Chapter 38
Chapter 38
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 38
Chapter Title: Borrowing Precious Semen
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"For... training..., I humbly... borrow this precious... baby juice. As a fri·end·ship! Please... think of it gratefully..." (Illustration)
"W-what did you say?"
"Sorry, but Master's out right now. He said he had some business to attend to."
"He's... not here right now? Don't... don't lie to me."
In an instant, Nari's eyes turned icy cold.
"Hey, why the hell would I lie to you? You think I'd be jealous of a thieving stray cat bitch like you?"
"Jealous...?"
Aurora reacted as if she had no idea what she was talking about. A woman who'd spent her whole life training had no clue about the subtle mind games born from tangled romantic feelings—no matter how twisted they might be.
No, at this point, Aurora was so confused about her own feelings that she couldn't even grasp those subtle emotions.
"What are you talking about, Shin Nari? I'm just here as a f-friend... Heh heh..."
The moment the word "friend" left her lips, laughter bubbled up uncontrollably, and she let out a weird giggle without even covering her mouth.
Whoosh!
Nari took it as mockery or a declaration of war, flames sparking in her eyes.
"You thieving cat bitch... You here to pick a fight?"
"Ah, ahem, my apologies. You've been going on about cats since earlier... I have no idea what that's about, but I'm here as a friend to help him... feel refreshed. O-of course! I'll... help him out too."
"Ha! What bullshit."
Even harsher curses spilled from Nari's mouth.
"Listen, Aurora. You're just Master's backup onahole. Got it? Know your place. I'm not lying, so get lost!"
"...Fine, I believe you. But that's separate from how rude you've been getting. So, what are you to that guy, Shin Nari? The kind who just takes a slap to the face."
"You fucking bitch."
In the end, raw profanity flew out.
The temperature plummeted. In the rapidly chilling atmosphere, Nari suddenly burst into laughter.
"Pfft... Yeah, I got slapped. So what? Does Master slap your face too?"
"W-what? What kind of logic is that? Why would I let that guy slap me?"
It was absurd, like she was claiming getting slapped was superior. But Nari meant every word.
Aurora was stunned speechless by the ridiculous claim, but Nari's mouth kept going, exploding after holding back.
"Yeah. Master slaps my cheeks. You know why? It's only when I forget I'm his possession and act all high and mighty—he disciplines me out of love.
Master doesn't just hit me. He cherishes every inch of my body. Do you have any idea how firm his hands feel when he chokes my throat? Or how tenderly he strokes me while developing my pussy?"
"Ugh..."
Aurora flinched at the explicit words she had no immunity to.
"You think Master would do that to a bitch like you? Huh? Pfft. The most you've done with Master is just take his cum, right?"
"Nngh! Th-that's not true! I... I used my m-mouth... on Shin Yu-hyeon's... thing!!"
Nari's face twisted at the blurted confession. It had happened in the clubroom while she was upstairs, so hearing it for the first time made tears well up in her eyes.
"Grr... You fucking... cum dump...!"
Her lips trembled with rage.
Then, suddenly, she beamed.
"Phew... Ehehe, I got too worked up. Sorry. You know what? It's fine. Cleaning Master's cock is something I can leave to a 'friend.' But hey, Lorra, do you know this?"
"What...?"
"Master... kissed me too."
"What!?"
Aurora's eyes bulged. Seeing it, Nari quietly flashed a victorious smile.
"Yeah. That whole day, my head was floating like I'd taken some drug. It was rough. Well~ You wouldn't know the feeling since you can't have it."
Squeeze...
A vague sense of defeat gripped her, and Aurora clenched her fists, staring at the ground in silence.
"So, why don't you head home, friend? If you wanna sniff Master's cock smell, don't cause a scene anymore. Master really hates interruptions during his personal business. If you keep it up, I'll have to call and report that Aurora's making a fuss."
"Ngh... F-fine. I'll go..."
Aurora glanced back at Shin Yu-hyeon's house with eyes full of regret before finally turning away.
"Oh, wait. Hold on a sec."
About five minutes passed with noisy rummaging sounds from inside the house, like she was frantically searching for something.
"If you're really desperate, wanna take this at least?"
"Huh?"
Droop... droop...
In Nari's hand was a heavy tissue, half-dried but still thick with viscous fluid.
Sniff sniff.
"H-huh?!"
The moment she saw the tissue, Aurora's keen sense of smell instantly recognized what it held.
"Want it?"
Gulp!
Forgetting her pride, a reflexive plea escaped her lips. The time and noise it took to find a single tissue seemed suspicious, but that scent was unmistakably his cum. Like a smoker catching a whiff during withdrawal, Aurora squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.
"Y-yes! I want it!"
"But there's a condition."
"What is it?"
"It's something precious from Master's body, so text him a full report: explain the situation, how many times you masturbated with it, how many orgasms, all the details."
"What!? That's insane! You think I'd do that?"
"Oh? Then I'll just toss it."
Her hand moved toward the trash can.
"N-no... Nngh..."
Aurora's lust-driven brain started hallucinating voices.
Just say yes.
That'll smell even better after some time passes, right?
Don't hold back.
Don't hold back. It'll feel so good.
Aurora couldn't beat her inner voice.
"W-wait! F-fine! I'll report every detail!"
"Pfft. Knew you'd cave eventually. Good choice. Here."
Plop—the cum tissue landed on her trembling hand. Her nose twitched instinctively, and her pussy clenched.
"S-suddenly I remembered something urgent! See ya!"
Aurora bolted away almost at a run.
And Nari, who'd been glaring daggers at her retreating figure, soon relaxed her expression.
"Ehehe... Steep yourself in Master's precious cum, you cat bitch. Master'll praise me for this, right? I'll help with everything Master wants. Is this what they call... inner assistance? Hehehn."
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"No next of kin, huh."
"Yes, that's right..."
The entrance management official, with his weary bureaucratic face, clicked his tongue with a 'tch' and muttered something like, 'Damn, another one coming to die first thing in the morning.'
Contaminated Areas were hotspots where countless non-Awakeners flocked, hoping for a big score—a modern gold rush.
Especially in service-heavy economies like Korea's, infrastructure had crumbled completely, leaving the bottom rung of society with nowhere else to turn.
Day labor, construction gigs, logistics centers—all required contracts and supply chains that no longer existed.
This was all that remained.
Even if they were low-productivity masses, fewer people going in and fewer coming out meant shrinking population,
which was like pissing in the wind for a city-state. With records so spotty they barely managed personnel files, it was even worse.
Still, without the hyper-efficient byproducts from monsters—practically nuclear fuel—the government couldn't sustain Seoul's 3 million souls for even a day. So they gritted their teeth and let it all slide.
That's why folks like me, with no family ties, could slip in anywhere without a trace.
Hunting Jin Kyung-pil started with exploiting this broken system.
Lie in wait in the Contaminated Area. When Hunting Raven's dispatch team with him shows up, lure a swarm of monsters, dump the aggro on them, kidnap Jin Kyung-pil, and bail.
Simple, but effective.
They won't know who I am. I'm not just a dropout from society—I'm discarded trash.
The "management" was so lax—just fistfuls of handwritten logs.
"Eh, you don't look healthy anyway. Be careful, tch—though it won't make a difference."
The official spat one more line as he watched me enter the Contaminated Area.
"Heh heh..."
It was about my hunched back and slouched posture.
There was a 2010s American study on how posture changes perception of the same person.
Surprisingly, experimenters altered only gait, expression, and neutral stance—no disguises—and subjects mistook them for elderly folks, young men, even grandmas despite gender swaps.
That jaded official didn't seem sharp enough to overcome such human blind spots, so phase one—pre-positioning in the Area—was on track.
"Hoo..."
Crimson-black sky. Violet earth.
Toxic air.
Unidentifiable flesh-ripping sounds from somewhere, half-mad scavengers indifferent to each other's fates, Awakeners treating them like vermin—a total cauldron.
I'd come back.
"Ssss..."
Still disgustingly foul air.
Yet it oddly felt like returning home.
That was when it hit.
A random message popped up.
Why does this 21-year-old girl text like this? Old keypad default settings or something?
Does this bitch seriously have no messenger friends?
Then another message flew in.
Obviously lust, but this was way over the top.
She looked addicted to something.
"What the fuck is with this crazy bitch?"
What's her deal?
No way just sniffing my cum would make her like this...?