Chapter 82
Chapter 82
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 82
Chapter Title: Childhood Friend Becomes Aware of the Blonde Delinquent (1)
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I deliberately sent Juyeon-woo out. It was better without him around for what I was about to do. I put on a slightly awkward act and subtly urged him to go watch the Hero Tournament.
Whether the kid knew what was on my mind or just left anyway didn't matter. The only thing that mattered to Shin Jae-eun was that Juyeon-hee and I were the only ones left at home.
Shin Jae-eun pulled out some documents while waiting for Juyeon-hee to wake up. The genetic test results denying any blood relation to Juyeon-woo. She planned to show them to Juyeon-hee.
'Neither Juyeon-woo nor Juyeon-hee is my real nephew.'
But she did feel affection for Juyeon-woo.
Feeling emotions for him as a member of the opposite sex rather than family was a bit repulsive, but she rationalized it by saying it couldn't be helped—she was human first, before being a hero or an adult.
It's not wrong to feel attracted to someone appealing from the opposite sex. Rape is a crime, but...
At least that's how Shin Jae-eun saw it.
Even if it was unethical because he was like a nephew she'd raised, she couldn't control her wayward emotions.
'Yeon-woo is trying hard to keep the family together.'
He'd been raped by the aunt he trusted. Yet he was still making an effort not to break off their relationship.
He even thought of her in return.
After much self-reflection, he'd even developed a supreme sense of filial piety(?) toward Shin Jae-eun, who'd devoted her youth to them. What an adult kid.
Just from that, Shin Jae-eun felt like she was being compensated for her twenties. She was actually healing by holding her nephew, too.
'But Juyeon-hee...'
Same boat, same blood. But completely different.
Not knowing they weren't related by a single drop of blood, Juyeon-hee would glare at Shin Jae-eun with wide eyes every time she saw her. Rudely, too.
When she thought Juyeon-hee was her real niece, she'd endured it. Just typical puberty for that age. Losing her parents probably made it more intense than normal kids, so she'd put up with a lot.
But she's not blood-related? No reason to hold back then.
A girl full of venom who wasn't mature like Juyeon-woo. Shin Jae-eun wanted to shove some harsh reality in her face to help her know her place.
It had absolutely nothing to do with her being Yoo Yeon-ho's bloodline.
'Guess I'm no adult either.'
Shin Jae-eun sneered at herself while waiting for Juyeon-hee to come out. It was a holiday. Juyeon-hee, who'd slept in, finally shuffled into the living room around the time the Hero Tournament was starting.
The brat barely nodded at Shin Jae-eun in greeting—if you could call it that—before heading straight to the fridge. She'd been like that since she was little. Always calling for her oppa at the drop of a hat.
Not a word for Shin Jae-eun, who'd struggled to raise her.
─ Aunt, you must be so tired?
She was nothing like Juyeon-woo, who massaged her shoulders with his little fern-like hands every weekend and patted her back. That's why she couldn't bring herself to feel affection for her.
Shin Jae-eun glared at Juyeon-hee and said,
"Come over here and sit."
What kind of face would Juyeon-hee make once she learned the truth? Shin Jae-eun twisted her lips into an un-heroic smile.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The Hero Tournament spanned two days. First-years on day one, second-years on day two. The second-year matches were way more exciting to watch.
"No matter how good the first-years are, they can't hang with the second-years. Time weighs on you more than you think."
I arrived at the stadium with Han-seol. Even on the way there, tons of people recognized us, giving me a headache.
Fan service ate up all my time. I nearly missed the start.
"...You're seriously popular, Yeon-woo."
"Yeah. Didn't expect it."
Han-seol was the Hero Tournament champ, arguably the strongest first-year in Korea. By comparison, I made it to the quarterfinals. There were more than a handful of cadets stronger than me.
Yet the crowd flocked to me more. I get it.
This was a world where genders were flipped. A decent-looking guy cadet drew more attention than an outstanding but ugly girl cadet.
Especially if that guy had a killer body. Popularity didn't need explaining.
"Let's go. It's starting soon."
"It's only 8:30. The tournament doesn't start for another half hour."
"Gotta hit the bathroom bad."
I dragged the dawdling Han-seol into the stadium. There were reserved seats just for cadets—priority for those with the status.
Perks, if you wanna call it that.
"Be right back."
I sat Han-seol down and headed to the bathroom—or pretended to. Actually, I was going to Geum Tae-yeon's waiting room.
[Geum Tae-yeon] ─ You're late? Even the great Geum Tae-yeon got nervous for national events, it seemed. She was already waiting in her room.
Knock knock knock.
"Coming in."
Geum Tae-yeon's waiting room. No different from the one I'd used yesterday. Just a pit stop—how special could it be?
"Finally here."
Geum Tae-yeon was in her gym clothes.
Black sleeveless top, baggy bottoms. Even on a day with heavy media exposure, she kept it revealing.
She grinned the second she saw me and beckoned me over. Come closer, she waved. I hesitated but approached.
"Like last year, sucking a guy's dick right before a big match gives me that extra power."
"...You called me here for that?"
"What else? Why else would I call you?"
We were close enough to touch. Geum Tae-yeon shot her arm out. In a flash, she grabbed my pants and yanked them down. Underwear too—took less than five seconds.
If Geum Tae-yeon's hands were on you, it was over before you blinked.
I frantically covered my crotch. We'd gotten close, sure, but not close enough to fuck in a stadium waiting room.
I'd done it with Eum Ji-hye, but I was hypnotized—that made it possible.
"N-not here."
"What's not? Why're you being all shy?"
Geum Tae-yeon tapped my hand away. It was practically an order.
"Hands down. At attention."
She'd probably chew me out if I didn't. Her growling tone left me no choice but to lower my hands.
My body wasn't gutsy enough to defy Geum Tae-yeon's bark.
"Morning wood. Kinda disappointing you washed up, but whatever. Still good."
Geum Tae-yeon grabbed my dick and sucked on my balls. She had a thing for them when they were extra floppy.
A guy's weak spot, sucked right into her mouth. Dizzying pleasure shot up my spine.
Slurp, slurp! Sluuuurp!
"Ugh...!"
"Honestly, I wanna fuck. But we'd have to stop midway, so better hold off, right?"
"...Why ask me? You're gonna do whatever you want anyway..."
"You know me well. Yup. It's my call in the end."
Geum Tae-yeon spat out my saliva-soaked balls and took my dick in her mouth. Then she sucked voraciously.
Slurp, sluuuurp! Sluuuuuurp!
Her face distorted like an ugly monkfish. Jaws stretched wide, vacuuming my dick like a cleaner.
She didn't give a damn about how she looked—just pure technique to milk out my cum.
Hard to hold back. Han-seol, Eum Ji-hye, Aunt, and the rest—they were total amateurs compared to Geum Tae-yeon.
After them, facing her highlighted the gap. Even trying to endure felt arrogant.
"Sunbae...!"
I'm gonna cum. As I signaled it, Geum Tae-yeon deepthroated me to the hilt.
Straight past her tongue, down her throat to her stomach—she'd dump my load there direct.
"Hngh, hrk! Haaah...!"
Spurt, spurt, spluuuurt!
A whole different league from a creampie. My sphincter clenched hard.
Sluuuurp!
"Sunbae... stop...!"
Post-nut dick is sensitive. A light touch is fine, but licking or sucking makes your hips buck.
"Hngh!"
Geum Tae-yeon ignored my plea. Maybe she was tormenting me extra because I begged.
Her tongue lapped my glans, stealing the cum pooled in my urethra.
"Cum on an empty stomach. Secret to acing tests."
She cackled and smacked my ass.
"Now get back to your seat."
"...That's it?"
"Yup. What, you think we're fucking for real?"
Geum Tae-yeon pointed at the wall clock.
"No time. It's starting soon."
Even for Geum Tae-yeon, slacking before the Hero Tournament wasn't easy.
Her superstitions were legit, too.
I stared at her, then pulled up my pants.
And turned away. As haughtily as possible.
Geum Tae-yeon and I? Our relationship wasn't exactly buddy-buddy.
This felt right.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [Personality settings for Juyeon-woo, the male heroine of the manga Boy's Corruption that you possessed ─ Passive, introverted, shy, full of worries, extremely vulnerable to blackmail, and the world's best pussy, etc...] Still, considering my personality settings, our relationship progress—maybe I could drop one line.
I shot Geum Tae-yeon a sideways glance and left an encouraging message.
"...Win, sunbae."
I walked away without looking at her face. That was the key, I figured, so I bolted from the waiting room like my life depended on it.