Chapter 63
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 63
Chapter Title: After Catching the Outlaw (2)
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'Ah, seriously, I don't want trials like this.'
Kim Geon-ho's first lackey, Hobong, wasn't thrilled with the current situation at all.
Dealing with Kim Geon-ho on a normal day was tricky enough, but there was something even more troublesome.
"For now, Airi, you're out. You already jerked him off while playing nurse, didn't you?"
"Th-that was...!"
"They say even a tame cat climbs the stove first. Korean proverbs are spot on, every single one."
"Fair enough. You already pulled all sorts of shady stunts using 'nursing my husband' as an excuse, so bow out."
"..."
Talking to the Mountain Lords might've been easier.
For Hobong, who'd never dealt with tiger brides before, this conversation was mentally draining.
'How are there three tiger brides?'
Kim Geon-ho being the Mountain Lords' successor was already tacitly accepted by everyone.
On top of that, catching the transcendent monster, the Outlaw of the Wilderness, had cemented his position completely.
It was already announced internally, with plans for a public reveal right after Kim Geon-ho's discharge.
So those three women scrapping over Kim Geon-ho were basically all tiger brides.
The ultimate nightmare difficulty: tending to the three most vital figures in the Mountain Lords.
Hobong had never missed Kim Geon-ho more than in this moment.
'Why does the Young Master have to be so popular...'
He'd thought "worth his looks" was just a saying.
Kim Geon-ho—no, the Young Master—fit the bill perfectly.
Even Heila, who'd turned down countless marriage proposals, was hanging on him.
And turning a blind eye to him seeing multiple women, no less.
"So Airi's out for now. That leaves you and me."
"A black-market harlot dares to share a bed with my husband?"
"Not worried what this harlot might pull at the engagement ceremony?"
"..."
Tiger brides or not, they were too busy pushing their own cases for Hobong's suffering to register.
And amid it all, they'd settled on "Airi's out first."
After playing nurse, jerking him off, and going on dates with kisses to boot.
The second she heard demanding more was greed, Airi knew it was her cue to step aside.
That left just Marren and Heila.
"No winner if we hash it out ourselves, so let's have Hobong pick."
"Hobong, spill it. Who should nurse my husband? Who do you think should handle 'my husband'?"
They turned to Hobong with the question.
Hobong realized his worst fear had arrived and despaired.
'How the hell am I supposed to answer that!'
He wanted to protest.
If they weren't tiger brides, he might've snapped at them to quit the childish games.
But they were tiger brides—the Young Master's fiancées and future matriarchs of the Mountain Lords.
Zero upside to pissing them off.
He had to face the awkward question head-on.
"Uh, w-well... nursing's still best done by the fiancée, picture-wise..."
"See? This harlot admits it! I'm right!"
"But she's not the fiancée yet, just prospective. Doesn't that make the closer one—me—more fitting?"
Closer? She talking about that womb nonsense?
Hobong's head spun.
The Young Master's eccentricity must've rubbed off—each bride had her own flair.
And right now, Marren was undisputed top dog.
'Young Master...!'
Why give crystal-clear orders on normal stuff but leave no playbook for curveballs like this!
Glare at the hospital door all he wanted, brimming with injustice—it wouldn't fix squat.
'Just roll the dice once.'
Hobong sensed he needed to gamble here.
"How about I nurse him fairly, then..."
""Hobong, you'll die if you try that."""
"S-sorry, my mistake."
He shelved the idea in a flash.
Why glare daggers at each other but sync up perfectly here?
'Can't stall the choice any longer.'
Marren or Heila.
Why pour this much blood, sweat, and tears into picking a nurse?
Quit? Nah, couldn't—Mountain Lords perks were too good.
Thoughts raced, but Hobong mustered a reasoned pick and opened his mouth.
"The one entering the room is..."
"What? Heila got picked?"
"Yeah."
No, if Heila won, why'd you come in?
Marren smirked at my look and continued.
"Said I'd spill the beans on me and Geon-ho at the engagement, so she swapped?"
"Ah..."
Heila had spunk, sure, but next to Marren, she was small potatoes.
Plus, Heila had way more skin in the game at the ceremony—she had to fold.
'She knows Marren doesn't bluff, either.'
The outcome was sealed the moment Airi bowed out.
But if you're sneaking in, why not proper nursing... why the handy?
'No— she figured jerking was nursing.'
Marren-style care, not the textbook kind.
Everything clicked now.
"So I'm up, time for the real deal?"
"Your dick's in this state—I gotta take responsibility..."
Marren said it while yanking down my bottoms.
Hospital gown stripped easy; blink, and I was buck naked.
"Always wanted to try this. Y'know, like in romances."
Guy and girl flirting in a hospital room, then bam—together.
That cracked me up on the spot.
"What're you even saying?"
"C'mon, you know—dramas show couples doing it after they start dating! Like, the obvious stuff. Wanted that."
Erotic with a cute twist—that's what they meant.
Picture her in slutty gear, all seductive, then meowing like a kitty.
Marren nailed "sexy-cute" to a T.
Squeeze.
"Ahng..."
Grab her ass tight, and out pops a moan from Marren.
Straddling me natural as breathing, her face pure bridal blush.
"Pretending shy now? Kinda late for that."
"Wh-what're you saying? This is our first time..."
First time in a solo hospital room.
Setting so absurd I cracked up again.
"Girl on her first time using a sleeping guy's fingers to get off... mph."
"Gotta shut that bad mouth."
Plop.
Marren's lower lips smother my upper ones.
Sucking pussy while eyeing those underboobs—what a vibe.
'Feels like I'm getting healthier.'
No wonder "wanna grab your tits?" chills folks out when pissed.
Breasts pack that magic.
Something to melt away bottled-up feels.
Marren got it; she eased off her top slow, unhooked the bra with a flick.
Boing-boing.
No actual sound, obviously.
But her tits bouncing free? Felt like hearing it.
"How's Marren pussy taste?"
"Mmph... mm..."
"Ah, ha... uht... mmm... m-making me talk... makes my pussy quiver."
Not her heart—her pussy quivers.
Wild phrasing, but spot-on; nothing to add.
'Though, first time really sucking pussy.'
Fucked plenty, but mouth-to-pussy? Fresh territory.
Makes sense—usually too fired up for foreplay.
Slurp-slurp.
Marren rides smooth, hips swaying soft to savor my tongue max.
"Uht... hng, ha... ah... G-Geon-ho, your tongue's so long... thick... uht!"
Moans build; can't hold back, arches back hard.
Something sparks—she spins fully, grabs my dick.
"Oh, and... haa... th-there's positions like this too..."
No friggin' way? Even if Marren's a quick study...
'She knows this one?'
Doubt nuked by her next move.
"L-let's feel good together... Geon-ho... chup... haa..."
I'm flat on my back, eating her out.
She's reversed atop, mouthing my cock.
Never imagined this filthy pose in a hospital room.
'Way too nasty.'
And she wants vanilla classroom dates? Mouth and body on different pages, clearly.
Slurp-slurp...
Schlick... schlick...
Quiet hospital room echoes raw with cock-sucking and pussy-licking slops.
Marren commits full—lowers her ass slow for deeper access.
"Chup... haa... jup..."
No pause to swallow spit; rolls my dick in her mouth, gulps saliva down.
Who'd buy this chick was a virgin days ago?
Mid-pussy munch, eyes wandering, I spot the ultimate boner fuel.
"Kyaa, kyaang... ang...! Wh-why suck so intense all sudden... hng... aaang...!"
The cute bear on Marren's panties.
That shit drove me insane with lust.