Chapter 103

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 103

Chapter Title: Sparring Bet

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"Dickhead, you seem pretty busy these days?"

Shin Seo-yeon tossed the question my way casually as we all ate dinner together. I shrugged.

"Yeah, something like that. Running the business, gathering supplies for the next region."

"Ah, I see."

The Crimson Flame Witch scratched her head.

She was sharp as ever. I hadn't been away from the group for long, but she must have sensed something from the way I'd been sneaking off with the bitches whenever I got a chance these past few days.

I changed the subject.

"Anyway, we're heading to the next region tomorrow, so hit the sack early, everyone."

"Already tomorrow?"

"Time flies."

"Mm."

Days in the Rest Area felt so short. It seemed like we'd only just taken a brief break, and suddenly time had slipped away.

Especially these last few days, with everyone training hard—it must have flown by even faster.

"Good night, then."

"Night."

"Mm, lights out."

The group followed my lead and turned in early.

I hit the sack early too. But even as I lay there, my mind kept racing back to memories from a full ten years ago.

Making sure I hadn't missed anything.

Checking for any overlooked supplies.

'It's already been ten years since those memories.'

It was a long time—too long to remember every detail vividly.

If it had been the [Nerala Great Plains] that I'd crossed myself, I wouldn't have been worried about mistakes. I'd staked my life on it back then, so every moment felt as fresh as yesterday.

But this next region was all secondhand info from others. I couldn't be sure my memories were complete, so I kept reviewing them over and over.

Like that, drifting in and out of sleep, piecing together fragmented recollections, I somehow made it through the night in fits and starts.

"......"

Suddenly, I woke up and sat bolt upright in bed.

Snores filled the air—Ysera and Shin Seo-yeon flanking me on both sides. The Saintess was curled up with the harpy on the balcony bed.

'Where's So-hee?'

Ah, right—sleeping in her own ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bed.

I was about to lie back down when... huh? A light flickered from the floor below, past the balcony. Blinking, I got up, headed down the stairs.

Step. Step.

Some lights were on downstairs. The hallway leading to the training ground blazed brightly.

I made my way there and paused at the door to the [Combat Training Room]. Stepping inside, the woman who'd been moving busily froze, glancing around.

Whenever someone interrupted during training, the system halted like that.

"You're not asleep?"

Spotting me at last, Han So-hee steadied her breathing a few times, swept back her sweat-drenched hair, and replied.

"I've slept plenty. Woke up, stretched, been going for twenty minutes now."

I checked the time: 4:07 AM. Seeing me notice, she scratched her cheek awkwardly.

"I... couldn't sleep well, you know..."

"I get it."

Among the group, Han So-hee had the highest raw Stamina stat.

And after her complete body overhaul? Fatigue melted away fast—no wonder sleep wouldn't come.

That's why, come the mid-to-late Selection Process, everyone's sleep dwindled sharply.

The Trials ramped up accordingly. In tough ones, we'd alternate ten-minute naps just to clear the objectives.

"Can't sleep either. How about a light spar?"

"You and me?"

"Yeah. I'll adjust my power to match your stats."

Han So-hee chuckled pleasantly.

"Won't be easy. Not bragging, but my swordsmanship has reached a sublime realm. I know it myself—few could beat me with the blade. No matter how strong you are, your age and experience won't cut it against me."

"Pretty confident, huh."

"Just facts."

I pulled a fresh sword from my inventory.

The best option from the random boxes—not great, but decent. Han So-hee lowered her sword into a ready stance.

We locked eyes, circling diagonally, slowly closing the distance.

"That confident? Wanna make it a bet?"

"A bet?"

"Loser grants the winner one request."

"Intriguing. You're on."

"But you'd better win. I'll make you do something embarrassing you hate."

"Don't worry. I won't lose..."

Tzzt!

Han So-hee launched forward in a blink, closing the gap instantly.

Clang!

This fight favored me, honestly. My Agility was 119; hers, 50.

I'd promised to match her power, and with ten years' experience, fine control was no issue—but one thing I couldn't rein in.

'Lower left.'

Cling.

'Then upper right.'

Claaang!

My senses. The massive Agility gap sharpened every combat instinct beyond my control.

'Left horizontal slash.'

Superior dynamic vision caught her every stance, block, dodge, strike.

Still, a perfected ability lived up to the hype.

"Looks like you're warmed up too. Time to get serious."

Whiiiish—

"!!"

The casual spar turned intense. Feints mixed into obvious strikes, targeting hard-to-guard spots, attacking from blind angles.

Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoooosh.

Lethal blows that'd maim if you blinked. They poured like a downpour.

'Tch. She's definitely done warming up.'

I parried a vertical thrust rising to my chin, then swung wide to push her back.

Whoom!

Hoping to break her onslaught's rhythm, shift from defense to offense, seize initiative.

Sliiiide—

But she effortlessly deflected it, stuck close, chaining strikes.

Hah, worthy of the Sword Master title.

'...She's really going all out to win. What the hell does she want from me?'

No joke—she'd even summoned an illusion, hammering me. From that recent challenge reward.

[Illusion Cloak: Worn by generations of illusionist leaders. Summons 1 clone, continuously consumes mana. Clone HP fixed at 1/10 of original.]

Adapting to the patterns, I geared for counterattack—then strike frequency doubled.

'Target the low HP.'

I weathered it, but annoyingly, she recalled and resummoned the clone as its health dipped.

"Hey, no cooldown on that?"

"There is, but it's short."

"Damn it."

Unbelievable. Short cooldown, and the clone shared Sword Master skills? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Without my doubled Agility boosting senses, it'd be over quick.

Clangclangclangclangclangclangclang!

'Tch, what insane synergy.'

Even a raid boss would struggle piercing her defense. That's the combat power to safeguard our group.

"What are you even thinking mid-fight?!"

She and the clone exploited my admiration's gap, thrusting from front and back—like claiming victory now.

'Perfect pincer.'

Stats elite, technique flawless...

No current player could block this assault.

But my PvP experience was the issue. Or rather, her lack of it.

I sidestepped the pincer. Now she and clone flanked me left and right.

She'd probably planned that far.

'But PvP's trickiest part? You never know what the opponent's hiding.'

I activated my ring. The pursuing clone failed to turn via telekinesis, slamming straight into her real body.

"Ugh?!"

PvP's hellish because attacks come unpredictably—telekinesis, clones, whatever. Constant vigilance helps, but not for her with scant experience.

I cleaved the staggering clone vertically, then swung up at Han So-hee.

"Hup!"

She braced to parry. Even tangled with her clone, she trusted her deflection—proof of her skill. But—

Pause.

"Huh?"

Her sword hesitated mid-deflect. Telekinesis.

"Tch!"

She powered through fast. Full magic resist gear, plus Sword Master's trait converting half Intelligence to Strength.

'That's why snowballing matters.'

Unexpected enemy moves? Stack items to counter.

Escape dire straits like her now. That's why I'd farmed gear steadily.

'Too late, though.'

Deflecting's advanced—precise timing, seamless flow, everything perfect.

"?!"

Miss it? Can't even block. And I'd swung blades life-or-death for ten years.

Claaaaaaang!

My sword, honed crossing countless lines, never missed the opening she gave.

Whirrrl—

Her sword flew from her grip, arcing back to clatter on the floor.

Clang!

Stunned, swordless, she glanced between it and me.

I charged.

"!!"

She lunged for her sword but spotted my rush, crouching low.

'One step slow.'

Already in range, I tackled her torso with a wrestling spear.

Grabbed her legs, yanked inward for a takedown.

"?!"

Raw strength or experience shrugs shoulder pushes—but trip the legs? Done.

"Ah?"

Realizing her total collapse, she grimaced late. I quickly cushioned her head, absorbing impact.

Thud!

Tangled and sprawled, we panted heavily for a bit.

Hah. Haah. Haah.

Honestly, I'd wondered: against a perfected build with matched stats, where did I stand?

A subtle anxiety lingered.

Could my superior stats truly dominate those with perfected abilities?

In my memories, they were all extraordinary, electrifyingly skilled—I'd barely touched their heels in Round 1.

Now, I knew. My combat power measured up.

Spar's goal achieved.

Not just for me, though. Still dazed beneath me, I told Han So-hee:

"Still shell-shocked? Remember this: your weakness is total vulnerability the instant your sword leaves your body."

"!!"

The sole flaw in perfected abilities.

Sword, spear, any weapon—detach it from the body, and peak technique vanishes from mind and form.

Fatal.

"Never let your sword slip. Keep a spare, or daggers hidden everywhere, just in case."

"Ah..."

That way, no one-sided beatdown like this.

She'd have reacted before my takedown.

At least rolled to protect her head.

"Thanks. Never crossed my mind."

"Don't get too down. Your item play was razor-close."

"This one?"

Suddenly, another Han So-hee appeared atop my back, pinning me. My torso lurched forward, lips meeting the real one's.

"......"

"......"

Our eyes widened in mutual surprise.

She hadn't planned this—probably just teasing.

So laugh it off, pull away... but sweat-slicked man and woman, bodies pressed from hips to lips, staring. She moved first.

She yanked me into a fierce kiss.

Riiip!

I tore her bunny suit, kneading the pretty breasts beneath, lips crashing back. Sweat made her silky skin lewdly slick, fueling our heat.

Smooch. Smmuuch.

Bold today—she thrust ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her tongue in first, no hesitation, like she'd waited for this.

Stroke. Stroke.

Her hand had yanked down my pants, freeing my cock. She ground her crotch teasingly against it. I ripped aside the fabric between her thighs without mercy.

Squelch. Squelch.

My hardened cock rubbed her hairless pussy, nudging the virgin slit clamped tight.

I asked:

"What's gotten into you? Thought you wouldn't jump first on something so undignified."

"Didn't want regrets."

"Huh?"

"That day... when you nearly ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠died, I realized: I've only taken from you, given nothing back. So before it's too late, repay a little debt. Do whatever you want tonight... as much as you like."

Her cheeks flushed pink, the chaebol heiress.

That plea? I'd grant it anytime. Thrusting to enter—

She pressed a hand to my chest.

"W-wait."

"?"

"C-can we... move somewhere else? It's just... no ambiance here."

"Didn't think you cared about that."

"I... don't. But I'm sweaty as hell right now... Go wait in your room. I'll wash up, get ready, pretty myself up..."

I chuckled.

"No need."

"Huh?"

"You're plenty pretty already. And your scent? Drives me wild."

"S-such vulgar... Ahh."

I shoved in—seal breaking with a pop. Hah, taking this chaebol virgin.

Hips pistoned immediately.

Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!

"W-wait! Too rough! Please, gentler...! Ahh. Ahh. Can't stifle moans...! Th-they might hear...!"

She tried calming me, but this delicious body squirming shyly beneath? No holding back.

"Stay still."

"B-but."

"Mouth open. Drink my spit like a good bitch."

She clenched her pussy, hesitantly parting lips. First time treated like this, huh?

"From today, you're my personal bitch. No other men till you die. Got it?"

"Y-yes."

"Bitches don't talk down to their owner."

Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam! Slam!

"Ahh! Ahh! Hnngh!"

"Answer."

"Y-yes! Understood!"

Face beet-red, lewd moans spilling with every thrust—the chaebol girl was pure arousal.

Her poised elegance held even amid my merciless pounding.

Maybe that's why?

"Tch. Cumming once."

"D-don't inside... could get pregnant. Outside..."

"Quiet. Spread 'em. Filling you deep like a good bitch should thank me for."

"S-such..."

Yet she obligingly spread wider for my thrusts, the considerate heiress. I mounted, pounding wildly as desired, climax surging—blasting thick seed deepest inside.

"Whew, loads coming out."

"Ahh. P-pregnancy risk..."

"Wrong. Say it like a bitch."

Whispering in her ear, she hesitated twice before murmuring:

"Please... breed Cheongsung Group's bitch pussy... tonight."

Haha, noble heiress begging so vulgarly. Her shy temptation, girlish even now— I kept buried, dumping load after load inside.

"Another shot going in."

"P-please outside this time... Hnng."

By sex's end, sweatier than post-spar. Proof of fervent fun.

Pulling out, her freshly deflowered pussy swelled red, repeatedly oozing my cum then clenching.

'Feels nostalgic.'

Taking this elite heiress's first.

Pumping seed into her womb.

Without Earth's end, she'd never yield to scum like me. Gazing at her noble form, conquest washed over me.

A rare sensation lately.

Devouring Earth's elite back then? Precious memories.

Slurp. Slurp. Sluuurp.

Despite virgin exhaustion, she crawled, cleaning my cock meticulously. Sincere fellatio. Thorough in all things—this woman's a gem, hard to find.

Finished, the noble lady looked up shyly from between my legs.

"...Tell me whenever you want more. I'll always be ready. And... if you wish, I'll try bearing your child."

"So-hee's adorable."

"Eek. Don't tease. I'm serious."

I chuckled softly, helping her up.

"Might as well shower and go another round properly?"

"...If that's your will."

"Good. Let's go."

"One question. What do you want?"

The bet.

I grinned. From then on, Han So-hee woke me every morning with a blowjob in bed—swallowing the first load routine.

"So, heading out now?"

The [Summoner's Letter Envelope] cooldown finished, granting ten fresh ones. Morning preparations for the next Trial complete, we looked at each other.

"Yeah."

I patted the harpy's head.

"We'll be back, so no mischief."

「Kyaaang!」

"Don't slack on what I assigned."

She grinned reassuringly.

While the women trained, I'd taught her daily tasks: run [Whispering Silver Grass] through the [Fresh Core] once a day.

She did it well—no notes needed lately.

"Plenty of food stocked—eat if hungry. No messing up the house. Behave."

「Kyaaang!」

Answers well, anyway. Wonder who she takes after. A bit uneasy, but had to trust her for now.

"And no touching the fridge stock."

「Gyaang...! Won't eat. Promise. Promise.」

Right, she loves meat like Shin Seo-yeon.

That eased my mind.

"Dickhead, where to this time?"

"Somewhere you've probably heard of."

Some Trials echoed familiar lore. This one did—similar, not identical.

I explained the core events and cautions clearly, then activated the next region portal.

Our pick: the island.

Last glance at the group—all nodding ready. I hit yes without hesitation.