Chapter 317: Stigma (1)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 317: Stigma (1)
It was a pleasant morning, waking up after a wild night of sex.
But before I could even savor the dazzling sunlight that greeted me after a deep sleep…
“Alright, now choose.”
“Who are you going to mark first?”
“Uh, umm.”
I was in a crisis.
Yoon Ji-an and Shin Yu-jeong had woken up one after the other, just five minutes apart.
The two had kept their mouths shut for a while, perhaps embarrassed by their actions from the previous day’s heated competition. But the first thing they suddenly brought up was the matter of the mark.
“Honestly, wasn’t I hotter? You came inside my pussy more than three times.”
“…I believe anything you got while I was drunk and asleep should be considered invalid.”
My desire to leave a mark on them hadn't changed.
It might have been a pathological obsession born from being so absurdly cast aside by my family, but at the same time, wasn't it a fantasy or a romantic notion every man has had at least once?
The only lamentable part… was having to agonize over something as trivial as the order.
“Do-jin said my pussy’s tightness was the best in the world, you know?”
Well, she wasn’t wrong.
Maybe it was because she worked out so hard, but her tightness was truly the best.
She gripped my cock and wouldn't let go. If I were a normal person and not a Hunter, my back would have given out several times just from thrusting.
“Being tight isn’t everything. Do you still not understand that?”
Yoon Ji-an’s counterattack also had a point.
While she was less tight than Yu-jeong, the sticky, clinging sensation she offered was exquisite.
If Shin Yu-jeong held on with powerful force, Yoon Ji-an felt like she was seducing me, unwilling to let go.
“My hips are better…!”
“My breasts are…!”
As they went back and forth, flaunting their respective strengths and clawing at each other…
They seemed to run out of things to say, and both of their gazes turned to me at the same time.
“You decide.”
“I agree, it’s best to follow Mr. Do-jin’s decision.”
They shouted in unison.
“Who are you going to mark first?”
“Please choose who you will mark first.”
The boomerang they’d been tossing back and forth had gone off course and was now flying straight at me.
It wasn’t a particularly important matter, but since they considered it important, it was difficult to choose.
Then, a thought suddenly struck me.
“…Why don’t we call it a draw?”
There were two of them, and I had two hands.
So if we called it a draw and I marked them at the same time, there would be no reason to choose one over the other, right?
This must be the wisdom of Solomon!
“Unnie.”
“Yes… I mean, right.”
…Or so I thought for a moment.
“Looks like that bastard hasn’t been drained enough yet.”
“…I suppose we’ll have to make him cum a few more times to help him decide.”
The two women, who had suddenly joined forces, pounced on me like beasts.
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.
.
.
“Haa, haa…♥”
“Hooo…♥”
The two women who had charged so boldly were now sprawled out on the bed in a groggy state.
“Tsk, tsk. Trying to take me on with your third-rate pussies.”
Did they really think anything would change by attacking me in the morning after what happened yesterday?
After another whirlwind of passion swept through, I checked the time. It was already four in the afternoon.
Forget brunch; it was almost time for dinner.
No wonder I was hungry.
“…Let’s wash up first.”
I washed my body, which had been drenched in sweat since last night, and came out to slap the buttocks of the two women who had barely regained their senses.
“You two, hurry up and wash.”
“Ugh… you beastly bastard.”
“How can a person be like that…”
The two of them clicked their tongues, got out of bed, and staggered toward the shower.
“Ha.”
A dry laugh escaped me.
I never told them to wash up at the same time, but now they did things together so naturally.
Well, for me, it was a most welcome development.
By the time I had found my clothes, which were scattered all over the hotel room, and gotten dressed, the two emerged with much clearer expressions.
I called out to them immediately.
“Both of you, lie down on the bed.”
Instantly, they both stared at me with wary eyes.
“Don’t tell me, again…?”
“I don’t think this is right, Mr. Do-jin.”
“……”
Did they really see me as some kind of beast?
Of course, I could if I put my mind to it, but that wasn’t my intention right now.
“The mark. You don’t want it?”
“Ah.”
“Ah!”
After a quick glance at each other, they darted over and threw themselves onto the bed.
I sat in the small gap between them and placed a hand on each of their stomachs.
“Like I said, this match is a draw. You both did so well it was hard to say who was better.”
I was being sincere.
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they had both performed at 120%, no, 200% of my expectations.
That’s how insane they had been yesterday and this afternoon.
“Luckily, I have two hands, so let’s do the marks at the same time.”
They would never easily accept one being first.
If they could have, they wouldn't have fought so fiercely.
But doing it simultaneously was a different story.
“If it’s at the same time, well…”
“I have no complaints with that.”
See?
They can't accept one being first, but they’re always generous when it comes to the word ‘simultaneously.’
Still, they were being a little insolent.
I gave their firm breasts—which barely lost their shape despite facing the full force of gravity—a tight squeeze as I chided them.
“This is what I was trying to say earlier, but you just had to go and pounce on me.”
“Ugh… Hey.”
“M-Mr. Do-jin.”
Oops.
I should stop here.
Any more and we might start round three.
“Anyway… from now on, listen to what I have to say before you decide to jump me.”
“…Okay.”
“Yes, I understand.”
Finally, they were being obedient.
As I nodded with a satisfied expression, Shin Yu-jeong asked.
“So, where are you going to put this mark? And what’s the design?”
That had given me a lot of trouble, too.
What shape the mark should be, and where would be the right place to put it.
Since I was already being a pervert, I considered putting it on their pubic area like in a manga, but I decided against it.
That would almost inevitably require them to trim or shave, and I wasn't too keen on that.
Then, an interesting spot came to mind.
“Right here.”
The place I pointed to was none other than right under their breasts.
“You’re going to mark us under our breasts…?”
“Yep, that’s right.”
Isn’t it a pretty good spot?
When they’re standing still, their breasts press down on it slightly, so it’s not easily visible. You can only see it properly if they’re lifted.
And the only person who can lift those breasts is me.
As I explained my reasoning, the two of them gave slight nods.
“It doesn’t sound too bad…?”
“True… a place that’s too conspicuous is still a little burdensome.”
The feedback was positive.
In that case, there was no reason to wait.
“I’m starting now. It’ll be over quickly, but don’t move. Stay still.”
I drew an equal amount of mana into both hands, letting it pool in my palms.
There, I pre-formed the shape I intended to create.
As I did, my will unknowingly infused the magic.
May this seemingly insignificant mark bind her and me together, becoming a strong, tough, and lifelong bond that can never be broken.
「Magical Tattoo.」
The moment I chanted the spell, the shaped mana resting in my palms shot out.
Its destination was the skin under their breasts, where my palms were touching.
It dug a little deeper, engraving a single mark that would not be easily erased.
“Ugh…!”
“Aah…!”
The two of them frowned at the pain felt in the moment the mana was forcibly engraved.
Simultaneously, the mark I desired was clearly etched beneath both of their breasts.
“Done.”
The shape of the mark was a direct representation of my desire.
The two women stood up, faced each other, and lifted their breasts to check the design.
“A heart and a chain…?”
A single long chain was wrapped around a red heart.
That was my heart right now.
I smiled and explained the meaning to them.
“It means you’re both tied to my side, unable to move an inch.”
I thought it was a pretty good line.
“Look at him, Unnie. I told you he can be so damn cringey sometimes.”
“Mmm… it is a bit…”
“……”
Hey.
I can hear you.
Should I just erase the damn marks?
As I was seriously contemplating it, a message window suddenly appeared.
[A sub-trait, ‘Stigma of Greed,’ has been created.]
Oh my.
What’s this now?
* * *
A deserted alleyway.
“Hah, hah…!”
A man with a frantic expression ran through the dark, dirty street, glancing over his shoulder every so often.
Even as he gasped for breath that had reached his chin, the man didn't slow his pace.
‘They say an unlucky man will break his nose even if he falls on his back… damn it all!’
He was a villain.
To be precise, he was a former Hunter aspirant who, after repeated failures, had lost his mind, committed a crime, and had just taken his first steps into the criminal underworld.
His dire financial situation was the problem.
Overdue rent, taxes, and on top of that, the debt he’d taken on to prepare for the Hunter exam.
With no way to pay it all back, he’d snapped in an instant and robbed a nearby jewelry store.
Seeing the piles of jewels had enraged him.
His own wallet didn't even have a single thousand-won bill, yet that place was overflowing with wealth.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…!’
At first, he was lucky.
He had stolen a load of jewels and fled quickly, succeeding in shaking off the police.
So he had planned to hide for a bit, then go to the Black Market to sell the jewels and either leave the country or join a villain organization to seek refuge.
‘Of all the people…!’
He had run into him when he came down from the mountains under the cover of darkness.
It had been like this ever since.
He was no match in terms of speed, so he was desperately weaving through the winding alleyways, trying to lose his pursuer, gasping for air.
But that was as far as he would get.
Worried that his pursuer might be right behind him, he glanced back for a moment.
Thwack!
Crash!
He collided with something in front of him and went tumbling.
“Aaargh…!”
The man’s face contorted from the stinging pain.
But he was confused.
There hadn't been anything on the path he was running on that he could have hit so hard…?
With a sense of foreboding, he lifted his head.
“Huk…!”
The man was horrified.
The grim reaper who should have been chasing him from behind was now standing before him, looking down!
“Uh, ugh…!”
What would happen to him now?
He’d be beaten to a pulp and dragged to the police station, right?
They wouldn't kill him.
Even wicked villains have human rights.
But as he lay there limp, anticipating how much worse his life was about to become…
“We don’t have time.”
A chilling voice came from behind him.
He didn't bother to turn around.
‘Must be the police or his partner.’
It was obvious who would show up now.
Just then, the voice from behind spoke again.
“You’re still hesitating. In that case, shall I offer some assistance?”
The moment the words ended, an unknown force bound his sprawling body.
“Wh-what…?!”
While he was panicking, the man was seized by something invisible and lifted into the air.
He was forced to face the other man’s face.
What he saw in it was anguish.
That’s why he was confused.
What was he agonizing over right now?
“Now, finish the job.”
The voice from behind urged him on again.
In response, he slowly reached into his chest pocket and pulled out a sharp, blue-bladed dagger.
A cold glint flashed in the darkness.
Seeing it, the man’s face turned deathly pale.
“Wh-what are you trying to do? You’re not going to stab me with that, are you? Right?”
The answer came from behind him.
“On the contrary. You’ve guessed correctly.”
Consumed by terror, the man began to struggle.
“N-no, this isn’t right! V-villains have human rights, too! If you hurt or kill me here, you won’t get away with it! You hear me?!”
But it was useless.
“You don’t need to worry about us. Once you’re dead, there will be no one left in this world to speak of your injustice.”
“……!”
His eyes flashed.
The man holding the dagger turned his gaze to the terrified, trembling man.
That’s right.
He’s right.
The dead tell no tales.
If this man dies, he himself would face no charges.
And he deserved to die.
Why?
“Because you’re a villain.”
He was, by society’s definition, an obvious evil person.
The sharp dagger, held in a reverse grip, sliced through the air.
Puk-!
The blade pierced the skin with terrifying ease.
“Keoheok…! H-help…!”
The man, his hands now smeared with hot blood, answered in a cold voice.
“The people you victimized probably said the same thing.”
They surely must have.
And the next day.
[Mr. Kang, the culprit in yesterday afternoon’s jewelry store robbery, was found dead this morning at 5:30 AM in an alleyway in a village near Mt. Bukhan.]
[The discovered body of Mr. Kang reportedly showed clear signs of homicide, shocking many, with a long sword wound running from his chest to his stomach and his mana circuits found to be horrifically damaged.]
[In response, the police have announced their intention to switch the case to a murder investigation and continue their work….]
The morning news broadcast the gruesome events of the previous night, delivering the story to everyone through their TVs.