Chapter 78
Chapter 78
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 78
Chapter Title: Tigers' Fight #4
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〈 Chapter 77 〉 Tigers' Fight #4
Swish.
Elga's thighs were incredibly cool and soft, springy and squishy.
Was it because even a trained body had the limitations of being female?
Or maybe because she was originally a novel character, she never got too bulky or rough no matter how much she trained.
In fact, to produce the kind of strength Elga had, her thighs should've been thicker than my torso, right?
But I was amazed at how those sleek, slender legs could unleash such power.
"Hey, we're going to eat. What the hell are you doing?"
Elga said that without even turning around.
She must've known what I was after. Still, I slowly moved my hand to pull down her dolphin shorts.
"No."
Smack-!
An unexpected sting hit the back of my hand.
Elga had slapped my palm away—like shooing a cat from a snack bowl—as it stroked her thigh.
It hurt more than just the sting; the real shock was that she'd rejected my advances.
Why?
I wanted to ask, but I was scared she'd say something like, "I'm never doing it with you again." Surprisingly, Elga said something else.
"I've got a duel tomorrow. So no matter how much you beg or whine, some things are off-limits."
"A duel?"
What duel?
A duel meant competing and fighting, right? Hearing Elga mention one caught me off guard.
"What kind of duel?"
"No idea. I heard Single Numbers have to duel periodically to set the rankings straight."
"There's a rule like that, huh."
"So tomorrow's my promotion match. Against the 4th rank guy or whatever."
Promotion match.
I might not know Theo Gospel, but as a guy who'd lived in Korea as Yi Seong-eum, I knew exactly how big those three words were.
Of course she'd want to stay in peak condition for a promotion match.
"But I didn't think you'd care about rankings, Lady Elga."
Elga struck me as the delinquent type who'd skip schoolwork and rankings. It was a bit unexpected.
Elga scolded me like I'd said something ridiculous.
"Huh? What're you talking about? If you can climb, you climb."
If you can climb, you climb.
She'd said something just like that before my fight with Epside. Thinking she shared my mindset made her feel a little closer.
"You're right. Fighting the 4th rank? That's one step above you, Lady Elga."
"Yeah. Whatever, I'll win."
Elga said it with total confidence.
"Gotta get to number one quick. Dad said if I claim the top spot in Arc, he'll hand over Varz's rule right away."
"Cool."
But I wondered if she really could. Even for Elga, reaching number one wouldn't be easy.
From what I knew, Arc's Single Numbers were rankings of people you could call superhumans or heroes.
From 1st to 9th.
Every single-digit powerhouse showed insane prowess.
In fact, Arcana—the priest from the protagonist's party in the original novel Villain Hunter—was an Arc student and probably a Single Number.
Each one had specs that could've made them the protagonist or a companion.
Elga was 5th. Lady Mirna 6th. Aira 2nd. So Elga's opponent, 4th place, had to be a serious heavyweight.
Zing.
Sudden regret and self-reflection hit me hard.
I'd neglected to gather intel on the elite Single Numbers? Not knowing who 4th was? Unacceptable.
Even if I'd been busy lately, grasping my surroundings was basic survival.
Had I let my guard down too much after leaving Angmar Kingdom for Arc? Time to reflect.
"Anyway, promotion match tomorrow. No funny business with you. Got it?"
"Understood. You have to prep thoroughly for a promotion match."
I scolded myself for not even knowing 4th's name and replied seriously. Elga glanced back, scratching her head awkwardly.
"Hey, no need to get all sulky about it."
"Sulky?"
"Yeah. No need to answer so coldly."
What?
Lightning flashed in my mind—zap.
Elga thought my self-scolding tone was me being mad at her rejection.
「Calm Situation Assessment!
Gained experience via Talent 《Calm Thinking》.
All job experience +5」
People really think that petty? What did she see me as in her head? A horny male rabbit?
"Hoo."
Elga sighed softly, like she had no choice.
She glanced around, grabbed my sleeve, and pulled me into the rundown storage shed on the dorm rooftop.
Dust blanketed broken desks and busted mattress frames. In the reddish glow of the sunset filtering in, Elga spoke quietly.
"Fine, one quick one to cheer you up. Got it? But somewhere else."
Swish.
Elga knelt before me and deftly undid my pants, pulling them down.
My soft member tumbled out from my underwear. She stroked it lightly.
"Get it hard quick. We gotta eat."
She poked my half-erect shaft. Her pale face, lit by the sunset, flushed red on her cheeks.
"Get it up already, perv."
"......"
Looking down at Elga facing my cock was breathtaking. Excitement, accomplishment, dominance, superiority surged up my spine to my brain.
Throb, throb.
"There, all hard now."
Swish. Her fingers wrapped around me. She stroked back and forth, squeezing—a bit clumsy still, but better than before.
I'd never planned this knowing about her match tomorrow.
But no reason to turn down the opportunity.
Since we're here, I thought I'd try something we hadn't done last time.
"Um, Lady Elga. Could you maybe use your breasts?"
"...Breasts how?"
"Between your breasts. Slide my cock there. Might make me cum faster."
Wrinkle.
Her brows furrowed, face screaming, *What the hell are you asking?*
But a pretty girl with that disgusted look, my dick right in front of her? Surprisingly addictive.
"Fine, just this once."
Swish.
Elga unzipped her tracksuit.
No bra underneath—just underwear on bare skin. Tracksuit straight on skin? Uncomfortable, but hot for me.
And now a sweet apple scent wafted.
Swish.
Sway.
I lifted her underwear up, exposing her bare breasts.
Big, teardrop-shaped, jiggling prettily. Size and shape both perfect.
"Nice tits."
"What're you saying."
Maybe because her pale pink nipples were exposed, she fidgeted anxiously.
Swish.
I bent slightly to grope them; soft flesh clung to my palm. Her nipples stiffened between my fingers.
"...Ngh."
A tiny moan escaped her.
But soon, she enveloped my hard cock between her soft, full breasts.
"...Hurry and finish so we can eat. Dinner's sweet and sour tonight."
Swish, squish, squish.
Warm flesh wrapping every side—what a sensation.
"Eut-."
The unexpected pleasure made my hips buck slightly.
Better than imagined. Might cum hands-free if I didn't try.
Swish, swish.
Her soft breasts kneaded my cock side to side, up and down. Then I sensed something wrong.
Twitch, twitch.
From the tip down my spine, lightning zapped through—different from building climax.
"Urgh, wait—one sec."
I grabbed her head to push back, but my weak strength couldn't budge Elga.
"What? You wanted tits. Feeling weird now?"
Like being absorbed into giant sticky rice cake, kneaded. Fear hit me. I'd be conquered like this.
Angmar heir instinct or male pride—I felt if I came now, it'd be irreversible.
Swish, swish.
But her breasts kept munching my cock. Slick with precum and sweat, her squishy tits devoured it.
Yes, devoured.
I was being eaten by Elga!
"If you're gonna cum, say so. Hate cleaning off clothes or skin."
She looked like a bully tormenting me.
Gazing up yet acting all superior now that she had the upper hand.
No way I'd lose. I grabbed her head and shoved my cock between her tight lips.
Splurt, splurt. Splurt.
"Mmph—! Mmmph...!"
Feeling her warm, wet mucosa and tongue fully, I came.
Long orgasm—endless spasms left me flustered.
"Mmph-!"
Forcing it down a woman's throat gave massive conquest vibes. My bruised ego swelled back huge.
Gulp, gulp.
Her throat swallowed—then.
"Cough, hack—hack! Hey, I said say it first!"
She spat out my cock, coughing hard. Leftover cum dribbled from her mouth, staining the floor.
"You trying to kill me!?"
Elga yelled, genuinely pissed.
Her flushed face—shame, anger, throat pain—tears streamed down.
"Sorry. It boiled over suddenly. Couldn't let it spill on clothes or skin."
"Grrr...."
She growled like a mad cat.
Thought I'd get a knuckle sandwich, but she wiped her mouth with her hand and zipped her tracksuit to the neck.
"I'm out!"
She stormed for the door. Feeling guilty, I asked,
"What about dinner?"
"Don't care."
She yanked the door—crack. It shattered.
"What? Why'd it break?"
She tried jamming it back, but it broke worse.
"What's wrong with this?"
She seemed unable to control her strength. Too mad, blood boiling?
Then it hit me.
"Maybe... because you swallowed my cum?"