Chapter 170
Chapter 170
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 170
Chapter Title: The Wild Boar's Outing (5)
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💬 Onlookers' Whispers — Anon Whoa... — Anon Celebrity or some fashion mag model...? — Anon Those chocolate mamatanks real...? My cock's swelling up all majestic-like. — Anon Nyaa~ Not even five minutes after leaving the clothing store, countless gazes were already pouring toward me and big sis Urga.
I'd expected as much.
Her outfit alone was enough to turn heads—that juicy thigh meat on full display, not to mention hot pants so micro they didn't even cover her crotch.
And then there was that black tank top, which instead of hiding her exposed lower abs between the straps, flaunted her chiseled abs and back for all to see.
This outrageously provocative getup was more than enough to draw every guy's eyes.
Of course, anticipating the attention she'd get, I'd deliberately bought a pair of oversized sunglasses at the optician's and slipped them on her.
But could you really cover the sky with one hand?
If anything, the shades softened her fierce gaze just enough to amplify that tamed wildness, pulling in even more male stares.
-Fuck... did you see that?
-I was speechless for a sec, gasped, and nearly choked on my own breath.
-Foreigner? Nah, gotta be. No way those massive mamatanks are homegrown. Definitely foreign.
💬 Street Chatter Normally, strutting around a public spot like this in such a skimpy outfit would've gotten her pegged as some shady profession you couldn't admit to.
But society had loosened up on fashion like this, hadn't it? Gotten a bit more open-minded.
-Should I say something? Can't hurt to shoot my shot...
-You see that build? That height, those muscles—she's a total vet, man.
-Yeah? Well, exposure equals defense, right? She's rocking that defenseless look for a reason.
💬 Gamer Slang "Vet"—slang for the top-tier hunters, the battle-hardened pros.
Since abilities were based on RPG games to begin with, the term stuck naturally among Koreans, who take gaming way too seriously.
But after ten years of surviving every ordeal imaginable,
or maybe to live up to the "vet" nickname,
they'd dungeon-crawl in mascot costumes like some amusement park reject,
or guys in nothing but a pair of panties.
Sure, they geared up properly for the brutal dungeons,
but with these trendsetters acting the fool for a decade, how do you think regular folks—who saw them as heroes guaranteeing their safety—ended up viewing them?
'As long as Eleonora doesn't pop out, no outfit's getting slapped with public indecency.'
［What about bikini armor?! Or that leather getup this wild boar wore...!］
'I've seen micro bikinis in fashion mags called armor too. That shit's nothing.'
Anyway, side reasons aside,
the biggest draw for all these stares was that big sis Urga was ridiculously beautiful and sexy.
Basking under the bright sunlight, shades on, killer body,
plus autumn temps that were still plenty warm, leaving her tanned skin glistening with a subtle sweat sheen—an exotic beauty radiating healthy allure.
How could any dude with a dick just let that slide?
"Ah!"
Whether she noticed the hordes of thirsty male gazes or not, she upped the ante by spotting the massive intersection and crosswalk ahead, her eyes lighting up as she bounded forward.
💬 Boobquake Alerts -Ooh yeah, ooh yeah
-No bra? Nah, couldn't be...
-But those dynamic mamatanks, that massive cleavage...!
With every step, her colossal chocolate mamatanks put on a geological spectacle, and the more studious horndogs started subtly bending at the waist to ogle the "teaching aid" known as Urga sis's chest.
Like in war flicks when enemy artillery hits—guys diving into trenches or flat on their faces—the sudden bombing run from this heartthrob bomber was devastating, no air raid siren needed.
— Anon But who's that dude next to her? — Anon Dunno, manager? Interpreter maybe. — Anon For a babe like that, I'd volunteer unpaid. — Anon I could nut hands-free easy. Same dudebros as always, their stares now shifting enviously to me as I hustled to keep up right beside big sis Urga.
She seemed oblivious to their jealous glares, bouncing like a kid on a sugar rush (nearly made me stoop myself from the jiggle).
Pointing across the street at a shop, she said,
"That one! What's that? That... hand... phone? And what's a telecom company?"
"It's a tool people here use to keep in touch."
"Like... a crystal orb?"
"Dunno what that is, but yeah, kinda like it."
"Whoa!"
Ah, so that's why everyone's muttering with something stuck in their ear!
💬 Phone Freakout -Huh? W-what!
"Whoa! For real... actual voices coming out...!"
-Fuck! What the... huh...?
Without warning, she snatched the phone from the ear of some guy waiting next to us for the signal, jammed it to her own ear, and started hopping around in awe at the voice leaking out.
"Kuhuhu, sorry! Just too amazing!"
-Uh? Oh, y-yeah... th-thanks!
"?"
What a weirdo!
But she found even that hilarious and fun, giggling at the guy whose phone she'd yoinked.
Then his suit pants started twitching— a horrific sight I couldn't unsee.
"Hey, light changed. Let's go."
"Iron horses charging everywhere, people moving in perfect order under that device's control... Hiya... world's full of wonders worth sticking around for."
This was unexpected.
I'd figured big sis Urga would hate traffic lights and crosswalks like the plague.
She'd lived her whole life wild and free, far from any rules—surely she'd resent machines dictating her every step.
But judging by how she'd looted and devoured books on kingdom culture even amid the brutal daily grind of survival on those frozen plains,
maybe she saw this control as a civilized privilege and was thrilled by it.
"Quit making a fuss. You'll see this stuff forever now—why act like someone with no regrets left?"
"Kuhuhu... always so bold. Even if I'm your seed receptacle, no need to say it so outright..."
"Shh! Shh!"
Even if society's opened up, some things you say, some you don't!
I hurriedly clapped a hand over her mouth, but instead of freaking, she licked my palm.
Damn, untamable in a whole different way from Eleonora.
I kinda dug the soft, wet feel on my hand and wanted to savor it, but the stares made me self-conscious.
— Anon What're they doing? Dunno, but didn't that babe just speak Korean? Yeah...? That's why he's shutting her up? These idiots must've missed hearing her call herself my seed receptacle—we'd already belly-to-belly'd, after all.
Big sis Urga giggled at their chatter like it was comedy gold,
then grabbed my shoulder, spun around behind me, and hugged me from behind, pulling me tight into her embrace like a show of ownership.
The dudes trailing us buzzed at her sudden move, but we'd gotten used to this routine in seconds and chatted about our next stop.
"Anyway, where'd you say we're headed? That, uh... wh-what was it again..."
"A café. You said you wanted to enjoy a tea time like some rich heiress or noble lady, right?"
"Yeah! That! Kuhuhu... tea time or whatever—ain't that the hallmark of civilized folk?"
Grinning like she could already taste it, she smooshed my head deep between her tits with a squish.
I could've pointed out we don't do formal tea time here like in England, but I wasn't about to crush a kid's Santa dreams, so I skipped the trivia.
Aware or not,
proving her hype, she spun us around in her arms right there—then, not satisfied,
slid her hands under my pits, hoisted me up, and plopped me on her shoulders like a piggyback.
"What the—put me down!"
"Nope! We'll head to that ca...fé? Whatever—till then, you navigate, darling!"
I wanted to protest, but the moment she took a step, the queasy lurch hit me like boarding a ride, and I went limp atop her head, reduced to a dangling GPS navigator.