Chapter 70
Chapter 70
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Han So-young
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Han So-young ended up entering the ruins purely by coincidence.
She was first shocked upon waking up on the uninhabited island, realizing she couldn't use her abilities.
And second shocked by the goblin that appeared right in front of her.
Naturally, her plan of action centered on avoiding the goblins by any means necessary.
Fortunately or unfortunately, the spot where she washed ashore was quite a distance from Jin-woo.
She could steer clear of humans, who terrified her far more than any monsters or beasts.
'I'm... so hungry... I'm gonna starve to death...'
But no matter how lucky she got, the food problem was unavoidable.
What might be ingredients scattered everywhere for some was completely unrecognizable to Han So-young without the knowledge to identify them.
All she'd eaten were some wild fruits she stumbled upon by chance.
By the time she reached the ruins, her body was utterly spent.
Even stepping inside the ruins was just to escape the rain.
Anywhere she could shelter her shivering body from the downpour would do.
What greeted her as she entered was a message she'd never seen before.
Honestly, there weren't many options.
She was on the verge of starving to death right then and there—she had to do something.
At first, she thought she'd hit the jackpot.
Hunger vanished, and she even gained some mysterious new power.
And Saintess? Sounded pretty impressive, didn't it?
"The outfit's a little revealing... but whatever, it's pretty—I like it!"
That lasted until she realized she couldn't leave the ruins anymore.
"No way—this is ridiculous! You expect me to stay here forever?!"
After that, Han So-young's mental fortitude eroded rapidly.
If there had been some survival risk, maybe she could've toughed it out.
But with hunger gone, her anxiety only deepened.
Even that so-called power wasn't anything special.
It only let approved beings enter the sanctuary, and allowed brainwashing given enough time.
Plus, using it required holing up in this hidden chamber.
And she couldn't leave the chamber for seven straight days.
Talk about a garbage ability.
"On a deserted island with nobody around, what the hell am I supposed to do with this?! Saintess my ass—I'm just a damn ornament!"
At least the dumb goblins showed up from time to time.
All Han So-young could do was brainwash any she spotted, arm them, and play queen.
But even that got old fast.
Goblins were ugly as sin, and they didn't even speak her language.
And there was one more thing that left her trembling.
'What if Senior Jin-woo survived too?'
All her teammates had washed ashore in the same area.
So didn't that mean someone else might've made it too?
What if she ran into that person on this island?
She didn't even want to imagine what might happen.
Realistically, the odds were slim.
But trapped in such a confined space, her paranoia only grew, filling her with dread.
In the end, she stationed her useless goblins outside as guards.
If she ordered them to hold the line, they'd at least block one person.
How much time had passed since she'd settled into the ruins?
Han So-young finally encountered another survivor.
If only it hadn't been the Kim Jin-woo she'd dreaded most.
"Hi, hik!"
Han So-young's body twitched in fear.
Judging by his reaction, her preparations weren't half bad.
A ragtag goblin squad and some mysterious sanctuary.
Well, she might feel hard done by if called underprepared.
No way to predict Jin-woo would have a skill like this unless she was a prophet.
"Honestly, I'm relieved."
"Huh? Relieved... about what?"
"If you'd shown remorse or sincerely apologized, it'd put me in a tough spot. But like this? I can boil you alive or roast you—no problem."
"Hi, hiik!"
Bam!
Jin-woo's fist swung toward Han So-young's face.
Han So-young squeezed her eyes shut.
No—more precisely, it was as the fist swung.
What the hell is this?
Jin-woo stared silently at the irritating message floating before his eyes.
He'd figured he wasn't the only one who'd gained new skills since arriving on the island...
But she seemed to be under some kind of protection.
"Ah, ahahaha! How do you like it? This is my new ability—Protect!"
"Protect?"
"Senior, you can't lay a hand on me! Every attack that would harm the Saintess's body gets blocked!"
Han So-young, who had been quaking in terror moments ago, now shouted defiantly.
She had every reason to be cocky.
Performance like this had to be at least A-grade.
The title of Saintess wasn't just for show after all.
"Now, make your choice."
Having swiftly regained her confidence, Han So-young plopped down on an ornate chair.
She even crossed her legs haughtily.
"Choice about what?"
"Whether you'll spend a week locked in this room and die, or submit to me. Like I said, I'm a Saintess now. Swear your loyalty, and for old times' sake, I won't let you starve to death."
She'd said it herself—no leaving this room for seven days.
So Han So-young assumed Jin-woo was helplessly doomed to starve.
Well, his inventory held enough food for a month at least.
But she had no way of knowing that.
"Ahem! Ahem! Back then, I had my reasons for what I did, but I never meant to kill anyone. And... I got a little lonely too."
"......"
"But you're dangerous to me, so I can't just let you off easy. Instead, drop the sanctuary right now and swear submission to... Hup!"
Twitch!
Jin-woo's hand gently brushed Han So-young's cheek.
As soon as he tried to pinch, it blocked him as expected.
"I see. So it kicks in when I apply a certain amount of force or try to cause pain."
"Y-yeah! So just give up nice and... Aak!"
Han So-young's body convulsed.
Because he'd lightly tickled her side.
"W-wait, what are you... Hiik! Kkuk! S-stop... Uhuhut! I said stop! Ahaha!"
Jin-woo's fingers began tickling her all over.
She tried to squirm away, but his hands were already digging into her sensitive armpits.
'A little annoying... but not as helpless as she claims.'
Direct pain or wounds were off-limits.
But light touching? Fair game.
And human suffering didn't come solely from blunt violence.
Hilde and Team Leader Shin Seom-hwa had writhed in agony from overwhelming pleasure, on the verge of passing out yet hanging on.
"Hahak! S-stop! Stop it! Ahahaha!"
The twitching Han So-young buried herself into the chair.
But she couldn't budge an inch.
His fingers, now deep in her armpits, had all her nerves locked in place.
"Hi, hiik! Why isn't it blocking this... I have Protect... Ihihihi!"
"Looks like it doesn't count this as inflicting pain."
Even Han So-young had forgotten about it, so Protect must activate automatically.
But that made its trigger criteria pretty vague.
Block the air? She'd suffocate.
No heat? She'd freeze solid.
The system must regulate those things by its own standards.
'System skills have blind spots because they're not human-operated. This Protect probably never accounted for subtle contact like this.'
Jin-woo wasn't harming her body at all.
Tickling just kept making her laugh nonstop.
That didn't mean it wasn't torture, though.
"Ahahaha! S-stop! Please stop! I can't take it! Ahahaha!"
He tickled the thrashing Han So-young mercilessly.
Her thin clothes made accessing sensitive bare skin a breeze.
It wasn't quite the method he'd envisioned.
But apparently, this kind of torture had existed in ancient times too.
"Ihihihi! I'm dying! Ugh! Heuk!"
Sweat beaded across Han So-young's skin.
Acting like lubricant, it only made her smoother to the touch.
His fingers, now gliding effortlessly, pursued her relentlessly.
"Uhuhuhuk! Hak! Awook! Arm... armpit—stop! Too ticklish! Ahahaha!"
'Never thought I'd use Golden Finger for this.'
Thanks to Golden Finger, her most ticklish spots lit up plain as day.
Hitting those especially sensitive areas sent her into absolute hysterics.
"Kyahahahaha! Stop! Please, just stop already! Ahahaha!"
She must've been in agony—Han So-young had slid right off the chair.
That didn't let her escape his grasp, though.
Jin-woo kept tickling the fallen girl.
"Ihihihi! Ahahaha!"
She whipped her head side to side, desperately resisting.
Of course, every reaction just gave him more cues to ramp it up.
Her already skimpy outfit had come undone, baring her chest and underwear.
But Han So-young had no spare attention for modesty.
"I... died... really... died...!"
Tears streamed from Han So-young's eyes.
Her thin top had ridden up, exposing her heaving navel as her belly convulsed,
and her powerless thighs quivered uncontrollably.
"Huk... Huaak...!"
But Jin-woo showed no mercy.
Experience had taught him one thing:
Women didn't pass out from this alone.
How many more minutes did he keep at it?
"Uhuhuhuhu! N-now... really can't... Heukueueu!"
She burst.
Trickle...
Han So-young's eyes rolled back halfway to whites, drool spilling from her slack mouth.
Liquid gushed from between her legs, soaking everything.
Her muscles had gone completely limp, even her bladder giving out.
The laughter and torment raged on, but resistance had crumbled.
Her body had nothing left to give.
"Ihihihihi! N-now that's enough! Stop! Ahahahaha!"
But that wasn't reason enough to quit.
With all tension gone, she lay utterly defenseless to the tickling.
"Uhihihi! Stop! Please stop! I-I was wrong! Please! Ahahaha!"
Tears, snot, saliva.
She was a total wreck from the ordeal, yet her face stayed locked in laughter.
Compared to her elegant saintess garb, it was an utterly pathetic sight.
"You want me to stop?"
Jin-woo, who'd been working her over in silence, finally spoke.
Han So-young nodded frantically.
"Then deactivate the Protect on your body. You can't control when it triggers, but you can turn it off, right? It's useless anyway."
"N-no... without it... Hik! Y-you'll really kill me... and torture me...!"
Her mind was still sharp enough for that much.
But Jin-woo wasn't particularly disappointed.
"Yeah? Guess I can't help it then."
"W-wait! Uup! Heup!"
Growing tired of her laughter even,
Jin-woo stuffed a gag in Han So-young's mouth.
Tickling resumed.
"~~~~!"
Her body writhed like a worm, spraying liquid like a fountain.
They were locked in this room for a week anyway.
Time? He had more than enough.
And so Jin-woo's tickle torture continued until Han So-young finally passed out.