Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Commercial District
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Commercial District
After washing every inch of my body clean, the woman was eerily quiet.
What the hell? Is she dead or something?
"Hey."
I called out, and she jumped in surprise.
Phew. Good, she's alive. Shit, I got scared for a second thinking she kicked the bucket!
"Feeling stuffy, huh? I'll peel off that tape from your mouth, so don't make a fuss. No chit-chat. Just answer what I ask. Got it?"
She nodded, so I ripped the tape off her mouth.
"Phew."
Always the same reaction.
Whenever I pull off the tape, they let out a big sigh.
Guess it really blocks the air that much.
"Let's see... Name?"
"Choi Seung-hee..."
"Seung-hee... Age?"
"Twenty..."
"Right. Twenty-year-old Miss Choi Seung-hee. How'd you end up almost getting nabbed by those gangsters? Not sure if they're actual yakuza types, but those thug bastards anyway."
"Huh!?"
"Hm? What? Got a question?"
I was in a pretty good mood, so I asked her generously enough.
"Yeah... Is it okay?"
Plus, this girl had some manners. Obedient, too. Maybe that's what I liked about her.
"Shoot."
"Um... You're not with those gangster bastards, right?"
Miss, huh? Why's she so polite?
"Of course not."
"Then what happened to those fucking assholes!? Are they dead?"
"The three from earlier?"
"Yes! Those three mutts!"
Why's she got such a grudge against gangsters?
I could see it if she thought they'd almost caught her, but it felt like more than that. And calling them mutts... She's got fire.
"I killed 'em."
"For real!? Ohhh. Thank you. Those shitheads! Did you make it hurt?"
Her reaction was so intense it threw me off. This girl's... interesting.
"One died painfully. Real gruesome. The other two went easy, unfortunately."
"Fucking bastards... I should've done it."
"Hey, Seung-hee? You're getting worked up. Calm down a bit?"
"Those fuckers killed my dad!"
Hm... I didn't even ask, and she's spilling this to me. Why?
"And they've got a whole crew! Seventeen total! Three down, so fourteen left! Their base is the big mart! The boss there is some guy named Jeong Yeong-cheol, and he's got three lieutenants..."
"Whoa, hold up. What did I say earlier? Answer only what I ask. No extra talk."
"Yes..."
"Good. Since you're listening well, Seung-hee, let's keep it nice. What you were about to say is interesting, but it's not the time yet."
"Okay."
What is it with this girl? First time seeing one like her—kinda throws me.
"Skills?"
"Pardon?"
"Your skills."
"Me? Mine's Heal! Heal."
"Heal?"
"Yeah. Heal, like when you heal! Wound treatment!"
Holy shit... Heal? There's a skill like that? Wait, of course there is. With all these skills, healers make sense. But "Heal"? First I've heard of it.
Come to think of it, yeah. So many skills, Heal's gotta exist.
Why didn't I think of it? I've only ever thought about killing.
Makes sense... In this world, injuries mean instant death, so no time to think about healing.
Yeah. I've never been hurt, so it never crossed my mind.
"Show me."
"You hurt? But... I need to see the wound."
Hm... Tricky.
Usually, skills need sight and words to activate.
Even if she says it's Heal, if it's something else and I open my eyes and mouth... I could get fucked.
What to do...
Can't risk it. Gotta wait twenty minutes.
Better than dying exposed.
Luckily, this bunker has a room with a windowed door, just like Min-ji's.
"Seung-hee."
"Yes..."
"I'm gonna verify your skill."
"Okay. Got it."
"Heal's range?"
"What... range?"
"What can it treat? Scrapes, cuts, that stuff?"
"Yes! Exactly. Bruises, slashes, scrapes, even broken bones. I've healed cracked skulls too!"
What? Pretty impressive.
"Diseases?"
"Diseases... No. Can't do colds or anything."
Figures. Games usually handle that with debuff removal or Cure spells... Shit, is this really a game?
"Can you Heal yourself?"
"Wounds on my body?"
"Yeah."
"Yes..."
"Listen up. I'm gonna cut you. Then you'll fall asleep. When you wake, the tape on your eyes will be gone. Heal your wound then. I'll trust you after."
"Cut my body... Okay. Just not too painful."
She's weirdly compliant. Almost suspicious how well she listens.
"What if you get tetanus? Can that Heal?"
"Um... Not sure... But tetanus is an infection, right? Probably not."
"Got it. Wait."
Ha... Never thought I'd have someone worrying about tetanus for me.
This is a new experience.
I grabbed a utility knife with a fresh blade. No way I'm scratching her with the machete—could get tetanus.
That thing's killed dozens; feels gross anyway.
"Hold still, even if it hurts."
I rolled up her pants, exposing her ankle.
Actually cutting her with the knife felt weird.
Ridiculous. I stab people to death with a machete no problem, but hesitate to nick her?
What a psycho.
Self-mocking, I sliced the spot by her ankle bone.
"Ugh."
Blood welled up thick. Even I winced watching.
This is absurd. Laughable.
I put her to sleep.
Then peeled the tape from her eyes.
Her revealed face. Not stunning, but cute-pretty.
What do you call it? Not love-at-first-sight gorgeous, but the more you look, the prettier she seems?
Am I just starved?
Watching her sleep feels kinda lewd.
The confidence I can do whatever. Superiority?
Her hoodie showed her chest's curve.
I lifted it, exposing her tits. What’s this called? Tank top? No, sports bra?
First time seeing one. Never caught a girl in this before.
Lifted the bra, and her bare breasts bounced out.
Whoa? Bigger than expected. Was the sports bra holding them down? To keep 'em from jiggling?
Seeing tits after so long, my dick sprang up.
Oh right, I'm still naked post-bath. Total perv, stripping a naked chick.
While I'm at it, better get dressed. Getting chilly.
Put on tee, underwear, pants, then eyed her chest again.
Perfectly sized tits, cute nipples. Pretty pink.
Hand went on its own. Soft, squishy nipple. Warm, tender breast.
Heal skill? Fuck, this is healing. Tits are peak for a guy.
Groping with both hands, she twitched.
Wonder if she'll have a sexy dream from this while asleep?
Groped till five minutes left; dick was throbbing like crazy.
Shoulda just fucked her.
Nah. Already waiting—confirm the Heal first.
If it's real, I can untie her fully and do it awake.
Reluctantly fixed her clothes.
Sucks, but she's caught fish. Can eat anytime.
No reason not to wait a bit more.
Carried her to the windowed-door room.
Her skin scent. Drives a man insane.
Hold it. Just a little longer.
Buddy? You can hold, right?
No. Can't.
Shut up. Hold if I say hold, you dickhead.
I'm losing it. Calling my dick a dickhead. Nuts?
Stood outside the door, watching her through the window.
Time up, she woke. I held up a mirror to peek through the window.
"Heal!"
She shouted, light flashed.
Light means skill worked. Lowered mirror, peered in.
Cleanly healed ankle.
I opened the door and entered.
"Huh?"
"What."
"Nothing. Just younger than I thought."
"Problem?"
"No way. Better than some pot-bellied old perv geezer."
Wanna ask who that geezer is, but it'd drag on. Let it slide.
"Got more questions, but I can't hold back anymore. We'll talk later. First, gonna rape you. You're doomed anyway, so no pointless resisting. Got it?"
My vibe's bold psycho. Bit harsh?
"Hey."
"Ah. Don't talk. I'm in a rush. Delay more, I might snap."
"I can do whatever you want."
"What?"
"I'll do it. Happily. No resisting."
"You're a perv?"
"Think so?"
"See? Talk drags. Shut your mouth for now. We'll chat after."
"Help me kill those bastards, and I'll do whatever!"
"Just shut up. Before I tape you."
She clammed up at that.
Whew. Fuck. So damn chatty.