Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: Don't Call Pretending to Be Close, You Son of a Bitch
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While heading home with Marren, a smile crept across my face the moment I spotted my house in the distance.
'It never gets old.'
The Mountain Lords had insisted that the heir's residence needed to be built from the ground up, but I'd settled on buying an existing building instead.
In the end, I'd purchased an entire brand-new villa near the academy and become the landlord.
And not just any landlord—I was a chaebol third-gen living alone in a renovated three-story villa.
Beep beep beep beep. Ring ring.
"Ex, excuse me..."
The moment I unlocked the door with its security magic, Marren timidly stepped inside.
"It's just you and me. Make yourself at home."
"Ah, uh... yeah... You live alone?"
"Yep."
The instant she heard I lived alone, the tension melted from Marren's face, and she scurried off toward the kitchen.
Clunk.
Her first stop was the fridge, followed by the kitchen tools.
She must've figured a guy living solo couldn't cook worth a damn.
"...You're eating really well-balanced meals?"
"Someone takes care of it for me. Helpers come once a week to stock up and tidy things."
"I, I can do that too...!"
Why didn't she say so sooner?
'Should've staged it a bit.'
I could've stocked the place with retort pouches and meal kits to spark that urge in her.
The details were a miss, but she'd offered anyway—no big deal.
"Then I'll take you up on that."
"What does Geon-ho like?"
"Egg rolls for me."
Too lazy to make 'em myself, but if someone's cooking, I devour them.
Marren beamed at that and got bustling in the kitchen, even though it wasn't dinnertime yet.
'Bringing her home really works wonders.'
In class, she acted like a total nympho, but stepping into my private space for the first time seemed to lift her spirits big time.
Make-up sex wasn't bad, but emotionally, this hit harder—and I was satisfied.
"I'll start making some now... Eek!"
But even knowing the effect, instincts sometimes override reason.
Seeing her in that apron in the kitchen, I realized there was something I needed to devour before the egg rolls.
Squeeze!
"Ahhhn..."
I grabbed her tits from behind, just like she'd clung to me earlier.
"I, I wanted to make dinner first..."
"We can eat, then go again."
We're glued together all day anyway—what's to worry?
"Really...?"
Did "all day" flip her switch?
Her eyes flushed red, and she flashed a sultry smile.
"We're sticking together all day?"
Dinner would have to wait.
Around the time Kim Geon-ho was enjoying happy times with Marren.
The Hero Academy student council was in a meeting.
"A first-year took down a giant?"
"Yes, that's right."
"We have to recruit that kind of talent into the student council."
"Agreed."
Their topic was, naturally, Kim Geon-ho.
Even if it was a small giant, taking it down solo was the talk of the town—no one could ignore it.
Mountain Lords: "The small giant Pembry's corpse belongs to Kim Geon-ho—don't covet it," stern warning
Why was Kim Geon-ho at the bottom of the ranks? Experts speculate: "He ignores pointless hierarchy battles"—a true lofty Mountain Lord
Whoa, thought it was fake but he really got it—saw the blood-soaked pic, scary af ㄷㄷ;;
But wasn't this dude a talentless wastrel son who couldn't even leave his clan?
Don't badmouth Kim Geon-ho, Tatakum will whoop you.
He's just not into hierarchy bullshit at all, doesn't care about heir stuff either ㅇㅇ...
Only busts out the power when needed—total badass vibe lol ㅋㅋ
Wastrel son hope arc.
With reactions this positive, even the "wastrel son" label spun into something cool.
No wonder the student council had to float recruiting him.
"But what if he rejects the student council invite? Honestly, odds are high."
Rastel, not seeing it all rosy, threw out the counterpoint.
As the Empire's heir, he'd joined the council right after enrolling and already held serious sway.
In the academy, they were seniors, juniors, classmates—but graduation flipped the status gap wide open.
"Nah, rejection's off the table. Mountain Lords heirs join the council generation after generation."
The highest spot for a student was student council president.
By that logic, Mountain Lords heirs naturally joined and claimed the title.
This was ironclad truth, never debunked since Hero Academy's founding.
"How about inviting him to the council room casually first? Rastel, sorry to ask, but could you contact him?"
"Sure, no biggie."
Rastel started skeptical but dialed after hearing their confidence.
Ring ring... Click.
"Don't call pretending to be close, you son of a bitch."
Knowing Rastel had hit on Marren and Heila, Kim Geon-ho spat curses and hung up immediately.
"..."
"Uh, w-well... Haha! He's... cool... Gotta be that badass to take down a giant...!"
A heavy silence blanketed the council room.
Click.
"Why the sudden call?"
I'm busy, dude.
I tossed my phone toward the sofa and got back to business.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Ah, ahn... Th-this is too embarrassiiing..."
"That's why it's good."
Pink-haired girl in a naked apron, pounding her tight pink pussy from behind.
Pure lust incarnate—any interruption pissed me off.
"Hng... Ah... If we keep this up, we'll end up doing it all over your house... Ah, no?"
"Isn't that why you're saying it?"
Squelch squelch squelch...
"N-no, I... Hn... Haaaahn...!"
Not being honest? Lingering guilt or conscience from earlier?
I'd planned to hold back here, but to fully unwind her, extreme measures were needed.
'Gonna break her completely today so she's tame tomorrow.'
I decided to unleash a technique I'd sealed away as too harsh for virgin pussy.
Squiiiish.
Spurt spurt spuuurt!
"Gyaa... Ah... Hak... Haa... Hngah... Ahn...!"
Right under her womb.
I pressed my fingertip where the glans was lodged, and her pussy gushed like a faucet cranked wide.
Indecipherable moans spilled from her lips; her eyes had rolled back white.
"Th-this... feeels... weird...!"
"Still talking? You're a bitch in heat."
"Eh... Huh?"
Press.
"Ah... Ah... D-don't press...!"
Shiver shiver shiver.
Second press, and her thighs quaked violently—was she fully gone?
Mid-orgasm, she slammed her ass back, pussy clamping to keep my cock trapped.
Vow not to let go, even as pleasure melted her strength.
Wriggle wriggle.
Her tight walls massaged my shaft; the entrance gripped the base like a cock ring.
"Hng... Ah... Pressing it... Feels so gooood..."
"Good? Good what?"
Press!
She couldn't take more.
Her hands slipped from the counter propping her up.
Sliiiide!
Her torso folded naturally, hips snapping back to glue to mine.
Her pussy—custom cock-sheath perfection—sucked me in tight.
"Keep listening well, and I'll do this more. Behave and don't snap at guys."
"Hng... Ha... Hut... Haa... Hek...!"
No need for replies—I just thrust.
Squelch squelch slap slap.
Squelch squelch slap slap.
Gushing squirt or convulsing climaxes? Didn't matter—pounded relentlessly.
Seizing the chance to body-break her into total submission, never to rebel again.
"Follow me right, and I'll give you everything—my all."
It's all on you, Marren.
I whispered it, yanking her torso up for a deep kiss.
"...Then I want to be bound to you forever."
And in that instant, a rune emerged on Marren's lower abdomen, glowing brilliantly.