Chapter 405: The Mother and Daughter's Resolve (7)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 405: The Mother and Daughter's Resolve (7)
Day after day, I worked to draw out the strength of my team members.
And day after day, I watched with satisfaction as they grew, following the rather, no, extremely grueling training without a single complaint. It was around that time…
“Shlrrp… Heup, vff, vvvff, pop…♥”
…that Shin Yu-jeong’s blowjob attacks continued intermittently.
“Hey… aren’t you overdoing it these days?”
“Pah… Overdoing what?” she asked, pulling the cock she’d been holding tightly in her mouth, her tone one of complete ignorance.
“I mean… wasn’t training hard today?”
Her face immediately hardened at my follow-up question.
“You think it wasn’t? You planned the schedule like you were trying to kill someone.”
“Exactly.”
She wasn’t wrong.
No, in fact, she was perfectly right.
I’d designed the schedule with the intention of having them slam head-first into the wall of their limits until their skulls cracked a little.
That’s what was so strange.
If my plan had worked as intended, she shouldn’t be here doing this. She should have gone straight home to collapse.
Then, she said it.
“…I’m so fucking tired I don’t even want to lift a finger, but I still have energy for sex.”
“……”
Is this what women mean when they say they have a separate stomach for dinner and dessert?
“So, you don’t like it?”
“No, that’s not it.”
How could I not?
I loved it.
There was a special kind of magic to Shin Yu-jeong’s blowjobs, so much so that if it were up to me, I’d be demanding them constantly.
It wasn’t that she was incredibly skilled from a technical standpoint. How should I put it?
She was the type to focus so completely on providing pleasure that she had no sense of shame.
She was more faithful to the essence of pleasure than anyone, completely without inhibition.
She was the kind of girl who would try any position, any act, as long as it brought pleasure to us both.
That, I supposed, was the difference between her and other women.
“…The problem is that it’s too good.”
Right.
That was the problem.
It was too good.
Lately, both she and Jeong-hee…
They were already more sincere and passionate than anyone, but they had become even more motivated.
It was now a given that one of them would sneak into my rooftop room in the morning and wake me with a blowjob.
Sometimes, even when we were all gathered for a meal, an attack would come out of nowhere.
And that wasn’t all.
Just like now, they would call me over during training for a blowjob, or I’d find myself gripping her proffered waist and ass like handles as I fucked her against a wall. These moments were becoming more frequent.
On top of that, after a fulfilling day, I’d go home only for Jeong-hee to visit at night. We’d tangle our bodies together until dawn, and she’d let me fall asleep inside her voluptuous form before quietly heading back downstairs.
A normal man would have been sucked dry by the mother and daughter until he was a mummy, but for me, it was actually a good thing.
Thanks to them, the formidable stamina that would occasionally overflow was now maintained at a normal level for longer.
So yes, it was great… but something felt strange.
It didn't seem to be just a matter of their jealousy growing. In fact, the looks they gave each other didn't seem all that bad.
My comment about it being a problem because it was too good earned me a dumbfounded look from her.
“You complain even when I do it for you… no, I mean, what’s the fuss?”
It seemed she thought I was spouting nonsense, spoiled by my good fortune.
Well, she was right.
Anyone would think so if I complained while living through days that would be blissful for any man.
To be honest, even I could only sense a strange nuance without knowing exactly what it was.
So, for now.
“Did you just curse at me?”
“No, I corrected myself right away! The unwritten rule is that it doesn’t count if you take it back within three seconds…!”
“Yeah, no such rule exists.”
The way of the world is that if you curse, you get punished.
Take your medicine, you little punk.
“Heuk…♥”
…This counts as punishment, right?
* * *
After returning to Korea from a secret meeting with China’s Minister of National Defense, Japan’s Hunter Association President, and the Vatican’s Saintess, a heated debate erupted.
“Why should we trust those Chinese bastards and help them?”
“I don’t like them anyway. Wouldn’t it be better if their government changed?”
“Seriously, who was it that screwed up their own country in the first place? Unbelievable.”
Historically and in the present, Korea had a lot of grievances with China.
Half of those present were against the idea, arguing that helping them would bring no benefit.
“If China collapses, we’re screwed. If even a fraction of their shit flows downstream, we’ll drown in a cesspool.”
“It won’t be any different even if Lu Bu overthrows the government. That bastard is just as steeped in Sinocentrism.”
“It seems better to help them now and secure some definite gains.”
The other half were in favor, arguing that since it was a case of ‘same shit, different pile,’ they might as well help and get something out of it.
As the key government figures were divided in their debate, someone asked a question.
“Tower Lord, which side do you think is right?”
The Magic Tower was, strictly speaking, a government agency. The question was directed to her, the one who managed it and held a position equivalent to a cabinet minister.
She replied.
“Both sides have valid points. However…”
Though her official rank was that of a minister, the power she actually wielded was far greater.
She was not only the administrator of the Magic Tower but also an S-rank Hunter.
To slightly exaggerate, the outcome of this debate would be decided by which way her opinion leaned.
As all eyes focused on her lips, she spoke.
“If I absolutely must choose a side… I would personally like to support the opposition.”
“As expected…!”
“Ahem.”
The moment her words ended, reactions of joy and sorrow were mixed.
“May I ask your reason for thinking so?”
At the question from Moon Cheol-jun, the Hunter Association President who had led the meeting, she continued her answer.
“We’re talking about dealing with China’s Black Market. No matter how much the three nations ally and receive help from the Vatican, victory is not guaranteed. In the worst-case scenario, if the operation fails, we could face the tragedy of losing our own country’s Hunters for nothing.”
It was a sound argument, predicated on the absolute worst-case scenario.
Thanks to her, the opposition’s stance gained more strength, while the proponents’ arguments gradually lost ground.
She felt a quiet sense of relief.
A request for help had come from the organization’s Chinese branch, which was in the process of taking over China’s Black Market.
They had asked her to block Korea’s support to ensure their plan proceeded smoothly.
Han Ju-hee had accepted their proposal.
It wasn’t a particularly difficult task.
All she had to do was side with the opposition for a plausible reason while they were fighting amongst themselves.
Just as the rather long debate was slowly drawing to a close with her entry into the fray, someone who had been watching silently raised his hand.
“I am in favor.”
A low, but powerful voice.
All eyes turned to him.
The man who overwhelmed the room with his incredibly serious gaze.
Son Si-woo.
The only person here who could stand against Han Ju-hee.
With his unexpected support, the debate was once again deadlocked.
No, it had been reversed.
As the situation flowed in the complete opposite direction of what she had planned, Han Ju-hee’s eye began to twitch.
* * *
Finally, the long-awaited notice from the Hunter Association arrived.
It was a national request, delivered only to A-rank and higher Hunters.
The contents were exactly as I already knew.
The subjugation of the organization threatening the government, along with the takeover of China’s Black Market.
The mission difficulty was high, and so was the reward.
“Whoa… a minimum of 500 million?”
The base pay alone was a whopping 500 million won.
On top of that, there were incentives based on performance.
And in case of injury or death, there was corresponding insurance coverage.
The Association probably had no choice.
To entice Hunters who were already well-off, they had to offer at least this much.
In fact, even this was on the low side.
Most A-rank Hunters needed something more valuable than just money.
As if they knew this, the Association had added one special reward.
A reward granted to only one person, the Hunter who displayed the most outstanding performance during the mission.
And what was it?
“A voucher to commission equipment from the ‘Haetae’ Workshop.”
The Haetae Workshop.
Another source of pride for the Republic of Korea, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with world-famous workshops, not to mention being the best in the country.
The artisans belonging to it were all said to possess outstanding talent.
Some workshops even listed ‘Studied under the Haetae Workshop for three years’ at the very top of their credentials.
“It can’t just be a voucher to commission one of the affiliated artisans.”
As the rumors suggested, the artisans of the Haetae Workshop were all master craftsmen.
But the workshop’s global recognition wasn’t because of them.
It was because of the owner of the Haetae Workshop.
A crotchety and eccentric man, as if to prove the saying that all geniuses have a screw loose.
This voucher must be for commissioning a piece from that old geezer himself.
“Sigh… this is really tempting.”
Like most artisans who have reached the pinnacle of their craft, that old man was the same.
If he didn’t like something, he wouldn’t take the commission even with a knife to his throat.
“…Though I doubt there are many people who could hold a knife to that geezer’s throat and live.”
Anyway.
He was the type to reject anything that displeased him in the slightest.
Back when I was Son Si-woo, the number of times that old man rejected my equipment requests was greater than the number of times I’d failed a dungeon raid.
But even an old man like him couldn’t refuse a commission made through a voucher.
I don’t know why, but it seemed there was a very strong restriction or story tied to those vouchers.
“It really is the perfect thing to piss that old geezer off.”
One day, I got so fed up that I paid an enormous sum to acquire a voucher and waved it right in his face.
I brought about five of them at once and spammed him with unreasonable requests. He threw an absolute fit.
Thinking back on it still feels satisfying.
“Well… his personality aside, his skill is the real deal.”
He was a man whose skill was so overwhelming that it more than made up for his rotten personality.
The weapon Ju-yeon now used was something I obtained with one of the vouchers from back then.
A piece of gear with guaranteed performance but the infuriating restriction that it could only be used by a virgin.
It was a good thing Ju-yeon was good-natured enough to accept it; otherwise, I might have punched that old man in the face.
Anyway, the point is this.
His skill was so immense that even when making a gift for a kid just starting out as a Hunter, he could craft something she could use without issue until she became S-rank.
“I have to get this.”
With my skills, of course.
A battle against the Black Market forces would undoubtedly be large-scale.
And on a large-scale battlefield, there are few classes that can perform as brilliantly as a mage.
“The operation begins in ten days…”
There was a decent amount of time left.
Before leaving for China, there was something I had to do.
“I can’t leave without having that mother-daughter threesome.”
Watching their recent behavior, I was finally certain.
The day I would have my mother-daughter threesome was just around the corner.
It was time to fulfill a wish I had only ever held in my dreams.