Chapter 50
Chapter 50
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 50
Chapter Title: Too Many Women, What a Dilemma (7)
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“...What the hell is this?”
Park Won-jun couldn’t stop the laughter leaking out.
It has to be right. It’s gotta be. No doubt about it—exactly what I’m thinking.
Song Hyun-ah, who’d taken a leave of absence, had gotten herself a boyfriend.
And that gentle smile at the end.
It was obvious he really liked Hyun-ah.
Scraaaape.
Won-jun roughly parked the car and got out.
He just couldn’t hold back. He had to confirm if his hunch was correct.
No.
I hope it’s true.
Won-jun harbored that personal wish as he strode forward.
He hoped it would turn into a splendid reunion.
“That’s not Hyun-ah, is it?”
“...Ah!”
“It is you, right?”
“...”
She looked like she’d seen a ghost—her face drained white.
“W-Won-jun oppa...”
“Yep, it’s me. Long time no see, for real.”
Won-jun approached her like he was about to pull her into a hug, and Hyun-ah stumbled back.
Ahh, this loveliness.
It was a fond memory he’d almost forgotten.
“How’ve you been?”
“...”
What good was backing away?
Won-jun swiftly reached out and stroked her hair.
Hyun-ah froze solid at the same moment.
The man who’d raped her was touching her hair with that massive hand, and she couldn’t resist.
“Your hair’s grown out a bit, huh?”
Won-jun just kept smiling.
That slim face suited any hairstyle perfectly.
It used to be almost a bob before, but now it was longer.
Same style? Still got that skinny, pretty body. Model and goddess material, as expected.
“W-Why are you doing this?”
“It’s been a while—let’s chat in the car.”
“I...”
“Hm? What’s wrong?”
‘Why would you do this to me?’
Hyun-ah’s lips quivered, but she couldn’t get the words out.
It was terrifying. Too terrifying.
This man scared her, and the fear imprinted in her still gripped her ankles.
“You look a little pale. Come on, let’s go.”
With her wrist seized by Won-jun, Hyun-ah squeezed her eyes shut as she was dragged along.
She couldn’t resist at all.
“Ah, nice.”
Won-jun half-forced her into the passenger seat.
The good memory of taking her to a hotel that day and having sex bubbled up, making him grin instantly.
“Who was that guy with you?”
Won-jun asked while stroking her hair.
“M-My boyfriend.”
“I see.”
‘Knew it.’
Won-jun felt such a surge of pride that he wanted to squeeze her tight in a hug.
He’d thought contact was cut off and hadn’t planned to dwell on her, but in that time, she’d gotten a boyfriend.
It felt like receiving an unexpected gift.
Back then, he’d had sex with the inexperienced Hyun-ah, and now here she was on leave with a boyfriend.
He just couldn’t hold back.
“...”
“Hyun-ah’s legs are still gorgeous as ever.”
Won-jun caressed her long, pretty legs.
With that skirt on, they were just begging to be touched.
Of course, since he’d already done everything, would he settle for this much?
“Oppa...”
“Yeah?”
Her trembling, panting form.
Unfortunately, this 21-year-old college girl didn’t know that a predator gets even more excited by fear.
“Nervous ‘cause it’s been so long?”
Won-jun said with a sleazy grin.
‘Driving me crazy.’
This shivering woman—it was too damn good.
The pure desire to leave a mark in a fine woman’s memory.
By forcibly taking her virginity, Won-jun had achieved that goal.
His actions back then weren’t meaningless.
‘This time...’
Last time, he’d gone hard, half-thinking he wouldn’t see her again.
Even Won-jun, who tended to go easy on first times, had pounded mercilessly into her slim, virgin body.
‘It was good.’
Won-jun decided on the concept for this reunion.
Since it was Hyun-ah, it’d be perfect.
“Let me out.”
“Hm?”
Hyun-ah mustered her courage. But not quite meeting his eyes meant she was still cowed.
“I’ve got business with you—what do you mean, let me out?”
“You remember what you did to me, right?”
“Huh?”
“I could make a fuss about it, but I let it slide.”
Somehow, she got the words out without stuttering.
Won-jun wanted to praise her: Good job.
It reminded him a bit of Park Si-young when he’d woken up after their first time?
“So, what—you gonna report me or something?”
“...Gasp!”
Hyun-ah was so startled she could only make a sound.
This guy’s hand on her chest way too fast.
“Not big, but such a pretty shape.”
And as if mocking her, he kneaded her breast.
Won-jun had no qualms groping the tits of a woman trying to draw a line with words.
Her reaction just changed how he played the concept—nothing more.
“But what did you mean you could make a fuss?”
“Don’t do this.”
“How exactly are you gonna make trouble for the most crucial hunter in tower raids—with immunity privileges, no less?”
Won-jun chuckled.
Politicians or celebs always tumbled from scandals or reports.
Dudes who couldn’t keep it in their pants made those mistakes.
But in that era, that situation, no one of status got booted from the mainstream over it.
Essential people didn’t get caught up in that crap.
In a world with hunters, Won-jun was the most indispensable man in Korea.
Hyun-ah couldn’t touch him.
Korea was sensitive to sex scandals. Fail the tower for a year, and catastrophe hits—but women’s groups trying to blow up a special hunter’s misconduct didn’t matter. They couldn’t target someone truly vital.
If a special hunter got hit, it’d only be if the Hunter Management Bureau saw them as replaceable.
It was far too late.
“Threatening trouble means you weren’t into it last time, even if I enjoyed it. Gotta reflect on that, huh?”
“Please... stop...”
“Oh, I get it. We went to a hotel all friendly-like and fucked, but afterward you didn’t like it. So you wanna sue? Go ahead. I’m curious what happens if I get charged with rape.”
“I’m sorry. I’ll stay still, just let me go.”
“Hm? You saying you’ll do whatever? Sounds fun. In my book, you’re the woman who sabotaged our tower raid. National false accuser. Something like that? Kinda sad.”
Won-jun’s mocking tone.
Before long, Hyun-ah was trembling and tearing up.
Won-jun ignored it—no, his hands kneaded her body even harder.
“Nah, that’s too much hassle. How about I make our Hyun-ah disappear without a trace one dark night...”
Suddenly, Won-jun cut himself off.
‘Ah, didn’t think of that.’
He scrapped his premeditated plan.
“Kidding. Why would I do something scary to someone I don’t even hate?”
“Sob... sob...”
Won-jun’s sudden gentle tone. But Hyun-ah, in extreme terror, burst into tears.
She only knew he was a special hunter of immense status.
Instinct told her messing with him wrong would bring something worse. Terrifying.
‘Oopsie.’
Won-jun’s original plan was to push harder.
Threaten more viciously, scare her till she pissed herself crying.
But stupidly, he’d forgotten this was his car.
He was so used to creampieing faces without a care for makeup or washing up.
‘Gotta reflect.’
Having fun responsibly wasn’t the same as being reckless.
And Won-jun didn’t dislike Hyun-ah. Quite the opposite—he liked her.
Her roundabout accusation of rape, threatening trouble?
Just a kitten or puppy’s cute antics.
That brief menacing tone? He just wanted to see her tremble, resist, or beg.
Too bad it was the latter, not the delicious former.
“Anyway, we met after so long, and just groping your pretty body tells you what I want, right?”
“Oppa.”
“Got stuff today, so tomorrow. Last time sucked for you, but I’ll do it right this time.”
An outright demand for sex.
Way too bold and rude.
“You know I have a boyfriend.”
“Fuck him today, me tomorrow. What’s the problem?”
“Please, please don’t. I got done by you—no, did it with you, and the next day...”
Hyun-ah couldn’t even call it rape outright.
But she had to cling somehow.
Thinking of being pounded like that day gave her chills.
“I was too scared to even look. From that day...”
“Ah, so it’s sex phobia or something?”
“Yes.”
“Then I gotta cure you.”
“Huh?”
“You got it ‘cause the sex sucked. I’ll take responsibility and fix it. Cool, let’s do it today. Nearest hotel.”
Won-jun said while stroking her shoulder—like Si-young’s, but whatever.
A man and woman meet for the miracle of new life through essential sex.
Even as she said she feared it, he beamed innocently.
Hyun-ah truly felt like she was facing a devil.
Of course, misunderstanding. Won-jun had no intent to harm her for real.
Just a woman worth fucking, with a fun backstory.
And a bit of sex doesn’t hurt or kill anyone.
‘This is why kids these days are so fragile.’
Back in the martial world, no one dared say it to his face, but behind his back, he got called old fogey a bit.
“Oppa, please, even now.”
“A girl telling me to wash up, strip, and stop. Hmm, even I—who gets called mild-mannered—might get a little pissed, Hyun-ah.”
Park Won-jun, who loved hearing he had manners from those around him, said.
He’d dragged Song Hyun-ah straight to a hotel.
Forcing her to text her boyfriend some bullshit about feeling sick and heading home soon.
“Lie down quick.”
“...”
Even with a tearful face, she obeyed well.
Won-jun smiled in satisfaction.
‘Today feels like a rest day or something.’
Like running into an old friend on the street, and them treating you to a nice meal.
“Still the same as ever, Hyun-ah.”
“...”
Facing her fate head-on, Hyun-ah squeezed her eyes shut.
Won-jun admired her pretty, cute, hairless pussy.
He’d made Park Min-ju shave hers quick after falling for this one.
‘Guess it wasn’t a lie.’
Sober as she was, Hyun-ah trembled violently.
Looking ready to burst into tears any second.
‘In that case.’
He had to take responsibility and fix it.
Sometimes, burning a wound cauterizes it away.
More intense sex would erase the painful memories.
Won-jun, genuinely feeling like she’d gifted him, decided to return the favor.