Chapter 30
His revolting dick thrusts between her breasts, right where her pussy is visible.
"Good job. You're doing it just like I taught you."
"...Hurry up and finish."
I'd expected it, but sure enough, he's planning to toy with her slowly before taking her virginity. Baek Geum-hwa frowns and clicks her tongue at the utter humiliation—not just losing her first time to a bastard like this, but calling him Master on top of it.
This creep... My tits are being treated like a sex toy by a pervert whose head is filled only with thoughts of ravaging my body...
Is he trying to drive home her new status as his meat toilet this time around? Kang Han-beom blatantly reveals his filthy intentions, while Baek Geum-hwa—far from resisting—instead squeezes her own breasts together with her hands. She wonders if this is really the right thing to do.
"Whoa, pussy sighted!"
"...?"
Even if it means going to jail herself, shouldn't she have taken down this societal menace—this lecherous villain—with her own hands?
I met Baek Geum-hwa three months ago.
I swear, I wasn't deliberately seeking her out. I just heard a commotion near my house and thought, Maybe some cats are fighting over territory? If so, I gotta chase 'em off quick~ With that lighthearted notion, I stepped outside and headed toward the noise.
And that's where I found her.
"Whoa, pussy sighted!"
"...?"
"Ahem, it's nothing."
"You definitely just said 'pussy'..."
"Nah, nah! You must've misheard!"
Baek Geum-hwa, having beaten down a gang of thugs—delinquents or villains, who knows?—was rifling through their pockets as they lay sprawled on the ground.
I knew from her backstory that she did odd jobs day and night for a living, for her little sister's sake, and pocketed pocket change by mugging punks like these. But I never imagined I'd run into her in a place like this.
"You with these guys? No, wait... that face. I've seen you at the academy..."
"Yeah. Not with these losers at all. I live nearby, heard the racket, and came to check it out. More importantly... aren't you a Valkyria Academy cadet? Name's Baek Geum-hwa, right? Pretty sure the president was tearing her hair out over your constant skipping classes."
"...So what do you want? Telling me to go back to the academy and buckle down on my studies?"
"Nah, nah, I really just came out 'cause of the noise. Ran into you by chance. And since I did, lemme make you a proposal."
"Proposal?"
Baek Geum-hwa tilts her head. Maybe she's surprised I'm not cowering at the sight of her. If she didn't know me, I was gonna show her my student ID or business card from my phone pics, but no need now. I glance at my phone screen and speak to her as she empties the last guy's wallet.
"How long you gonna keep wandering the streets like this?"
"Talking like you know all about me."
"You're famous. Everyone knows you skip school to mug punks on the street or do day-labor gigs for pocket money."
"So what's your proposal?"
"I think it's a waste letting a talent like yours—a Valkyrie's talent—rot on the streets like this. Hit a dungeon, even a low-grade one, and you'd rake in hundreds a day easy."
Sure enough, at the mention of money, she perks up. But then she snorts derisively at the word "dungeon."
"You think I don't know that? If there was an easy way to make cash, why do you think I'd be out here like a stray dog, picking these idiots' pockets?"
"'Cause gear's expensive, right?"
Unlike pro Valkyries, academy cadets get some academy support for gear, but for Baek Geum-hwa—who pours most of her earnings into her sister—even that's too pricey.
"That's why I'm proposing. You know who I am, right?"
"You just showed me. And... I've heard rumors you're starting to make a name in support and gear crafting lately."
"Then we're on the same page. Be my meat toilet."
"...What?"
What a splendid sponsorship proposal.
Ah, slipped out. Under the System's snark and Baek Geum-hwa's hardening glare, I clear my throat.
"You little shit..."
"Call it a sponsorship deal? I'll hook you up with gear for free. In exchange, you become my meat toilet. Sound good? It's a steal!"
"Die."
I take a gut punch right away. Not satisfied, she charges at me as I bounce off her fist and unleashes a soccer kick. She's pissed.
How long did the beating last?
"Scram."
"C'mon, don't be like that... This is an opportunity... Ow, that hurts."
"How are you recovering already...?!"
After wailing on me till I was covered in dust like a rainy day street fight, she turns to leave—then her fierce eyes flash with surprise for the first time. Normally, you'd be down for the count after that.
But I just groan about the pain, hop right back up, dust myself off. She stops in her tracks, clearly shocked, and demands an explanation. I grin, curling my lip.
"Told ya. I'm talented. Potions that boost recovery? I chug 'em like water."
"But this... it's weird. No way recovery's this fast."
"Anyway, looks like you've realized how valuable I am—and what a golden opportunity you're passing up."
"Guh...?!"
Of course, my quick recovery's thanks to a skill, but to Baek Geum-hwa—who thinks superhumans are women only—I'm some potion master who can revive the near-dead.
"And it's not just potions. Like I said, I make killer gear too. All free if you become my meat toilet. If that's not an opportunity, what is?"
"Shut up before I kill you. Can't believe it."
"Yeah? Then follow me for a sec. I'll blow away all your doubts about my skills at once."
I dash home, whip up a gauntlet right in front of her, and hand it over. She eyes me suspiciously, of course—dragging her here outta nowhere just to craft gear on the spot and give it to her.
"What's your angle now?"
"It's fine. Not charging you. Special this time."
"That's not it—this gauntlet... it looks slapped together, but obviously..."
"Right. Didn't focus on durability, but it'd still fetch about ten million won."
"Ten million...!!"
Stunned by the gauntlet's value, she stares at it clutched to her chest. Instinctively, she senses it: this gear I gave her unleashes a Valkyrie's full physical potential.
"Y'know how supermarkets have tasting corners? Clothing stores have try-ons? This is me letting you sample how good I am."
"..."
She rolls her eyes slyly. I can read her mind.
"You were thinking of bolting with it and selling it somewhere, huh?"
"Urk...?!"
"It's custom-made for you, even if slapped together. No one else could use it, no one'd pay full price. Keep listening—I'm offering you a chance."
"...You mean a chance to become your meat toilet."
"Heh heh heh. Anyway, slap that on and hit a low-grade dungeon or something. Earn some pocket change and think it over. If you accept, I'll make you something way better than that scrap heap."
"...Won't happen. No way I'd take a deal from a creep like you."
Snorting, she leaves my workshop without a backward glance.
But the very next day...
"..."
"Alright, coming back like this means you're here to be my meat toilet, right?"
After school, there's Baek Geum-hwa—looking surprisingly cleaned up—pacing near my house.
"Yeah, so have you made up your m—wait, what?"
"Can't trust it yet. Still don't believe in your skills."
I flash my sleaziest grin and approach. She glares like I'm something disgusting, then suddenly shoves yesterday's gauntlet into my arms.
The fresh shine from when I made it? Gone. It's a total hunk of junk now. I gave it as a one-use test piece, but damn, how hard did she go?
I stroke my battered baby fondly, and she speaks.
"One dungeon run and it got totally wrecked."
"Figures. Gave it to you as a test with zero durability thought. Anyway, it broke after barely any use, so you still doubt me?"
"...You haven't convinced me. If you want me as your m-meat toilet, cough up something proper and prove it!"
She knows she's being shameless, embarrassing, pride-shattering—raises her voice even louder. Deep down, she wants to flat-out refuse, but this spruced-up look says she made some cash in that dungeon yesterday.
If she hadn't tasted the money, she'd have rejected outright. But now? She's got a golden opportunity dangling, yet accepting means a life as my sub-street-dog meat toilet. Can't swallow it easy.
So she's nitpicking. Blame the shoddy gear, demand a proper test to "think it over."
I grin at her.
"Hmm... for free?"
"What?"
"Told ya, first one was a service. Now you want another freebie? I'm losing out here. Gotta get something back."
"...What do you want."
"Hmm... meat toilet trial run? You gotta know what life as my meat toilet's like to decide."
Her fist clenches—I swear I hear her knuckles crack.
"What do I have to do?"
"Let's start light: a kiss?"
"What?! Mmph?!"
Mwah♡
Her face flushes in panic. I close the distance in a stride, using our size difference to steal Baek Geum-hwa's lips in one go.