Chapter 14
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 14
Chapter Title: If It's Come to This, I'll Do It Myself
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"He used Tiger Fist?"
"Yes, that's right."
Kim Jang-seok let a thick smile spread across his face as he received the immediate report on what had just happened.
"There's no way Third-Grade Martial Repository and low-grade serum could pull that off... How many claws were there?"
"Just one, they say."
"Was it really just one, or did only one show up?"
"Pardon?"
Ignoring the reporter's puzzled words, Kim Jang-seok fell into brief thought.
'Being a parent has its uses in times like this.'
As parents, they were structured to receive immediate information on any incidents at the academy.
He'd initially thought it useless, but after Kim Geon-ho gained his information independence, it had proven incredibly handy.
'To think he can even use Tiger Fist.'
It felt strangely satisfying that the child he'd picked up off the street could use it flauntingly, while his own flesh and blood couldn't.
According to the report, he'd used it in a dire situation without even knowing how—but that was undoubtedly a lie.
Tiger Fist wasn't some technique that could emerge from mere coincidence.
When striking the opponent with your fist, you had to manifest claws made of qi that burrowed into their flesh, not just a simple blow.
This required fairly advanced qi control, which you couldn't just whip out in a panic.
If he'd brute-forced it with raw power, it would've been a degraded version, but what Kim Geon-ho had unleashed was undeniably true Tiger Fist.
"I thought he was worthless, but is he trying to turn into a lucky charm?"
Get in touch with the U.S. branch. Tell them to revisit that engagement we shelved back then.
With that, Kim Jang-seok closed the report on Kim Geon-ho.
Kim Geon-ho himself had no idea what kind of massive typhoon his own wingbeats would stir up.
Zzt-zzt.
Adrenaline surged, dopamine exploding like mad.
His body soaked in euphoria, his brain melting away.
Just from laying out Lee Seung-jun? No, that wasn't it. From an overwhelming victory in an official match? Half right, half wrong.
The real reason was...
Clap-clap-clap-clap!
"Wooooaaahhh!"
"Kim Geon-ho's insane!"
"That was Tiger Fist just now, right? Tiger Fist? First time seeing it live—insane!"
"Mountain Lord is awesome! The way he subdued the rampage was god-tier!"
The pouring applause, cheers, and roars of support he'd never heard before in his life.
Thinking it was all for him made his body tremble uncontrollably.
"You okay? You're shaking—sure you don't need a full checkup?"
"Yeah, I'm fine."
The professors seemed to think he was trembling from overexertion.
Right—who in this moment would think he was shaking from joy and the thrill of the cheers?
'So this... is the desire for recognition.'
Everyone craves acknowledgment. As social creatures born into groups, it was an inescapable human urge.
His previous life had been so far removed from it that he'd even forgotten such a thing existed.
From crawling at the very bottom, not even a shadow of anyone, to suddenly becoming the hero of the cheers—his mind blanked, thoughts frozen.
His low self-esteem skyrocketed in an instant, a sensation that he could do anything wrapping around him.
And with it, all his prior plans turned to bubbles, replaced by a new thought taking root.
'I want to show a bit more power.'
He hadn't even gone all-out yet. If this was the reaction, what if he unleashed even more?
What would people do then?
He could shatter the wastrel image and aim higher.
'I can do it too.'
Confidence bloomed.
Originally, he'd planned to find the protagonist, tag along as a sidekick, and gradually make his mark.
But in this moment, he realized he could be the protagonist himself.
Of course, he knew better than anyone that this was a one-time cheer, and he had no intention of getting drunk on it and overdoing things.
'I like this a lot.'
He clenched his trembling hands, slowly calming the excitement.
"Can I head in and rest first?"
"Yeah, good work. And... sorry."
That apology was for failing to properly control the official spar.
But rampages resonating like that were like winning the lottery—you couldn't prepare for it.
"It's fine."
Knowing that all too well, he brushed it off and headed straight to the waiting room to change.
Bang.
"Kyaaak!"
The moment he opened the door, there was Marren Mayribel masturbating with his discarded clothes.
"Hey, shouldn't I be the one freaking out here?"
He was dumbfounded.
About 30 minutes before Kim Geon-ho and Lee Seung-jun's official spar began.
'...Yeah, this still isn't enough.'
Marren felt her arousal cool as she tried to masturbate with Kim Geon-ho's overcoat again.
Even with his scent on it, the coat had its limits. Her imagination wouldn't flow, and she couldn't even taste it properly.
Once stimulated, people can't fully satisfy without something stronger—that saying fit perfectly.
Ever since getting caught by Kim Geon-ho, regular fingering barely registered with her pussy.
And for Marren, this went beyond mere sexual frustration—it was life-or-death.
'I need to lift this curse...'
The reason she couldn't venture outside and was stuck in her family.
It was the curse laid upon her.
Just before the black market fully established itself.
Marren's family had committed all sorts of illegal acts to claim a major stake.
Stealing goods, extorting excessive protection fees to hog prime spots, and more.
The ancestors' endless misdeeds eventually poked a hornet's nest they should never have touched.
—I'll curse you, you who killed me! And your entire family too!
They'd stolen from and killed an old woman who'd held the longest-standing stall in the black market, earning a bloodline curse in the process.
The curse refused all removal, passing down generations, manifesting in different bodily forms or forcing behaviors.
And Marren's was tied to lust.
"..."
If lust wasn't properly sated, a lewd slit would appear near her lower abdomen, forcing her body to move until satisfied.
At a glance, it seemed mild, but the random onsets were the problem.
Plus, the heat made her do anything for relief, so she never knew what depraved act she'd commit in a blink.
In this mess, Marren discovered that being near Kim Geon-ho made the slit vanish quickly.
She vowed to befriend him, lift the curse, and live normally.
In that resolve, she skipped watching his official match properly and snuck into his waiting room to masturbate with his clothes.
"Ahhhnnn..."
Squelch-squelch...
An ordinary person could never think like this, but as the family's forbidden treasure and heir, it was natural for her.
If she wanted something, she took it. If she couldn't, she seduced. If that failed, she seized it by any means.
With that creed deeply ingrained, she felt no guilt slipping into Kim Geon-ho's waiting room, burying her nose in his dress shirt, and masturbating.
"Geon-ho... slowly... don't get hurt... guuu..."
Focused on her pleasure, she couldn't track the events outside.
She didn't even register the approaching footsteps.
Bang.
And so...
"Kyaaak!"
"Hey, shouldn't I be the one freaking out?"
She got caught mid-act when Kim Geon-ho returned to the waiting room.
Vrrrrmmm.
Normally, she'd stop masturbating here—that was sane, natural.
Squelch-squelch...
But Marren was far from sane or natural.
"Hnnng... ugh..."
The thought of him watching plunged her brain into ecstasy, the same bliss from that back mountain overwhelming her body.
The depravity of nakedly pleasuring herself before her classmate, the sin of stuffing his clothes into her pussy.
And her blind faith that Kim Geon-ho wouldn't tell a soul.
All mixed, her nipples stiffened rock-hard, and she climaxed instantly.
"Ughhh... nng... Geon-hooooo...!"
Crying his name, she squirted wildly.
If this were before the cheers, Kim Geon-ho might've just let it slide.
"Hey, if you've come this far, you knew what you were in for, right?"
But now, basking in the afterglow of massive cheers, he was euphoric.
And that Kim Geon-ho approached her slowly, unbuckling his belt like a wild stallion off the reins.
"Want something better than humping desk corners or stuffing my clothes in your pussy?"
A true wastrel had to be dead serious about sex, after all.
"Something... better...?"
Dazed by his heat, Marren fixed her glassy eyes on his lower body.
And witnessed something she'd never seen before.
"I'll fuck you like a dog—that'll keep you from pulling this again."
Wastrel sex ed class was now in session.