Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: That Woman Hit on Me First (1)
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“Ugh, I’m a bit tired.”
A very tidy room.
But not perfectly organized.
In an officetel near Gangnam Station, Park Won-jun patted his lower back.
This was his new home base.
He’d considered moving somewhere closer to school, but decided Gangnam Station’s great transit links made it the better choice.
“Alright, time to get to work.”
Won-jun had always had better stamina than most, so there was no way he’d be worn out just from unpacking.
Now it was time to head out for work.
He was a hunter climbing the tower.
And the time had come to ascend it again.
Truth be told, he could skip a few hours or even a full day, and no one would complain.
But a single tower run netted him so much cash.
Won-jun checked the floors.
Today, he’d finally reach the 20th.
What monsters were waiting up there?
Truth be told, he didn’t really care—what mattered was how many mana crystals he’d get.
No extra loot for side cash yet, just crystals.
“Hoo...”
This surging energy.
His internal energy was back.
After thirty years in the martial world, Won-jun was intimately familiar with his vast reserves—and he secretly loved these moments of reconnection.
“Hmm...”
At the 20th floor, the monster names were starting to sound serious.
“But still.”
This predator’s instinct from his past life.
No sense of mortal threat.
No death, plenty of gains.
Why hold back?
Krurrr!
“Huh, up close they’re just big dogs.”
A pack of Black Hellhounds emerged, glaring at him like beasts of prey.
Black-furred, oversized dog-type monsters.
“I’ve got the perfect technique for dogs.”
Won-jun prepared his martial art.
He hadn’t slacked on his breathing exercises—not even compared to the time he spent on sex.
Not back to his absolute prime yet, but confidence brimmed.
“Come on.”
On the path to the boss room.
Won-jun drew the hellhounds closer.
Krurrr!
Monsters baring razor fangs.
Won-jun spread his arms, tucking both middle fingers to his thumbs.
Snap! Snap!
He flicked at the air.
Tat-tat-tat-tat!
“Kieeeek!”
“...”
Won-jun kept snapping.
Snap! Snap!
The hellhounds screamed and dropped one by one.
Snaps into empty air, yet skulls shattered audibly.
“Feels good to dust this off.”
The art was Finger Magic.
A finger flick packing pistol-level punch.
Back in the martial world, he’d used it on third-rate riffraff.
Simple, discreet— he had a soft spot for it.
Snap!
A harder final flick.
The hellhound died without a sound.
“20th floor’s a breeze.”
He hadn’t even hit the boss room yet, but the gap from floor 1 felt negligible.
Still, rewards were piling up noticeably.
Won-jun grinned casually and entered the boss room.
The three-headed monster, Cerberus.
“...”
A smirk.
Won-jun felt zero fear.
“Boss deserves respect? Nah.”
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Three heads.
Three snaps.
Crack!
All three heads exploded.
“Whoa.”
Mana crystals poured out—too many to count at a glance.
Definitely more on the 20th.
“This is convenient.”
Of course, inventory would tally them instantly.
“...Wow.”
Won-jun checked and smiled.
100 mana crystals.
Ten million won.
“Not a huge jump, but...”
Floor 1: 1 crystal.
Floor 10: 20.
Floor 20: 50? Wait, no—steady growth.
Not explosive, but more than satisfying.
Ten million a day.
Pre-tax: 300 million monthly, over 3 billion yearly salary.
For a 23-year-old guy, that’d make him famous.
“Hunters really are the best.”
Before the martial world.
Won-jun had seen hunters as a distant elite—or felt pangs of envy.
Now?
He could live exactly as he wanted.
A world where martial arts earned big bucks.
He might just fall in love with the Black Tower.
“Tasty?”
“...”
Won-jun asked Park Min-ju, whom he’d invited over for a housewarming.
Min-ju slurped the red mala tang broth and nodded.
“Good to hear.”
Won-jun grabbed a piece of kuo pao rou delivered with the mala tang and popped it in.
Texture differed from sweet-and-sour pork, but fried pork was fried pork—delicious.
“Not really my thing.”
“Then why order it?”
“Girls like it.”
Won-jun’s goal: meet girls.
Before the martial world, he could barely handle himself.
College had been all study, no campus romance.
But now?
23-year-old returning sophomore Park Won-jun.
Re-enrolling meant duty to hook up with coeds.
“What, prepping this hard to bag a ton of girls?”
“Just living the college life.”
“No college guy’s like you.”
“What’s that, Park Min-ju? Jealous?”
“Shut up.”
Min-ju, enjoying her meal, furrowed her brow.
“Go brush your teeth quick.”
“Huh?”
“Don’t ‘huh’ me.”
“Hey, hey!”
Won-jun fondled Min-ju’s playfully reacting breasts.
“You’re in my place—time for sex.”
“Say it first next time.”
“We talk during sex?”
“Sigh.”
As Won-jun groped more, Min-ju sighed and stood.
“Mala tang’s good, but you’re tastier, Min-ju.”
“Sweet-talk properly?”
“Fine, suck it quick.”
“I said I will!”
Won-jun tapped Min-ju’s nose with his massive cock.
She hated face stuff, reacting sharply—but Won-jun knew and did it anyway.
Slurp slurp.
“Hah, your mouth’s the best, Min-ju.”
No matter how many times, her lips around him were peak bliss.
Vrrr.
“Sorry.”
Slurp slurp. Glrk!
Won-jun checked his phone.
He stroked her head lightly; she shook it like “don’t.”
‘Hm?’
“...”
Won-jun smiled.
“Why the grin?”
“No talking—keep sucking.”
“Ahh!”
Min-ju asked; Won-jun grabbed her head and pulled forward.
‘Perfect.’
Great girl sucking him off now, scouting the next.
Past, present, future—Won-jun was blissed out.
“Won-jun, it’s been forever.”
“Dude, you re-enroll and don’t even say hi? Rude.”
“Hahaha.”
At the Econ Dept freshman welcome near Wangsimni, Saja University.
No overnighter—just renting a nearby spot, a recent tradition.
Surprisingly many same-year students showed.
Dept folks were tight-knit.
“But doesn’t Won-jun look hotter?”
“Yeah, been working out?”
“Nah, not really.”
“Right! Why dress so sharp? You used to be all casual.”
“Army changes a guy, huh.”
Won-jun smiled at his female classmates.
Didn’t expect the now-seniors to join much.
‘Annoying.’
Freshman year, diligent Won-jun was well-liked.
But he never craved deep ties.
Reasons differed then and now.
Back then: busy, not social.
Now? Simpler.
‘They’re meh.’
Wanting to sleep with one wasn’t enough.
She had to stand out from the street crowds.
No standouts among classmates.
‘Freshmen, though...’
Won-jun scanned the newbies.
Some real catches.
He’d planned cross-dept hunts, but...
Sudden dept loyalty bloomed.
“Seniors, hi!”
“Hey!”
“Nice to meet you!”
“...”
Won-jun wasn’t Mr. Social.
‘Plus.’
Too many eyes to flaunt raw desire.
Narrow targets first.
Who? Tough call.
Won-jun wasn’t shallow.
“Whoa, no way!”
One chatty female classmate covered her mouth.
She’d been talking to freshmen—what about?
“Hi! Park Si-young, class of ’26.”
“Hey.”
“Welcome.”
“She’s the one—huge news, what Si-young said.”
“...”
Won-jun, off to the side amid the buzz, munched snacks.
“Si-young’s from Jeonju, got a confession yesterday.”
“Confession?”
“What, what.”
“Spill.”
20-year-old Econ freshman Park Si-young.
Bobbed hair, pale skin, big eyes.
Cute, innocent college girl vibe.
“So Dong-hyun—my now-BF—we’ve known each other forever. Never knew he liked me? Then I move to Seoul, call from my place, and boom, confession. So I said yes too.”
“For real?”
“Insane.”
“So thrilling.”
“He’s coming to Seoul next week.”
“Lucky you.”
Won-jun’s eyes widened at that.
‘What?’
Childhood friend suddenly BF.
Coming to Seoul soon?
To Won-jun, it rang like:
Hit this before the BF arrives. Window’s short. Hurry.
‘Flirting like this?’
No more deliberation needed.