Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: A Man Who'll Do Anything (1)
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[Park Min-ju: But I'm tired... I might just crash soon?]
[Me: It's fine. Just seeing your face is what matters.]
[Park Min-ju: Liar.]
"...·"
A soft chuckle escaped Park Won-jun's lips as he typed away on his phone.
She's so damn cute.
"Alright, alright."
Evening had arrived, and he'd called Park Min-ju over too.
With all preparations complete, Won-jun got to work.
He hadn't introduced himself as a Hunter to those around him until he'd become a Special Hunter, but he still considered his real job to be Hunter, not college student.
After all, the thing that let him provide anything money could buy—climbing the Tower.
College was little more than half-hearted entertainment for him now.
"Let's go."
Won-jun stretched his shoulders, gearing up to head to the Tower.
Today was a more special day than usual.
Won-jun could now enter floor 30 of the Seoul Tower.
The requirement to become a Special Hunter was to clear floor 30 in both Seoul and Busan.
In truth, the same floors in different Towers had virtually no difference in difficulty, so it was just a matter of time.
That's the problem, though.
For Won-jun, who'd cleared even floor 29 at S-rank, the biggest obstacle was sheer annoyance.
You could only enter the Tower once a day.
So when the hell was he supposed to clear floors 1 through 30 in Busan?
"Sigh."
Won-jun let out a deep breath.
Of course, troublesome shit always cropped up.
Still, what had to be done, had to be done.
Won-jun hit the entry button without hesitation.
His surroundings shifted in an instant.
The process of entering the Tower never ceased to amaze him, no matter how many times he'd done it.
"...·"
Having steadily trained his body and circulated his breathing techniques, Won-jun felt a surge of immense power.
"Sounds like a name with some gravitas."
Black Knights—elementary school boys would lose their minds over a name like that.
Shing.
Footsteps and the sharp clank of weapons echoed.
As Won-jun drew a little closer, enemies sprang out from all directions.
Knights in black armor, armed with swords, spears, axes, and more.
"Hm?"
Won-jun spotted a knight wielding a sword.
It was charging at the front, aiming to cleave him in two.
Perfect.
Thud-thud.
Won-jun dashed toward the knight.
Crack!
He drove his right fist straight into its chest plate, shattering the armor.
Nothing inside?
Once the armor crumbled, the interior was hollow.
Of course, it was turning to dust and fading away, so yeah, it was dead.
Swish.
Won-jun picked up the fallen sword.
That had been his goal from the start.
The charging knights closed in. Won-jun gripped the pilfered sword and assumed a stance.
It's been a while.
Right hand on the hilt, left pressed to the blade.
The Azure Palace Infinite Sword Art, taught to him as heir to the Namgung family.
He'd once saved the family head's life, earning the right to learn their exclusive swordsmanship.
And now, in this Seoul Black Tower, that art was stirring back to life.
"Heavenly Thunder Sword."
The ideal initial stance of the Azure Palace Infinite Sword Art for facing multiple foes.
Lightning crackled around Won-jun.
Shing.
He swung the sword, unleashing a flash of thunderous energy.
Boom-boom-boom!
Like a display of terrifying inner power, the lightning engulfed the knights.
"Whew."
It had been ages since he'd unleashed swordsmanship after relying on bare-handed martial arts.
Of course, calling it "ordinary" swordplay would be a stretch—it was far too flashy—but Won-jun was satisfied.
"Huh?"
Crunch.
The sword in Won-jun's hand snapped.
"All show and no substance, huh?"
It had looked decent enough, but it couldn't withstand the inner power of his technique.
Then again, back in the martial world, once Won-jun reached top-tier master level in his province, regular weapons couldn't handle his power either.
"Here we go."
Floor 30 clear was almost in the bag.
Won-jun strode into the boss room like a confident general.
"Ho ho."
This one was different.
The boss lounged in a chair, chin propped up like some king.
Spotting Won-jun, it slowly rose.
Sword in one hand, shield in the other.
Build similar to the grunts, but as squadron leader, its armor was ornate.
"Yellow Dragon Palm!"
Crack!
It hadn't taken long to put it down.
The squadron leader's armor shattered under Won-jun's palm strike.
Mana Crystals rained down.
"Ooh."
And something like a shard gleamed.
So this was the equipment material that dropped later.
Won-jun stored it in his inventory and checked the count.
"Hmm."
200 Mana Crystals. With the double bonus, that meant originally 100.
20 million won in cash value.
Earning 20 million in one go.
He checked the materials too.
Doubled, so originally 5?
"Gotta get these appraised."
Won-jun planned to head straight to the Hunter Management Center after.
Then pick up Min-ju, fuck, eat, and cap off a perfect day.
Squelch-squelch.
"Ahhhng! Aaang!"
The bed thundered under them.
Flesh slapping against flesh.
A woman's lewd moans.
Squelch-squelch.
"Hoo."
Park Won-jun was roughly fucking Park Min-ju.
He'd hoisted her legs up, pounding while watching her face.
Seeing Min-ju's tear-streaked face after full insertion drove him wild.
"Getting used to my cock now? Sounds so good."
"Ack! What're you saying, it still hurts! Aaang!"
"Just admit it—you're gushing more each time."
"Shut up! Haaang!"
Won-jun's hips didn't let up.
He got off on the conquest, seeing what she liked.
Every time with Min-ju, he paid attention to angles and positions that made her feel it most.
He hadn't yet found anything more thrilling than dominating a woman.
He'd blackmailed his way to Min-ju, and Park Si-young—currently in conquest—was being tamed through deception.
For pleasure, Won-jun wanted to use everything short of physical violence.
"Ah, but Min-ju, you're extra pretty today."
Feeling his climax build, Won-jun admired her face.
Not celebrity-level beauty, but memory bias or their history made him cherish her still.
"...·"
When a woman's face looked this good, another urge hit.
"Gonna cum."
"Ahng! Ah, not inside."
She'd taken countless creampies, but always hated it.
Won-jun felt a bit wronged this time too.
"Aaang!"
His cock slipped out of her pussy.
"Hey!"
"Hands away."
Won-jun warned her first, then pressed his cock to her face.
Ensuring she couldn't block it.
"Ugh, fuck."
Splurt-splurt.
Powerful spurts from satisfying sex. The pleasure made him curse involuntarily.
"...·"
Semen flooded Min-ju's tightly shut eyes in seconds.
Eyes, nose, mouth, hair, elegant neckline—all drenched. She couldn't open her eyes.
"Ah, no."
"...·So fucking pretty."
Her face, dolled up to impress him, now a mess of his cum.
How could any man not find that adorable?
"I did my makeup... why on my face...·"
"'Cause you're pretty. Wanna cum on it."
"You bastard."
"Go wash up quick."
Seeing her pout, Won-jun wanted to hug her tight.
"Tasty?"
"...·"
After their first round, the two ate.
Min-ju nodded at his question.
"Good. You pick the menu from now on. I eat anything."
"Hmph, fuck."
"Why the curse?"
"It's just so fucking ridiculous."
She grumbled, popping a piece of tuna sushi.
"A guy who cums all over a girl's face acts all sweet now."
"I am sweet."
"You're a total psycho the more I see."
"...·"
Won-jun chuckled.
Fair enough—his actions weren't exactly normal.
"Park Min-ju."
"What."
"Just move in next door."
"What're you on about."
"School's far, it's a hassle."
"...·"
"And I wanna see you more often."
"Ah, what the hell."
She shuddered at the sappy words.
"Living together could work, but I need alone time sometimes, and I like a girl with her own privacy."
"Everything on your terms, huh."
"You're my slave, right?"
"...·Psycho."
Her harsh words.
But after spending so much time with her, Won-jun sensed no real negativity.
As expected.
Min-ju liked being dominated. She found comfort in it.
No—most women probably did.
Unless they were exceptional or insanely lucky, most people preferred less choice, less responsibility, more ease.
"Whoa, so many people."
"This place is huge, insane."
The Yeouido department store, wildly popular with Seoul's 10-to-30 crowd.
Park Si-young, Saja University Economics freshman, had come with two hometown same-sex friends for fun.
Maybe it was three 20-year-old girls giggling at falling leaves, but laughter kept bursting out.
"Hey, hey, come here, come here."
Si-young's middle school pals, Kang A-rin and Baek Jin-ju.
Jin-ju gathered them for a selfie.
All holding desserts from the food hall.
"Ah, my legs hurt."
"Crowded 'cause of all the people, but fun."
"Ah...·"
But wandering without a spot to sit was wearing them down.
At 20 and broke college kids, it was just pretty snacks from the food hall.
"Look at those lines."
"Skip that one."
Starbucks, Coffee Buffet, Hollow Coffee—all franchise cafes in the store were packed, no seats.
"...·"
Si-young glanced at her friends.
These precious two who'd come for her before school started.
She wanted to treat them right, but no seats anywhere.
Ah!
Then it hit her.
"Hey girls, wanna hit the lounge?"
"Lounge?"
"Huh?"
Si-young smiled awkwardly, leading them.
"This place is so nice."
"Shh, quiet."
A-rin shushed Jin-ju.
They'd arrived at the department store's VIP lounge.
The highest tier at the Yeouido branch, no less.
"Can we eat this?"
"Snacks are fine."
Si-young offered carefully.
Coffee and cookies were free upon entry.
"Whoa, Si-young, you're the best."
"How'd you get into a place like this?"
"Well...·my cousin's VIP, doesn't use the store much, so he gave me his app account to use sometimes."
"No way."
"Your cousin's loaded."
Si-young brushed it off.
What do I do?
Last date, Won-jun had casually mentioned the department store app account.
Same brand as Apgujeong that day. VIP status over 100 million won let her in.
But she was still rationalizing. Using his gifts freely didn't sit right yet.
She'd left the luxury bag at home for that reason.
Still, she wanted to do something for her friends.
"How old's your cousin?"
"Mid-20s?"
"Young and rich, damn."
"He got a girlfriend?"
"Hey, dream on. Different world."
"What, I just asked?"
"Anyway, thanks Si-young. Experiencing this."
"Yeah, so fancy. Let's take tons of pics."
"Thanks...·"
Different world?
Si-young agreed.
That day with Won-jun. A loving couple might splurge once in a blue moon, but casually like him? Impossible.
"Si-young, how was it with your boyfriend?"
"Hm? Oh, Dong-myeong? It was good."
"Ooh, jealous."
Si-young kept up the awkward smile.
She'd met boyfriend Kim Dong-myeong briefly yesterday for a date.
"...·"
Fun? Not sure.
No adult spice, just wholesome puppy love like high school.
They'd hung out a few times back in Jeonju—same extension.
Won-jun's date was worlds apart. Luxury shopping, fine dining in classy ambiance, swanky hotel lounge bar.
The end was scary even with rationalizing, but before that? Cinderella vibes for a 20-year-old.
"Look at that painting—is it real?"
"Decor's gorgeous. Hey, pic, pic."
"Haha...·"
Her friends fawned.
Definitely classy.
Si-young recalled her day with Won-jun.
They love it. Showing the bag would blow their minds.
"Huh?"
Phone buzzed. She checked the message.
[Senior Park Won-jun: Si-young, you free tomorrow?]