Chapter 6
Chapter 6
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 6
Chapter Title: Returning
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“Ahem! Ahem! Then let's begin the real discussion.”
Glaou, who had half-lost her mind from the sex, snapped back to reality and immediately straightened herself up.
She'd been spacing out, then belatedly realized her state and hurriedly dressed—a sight that was pretty damn cute.
She worked hard to cover herself up again, looking a bit relieved.
But the trickle running down between her legs was even more tantalizing.
Glaou's outfit was revealing to begin with.
To the point where, depending on the angle, she might look less indecent naked.
'She must've been pretty flustered.'
Whether it was the afterglow of sex or not, her pale cheeks were still flushed red.
Looking at that body made my dick twitch again.
Honestly, I wanted to pound her a few more times.
Thanks to my boosted stamina, it was still raring to go even after just unloading.
But if I did, I'd probably end up fucking nonstop, future be damned.
From the status earlier, even the goddess Glaou had been overwhelmed by pleasure and couldn't resist properly.
'I haven't even figured out exactly what needs doing yet. Better hear more of the story.'
By the look of her, I could probably enjoy her again anytime.
And there were plenty more demon swords out there to fuck besides this goddess.
“First off, let me tell you about the demon swords you need to target.”
“Hmm, do I have to stick to that lineup? Wouldn't it be more efficient to just go after whichever ones I come across?”
“Not at all. To prevent overall corruption, who you target matters. Higher-rank demon swords reduce corruption levels faster too.”
“So you're saying pick and choose even when fucking them?”
“Your body is only one, and time isn't infinite. Efficiency is key, right?”
With that, Glaou handed me a few sheets of data.
She'd listed five demon swords for me to target.
Except for one, I'd heard of all of them.
Their ranks were insanely high too.
'Lowest is B-rank, highest is a whopping S-rank demon sword.'
Top-tier demon swords were treated like celebrities—or beyond, actual stars.
An S-rank? Even top heroes might never cross paths in a lifetime.
Normally, you'd beg for an autograph if you met one.
And now, I had to fuck them all.
'The three without contractors are at least doable...'
Three of them hadn't contracted yet.
Whether it went smoothly or not was secondary.
At least there was a pretext and opportunity to get close.
Humans approaching demon swords to contract wasn't rare.
The problem was the other two.
They already had contractors—men.
“These demon swords already have contractors, don't they? One's even married to a human.”
Demon swords dating humans was surprisingly common.
Marriage was rarer, but it happened.
Yet one of my targets had a boyfriend, and another was a married woman.
Both were contracted to those guys, of course.
To claim them, I'd have to steal them from their men.
“No choice. They're key targets. There aren't that many high-rank demon swords.”
“So you're telling me to steal demon swords that are already taken—and fuck them?”
“Sorry for those guys, but yeah.”
Netorare in pro terms.
If it were just any woman, maybe—but demon swords.
A married demon sword, no less. Never imagined it'd come to that.
'Boyfriend's one thing, but snatching a wife to fuck her? Her husband's gotta be a total loser.'
If he could satisfy her properly, I wouldn't need to step in.
Thinking that way, it might not be so tough.
'Contracts are usually demon sword-led. If I win her heart, breaking it is easy.'
Of course, getting there was the hurdle.
The single ones? Manageable somehow.
Taken ones would have tight defenses.
Demon swords had sky-high pride.
They rarely let outsiders close.
'Worry about that later.'
Their high ranks meant established positions already.
Mess up, and backlash would be huge.
Not something to take lightly.
Start with the approachable ones.
By then, my status and skills would be up too.
Felt kinda like a game.
“Still, they're all hot-faced and stacked.”
“Typical of top-rank demon swords. Good for you, Si-hyun.”
Glaou's tits and hips right here were top-shelf.
The others didn't fall short.
Big breasts and killer curves across the board.
Wonder how they'd moan getting pounded—already exciting.
No chance of getting bored.
Hell, it'd always feel fresh and thrilling, no matter how many times.
Glaou pointed to each name on the sheets.
“Kalia, Sign, Lete, Blue Steel, Harpe. All amazing demon swords. Get careless, and you'll get hurt bad.”
“No plans to slack. I know my level.”
Past me was talentless, broke, a nobody.
Dying and regressing hadn't changed that much.
Not yet—just average joe.
To claim and handle these, I needed to level up as a person.
“That's all from me. The system will guide the rest—you'll manage.”
“System?”
“Like quests. With rewards, so work hard.”
“Makes things convenient.”
Was feeling lost on where to start anyway.
Quests handing directions and rewards? Perfect.
“Any more questions? I'm dumping work on you, so ask away.”
“Can I come fuck you again when I feel like it?”
Glaou's face flushed bright red.
Expected to get chewed out.
Instead, she fidgeted shyly.
Guess the sex really hit the spot.
'Yeah, that panting face looked like pure heaven.'
Her sidelong glances held anticipation too.
“Sometimes... sure. But I can't descend, so you come here.”
“How do I get here?”
“I'll arrange a way.”
“Oh? Setting it up special? That good, huh?”
“If you're just gonna sexually harass me, don't come!”
Her squeal showed deep embarrassment.
Adorably so.
“Portal's open—head home. Linked to your place.”
“Got it. Surroundings same as pre-regression?”
“Exactly. Your actions might change things bit by bit.”
“I'll handle it.”
“Hehe, reliable.”
I walked to the portal.
Paused before entering, turned to the goddess.
“Oh, and belated—thanks for saving me. Thought my life was done.”
“...Save the thanks after you save the world?”
“Still grateful. Second chance and all. I'll deliver.”
Stepped through.
Saying it aloud hit home again.
'World's fate on my dick, huh.'
Fuck demon swords to save it.
Their corruption ending the world was wild, but this? Absurd.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ “...It's exactly the same. Well, duh.”
I slowly surveyed my old one-room apartment.
When demon swords corrupted and wrecked everything, even I had to flee.
Until then, it was home.
Bed, desk, wardrobe in a modest space.
Kitchen separate, so roomy for a studio.
Bathroom even had a rare tub.
Not luxurious, but livable enough.
'First, check the situation.'
Can't recall every detail instantly.
World on the line—fucking demon swords first.
But need basics covered.
Starving? No seducing women.
Considering their levels and lifestyles, needed money and status too.
'Talk to old job, check savings, stocks...'
Like most my age, spare cash was slim.
Can't chase pussy broke.
Secure minimum living first.
-Thud!
Sudden noise behind.
Turned—envelope and note on floor.
[Support Funds from the Goddess ><] Smooth handwriting, cute emoticon contrast.
Opened envelope—crisp bills inside.
Ten million won. Fresh.
“Whoa...”
High heroes might earn that in days.
For me? Huge sum.
Never held that much cash at once.
“Pretty good service.”
Plus savings—months worry-free.
Demon sword secured? Money irrelevant anyway.
Living costs handled for now.
'Start fucking demon swords tomorrow?'
Thought triggered a popup.
📜 NEW QUEST 📜 [Contract Your First Demon Sword]
📍 Location: Nearby sealed demon sword without a contractor
⏰ Time Limit: None
🎁 Reward: Unlock conditions for new trait
💡 Description: You have no contracted demon swords yet. Conveniently, there's an uncontracted, sealed one nearby. Find her and contract by any means. Your bond with her will greatly aid you ahead. Success opens new trait acquisition.
Must be the quest she mentioned.
Thanks to Glaou's data, locations and statuses clear.
Tomorrow's plan set.
'Demon sword Kalia. Go fuck her.'
S-rank outlier.
The golden-haired beauty knight who killed me in my past life.