Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Predator and Prey (6)
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A silence like time itself had frozen.
In that moment, Cynthia recalled an old memory.
It had lingered in her mind for so long that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the first memory of her twenty years of life.
"Oh, you're Sia, huh?"
A woman spoke to Cynthia, who was around five years old.
"How did you get to be so pretty?"
The woman was undeniably beautiful—someone anyone would call pretty, but Cynthia felt like she should call her "big sister" instead of "auntie." She gently stroked Cynthia's hair.
"Ah, this is my son. Want to say hi?"
Through her, Cynthia met a boy for the first time.
"Not Kang Dog, Kang Woojin. He's a bit shy. I hope you two get along well, Sia."
And then the woman said it.
She asked Cynthia to take good care of her son.
Though it was just the usual thing adults say to kids, the young Cynthia took it as a solemn mission.
Praise and expectations.
They were the greatest motivators and rewards for a child.
But a few years later...
"Mm. Auntie isn't hurting, Sia. Don't worry. But just in case... can you make a promise with Auntie?"
The mother of Kang Woojin, who had always cheered on the young Cynthia, spent her days battling illness and ultimately succumbed to it.
"Even if Auntie isn't around someday, can you take good care of Woojin for me?"
Those were her final words to Cynthia, amplifying that sense of mission many times over.
That must have been when it started.
Cynthia began treating Kang Woojin like family.
Through middle school and high school.
And even now, attending Stella Academy.
The words left by Woojin's birth mother bound Cynthia like some kind of curse.
Even years after her death, Cynthia took good care of him.
Under the guise of childhood friends.
Of course, as time passed, her feelings for Kang Woojin grew even more special.
Cynthia saw him like a little brother, someone she always had to look after.
After enrolling in Stella Academy, she learned he was being bullied.
His natural build had kept it from being too bad in middle and high school.
But at the academy, the bullying was quite severe.
It broke her heart every time she saw him.
She tried hard to help him.
She reported it to teachers multiple times and even went to the police herself.
But it was all useless.
Nothing changed in reality.
Everyone around her just said they'd look into it, acting irresponsibly.
Whether they gave warnings or not, the bullying eased off a bit at times.
But in the end, Cynthia only learned the bitter taste of power and the filth of the world.
Throughout that first semester, she healed his wounds countless times.
Even if her abilities weren't enough to root out the bullying entirely, she didn't just stand by and watch like the other adults.
Her awakening to healing powers felt like fate itself.
With her personality, she could have chosen to live as a regular person without using her abilities.
But she didn't completely rule out the hunter path, deciding to train in the academy's hunter class starting next semester.
All for Kang Woojin.
He occupied a huge part of her life.
Once he started feeling less like a little brother and more like a man, that weight grew even heavier.
Her connection to Choi Si-hyeok couldn't be discussed without mentioning Woojin either.
She still didn't know about his abilities and saw him as the weak one.
Even setting aside her romantic feelings, he was still someone she had to protect.
And right on cue, Choi Si-hyeok reached out, suggesting they get close.
If she befriended him, maybe Woojin could escape the bullying—Cynthia hoped so.
Choi Si-hyeok had backed off whenever she stepped in to defend Woojin.
Compared to the other delinquents, he seemed somewhat reasonable.
If he was the ringleader at the center of the group, maybe compromising with him could solve everything.
In the end, it hurt Woojin's feelings.
But Cynthia didn't make lengthy excuses about her intentions; then or now, she was willing to do anything for him.
'And yet...'
Pushing aside the past that flashed by like a montage, Cynthia let out a hollow laugh.
"Ah, haha..."
With an expression like the world was crumbling, she asked back.
"What did you just say?"
Yoo Harin smirked, emphasizing the fact.
"I said your childhood friend is a beast."
It was a smile of anticipated victory.
"Woo-chin, he was seriously good, you know?"
Cynthia stared at her in genuine shock.
Resentment toward Woojin?
None at all.
No, it would be a lie to say she wasn't even a little upset with his disloyalty, but right now, she just hated Yoo Harin.
'Woojin is mine...'
She really hated her...
'I liked him first.'
She hated her...
'I did it first...!'
She felt like she could go mad hating this vulgar bitch in front of her.
Grind!
Her teeth ground together involuntarily.
Her fists clenched tight, her entire body trembling as tension coiled through her.
"Rea...lly...?"
But Cynthia forced a smile.
Tears threatened to spill any second, and rage boiled her brain, but she barely clung to her reason.
I can't cry here!
Crying means I lose!
I can't let Woojin get taken like this!
Feigning nonchalance, she continued.
"Yeah, Woojin is pretty good, huh...?"
For the first time in her life, she wanted to kill someone, but she played it cool and stubbornly countered Yoo Harin.
"So, how many times did you do it?"
At her unexpected resilience, Yoo Harin's eyebrow twitched.
'Ha, look at this bitch?'
She thought she'd won completely, but Woojin's childhood friend was tougher than expected and getting on her nerves.
"Dunno, can't remember exactly? We did it too many times."
"...Guess your head really is empty?"
"Hmph, at least three times for sure?"
"Three times?"
"The times I came? Easily ten. Oh, talking about it, my womb's still tingling."
Yoo Harin casually rubbed her lower belly.
"Our pure little Sia wouldn't know that feeling, too busy pretending to be a virgin."
Cynthia's face lit up with a genuine smile at her provocative words and actions—different from before.
"Only three times?"
"Huh?"
"I went all night."
For a split second, Yoo Harin's face twisted.
"What? Harin-ah, why are your eyes so wide? You didn't think I still hadn't done it with Woojin?"
"...Ah, yeah. With all the sucking and biting, no way you haven't."
"Right. We bathed together, slept together so many times~."
Pulling in childhood memories, Cynthia added a bit of exaggeration(?) to push back.
"This part of me? It's already molded perfectly to Woojin's shape. Can't even imagine another guy. Unlike you, sleeping around."
Yoo Harin bristled at Cynthia mirroring her gesture, stroking her own lower belly.
"Hey! Fuck! Woo-chin was my first too!"
"Oh, really? Your first? That explains it. How bad were you that Woojin could only go three times?"
"Th-three times is a lot!"
"I did it five more times than that all night? I came way more than ten?"
"Hmph! Quick-cum pussy bragging about what...!"
"W-what?!"
No holds barred between Yoo Harin and Cynthia.
"Now that I think about it, you are a quick-cum pussy, right? Am I wrong?"
"...That goes for you too? You came twice as much as Woojin? If we're splitting hairs, you're a quick-cum pussy too!"
The two waged an unrelenting verbal war, trading vulgar barbs amid the sparks.
Smooth—.
It wasn't just words.
Their hands and feet on Woojin's thighs grew bolder by the second.
His sides and front.
From both sides, their probing limbs delved deeper, meeting at his crotch.
"Cynthia, what the hell are you doing?"
"What about you, Harin?"
Snarling endlessly, the two even competed in this bizarre way.
Slide slide slide—.
Their hands and feet stroked up and down Woojin's rock-hard cock.
"Stop it? Don't touch him with your filthy feet."
"Woojin loves my pretty feet."
Their movements over his pants turned blatantly explicit in an instant.
"Hey, Woo-chin. You like it like this, right?"
"Mine feels better, doesn't it, Woojina~?"
Yoo Harin's palm rubbed the exposed glans, while Cynthia's sole softly stroked the shaft.
"Answer, Woo-chin. Whose is better?"
"Duh, mine, right Woojina?"
Surprisingly in sync, the two looked at Woojin and asked while fondling him.
Squelch! Smack! Squish—!
Coated in sticky precum, his cock kept getting worked over.
"Ha, give up already?"
"Give up what?"
"You back off, Cynthia! Like you said, I only did it three times yesterday!"
"No way! Woojin is mine! Body and heart! Obviously this dick too...!"
"Hey! I'm stepping back here! It's not like it'll wear out—let's share!"
"No...!"
In truth, Yoo Harin still had a shred of conscience.
She'd wedged herself between two childhood friends, so she never planned to monopolize him from the start.
No, she desperately wanted to, but she couldn't demand he only look at her right away.
She couldn't.
Sleeping with him had been her own choice entirely.
She couldn't just demand he take responsibility out of nowhere.
In short, his body and heart could be won over gradually, and claiming the spot beside him was premature.
"You really wanna go all the way?"
That was why she proposed a compromise(?).
"What, scared Woo-chin might fall for me?"
"Shut up, Woojin doesn't like delinquents like you."
"He sure fucked you a lot for someone he doesn't like."
"Ha. Fine, he might like your body. Just the 'body'."
Even another woman had to admit Yoo Harin's looks were flawless.
But that was just for satisfying Woojin's lust, nothing more.
Different from her, who put her heart into it—Cynthia declared flatly.
"Doesn't change that our compatibility is better on my side."
Not just as childhood friends but also in number of romps, Cynthia flashed a triumphant smile.
Right then.
"Listening to you two, I hear all kinds of bullshit."
Woojin, who'd been watching their fight, let out a scoff.
"Who are you to give me away like an object? Am I yours?"
With a furious glare, he laid down the law.
"Hands and feet off. Now."
A chill radiated from his firm voice, making the two bitches flinch.
* * *
Honestly, I couldn't help but laugh.
Cynthia and Yoo Harin, not only not blaming me for messing with my dick so casually, but fighting over it themselves.
I couldn't hold back laughter at the perfect bitch posture of these two prime females.
Proof they'd been well-trained.
"What the hell are you two doing from the morning?"
But they still had a ways to go.
"Deal with the rest. Eat it or throw it out, I don't care."
Pretending to be pissed, I shot them a cold look and left the spot.
I needed time to think.
"Ah."
And a good idea hit me right away.
There was that saying: leave treatment to doctors, medicine to pharmacists.
Rattle.
True to that, I stepped out to the balcony and called an expert for help.
She'd cheated with multiple guys yet never gotten hit with a single civil suit—she was a true genius of romance.
[Hello. Dr. Park A-young—no, Teacher.]
[Ah, Woojin. How was your weekend? What's up suddenly?]
[Weekend was good. Got a minute?]
[Yeah, sure.]
I explained the situation and asked for advice.
[Out of the blue, but I want to consult with you, A-young.]
I could keep using the same old NTR tactics on other guys.
But there was always one risk: the heroine and surrounding women could end up completely broken.
Meaning I had to handle them carefully, not just roughly.
I didn't want a broken clock that only worked twice a day.
Forget resentment from the heroines; I didn't want to turn them into ruined toys.
Fresh and lively was better.
'Easier to fuck that way too.'
So far I'd managed somehow, but this three-way meetup happened faster than expected.
To properly train not just Cynthia and Yoo Harin's bodies but their minds too, I listened closely to Park A-young's voice.
It might not be huge help, but worth referencing.
[Simple.]
[Pardon?]
[Just fuck them over, Woojin. With your skills, anyone would melt.]
[...I considered that, but their bad relationship is the issue.]
[Hard to set the mood, right?]
[Yes, exactly.]
Park A-young chuckled softly over the phone, sharing her foolproof romance secret.
[In that case...]
The key was hierarchy.
[Bottom line: make it crystal clear who's desperate.]
Who dominates, who submits.
[Who's on top and who's on bottom. Nail that down, and you'll never get sued. Evidence to escape will overflow.]
In essence, establish the pecking order and make the absolute predator unmistakable.
[Got it. I understand.]
[Quick on the uptake. You already knew?]
[Kinda figured.]
[Oh? Then why call me?]
[Needed confirmation.]
After verifying, I glanced toward the kitchen, phone still in hand.
No harm in being cautious.
Theory and practice always differ, and games and reality have a huge gap.
[Oh, and I missed hearing your voice after so long.]
Park A-young purred coquettishly at my add-on.
[Really? Good timing—I missed you too.]
Like our first time, she'd been a perfect test subject, adding bluntly.
[Once I did it with you, other guys just don't cut it anymore.]
[Guess we need to schedule another checkup.]
[Sounds good. I'll inspect even more thoroughly next time.]
Ending the call, I walked back to the two women.
"Um, Woo-chin..."
"Hey, Woojina..."
Whatever they'd talked about while I was gone, they called out to me dejectedly.
I looked down at them, keeping a stone-cold expression.
"You... that mad...?"
"We went too far, huh...?"
They fidgeted, desperately trying to cheer me up.
Sneer.
In control of the situation, I smirked inwardly and said,
"Strip. Both of you."
No, I commanded. Like handling slaves.