Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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>Translator: Ryuma
>Chapter: 22
>Chapter Title: Dark Tread (2)
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Dark Tread.
It was a covert organization created by the Justice Alliance, the pillar of the righteous sects.
Only a scant few within the Justice Alliance knew the exact date of its founding, and even fewer knew precisely what they did.
Those who knew of Dark Tread called them the shadow of the Justice Alliance.
They handled missions that must never see the light of day from within the unseen darkness, so they could never step into the sunlight.
Even within this Dark Tread, there existed an even more special unit.
Beyond the regular units—Gap Unit for internal audits, Eul Unit for intelligence, and Byeong Unit for assassinations—there was the Jeong Unit.
[Monsters.]
Even fellow agents of Dark Tread called them that.
It was a measure of the Jeong Unit agents' strength, but there was another reason as well.
It was because they were not ordinary humans.
Neung Hwa-yang, deputy leader of the Jeong Unit's Thirteenth Squad.
She was one of the three Jeong Unit agents deployed for this mission, one of their own.
[The request comes from Eul Unit. Show them the prowess of Jeong Unit agents.]
Blood Point Valley was a mission that Eul Unit had failed multiple times.
Thus, Jeong Unit had deployed agents this time to rack up achievements in intelligence as well.
Neung Hwa-yang wiggled her fingers, beckoning Mok Kyung-un seductively.
"Let's converse with our bodies."
'Mok Kyung-un.'
Thanks to that guy, seven deployed agents had lost their lives, they said.
That was why the orders had come down.
[Sever his meridians and cripple his dantian.]
It wasn't a difficult task.
The missions she had specialized in up to now were assassinations of key figures.
Especially with men, it was even easier.
A little seduction, and they came crawling into her arms—she could enjoy them moderately, then take their lives at the end.
'He's quite handsome.'
This was the first time seeing him up close.
But upon seeing his face, he went beyond pretty boy territory into exceptionally striking.
He was smiling, but there was a decadent charm to it, the kind women would love in many ways.
'What a shame.'
It was a pity to enjoy him once and then half-cripple him.
But there was no choice for the sake of the mission.
Not just that agents had died because of him, but he was the biggest obstacle for future missions.
-Thud!
At that moment, Mok Kyung-un closed the slightly ajar door.
Then, walking over slowly, he said,
"What do you mean by conversing with our bodies?"
"You know, so why ask."
She spoke in a coquettish tone and sat on the bed, crossing her legs slightly.
Mok Kyung-un chuckled and approached, saying,
"I really don't know."
"Pretending to be a virgin? Or deliberately trying to wear me out?"
"Who knows."
Mok Kyung-un stood right in front of her, two steps away.
Neung Hwa-yang lifted the corners of her mouth widely.
What man could resist a curvaceous woman naked before him?
She figured this guy was no different.
-Swish!
Neung Hwa-yang naturally extended one leg straight toward Mok Kyung-un.
Her toes aimed right at his groin.
To stimulate him.
At that moment, Mok Kyung-un grabbed her toe.
Then, kneeling, he gently stroked up her ankle.
A glint appeared in Neung Hwa-yang's eyes.
'Not a virgin, then.'
No matter how handsome, she thought a boy who hadn't reached twenty might be an inexperienced virgin.
That would be no fun.
She had to use her body to eliminate or deal with the target— she needed some enjoyment out of it.
That worry seemed unfounded.
"Haa."
She deliberately breathed heavily.
There was no way she'd get aroused just from him stroking her ankle, but she made sounds like this to stimulate the man.
-Swish!
Mok Kyung-un's hand traveled from her ankle up her calf, past her knee, to her thigh.
As his hand reached her thigh, her eyes took on a lascivious glint.
It seemed she could enjoy this properly after all.
'It won't be bad for you either.'
He could embrace a woman like this before becoming half-crippled—call it fair compensation.
Neung Hwa-yang spoke in a voice laced with coquetry.
"You undress too."
At her words, Mok Kyung-un smiled lightly.
Then, instead of stroking further, he crossed his index and middle fingers, walking them up her thigh.
Neung Hwa-yang's face flushed.
This kid seemed young but had some experience.
Most men skipped foreplay altogether—once she undressed, they just shoved in blindly.
But this one seemed to know how to handle a woman.
Her senses were already dulled; just thrusting would have been boring.
Then Mok Kyung-un said,
"Looks delicious."
At his words, she let out a moan and said,
"Haa... looks delicious? Then hurry and devour me. No need to hold back."
Gets you excited, right?
Men went mad hearing that.
As he walked his crossed fingers upward, Mok Kyung-un said,
"You have to savor the taste slowly. Beautiful things need to heat up gradually to be at their best."
"Haa... you... I like you."
"I feel the same. Thinking of the screams from your fully heated mouth already thrills me."
At Mok Kyung-un's words, Neung Hwa-yang truly heated up.
This guy knew how to excite a woman.
Moving his fingers in that crossed walk while stimulating her imagination with words—it had been ages since she'd felt this good.
-Swish!
Mok Kyung-un's hand, having climbed for a while, reached her smooth abdomen.
Neung Hwa-yang smacked her lips, as if somewhat disappointed.
Trying to heat her up more?
This guy was skilled.
'Impressive.'
She'd been curious how the madman would act.
But to think he was so delicate and knew how to treat a woman.
As Mok Kyung-un gently caressed her abdomen, his hand soon headed toward her ample breasts.
"Haa."
She exhaled deeply.
Smiling at her, Mok Kyung-un said,
"It's heating up so nicely and softly. I'm curious what face you'll make when I peel off your entire outer shell."
"I've already stripped everything— what's left to peel?"
-Swish!
"These."
Mok Kyung-un tugged at her skin.
At his words, Neung Hwa-yang furrowed her brow slightly for a moment.
It was going well, then this random nonsense?
Did this bastard think those words would arouse her?
Without showing it, Neung Hwa-yang said,
"You joke well. Hehehe."
"Not a joke."
".......What?"
Neung Hwa-yang looked incredulous, her face twisting.
To her, Mok Kyung-un raised the corner of his mouth up to her ear and said,
"From the first moment I saw you, I've wanted to peel off all your skin and see what's inside."
"........You saying that to turn me on?"
"Doesn't it excite you?"
"You're kidding?"
"I once peeled off every bit of skin from a guy who kept his mouth shut, forcing him to reveal his insides—he screamed himself unconscious. The sight of veins and sinews intertwined was truly spectacular."
'!?'
Neung Hwa-yang's expression hardened.
At first, she thought he was overdoing verbal foreplay.
But that smile full of malice, and his eyes—they were utterly serious.
He wanted to peel off her shell.
-A chill!
Suddenly, a shiver ran down Neung Hwa-yang's spine.
Until now, like a queen spider, she'd killed those who burrowed into her embrace and always enjoyed the process.
Killing men in her arms excited her to no end.
Seeing them in agony made her dulled senses come alive again.
'This bastard...... same breed as me?'
She'd thought, how mad could he be?
But experiencing it firsthand, he seemed madder than her.
A beauty naked seducing him, and he wants to peel her shell to see her suffer.
-Tremble!
'Crazy fucker.'
Her mind changed.
She'd wanted to see them happy in her arms, then shatter that happiness.
But more than that, she wanted to see this madman beg for his life.
Neung Hwa-yang smiled slyly.
"I want to hear your screams too."
-Pak!
With that resolve, she wrapped Mok Kyung-un's arm with her legs like a snake.
Then pressed his neck and back with both legs.
If he moved wrong, his elbow would snap instantly—he couldn't resist.
-Tight!
"Better stay still. Resist pointlessly and your elbow bone will pop out....."
-Grrrrrind!
'Huh?'
What was this?
Mok Kyung-un stood up with her clinging to him.
She, at the pinnacle realm, had infused nearly six stars of energy into her legs with Capturing Hand, yet he forcibly endured it?
'This fucker!'
She surged more energy, trying to shatter his elbow.
But Mok Kyung-un's arm didn't bend an inch.
Then,
-Bam!
Mok Kyung-un slammed her, still clinging, down onto the bed.
The bed shattered, her body embedding into it.
Yet she still clung to his arm like a parasite, refusing to let go.
Neung Hwa-yang grinned sinisterly and said,
"Useless. I don't feel pain well."
Most of Dark Tread's fourth unit, Jeong Unit, consisted of volunteers or orphans collected and modified through countless secret arts or experiments.
The survival rate in those experiments was a mere one in ten thousand.
Those who overcame even that one in ten thousand gained bodies utterly unlike ordinary humans; she had acquired a body fundamentally numb to pain.
'And.'
-Creeeak!
-Pffft!
Her fingernails extended as she clinging, digging into Mok Kyung-un's wrist.
Sharp Bone Claw: nails mutated with a special solution, which she could hide and extend like a beast's.
"This?"
"Thought naked meant nothing there?"
"Interesting body structure."
"Fun? Yeah, enjoy it plenty."
'You won't move soon anyway.'
The component mutating Sharp Bone Claw.
It was Paralysis Powder.
Anyone pierced by the nails would have their senses numb from that point, rendering movement impossible.
By the time they tried expelling it with qi, it was too late.
-Tight!
She poured more energy into her thighs.
But then,
"This scent...... quite familiar."
"What?"
"Clove...... frankincense..... wood fragrance..... pinellia powder, licorice, agarwood..... raw atractylodes...... Paralysis Powder, right?"
'!?'
What?
What did this bastard just say?
He identified the components in her mutated nails by scent?
Neung Hwa-yang was momentarily speechless.
Most panicked after paralysis set in, demanding what she'd done or freaking out that it was Paralysis Powder.
But what was this guy?
Was it possible to pinpoint ingredients just from a faint scent?
And,
'Why isn't my strength fading?'
Strange.
Paralysis Powder should have numbed his arm by now, sapping his strength.
Yet it remained the same.
Why?
Then,
-Crush!
Still holding her, Mok Kyung-un suddenly acted unpredictably.
-Crack!
'!!!!!!!!'
For a moment, she doubted her eyes.
Mok Kyung-un wrenched her neck, biting into the muscle on the opposite side of her pressing knee—the hamstring.
Even painless, she could tell fangs had pierced.
And the spot he'd bitten was dangerous.
Screw up, and she might not walk.
-Pak!
Neung Hwa-yang released her legs' grip and kicked Mok Kyung-un's head.
His body was pushed back.
She, fallen to the floor, let out a rough sound and checked the back of her knee.
Part of it was torn off.
-Wobble!
Her left knee wouldn't straighten fully—muscle torn.
"You dog bas......"
-Chew chew!
Suddenly, she was speechless.
She saw Mok Kyung-un chewing the hamstring muscle he'd bitten off her.
With blood on his lips, he chewed, then swallowed it down his throat.
-Gulp!
Licking the blood from his lips with his tongue, Mok Kyung-un said,
-Lick!
"Hmm. The blood tastes fine, but a bit chewy."
'Th......this mad......'
Neung Hwa-yang lost her words for a moment.
Even in Jeong Unit, she was counted among the maddest bitches, and she'd acknowledged it due to her foul hobby born of painlessness.
But this surpassed that.
This wasn't madness—it was a malevolent ghost or murderous intent incarnate.
Overwhelmed by extreme terror, she unwittingly staggered back.
Then,
"Aaah. No can do. Bind."
No sooner had the words left than,
-Rustle!
Something coiled around her entire body, restraining her movement.
"Wh-what is this....."
Panicking, she surged energy to shake it off.
But Mok Kyung-un shushed and mimed zipping his lips.
Then,
"Mmph!"
She couldn't open her mouth.
Unable to scream or anything, her face paled white.
Approaching her, Mok Kyung-un said,
"You said you don't feel pain? Perfect. I love that too. I was wondering what reaction you'd have watching your shell peel off piece by piece."
With that, the corners of Mok Kyung-un's mouth stretched to his ears.
Ecstatic, like he might die of joy.
'This guy..... serious..... he's serious.'
-Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!
Her heart pounded wildly, ignoring her.
"Hahk hahk hahk......"
Panting roughly, she soon foamed at the mouth, eyes rolling back.
"Huh?"
Mok Kyung-un wore a disappointed expression.
[Chapter 22: Dark Tread (2)] End