Chapter 7

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 7

Chapter Title: Search on Koogle or Enter URL

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[Search on Koogle or Enter URL.]

After bursting out of the Goblin ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Tower completely naked.

The internet was flooded with photos of my nude body, easy enough to find.

For example...

[Goblin Tower Woman's Pussy]

[Kim Hyun-ah Nude]

A simple search for those terms filled the first ten pages of Koogle's image results entirely with my naked photos. No mosaics or anything.

They'd even uploaded shots from all sorts of angles.

Especially that bastard who captured the exact moment semen was dripping from my pussy with an ultra-high-res camera in 8K quality—what the hell was his deal? I'm genuinely curious about that guy's identity.

"People are way too much."

It had been three days since I escaped the tower and returned home.

Every article that poured in during that time was about my naked body.

No one cared that I'd been forcibly assaulted ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠inside the tower or that I'd nearly died.

'And even the government is staying quiet in the midst of all this.'

Even if not many people in the government knew I was a 'Succubus'...

They had to at least suspect something when a Succubus was the victim, right? Yet the government had easily removed me from the suspect list.

Treating me purely as a 'victim.'

Why?

"...I don't know the reason, but whatever. It worked out fine."

Good is good.

No need to overthink the lack of contact. If there was an issue, they'd reach out first.

Right on cue, the payment for the magic stones and gear I'd brought out of the tower hit my account.

A pretty hefty sum.

Normally, gear from deceased tower raiders goes to their families first, but this time, they refused inheritance.

And handed it over to me as consolation money.

Turned out Jo Seo-hong and the other two were the black sheep of their families.

'Lucky for me—their families are normal.'

If their relatives had been thugs like Jo Seo-hong, things could've gotten messy, or I'd have had to hand over the hard-won gear.

"With this much money, I won't need to even glance at a tower for a while."

Not that I developed PTSD from this incident or anything.

Still, I'd nearly died twice in a row during recent tower runs.

Something was definitely off with me right now.

Best to lay low like a dead rat.

Until the public's attention on me dies down... that should be enough, right?

Not sure if it'll actually die down.

Is this fame, in a twisted way?

Reporters weren't the only ones contacting me lately—even a congressman reached out.

And the government, seeing I was already public knowledge,

even offered me a 'civil servant' position to capitalize on it.

'They want the image of a government embracing a woman who survived a tower accident but struggles with PTSD.'

Screw that.

Am I crazy enough to become a government dog?

For peanuts pay? What kind of work would they even have me do?

'If I wanted a stable job with a pension in the distant future, I would've done day labor instead of being a porter.'

Porter gigs paid less than manual labor sometimes,

but carried way more risk. I chose it for those rare jackpots no one saw coming.

That's who I was.

A dopamine addict.

'If I can just make bank somehow, I don't even need to enter towers.'

This incident made me realize I could tackle towers to some extent using my Succubus powers.

But I had no desire to actively dive in.

That'd be suicidal.

'...Becoming an AV actress or doing OnlyFans could rake in serious cash.'

Before losing my virginity, maybe not.

But now that I'd graduated from that, there was no real reason not to.

Except.

"Sigh."

The mental block was too strong.

What about something honest and wholesome, like running a personal stream or a Mutube channel?

...I could think that, but.

"Ugh, no way."

Over the past four years,

during downtime from porter work, I'd tried personal streaming

and even ran a Mutube channel myself.

Some videos are probably still up.

Personal streams were the same.

With my current fame and looks, I could probably pull in viewers and make a decent living.

But no matter how many chat messages flooded in,

streaming meant staring at a monitor alone all day, putting on various acts.

That was so not me.

I preferred facing people head-on, even if it meant taking flak.

Stuck in the house all day? Pass...

"...So what are you gonna do, you idiot? No, you bitch."

While racking my brain, I suddenly remembered my performance in the tower with Jo Seo-hong and the others.

"Acting for real...?"

That's when it hit.

Huh?

I was totally caught off guard by the unexpected text.

Sun Entertainment—that's the top Korean agency housing the famous idol group Live Girl and tons of actors, right?

And a division head there? That's a high position.

Why would someone like that contact me...?

"What? What are you even saying?"

The perfectly timed message pulled me even more toward the entertainment world.

The only hang-up: could someone who'd been a tower porter until recently,

with their nudes exposed worldwide, really break into the industry?

"Screw it, just go for it. If it doesn't work, they'll say no first."

Maybe this half-assed attitude was why I'd never held a proper job.

Ring ring!

Less than three minutes after the text, I called Go Hyeong-tae.

-Yes, Go Hyeong-tae speaking.

"Ah, hello. This is Kim Hyun...ah, who just got your text."

Saying my female name still felt super embarrassing.

Even after updating my resident registration at the nearby Happiness Welfare Center recently.

For the record, my ID now lists my gender as female (♀) perfectly.

Even the last digit of my resident number changed.

-Ah! Kim Hyun-ah! Wow, I didn't expect you'd call back so soon. Thrilled to hear from you.

Go Hyeong-tae welcomed me even more enthusiastically than I'd hoped.

After chatting for about three minutes,

"Ah, yes. Then I'll... come by tomorrow."

-Perfect. See you tomorrow.

"Yes, thank you."

I'd somehow booked a visit to Sun Entertainment's main building tomorrow.

"Wait, is this really...?"

I had no idea how it came to this.

Life really is unpredictable—even God couldn't foresee it.

One problem, though.

"What do I wear tomorrow?"

I... still hadn't bought any women's clothes or underwear.

No way I'm wearing men's boxer briefs again, right?

Next morning.

Thursday, 7:40 AM.

The day I was set to visit Sun Entertainment.

I went with a plain white tee, jeans, and a blue cap.

Checking the mirror, I looked like a pretty decent woman.

The issue was...

"Does no bra show too much?"

No panties was one thing,

but as a Succubus, my nipples stayed perpetually hard, poking visibly through the thin white fabric—sharp and obvious.

Should've grabbed nipple patches via dawn delivery...

"Ugh, whatever. I'll just play it off."

Blame it on trauma from the tower assault—who could argue?

I headed out as is.

Hmm, by tomorrow, there might be 'Kim Hyun-ah No-Bra' images circulating.

On the way, I felt like I'd been eye-raped about ten times.

My pussy got so wet the jeans started discoloring—talk about thrilling... no, terrifying.

'Haa, I wanna fuck so bad. Wanna get pounded by a thick, hard cock.'

Before my first time, it was fine.

I didn't even want sex— the idea of it with a guy was so repulsive it made me sick.

But once I awakened my Succubus instincts? Different story.

"......"

Every guy on the street looked like a dick to me.

Like how masturbation is whatever until you learn it, then you can't stop.

'Honestly, if I made the first move, I'd have a truckload of guys ready to fuck me...'

But what can I say.

I couldn't just sleep with anyone like some animal.

I'd seen the power of a Succubus firsthand.

What if I unintentionally harmed some innocent guy?

That was the last thing I wanted.

Better to live like a moron but with pride.

'Hold it together.'

Hoping the Sun Entertainment exec I'm meeting turns out to be a total scumbag villain might be more realistic.

'Please be trash. Then I'll spread my legs right away.'

Wait, is that right?

Something felt off, but I stepped into the Sun Entertainment building anyway.

"Ah! Hyun-ah! Over here! I was worried the way here might be confusing or tough, so I came down to wait. Want to grab a café nearby? I know a quiet spot."

"Ah......"

No sooner had I entered the first ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠floor,

than Go Hyeong-tae waved at me with a beaming smile. I let out a sigh of pity.

No way that face belonged to a fucking psychopathic villainous pig.

Quite the opposite.

He's a total good guy... My pussy just went dry.

"...Yeah, let's do the café."

Guess I'll have to behave during this meeting.

"Great. Follow me."

"Okay..."

I nodded glumly.