Chapter 93
Chapter 93
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 93
Chapter Title: Sorcery Unseen
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"……."
Hwan-in, who had been staring quietly at the note, folded it up again and slipped it into his pocket.
Any ordinary person would be furious—whether exploding in anger or holding it in—upon hearing that one of their possessions had been targeted for theft.
The more important the possession, the greater the rage.
But Hwan-in wasn't angry. He was puzzled.
Anger? No need for that. It wasn't like he hadn't known; now that he did, he could prepare, catch the thief, and lop off their head or split their skull. Done.
'Who would target my emergency rations?'
For starters, Wenna was unlikely to be lying.
Hwan-in knew full well that the maids at Olts Hotel would gladly pay their own bath fees just to spend more time with him.
She'd passed him this note expecting some reward in return. Otherwise...
"……."
After pausing to mull it over from several angles, Hwan-in turned and headed back to the hotel.
If Wenna had written down the key details in her note, chances were high she knew other info too.
Conveniently, he'd spent yesterday morning bedding every last woman on the hotel's bath service roster—twice over, even.
The guards at the hotel entrance greeted him with nods as he entered, and the staff at the front desk bowed silently without a word.
This atmosphere was one reason Hwan-in liked Olts Hotel so much.
The staff never chattered idly with guests, yet they never came off as dismissive. They gave their all to make sure of it.
To the uniformed servant standing by the stairs to the upper floors, he said,
"Bath service for room 306, please."
=Right away, sir. Would you like to specify an attendant maid?=
On Earth, no one would dare utter such a request in a public space. But in this world, a man accepting a woman's service was no mark against him.
Refusing it, on the other hand, drew suspicious stares. That guy's got a healthy exterior, but is something rotten inside?
"Any new girls on staff?"
Playing dumb despite knowing the answer, Hwan-in watched the servant respond politely.
=Regrettably, the maid you had yesterday morning was the last one, sir.=
"Then the first one again."
=Ms. Wenna? I'll have her prepared and sent up right away.=
"Take it slow today. Plenty of time."
=Understood, sir.=
Back in his room, Hwan-in found the emergency rations rolling lazily on the bed. It lifted its head with a curious Kuu?—wondering why he was back so soon.
Hwan-in shrugged off his hooded cloak and tossed it at the creature with a smirk. The cloak fluttered open, draping over it completely.
Kuet~.Kuku! Kuu~
The cloak twitched and bulged for a while before going still. Looked like it had fallen asleep.
Hwan-in undid the top button of his shirt and gazed out the window, waiting. Soon, a knock echoed: rap rap.
"It's open."
The door clicked open. Wenna entered first, pushing a cart with a soft smile, followed by two young maids—about fourteen—who each hauled a tub nearly as big as themselves.
=Thank you for requesting me again. I'm Wenna.=
Greeting him casually as if oblivious to everything, Wenna directed the apprentices with practiced ease. In under two minutes, the bath was ready.
The two young maids bowed before leaving, but Hwan-in beckoned them over and tipped each a donghwa coin.
It was equivalent to 10,000 won back home—but in this world, for food alone, it was closer to 100,000 won. A small fortune.
The young maids' faces lit up.
=Thank you, sir!=
=Th-thank you so much......=
Once the young maids left and the door shut, Wenna—now minus her cap—placed a hand on her stomach and bowed deeply by the bathroom door.
Her fox ears, marked by those distinctive black tips atop her head, twitched eagerly in anticipation.
=Sir Hwan-in, your bath is ready. Shall we head in now?=
"Yes."
With Wenna's help undressing, Hwan-in sank into the steaming tub. The fatigue he'd held onto like a bloodstone pebble popped and fizzled away.
Just like last time, Wenna offered her breasts as a pillow, massaging his neck and scalp while whispering,
=Your muscles are just so impressive, sir. Nothing like the gross slabs on other men.=
"Different races from Luk tribesmen and me."
=Even accounting for that, our men are way too brutish. They think big size and brute strength solve everything—muscleheads, all of them.=
Hwan-in, eyes closed and enjoying the massage, opened them at Wenna's coquettish complaint. He looked up at her face.
The exact opposite of Ielcata's pure, sharp-featured innocence: seductive allure oozed from her long lashes, a full-blown vixen vibe.
Their eyes met, and Wenna beamed—a dimple forming, accentuating her beauty mark.
"Someone's after my pet, you say."
=Yes. I happened to eavesdrop from hiding in the alley behind the hotel. They mentioned your room number and the green Kue.=
Her flirtatious expression turned deadly serious in an instant. Wenna explained objectively: how she'd witnessed it, the circumstances, and every detail she could recall about the conversing pair.
"Hm......"
=The back view was Willrex, the servant in charge of cleaning the fourth-floor rooms. He must've overheard talk of your pet in the servants' lounge and sold the info.=
"And the one talking to that cleaning servant was a Bloodhide Clan member from the central alleys."
=Yes. I got a good look at his face by chance. They never spotted me behind the curtains until they left, so they shouldn't know I overheard.=
Wenna's account rang true—coherent, consistent.
Just one more thing to verify, and he could trust her.
After the bath, Hwan-in moved the soundly sleeping emergency rations to its basket bed, then tormented Wenna for a full six hours.
The first two hours pushed her to at least ten climaxes—so intensely it woke the rations before she passed out.
After ten minutes' rest, he roused her for another hour of torment.
Once she blacked out again, he forced her awake with an orgasm, then ravaged her stamina away in every position imaginable for yet another hour.
Ten minutes later, he woke her once more for a solid forty minutes of unyielding intensity.
The final forty minutes left her brain pickled in exhaustion and ecstasy, barely able to think straight amid nonstop orgasms.
Hwan-in rolled the limp Wenna onto her side, hoisted one leg, and thrust roughly—whispering into her fox ear,
"Worried the Bloodhide Clan might find out and come after you for this."
=Hngh, it's f-fiiiine...... fiiiine, ahhhh....=
"Why's it fine? They might've seen you and pretended not to."
=I-it was just me, all alone...... AHHHHH!=
"Why go out of your way like this for me? This could only bring you trouble if word gets out."
=Nghh, urgh. Hwan-in... Sir Hwan-in...... Hnng. W-wanted to...... cliiiing to you...... Eeeehng...!!=
"Cling to me? Enough to risk danger? Why?"
=Wanna be pretty, wanna be a high-class courtesan, wanna be rich and have a boyfriend AHHHHH! KYAAAAAHHH......!!=
Hitting her twenty-first climax, Wenna machine-gunned her words before howling like a beast, arching her back like a bow, and shuddering violently.
Gulping and heaving, eyes rolled back beyond her lids with tears and snot streaming, she finally went fully limp—dead to the world, unresponsive to any stimulus.
"Mm."
Having utterly knocked her out, Hwan-in cleaned up her wrecked face, tucked her under the covers, and headed to the bathroom.
Whoosh!
Hwan-in doused himself head to toe in lukewarm water, slicking his hair back as he mentally sorted the intel he'd wrung from Wenna.
Bottom line: she hadn't conspired with those Bloodhide Clan thugs to trap him.
Her cute scheme was to feed him info on their interest in the rations, earning her extra "nights" with him over the others.
This conclusion stemmed from his three-week pilgrimage to high-end brothels.
Rumors spread that the girls at those three spots had suddenly become strikingly beautiful—and that a certain "man" was the cause.
=Fed something good down there, so of course they'd get younger~! Kyahaha!=
=Heavens, whatever did they eat to make rumors fly like that? I wanna try some too. Hehe.=
Most women who heard dismissed it as jokes about "eating well" improving their glow.
The courtesans themselves kept mum, wanting to hoard the "miracle" and grow even prettier.
But one group believed it hook, line, and sinker: the Olts Hotel bath attendants.
Word was already rampant among them that bedding the guest in 306 made you prettier.
Plus, everyone on staff knew he hit the high-end houses every night.
High-end mystery man = 306 guest.
Armed with that equation and her alley sighting, Wenna hatched her plan.
Tell 306 about what she'd seen, then sweetly beg for repeat bookings.
She'd cover the bath fees herself. Get prettier than now, and she'd hit top courtesan looks—raking in way more than hotel maid pay.
Maid gigs netted maybe two silver coins and 77 donghwa a month, tips and service included.
That barely covered one low-end courtesan's fee at a high house.
Once in, the money was great—but she could weaponize her allure and sex appeal to snag a spot as some central district rich boy's girlfriend.
In short: Wenna's ambition to become a wealthy man's lover drove her to tip him off.
"Heh heh heh."
Learning the truth behind the rumors swirling around him, Hwan-in couldn't help a bemused chuckle.
No wonder the courtesans in those glamorous, salon-like brothels always stared so intensely whenever he walked into the parlor.
It wasn't rumor—it was fact, but still.
After washing up, he sat by the window, listening to passersby outside and practicing his conversational skills. Wenna stirred with a groan, ungh, and sat up.
=......Ah! S-sorry! I'm so sorry! Oh no......=
Recalling she'd passed out mid-act—and for a long time, too—Wenna paled, scrambling off the bed.
Thud.
=Kyaa!=
Her legs buckled, dumping her onto the floor.
=Auuugh.
Her lower body trembled like her back was broken.
Every inch ached like it'd been beaten; her nethers burned like fire.
As she froze in helpless agony, Hwan-in scooped her up princess-style and carried her to the bathroom.
"Water's cold now, but washing up should help."
=......I'm so sorry. I couldn't even serve you properly......=
"No, you're fine."
Sensing her "good impression" plan had tanked, Wenna deflated.
'Even served her up on a platter, and the idiot couldn't eat? Ugh! What a waste!'
Frustrated, she stomped her feet in the tub—but hurried to wash before souring his mood further and tidy the room. Eek! A sharp cry escaped her.
The moment her hand strayed below, needle-like pain stabbed through.
Glancing down, she gasped at her swollen, blood-engorged sex—like an overripe mussel.
'Whoa, look at that thing. Bloated like a burst clam.'
Come to think of it, she'd climaxed countless times over at least four hours.
No wonder it looked like this.
Lesson learned. Wenna rinsed off roughly, wiped away the evidence of his "traces," donned her proper uniform, and cleaned the bathroom and room.
'Eek. Sheets are soaked. Did I squirt that much?'
Luckily, the mattress was fine.
Sore all over and burning below, she kept pro composure: swapped fresh sheets from the cart, scrubbed the floor spotless, then bowed navel-deep to Hwan-in, who sipped tea elegantly.
=I apologize for passing out and failing to serve you properly.=
"No, I went overboard. I'm the one who's sorry."
Haa...... No wonder all the maids clamor for 306. Manners like that.
Regret flooded her for botching the paid service.
She'd held it together at first......!
If only she'd nailed the service, she could've begged for another booking. Too embarrassed to ask, Wenna slunk out.
"……."
With Wenna gone and the room quiet, Hwan-in watched the streets darken as sunset faded. He stood.
Asking Ssa for help? Off the table.
Ssa would roll up his sleeves gladly. But wasting their bond on something this minor felt wrong.
His connection with Ssa was for bigger moments—tight-knit backup when it counted.
As streets dimmed and folk lit lanterns by homes and shops, Hwan-in mulled it over—then woke the rations.
"Emergency Rations. Up. I know you're awake."
Mostly awake but loath to leave its basket, the creature dawdled—then leaped into his chest.
The near-20kg weight crushed a grunt from him.
"Ugh, you pig."
Kuet!
At "pig," it flapped indignantly—as if denying its heft—like a sack of rice thrashing in his arms. Hwan-in hastily invoked Soul Possession.
Kuet, ku!
"Shoulder ride, and my shoulder pops off. Down."
Coaxing it down like their first meeting, Hwan-in donned his hooded cloak and left the hotel with the rations.
If they targeted it while he was out, he'd just take it everywhere.
=Mama. Birdie's walking down there.=
=Oh? It is!=
Pedestrians gawked curiously at the heavy, dog-trotting green Kue that couldn't fly.
Green Kue looked quite different from normals. To the clueless, a green bird scampering like a pup was a sight.
Drawing stares en route to the second cemetery, Hwan-in halted before a weapon shop.
"Hm."
Spotting daggers on display, he popped in: bought a decent dagger belt and five throwing daggers.
One stone axe felt insufficient if attacked.
'Not beasts or monsters—people. Daggers should suffice.'
Gripping stone axe right, dagger left, Hwan-in recalled dual-wield forms from Haiyern's advanced dojo—swung a few times. The female owner clapped in awe.
=Masterful balance of the axe's weight and dagger's edge. But......=
Approaching, she inspected the axe—and gasped louder.
=Incredible. Hillan's Black Wood and Gimrak's Stone, sure enough!=