inverted nipples. Jang Go-jun didn't have a clue about her most intimate secrets.
'The build is similar, but the details are all wrong. Well, I guess he’s never actually seen her naked.'
I checked out the imaginary A-young's pussy and almost burst out laughing. There was just a tiny bit of hair and a cartoonishly pink slit.
'Why the hell are the pubes black? Can't he tell from her hair color? What an idiot.'
The real A-young's pussy was smaller than that, and it was covered in thick, lush pubic hair—even around the outer labia. It was actually a bit thicker than Han Ha-rin's.
'Touching A-young or Ha-rin's pussies always feels pleasantly fuzzy. It’s not a bad texture at all... even if the hair gets in your mouth during cunnilingus. Everything has its pros and cons.'
I stroked my chin as I watched Jang Go-jun focusing intently on his nightmare.
"You think doing this will actually help him overcome his mental blocks?" I asked.
"I can't say for certain. But facing your problems head-on is the only way to truly resolve them. Let me give you some advice: don't hate him too much."
"I'm not that narrow-minded," I replied.
I hadn't paid him much attention until now. A-young's heart was already firmly in my grasp, so I didn't have anything to worry about. Still, seeing this was undeniably irritating.
"By the way, Instructor. Is everything okay over there?" I pointed to the right. Massive ice pillars were shooting into the sky, and a fierce blizzard was raging. Han A-young was clearly in the middle of a battle.
"Won't that affect us here?"
"It seems we have some truly talented trainees this time. It looks dangerous, but it should be fine. The distance is too great for it to reach us..."
He said it was fine, but his eyes had been fixed on the blizzard for quite a while.
"...Actually, right now is the most critical moment for trainee Jang Go-jun. If something interrupts him... I need to put up a barrier. What about you?"
"Ah, I'll head somewhere else. Don't worry, I won't mess with him. We're colleagues, after all."
"You came here together, so of course you are. Try not to go toward the right if you can help it. At your level, getting caught in that blizzard could be fatal."
With that, the instructor ran off toward the right.
The instructors in this dungeon weren't ordinary at all—they were at least high-level A-ranks, or maybe even S-rank. They took their jobs seriously.
'So I need to be extra careful.'
I pulled Illuster from my inventory and activated it. My form vanished instantly. I erased my presence completely and sent a telepathic message straight into Jang Go-jun's mind.
-Jang Go-jun. No matter how much you think you love Han A-young, she's already given her body and her heart to me. She'll never look at you. You could confess a hundred times, and it would always end the same way.
He flinched.
Jang Go-jun, still enduring the intense heat, widened his eyes in shock.
-You fucking loser. Do you even know what she tastes like? Nah, I don't even need to tell you. You'll never get a taste in your entire life. But let me tell you—she’s delicious.
"Aaaargh!"
Jang Go-jun let out a primal scream and jumped to his feet. He glared straight ahead. In the illusion, the illusory Sung Yu-jin was now blatantly fucking Han A-young while mocking him.
-Look closely, you pathetic scrub. This is what it looks like when a woman belongs to me.
The illusory version of me mouthed the words in sync with my telepathy.
"Yu-jin... I love you..." the illusory Han A-young moaned. It was an auditory hallucination fueled by his own crumbling mental state.
"N-No...! A-young! That guy is just using you as a toy!" Go-jun cried out.
-Keke. Blabber all you want, but reality won't change. Han A-young is going to get pregnant with my kids. Ten of them sounds about right. One every two years? It’ll be easy.
"Y-You're not even dating her! Get lost!"
The sweat on his body began to freeze. The illusionary heat had turned into a bone-chilling cold.
-You moron, you actually believed that? She’s a celebrity. We only pretend not to date in public to avoid scandals, you dumbass.
"Uwaaaargh! Get out! Get the fuck out of my head!"
Jang Go-jun charged at the illusory me, but his fists passed through empty air. It wasn't real.
"Keurk...! Cough, cough!"
He vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed to his knees.
"Trainee Jang Go-jun!!"
The instructor was already running back from afar. He looked worried, but I knew Go-jun wouldn't die. He’d handle it.
I killed my presence completely and slipped away from the scene.
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I eventually found Han Ha-rin's training area. Like Go-jun, she was trapped in an illusion. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes were bloodshot, and her face was slick with cold sweat. Her state seemed dire, yet her pupils were glazed over in a dreamy, distant look.
As I approached her, a hand grabbed my shoulder. It was a man dressed in black, his face covered by a mask.
"...Instructor?"
"Yes. Trainee Han Ha-rin is at a critical juncture right now. Do not interfere."
"...What kind of training is this?"
"She has a deep-seated trauma that is blocking her potential. If she can overcome it... her growth will accelerate exponentially."
I stood still and peered into her illusion. I could see exactly what it was. The instructor was likely monitoring her progress, ready to step in if her life was in danger.
Inside the illusion was a younger version of Han Ha-rin. A short distance away stood a young Han A-young and a man and woman in their thirties—her parents. They were both gorgeous enough to be mistaken for celebrities.
"A-young, that was amazing!"
"Our daughter might actually become an S-rank hunter one day."
"Is there anything you want, A-young?"
"Just say the word, and Dad will buy it for you."
The young A-young was soaking up all of her parents' attention and love.
As hunters themselves, they were incredibly proud of A-young, who had awakened at a young age and showed rapid growth. She excelled at everything—school, sports, you name it. And the more she shone, the more she eclipsed her sister.
Han Ha-rin had been sidelined.
Her awakening had come late, and she didn't grow as fast as her sister. The gap between them only widened over time. It was the same with academics and sports—she could never beat A-young at anything.
It wasn't that her parents treated her poorly; they were actually good people. They loved and cared for Ha-rin too.
But Ha-rin's own heart was the problem. she couldn't stop comparing herself to her sister, harboring a deep sense of jealousy and inferiority. Those negative feelings had eventually turned her into the cold and bitter person I first met.
"...She really shouldn't be comparing herself to A-young like that."
"Can people truly control their own hearts? Especially as children—they’re easily influenced," the instructor replied.
The illusion replayed Ha-rin's childhood memories, but it only showed the failures. And in these distorted memories, her parents seemed especially cold toward her.
"When will our Ha-rin finally awaken?"
"You're our daughter and A-young's sister, so it’ll happen eventually. Don't worry about it too much."
"Ha-rin, can't you do a little better? Your sister was much further along at your age."
"Well, Ha-rin isn't A-young, so I guess it’s okay... but you still need to study hard, right?"
I stroked my chin as I watched the illusionary parents hounding her. I knew her family was conservative, but this was extreme.
Sensing my doubt, the instructor spoke up again.
"Memories tend to fade or change over time. They get exaggerated, minimized, or entirely distorted by our emotions."
"...And she's been stuck like this for over 20 hours? You're not going to help her?"
"She has to overcome it herself."
I started heading toward Ha-rin anyway. The instructor tried to grab my shoulder again.
'Moment.'
I dodged his hand and slammed a fist into his side, using the technique I’d learned from Bellis—100% physical power reinforced with mana.
"...!!"
Boom!
The impact sent the instructor flying back. Before he could recover, I rushed behind Ha-rin and pulled her into a hug. As usual, one of my hands grabbed her large breast while the other stroked her thigh.
"Ha-rin! I'm here!"
"...What?"
Ha-rin scowled deeply, her glazed eyes finally sharpening. The illusion didn't vanish, but the images she was seeing began to shift.
"Sung Yu-jin! What the hell are you doing here?!"
"I came to see you. Did you miss me?"
"...You're speaking casually to me again! How many times do I have to tell you not to?!"
"Come on, we're close enough by now, aren't we?"
"Let go of me ri—"
She couldn't finish her sentence. Her eyes were drawn back to the illusion, her pupils darting as she watched a new scene: Han A-young and me walking arm-in-arm like lovers, smiling warmly at each other.
"Ah, I get it now. You were jealous of your sister being with me, weren't you, Ha-rin?"
"...Shut up. It's just a random illusion. Why on earth would I be jealous of my sister being with you? Now let me go."
I chuckled.
I knew that if she really wanted to, she could have shaken me off with her powers easily. Instead, I hugged her tighter and kissed her.
"...Mmff."
Ha-rin instinctively kissed me back for a moment before snapping out of it and pulling away. Our tongues parted.
"Ha-rin. The truth is, I like you more than A-young noona."
"...What?"
She looked at me in disbelief.
"I like you more than her. You were actually my first love. And honestly... sex with you feels a bit better. Your pussy is just... nicer."
Ha-rin's face flushed a deep red, and her sharp aura instantly vanished. Her lips twitched as she fought back a smile.
The images in the illusion changed again. A-young was gone, replaced entirely by Han Ha-rin.
"...Do you have to say it so crudely? Who would actually be happy hearing something like that...?"
Despite her words, she was clearly delighted.
"I'm serious. I like you more than her. If I had to marry one of you, it would be you."
'Two households. It's totally doable.'
"Fine... I get it. Now let me go."
Her face was beet red as she tried to twist away, but I didn't release her.
"Ha-rin. Can I speak casually to you from now on?"
She stared at my face for a long moment before finally giving a quiet answer.
"...Only when it's just the two of us."
I kissed her again. Her eyelashes trembled before she gently closed her eyes, her arms wrapping firmly around my waist.