Chapter 174: The Seeker Who Heralds Ruin (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 174: The Seeker Who Heralds Ruin (2)
Countless worlds had met their end.
Worlds built on advanced science and technology, worlds filled with the mysteries of magic, worlds ruled by martial artists whose strength far surpassed that of ordinary humans.
Whatever they prided themselves on, whatever humanity had achieved, was all useless before the face of ruin that brought everything to its knees.
They could only gaze up at the blackened sky and humbly accept the death pressed against their throats.
Or struggle pathetically, refusing to accept their fate, only to crumble into nothingness without achieving anything of meaning.
For humans cast before destruction, these were the only two options.
A total of seventy-one worlds, leaving behind only traces of their once-brilliant past, were annihilated, each in its own unique way.
Was it mere amusement? Or was it a punishment born from a deep-seated vengeance for a sin committed in ignorance?
Not one of the inhabitants forced to board the train hurtling ceaselessly toward the final station of ruin knew.
They did not know why they and the world they lived in had to reach such a dead-end, bad ending, one where not even a shred of hope existed.
And they would never know.
Because those reborn as loyal servants to the very being they despised, after dying along with their worlds, were not even permitted to question.
Having forgotten and lost everything, they were given a single command.
These beings, who had forgotten even their own names and were now called only Seekers, could do nothing but wander and search.
Search for another world that would crumble away before ruin, just as their own had.
As they stood blankly, staring up at the black sky just as they had when they died, a massive rift tore open before them.
It was time to search for another sacrificial lamb.
* * *
A self-granted day of rest.
I didn't do anything in particular or go anywhere, but that's precisely what made the time so precious to me.
To be honest, this monstrous body of mine has such an absurd amount of stamina and regenerative power that it could handle three days and nights of sex or battle without issue. But just because the body doesn't tire easily doesn't mean the mind won't.
From December 25th until now.
Anyone looking at my daily routine might say all I've done is have sex, but that's something only someone who licks the surface without trying to look inside would say.
They have no idea how difficult it is to meticulously plan such a tight schedule that leaves everyone—if not satisfied—at least without major complaints, and to prepare plausible excuses for it all.
…Though I’ll admit, the fruit of that labor tasted damn good.
Anyway.
Unlike me, who felt completely refreshed after a full day's rest, the person sitting across from me didn't seem to be doing so well.
Sluuurp….
Seeing her down an iced Americano with a straw in the middle of winter, she must be exhausted.
Looking closely, her eyes were sunken and her face was gaunt. Why did she look like she'd been sick for days?
Of course, there was no way she was actually sick.
If she were that unwell, she wouldn't have been able to leave dozens of calls throughout the night.
Ah, or maybe that's why she's sick?
After draining the Venti-sized coffee before we'd even exchanged a single word, she finally glared at me, a bit of life returning to her eyes.
“How could you do that?”
What is she on about all of a sudden?
“What did I do?”
“The way you hung up on me yesterday, and after I called so many times all night, how could you not once…!”
Aha.
Looks like our dear Yun-kyung's pride has been wounded.
But what can I do?
Unlike other men, I have no intention of coddling you, saying, "There, there, is that what happened?" just because your feelings are hurt.
“Didn't I tell you yesterday? I said I was taking the day off to rest, so call me back another time.”
“Th-That’s…”
My direct hit made her trail off instantly.
I'm pretty sure I told her to call me when she decided to become my fucktoy. What on earth did she want that she asked to see me?
“I have no desire to drag this conversation out over pointless issues. Just tell me what you want.”
I cut the conversation short with a somewhat cold tone.
Just because I intend to make her my fucktoy doesn't mean I want to treat her poorly.
Whatever she is, she's mine, so I'd prefer to handle her with care and coax her along when appropriate.
But not right now.
First, I need to firmly establish that I'm on top and she's on the bottom.
To do that, I have to be willing to say cold, harsh things.
I could clearly see a flash of anger in her expression.
She looked like she was debating whether to storm out right then and there.
To cut to the chase, she didn't leave.
Or rather, she couldn't.
“Do you… really have to make me into that thing?”
“What thing?”
“…Th-That thing.”
“I don't know. I have no idea what you're talking about.”
As I played dumb with a shrug, her face grew redder.
The mix of anger and shame was a perfect half-and-half combo, and she looked quite delicious.
Realizing the conversation couldn't continue like this, she glanced around, her eyes wide like a meerkat's.
After confirming we were the only customers, she whispered quietly.
“The f-fuck… toy thing.”
The volume wasn't to my liking, but since the café owner was nearby, I decided to let it slide.
I didn't really care if she was embarrassed, but it would be a problem for me.
I couldn't be bothered to go far, so I'd told her to come to my neighborhood.
I didn't need to create an embarrassing memory at a place I occasionally visit when I'm craving coffee.
“Ah, you mean that? I was wondering what you were talking about.”
She glared at me with a look that said she could kill me.
I nonchalantly lifted my coffee cup to wet my throat, then answered in a leisurely manner.
“After having sex with you, I decided I wanted one.”
“Wanted… what?”
A hint of anticipation flickered in her expression.
What in the world was she expecting?
“A masturbation tool I can fuck and cum in whenever I want.”
“You…!”
At my blatant, crushing words, Jo Yun-kyung's face flushed with humiliation and rage.
She looked like she wanted to flee this very instant, yet she couldn't bring herself to move.
That night must have been exceptionally good for her.
Otherwise, her high pride would never have been able to endure such humiliation.
She closed her eyes and took a few ragged breaths, her expression calming down.
It seemed she had let go of another layer of her pride, resigning herself.
“So you're saying… you'll date Yu-jeong and just use me as a fucktoy.”
Oh, wow.
Look at her, saying the word "fucktoy" so clearly in a public place.
Did she just let go of one layer, or did she lose a screw?
Feeling a strange thrill, I nodded.
“Not exactly, but close enough.”
Hearing my vague answer, she began to think.
To help her make a decision, I repeated what I had told her a few days ago.
“If you're confident you can land a bigger fish than me, feel free to walk out of here.”
In fact, walking out would be the right thing to do.
“But if you think that'll be difficult, then just accept it.”
I leaned forward, getting as close to her as I could, and whispered the final words in a quiet voice.
“Later, you won't be able to, even if you want to.”
You know that saying in the stock market, right?
Buy on the knee, sell on the shoulder.
Of course, I don't trade stocks, so I don't know if that's exactly right… but at least for now, it's a perfectly applicable phrase.
“…Just give me a moment.”
“I'll give you five minutes.”
“Hah, seriously…”
She sighed at the short time she was given but closed her eyes and fell into thought without another word.
I waited leisurely for the five minutes to pass.
Honestly, if she had to think this hard about it, the answer was already decided.
It meant my offer was attractive enough to warrant such deep consideration, didn't it?
Just as the coffee in my cup was nearly gone.
“…Fine, I'll do it.”
She finally accepted the offer.
“But, I have one condition… no, one request.”
I'd felt this for a while, but she was exceptionally skilled at handling men.
The fact that she immediately changed the word "condition" to "request" the moment she realized it was overstepping for someone who just declared she'd be a fucktoy showed her considerable experience.
Is this the masterful touch of an experienced queen bee?
“Go on. I'll at least hear you out.”
Glaring at me again for my strictness in not even granting a single request, she blushed and barely managed to speak.
“…I haven't slept a wink in days.”
“So, you want me to sleep with you or something?”
“…Yes.”
Hey, you're not supposed to take a joke seriously.
“It's because of you that I couldn't sleep.”
“……”
Aha.
So that's what you meant by "sleep with you"?
If that's the case, then it's more than possible.
I just so happened to be full of motivation after a good day's rest.
However, she couldn't ask for it like that.
“Tell me exactly what you want. Don't be vague.”
Isn't the best part of having a fucktoy making her beg and plead for what she wants?
“Hah… were you always like this?”
“It'll be easier for you to think that the Kim Do-jin you used to know is dead.”
He's already gone to America… well, not America, but he's gone somewhere else.
“…Right, that's probably for the best.”
She replied with resignation, took a small breath, and parted her lips.
“I… I want to have sex. Just thinking about you makes me so wet down there, I feel like I'm going crazy.”
Her expression, colored by faint shame, humiliation, and intense lust, was so incredibly pleasing.
Her desperate look lit a fire in my chest as well.
“Alright. Then let's go right…”
Just as I was about to suggest we find a nearby motel or hotel and get going.
A semi-transparent window suddenly shot up before me.
[An Emergency Quest has been generated.]
[Do you wish to accept? Y/N]