Chapter 171
Chapter 171
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 171
Chapter Title: Wild Boar's Outing (6)
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“Ugh… My stomach’s still churning…”
“S-Sorry! I got too excited and didn’t realize…!”
Having given Urga sis—a woman way out of my league—a piggyback ride as we wandered the streets, I had no choice but to faithfully play navigator all the way to our destination.
“I was originally planning to go to that big cafe, but there are too many eyes there…”
“W-Wanna touch my boobs?”
“You can’t just say stuff like that out in public…”
“…Then care to explain why your hands are twitching?”
With all eyes on us, walking into that famous franchise cafe on the main street would’ve been as good as begging for attention.
So I urgently changed our destination from the big cafe we’d planned on,
and after weaving through back alleys in the city center with Urga sis until we reached this quiet little spot with hardly any foot traffic, we finally crossed the finish line of that hellish race.
“Next time, at least give me a heads-up…”
BUUUZZ!—BUUUZZ!—
“Eek?!”
The moment the pager signaling our drinks were ready started vibrating wildly on the table,
Urga sis—who’d been thrusting her chest out like she was daring me to grope her—jerked back in genuine shock, nearly smashing the chair’s backrest.
“It’s just a notification device. Why scare yourself like that?”
“W-Who’s scared?! I’m totally fine! I-It’s just that you suddenly reached for my chest!”
She’d dragged her chair back so far she might’ve toppled over if there wasn’t a wall behind her, yet she talked big.
Even as she said it, her face flushed red, as if she knew full well how lame her excuse was.
“Anyway! This time it’s your fault, sis.”
“Hmph! What’d I do wrong? I didn’t do anything!”
“…”
She wouldn’t back down an inch.
Was getting spooked by the pager that embarrassing?
I told the clearly huffy Urga sis—who was snorting unconvincingly—to hang on a sec, then headed to the counter to pick up our drinks.
Ding~
The clerk greeted a new customer coming in with a cheerful “Welcome!”, but shot me an awkward smile. My face burned for no reason.
“What’s that?”
“This one’s my lemonade. And this is the coffee you ordered, sis.”
“Coffee? What’s that? I figured you’d get me… black tea or something.”
“…They didn’t have it.”
“Liar!!”
Liar, sure. There was a whole “TEA” section on the menu, but after dragging me all the way here on piggyback, I pettily ordered the most basic Americano.
Steaming hot, too.
“And around here, people drink more coffee than tea anyway.”
“That part’s not a lie, huh…”
“You can tell?”
I’d said both with the exact same tone—how’d she know which was bullshit?
Snatching the coffee without protest, Urga sis thrust out her massive tits and snorted right as I finished talking.
“I know everything about my man! Heh…”
“Ahem… Oh, and it’s hot, so sip it slowly.”
“Hot?! Ow?!”
“…”
Should I have just ignored her?
Grinning awkwardly to herself again, Urga sis chugged the coffee in one go and yelped.
I’d half-expected it, so I handed her my lemonade, bobbing with ice.
“Slurrrrp! Why’s this cold?”
“You ordered something cold, so it’s cold? You got coffee, I got lemonade.”
“…What’s that supposed to mean? Whatever, confiscating this!”
“Huh?”
This was outrageous!
I tried snatching back the lemonade she’d been slurping, but in that split second, she’d already downed half. Giggling, she shoved the coffee back at me.
“More importantly, this stuff’s super sour? It’s all fizzy too, while mine’s just bitter.”
“Lemons are pretty tart. Want me to grab one when we go grocery shopping later?”
“For real?!”
Urga sis lit up at the thought of grocery shopping, slurping her coffee again.
Her face soured in real time—it was quite the sight.
“Ugh, why’s it so bitter? Is it spoiled?”
“Tea’s bitter, coffee’s bitter. People say it’s about the aroma and stuff, but I don’t get it either, so that’s why I ordered it.”
I slurped my lemonade right in front of her, and she gnashed her teeth, glaring at the innocent coffee.
She clearly wanted to steal mine again,
but she couldn’t risk ruining her “civilized lady” vibe over some bitterness. So she slurped—spit—slurped—spit-spit—rhythmically nursing her coffee.
“If it’s bitter, add something. Syrup or sugar.”
“Syrup? I kinda get sugar, but what’s syrup?”
“Something you add to coffee… Uh, not sure how to explain. Think of it like sugar.”
“Ohhh~?”
So she could add something sweet like honey?
She slammed her coffee down, slyly crossing her arms to prop up her chest. Peeking under the table, she started giggling.
No way in hell!
I bolted up, dodging Urga sis’s cat-like grin, and asked the clerk where the bathroom was.
“Hey! Where you going?!”
“Bathroom.”
“Gah! Don’t run away! Coward!!”
“Be right back, so wait here, okay?”
My man needs to provide fresh semen to this Urga!
I didn’t say it out loud, but just as Urga sis could tell my lies from truths,
having lived with the lust incarnate Eleonora all this time, I could read the beast in her eyes hungering for my seed.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “Tch, he actually went.”
Ignoring her desperate(?) plea, Sin Seon-dong smirked at her from the mirror. Urga lightly punched him in response, then slumped back in her chair and sipped her coffee.
It’d burned her mouth at first, but now it was lukewarm—perfectly warm to the touch.
Gulp. A mouthful slid down her throat.
…Bitter.
Did coffee get even more bitter as it cooled?
From what Sin Seon-dong had said about aromas and all that,
it didn’t seem much different from tea,
…Bitter.
She sipped a few more times. Still bitter.
It was infuriating—the more she drank, the more it pissed her off. The worst drink ever.
Naturally, her eyes drifted to the abandoned lemonade.
Especially with a droplet trickling from the straw’s tip—where his lips had been moments ago. She couldn’t help but salivate.
Sweet after bitter, right? That’s the rule!
Anyway!
Urga glanced out the window and reached for the lemonade.
But then—
Scraaaape—
“?”
The suited guy from earlier stood up. Urga blinked at the man—sunglasses hiding all but his eyes—and blurted,
“Hey, uh…”
“What? You’ve been staring like a creep since earlier.”
Before he could finish, she snapped. Flustered, the suited man hesitated, then pulled a business card from his jacket.
“Ah, haha… I work in the city hall’s pest control unit—”
“Don’t care who you are. Piss off.”
Pest control… Goblin extermination or whatever?
He looked like one of those hunters Sin Seon-dong mentioned, but Urga’s interest ended there.
The man blabbed on passionately about his job, but her focus was locked on the leftover lemonade.
Finally, as she leaned in for a big slurp,
he cleared his throat like he’d timed it perfectly.
“…You deaf?”
“Ahem, no misunderstanding. We’re recruiting talented hunters for our city’s new pest control unit—”
Lies.
If you’re gonna bullshit about recruitment, at least steady your heart first.
Liars had tells, and a racing pulse while talking was a classic.
And while spouting fancy recruitment crap, his eyes are glued to my tits. Thinks I’m blind?
Anyone else might buy it, but not in front of a warrior huntress like Urga.
Plus, he wasn’t some chance encounter—he’d been tailing them since the crosswalk, before she’d even given Sin Seon-dong that piggyback.
Yeah, she’d known all along.
Pondering how to deal with this noisy pest, a great idea hit. She set the lemonade down.
Thinking his persistence had paid off, the man closed the distance, seeing interest in her gaze.
“So, for emergencies, could I get that guy’s contact—”
“Flirt elsewhere. I’m married.”
“Pardon?”
Like a proud gray wolf unleashing her homeland’s chill, her voice was ice-cold.
“Think I’m stupid? Quit the tongue-wagging and spit it out. You’ve been ogling me to fuck me. What, chickening out now that I’m playing along?”
“W-Wait, no, that’s—”
Panicked man. Of course—who wouldn’t be?
Coming with dirty intentions, only to find his target already claimed.
How embarrassing.
Urga sneered inwardly. Your move?
Man up and try stealing me? Or tuck tail?
She’d never spread for another, but this pissed her off.
He’d seen her all over Sin Seon-dong, acting lovey-dovey,
and she’d just called herself married.
Yet he still tried hitting on a taken woman? Shameless.
She nearly considered killing him outright, but thought of her man and shoved the urge down.
“Whatever. Real males steal and claim what they want. That’s what makes ‘em male, right?”
She crossed her arms demonstratively, squeezing her chest.
Not just provocation.
Earlier, during her chat with Sin Seon-dong, this guy had slipped while pretending nonchalance—right when she’d done this.
I know your game. Fess up.
Bonus: reliving his scent still on her tits from their naughty store fun.
But despite her efforts,
unlike average joe Sin Seon-dong, this government drone had balls. He said,
“Ahem, y-yes! Honestly, the moment I saw you, I fell at first sight!”
“Oh?”
She knew that feeling.
Exactly how she’d felt seeing her man in the bathroom.
First sight love.
Nodding for more, the nameless creep went all in.
“And I thought it was a waste.”
“A waste?”
“Yes, rude as it sounds, a beauty like you with that guy?”
“We’ll settle if you’re better than my husband later. So, gonna steal me? That it? Speak plain.”
“Oh, and think carefully. Can you handle a woman like me? Flippant answers get your skull split.”
Releasing her chest-lift, the man froze at her toned arms and overwhelming presence.
He realized he’d crossed the line in a heated moment,
crushed by her aura.
“Speak. I hate pullouts. Even with my man, I pin him till he creampies my pussy. Saying it again: hate pullouts.”
“Th-That’s—”
Yeah, not easy.
Stick your dick where another male’s been?
Her blunt disgust clued him in on his massive screw-up,
but lifelong warrior Urga just saw a trembling coward.
Ten seconds of silence. Sighing, she reached for her sunglasses, dooming this pathetic male.
Whoosh—!
“Hey, asshole! I asked a question! Answer!!!”
“H-Hiiiik?!”
Ripping off her shades, she thunderously grabbed his collar.
Her feral glare and sharp fangs roared like a beast,
and the transparent windows—meant to lure passersby—shuddered in the sudden blizzard.
Everything but her chair and table trembled in fear.
Inanimate objects aside, how could he stay composed?
Urga shoved the eye-rolling, fainted man to the floor, slipped her shades back on, and snorted.
“Tch, told ya. Can you handle it? Thought you looked tough, trying to hump a pussy above your station?”
Kicking the unconscious creep aside like trash in the way,
she stormed past the quaking staff at the counter, out of the cafe.
Snarling at the guy through the glass, fuming,
she followed Sin Seon-dong’s scent and muttered,
“I can’t hold back—I gotta fuck my man right now!”