Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: So What?
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"So what."
'What the hell? Something like this exists?'
He knew he'd been born under a curse, and he'd even figured out it was tied to his sex drive. But for a curse mark to appear on her pussy? That was beyond anything he'd imagined.
This was an unforeseen situation, leaving him momentarily unsure of how to proceed.
Marren was the first to speak.
"How dare you try to bring happiness to this girl. You're crossing the line."
To be precise, something possessing Marren's body was the one speaking.
It was Marren, yet not Marren. Completely different from that time he'd seen her eyes turn red.
"This family is doomed to suffer curse after curse, generation after generation. Stay out of it."
Just seconds ago, they'd been fucking like animals in the kitchen.
Now this thing was trying to kill the mood out of nowhere. Annoyed, he just shoved his cock in deeper.
"Wh-what do you think you're doing...!"
"Look, I'm already pissed when a phone call interrupts sex and I hang up... A third party barging in is a real problem."
Squelch... squelch...
"St-stop! Stop this! This clan must suffer! They can never know happiness! They must live with endless deprivation!"
"That's none of my business. I haven't even cum yet. What the fuck is this bullshit?"
He felt wronged.
Marren had reached her peak with him pressing down on her lower abdomen, but he hadn't gotten there yet, and now this interruption.
Better to ignore it and keep going, he decided.
"Alright, I get it. You're the source of this nonstop lust. Makes sense it'd hit me too—wanting to fuck all day is honestly dangerous for a girl."
The Mayribel family must have known and canceled her public appearances plenty of times.
Missing social parties as the family heir didn't make sense otherwise.
'The puzzle pieces are falling into place.'
Could a beast in heat all day live a normal life? The answer was no.
Forget happiness—she'd just chase ever more intense pleasures every single day.
'Pleasure isn't the same as happiness.'
That was the cruel intent behind the sex-drive curse on Marren.
And with a curse mark on her pussy to boot, anyone could see she was a total slut at a glance. Forming deep relationships would be damn near impossible.
With her introverted personality, if she got hurt by people a few times? Her mind could shatter right there.
'In the end... she could turn into a monster.'
Humans turning monstrous happened much later, but the mere possibility was dangerous.
And unlike her blood kin, Marren bore the heaviest curse—probably because she was a major character in the novel.
"The moment someone who should be isolated started thinking of a lifetime with another, you showed up."
"Y-yes, that's... ri... ah...!"
"No matter how much you pretend to be someone else, the body's the same, so the pleasure feels about right?"
"If that's true, what are you gonna do about it?"
Simple.
He knew everything he needed to. No point in more talk.
"Gonna make you regret popping out while I'm still buried inside."
Don't touch a dog while it's eating, and don't fuck with a wastrel during sex. Didn't it know that?
Didn't matter if it didn't. Time to teach it the hard way.
Whoosh!
"Kyaa...!"
He forced Marren's limp upper body upright, then hoisted her lower half up by the thighs.
A standing doggy with her facing away, but slightly different from the usual piledriver.
The advantage showed when standing before a mirror.
Thud, thud, thud.
"Ugh... uuk... ugh...!"
Every stomping step toward the full-length mirror drove his cock deeper with the vibrations.
Obviously, the curse possessing Marren's temporarily virgin body was weak to such pleasure, based on experience.
"You should've thought about ending up like this when you stole her body to warn me."
If the curse interfered, fuck the curse too.
He knew making Marren happy was the key to breaking it, so he moved without hesitation.
Drip.
Standing before the full-length mirror exposed Marren's aroused body in stark detail.
Her legs were locked in an M-shape by his forearm, her spread pussy leaking juices nonstop.
Even limp from the wetness, her clit kept its pretty shape, nipples erect and glowing pink.
"Watch closely now. I'll show you what kind of happiness I can give."
Squelch... squelch... squelch.
Squelch-squelch-squelch.
All the sex so far had been paced to accommodate Marren's virgin pussy.
This time? Purely to satisfy his own urges.
"St-stop! Stop it! You could get cursed too! Aren't you scared?!"
The curse tried one last desperate plea through stifled moans.
"So what."
It was meant to frighten, but it didn't faze him.
If something like that scared him, he never would've made it this far.
"Do I look scared to you right now?"
He'd keep this up until he thrust out properly, so it better clench tight.
With that, he grinned wickedly. The curse's expression in the mirror? Adorable.
"Cute."
Like a terrified puppy.
'Wh-what the hell is this guy?!'
This shouldn't be possible. No, it mustn't be.
'Marren has to live in suffering!'
The bloodline curse manifested differently each generation, hitting women hardest.
Marren was born with immense talent to revive the family, so the curse bound her in its strongest form to stop it.
'She should've ended up with nothing but bad rumors...'
Rumors of a crazy bitch masturbating in public? Her academy life would be over.
Already introverted, facing public scorn? She'd never leave the estate again.
That's why they'd amped up her lust like that—only for the wastrel to be right there.
From then on, Marren defied the curse's desired outcome, and the wastrel, Kim Geon-ho, was always at the center.
'I came to punish her harshly for it!'
The curse's power was no joke. Not physical force, but mental corruption.
Even skilled academy cadets couldn't withstand its presence before graduation.
Only those with fully honed power could resist—yet a first-year wastrel pulled it off?
'At his age, already manifesting a perfect mental realm and controlling his mind?'
-Don't make trouble.
As the doubt arose, a voice echoed in the curse's mind.
-Don't ruin the place where this lord resides. My disciple, and now you... Tch tch, kids these days have no manners.
A nagging, old-fogey tone that screamed "boomer."
Whoever it was, the curse realized this entity was corrupting Kim Geon-ho's mental realm.
It wasn't that it couldn't use stronger mental corruption here—it had tried.
But.
"Aaaah...!"
It came.
"Hey, bitch. Say it again like before—curse this, curse that. Go on."
This Kim Geon-ho trying to give Marren happiness was brutally rough and violent.
'Th-that's why I can't win.'
If he'd shown mercy or weakened resolve, it could've exploited the gap.
A man brushing off the curse while pounding away? First time for the curse.
"St-st-stop!"
"Can't even speak properly? Try 'Please stop, Master.'"
Or he'd fuck it to death.
Squelch-squelch-splat-splat.
Squelch-squelch-splat-splat.
The rhythmic sounds turned to thick pleasure, corrupting the curse's mind.
The irony of the corrupter being corrupted.
Kim Geon-ho, oblivious to the mental realm resident or the complexities, just kept thrusting simply.
Splurt, splurt, spluuuurt!
"Ooh... ugh... aaaah...!"
The overseer of lust reduced to a slave, body ravaged, forced to climax.
Unacceptable for the curse, but it held back for now.
"Wa-wait... ju-just you... haah... ugh..."
Thighs quivering, it spat a line worthy of a third-rate villain and vanished, hiding the curse mark too.
As the curse withdrew, Marren's head lolled forward, and she passed out.
He was seconds from cumming, but with the flow broken, Kim Geon-ho gently set her down.
"Tch... Lame."
He had a kink for waking sleeping girls to fuck, but not comatose ones.
He pulled out, grabbed his phone with a serious face, and dialed.
"Y-yeah... No, just... Of course I miss you, nothing's up."
"Uh, that favor from before? Hoping you'd do it again..."
"No, I'm in a special situation here and need a handjob right now..."
"Yeah, uh... huh? Call me a crazy bastard? Yeah... I'll chew him out tomorrow? Aah, yeah... Got it, hang up. I miss—hung up."
Even the handjob request failed.
Kim Geon-ho entered the bathroom with a bitter expression.
Meanwhile, at Rastel Apael's house the same time.
"...Looks like the student council needs a harsh lesson on why we're scary."
More precisely, why he was scary.
Rastel was furious after overhearing Kim Geon-ho's ridiculous phone call earlier.
"Thinks he's the only heir to a big corp?"
The Empire's influence outweighed the Mountain Lords' at Hero Academy.
Time to make that crystal clear.