Chapter 48 - Reunion (2)

A chilling silence flowed through the room. Song Eun-hye wiped the bitch-like expression from her face and turned toward the door with a ghostly glare.

"Hey, open up! If you don't, I'll smash my way in?!"

"Min Eunjeong…."

Min Eunjeong. How could she forget that name? Song Eun-hye knew her all too well. Among B-rank heroes, she was the most promising, with the best track record. They'd even worked together as seniors and juniors on the same team for a while, so Song Eun-hye knew her face and voice better than anyone's. She'd heard Min Eunjeong had recently been promoted to A-rank, but why was she showing up at the villa now? And so rudely, at that.

Song Eun-hye made no effort to hide her discomfort as she rose from Ivan's body.

"Wait."

She couldn't go out like this, so she threw on a coat. The ochre coat that reached her ankles at least covered her nudity decently enough. Leaving the obediently lying Ivan behind, Song Eun-hye walked to the front door, where furious pounding continued.

Fucking brute bitch. That was her impression of Min Eunjeong. A crude, vulgar woman with nothing but brute strength. Always starving for cock, flitting around like a bitch in heat. Of course, she couldn't flatly say they had no good memories together. But her front door had been dented by fists before, and now this interruption of her happy time—she couldn't think kindly of her.

"Hey, I said open the door or I'll smash it—"

"What is this about, Min Eunjeong-ssi? Pounding on a man's front door like that."

Finally, the two women met. Ivan's former master and his current one.

The women stared intently at each other's faces for a moment.

What the hell? Since when did this bitch get so pissed off? Min Eunjeong thought, eyeing Song Eun-hye. The old her had been emotionless. No matter how much Min Eunjeong had thrown sex jokes her way, she'd never reacted. And now this woman was reacting to her with a feigned angry face? Min Eunjeong was at a loss for words.

Has her skin always been this good? Meanwhile, Song Eun-hye didn't pick up on Min Eunjeong's changes. She was just mildly surprised by the strangely improved complexion.

"It's been a while since we've seen each other, huh, Eun-hye?"

Min Eunjeong calmed her anger first, now that the door was open. She needed to persuade Song Eun-hye somehow and get inside.

"Hah, you come banging on the door like some fugitive in a hurry, and that's all you have to say?"

"…You've got quite the vocabulary now."

The tone was still cold, the voice devoid of any emotion. But Min Eunjeong was startled once again by Song Eun-hye's change. The old her had given short answers unless it was important, yet here she was protesting in full sentences.

Because of Ivan? After a brief thought, Min Eunjeong arrived at a very reasonable inference. The only thing that could change a woman this icy was Ivan and his cock.

This bitch dares… touch my Ivan? Min Eunjeong's temper flared like her red hair. His cock was hers alone. No other woman could touch it.

"I'll get straight to the point. Song Eun-hye, you stripped topless in public two days ago and fucked a minor, right?"

"…I never fucked a minor. We just made love."

"He's not a minor, sure. Ivan's an adult."

The atmosphere sank even colder. Their relationship shifted from former colleagues to utter enemies.

"Ivan's inside the house, isn't he?"

"…."

"Hand him over."

Min Eunjeong looked down at Song Eun-hye and declared it firmly, precisely.

"Right now."

"Ugh…."

Taking advantage of Song Eun-hye heading to the door, I hastily threw on my clothes and ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠slipped into the small room, hiding under the bed. Any kid could see this was the perfect escape timing, but… as you can see, the two women were blocking the exit.

Crazy bitches….

Look at those fat asses blocking the door. Even with my small size, no gaps meant no way out.

Best if they fight and one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠gets seriously hurt or dies.

There's a saying here: savage catches savage. Like that proverb, it'd be great if those barbaric women fought.

…Wait, what's going on? Why aren't they fighting? They didn't look on good terms at all!

But why? Contrary to my wish, the two didn't start fighting. She'd seemed ferocious just pounding the door….

Did Song Eun-hye lie that I'm not here? Maybe she figured out where I hid and bluffed to Min Eunjeong. Fighting that red-haired psycho would be too much, even for her. If so, there was only one way… but it was too risky.

"Sit… here. …I'll bring him… out soon."

Hiding under ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the bed muffled the sounds, but I heard the clink of a glass and water boiling. She was serving tea.

If Song Eun-hye's dodging by saying I'm not here, I should go out instead. Simple, stupid, and no guarantee of safety! But for savage-vs-savage, I needed to bust her lie.

"Like this…."

Crawling out from the dusty bed, I stepped forward cautiously. To avoid detection by the sharp-eared Song Eun-hye and Min Eunjeong, I had to tread like this.

"Ssshh…."

Like a ninja from a Japanese manga, whispering kiai through gritted teeth, I tiptoed stealthily. Soon, I reached the kitchen area.

"Good…."

Min Eunjeong at the table, Song Eun-hye at the pot. If I burst out like PAH! a cool hero, they'd freak.

"Then…! Uwaaaah! Wha—what?"

Kwaaah! My frail little body was yanked forward. Before I could grasp it, something soft and squishy smothered my face.

"Mmph?!"

Familiar dark gray sports bra. Soaked in sweat, melted makeup wafting sweet scent from the heat. And the busy hands kneading my ass… I knew who it was instantly.

"Missed you."

Min Eunjeong murmured to me in a watery voice. At the same time, beep ring! The status window popped up nearby.

Just like with Song Eun-hye, the status window gave me a quest. But the reward was more generous…. Did it mean corrupting Min Eunjeong would be harder than Song Eun-hye?

"Ivan. It's been so long since you saw your noona—aren't you happy?"

"Ah, that's…."

"Is it 'cause you hit noona when you left? Don't worry. I don't care about that anymore. Just stay by my side from now on."

Swoosh, swoosh— Soft red hair brushed my face. Deep, hard… she kneaded my ass fiercely, savoring my body.

But anyway, why aren't they fighting? I thought they'd clash if I showed up like this, but no?

This wasn't what I expected….

"I'll never let you go again! We'll be together forever! You won't leave me ever! Got it?!"

Words weren't getting through. Min Eunjeong whimpered at me tearfully. I poked my head out from her body and looked at Song Eun-hye.

"…."

She didn't even glance this way, just leisurely sipping tea with a relaxed smile. What the hell was she thinking?

Goddamn…. Song Eun-hye Special Fetish List! Noticing her sudden thick possessiveness, I realized it was a special fetish and summoned the status window.

Fuck, so many. Amid the many special fetishes, I found why Song Eun-hye was letting Min Eunjeong hug me.

Goddamn bitch! She gets off on her man fucking other women? That's why she left me with Min Eunjeong!

We're fucked….

This damn fetish was screwing me over. Clearly, firmly. Otherwise, she wouldn't pull this shit.

"Ivaaan…. Hey. Been a while, wanna do 'that'? It's okay, right? You liked it too."

"Aaaah!"

"Let's start with the usual first."

Strong hands pressed my shoulders, bending my knees. Min Eunjeong pulled down her gray leggings right in front of me, exposing her sopping wet pussy.

Too much happening too suddenly…. How did it come to this?

"Pussy submission kiss—you loved it, right? Yeah?"

Min Eunjeong sometimes forced submission on me. Various ways, but the classic was making me kiss her pussy. She claimed it declared injecting baby batter into her…. The more I heard, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the more insane it sounded.

But a dumb, weak shrimp like me….

Mwah!

"Good boy. Ivan, now noona'll fuck you raw with her month-old pussy juice-marinated cunt?"

I'd escaped Min Eunjeong, but now I was back to square one.