Chapter 103: The Amateurs' Competition
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 103: The Amateurs' Competition
The party was over, but the aftermath was just beginning.
From those trying to solidify business deals that had only been mentioned in passing to those trying to make up for their blunders, the events of the party continued to ripple outward.
Most of the people approaching me acted like we were close friends despite having barely exchanged a few words, and almost all of them wanted to talk business.
In movies, you just sip your drink, toss out a few cool lines, and that’s it. In reality, it’s incredibly tedious.
I sent everyone who approached me away, telling them to talk to the clan, but the constant stream of contact was getting as annoying as spam calls.
Among them, H&K was being particularly persistent, which only added to my stress.
I hadn't been paying much attention, but since I was currently the only hero using guns, the promotional effect must have been massive.
After seeing their competitor, Poltsmith, pour 4 billion won into buying Kwon Ye-jin’s card, H&K had realized my intentions and were practically begging for just one meeting.
But that ship had already sailed. They should have treated me better when they had the chance.
Of course, there were some people I couldn't just ignore.
Like the CEO of Poltsmith, who had helped me out.
When I showed her the screen of my smartphone with a missed call from H&K, Scarlet—whose grey eyes with a hint of green were quite striking—looked at me and smiled.
"Their manners are as poor as the quality of their firearms."
Scarlet dissed her competitor with a pleasant smile.
She had said she would bring some samples, but I didn't expect the CEO herself to show up.
She seemed to have brought every product they owned, not just pistols; a corner of the Square Garden shooting range was packed with thick black cases.
I had received military training, but I hadn't handled firearms that much before coming to this world. As long as there were no defects, I wasn't picky.
"There's something I need to tell you first."
"Yes, please go ahead."
Scarlet looked at me attentively, her smile never wavering.
My surroundings had changed significantly since the charity event.
I had a debt to settle with Cheon-gung, the Chinese company that tried to play us; I had gained enemies like GRE, H&K, and even Han Byeong-sin; and I had places like Poltsmith with whom I needed to maintain a good relationship.
Maintaining balance in such complex relationships was difficult.
Above all, I didn't think I was the businessman type.
I didn't feel like calculating how to exploit these connections for maximum profit.
The more I tried to crunch the numbers, the more my head ached and the stress piled up.
I really shouldn't be a Clan Leader.
Since the moment I gained this body, my motto had been: 'Live well, eat well, and live freely without stress!' So, I decided to skip the complex calculations.
Let's keep it simple.
I pay my debts. Whether it's a favor or a grudge, I return exactly what I'm given.
"I think it will be soon, but my personal pistol will be made by a Weaponry Creator."
"..."
Scarlet’s eyes wavered, and her smile stiffened.
She had invested 4 billion won based on my word alone, and now I was suddenly saying I’d leave the production of my signature weapon to a Weaponry Creator.
She probably felt like she’d been stabbed in the back.
However, Scarlet didn't rush to express her thoughts. She waited for me to finish.
No need to panic; I’m paying my debt.
"But, even for a Weaponry Creator, do you think they've ever made a pistol? Or even fired one?"
"Heroes use cold weapons, so their know-how in firearm manufacturing can't possibly match Poltsmith's."
"Exactly. That's the point."
I smiled brightly, responding to Scarlet’s confident answer.
"You helped me, Scarlet, so I should repay you. How about this? A collaboration with the Weaponry Creator to produce the first-ever firearm specifically for heroes."
Scarlet stared at me with a blank expression.
In any field, the title of 'the first' is important. Even more so if it's a product.
Exclusive for Heroes.
As I gradually made a name for myself in the dungeons, interest in firearms was growing.
As time passed and I reached higher ranks, interest in the convenience of guns would only increase, and so would the demand.
Currently, I was using a standard gun that didn't even use monster materials, but as more people started using them, guns designed specifically for heroes would have to emerge.
It was the opening of a completely new market.
For a firearms company that was currently being shunned by heroes, a market that no one had yet explored was opening up?
Even with my lack of business sense, I knew I had found an inexhaustible gold mine.
If it went well, heroes might start carrying a pistol as a sidearm even if they weren't Gunslingers.
Guns were just that convenient and effective as weapons.
Even now, some heroes carried them, but those were strictly for suicide.
Carrying a gun just to kill oneself—the blow to a firearms company's image must be devastating.
"Oh my god..."
A new blue ocean, a boost in brand image, and the title of 'the first' to be recorded in history.
Having finished the calculations in her head, Scarlet let out a faint, trembling breath, her body shaking slightly from the thrill.
"Is this enough of a repayment?"
"No, this isn't just a repayment. You are Poltsmith's benefactor."
Scarlet looked at me with eyes sparkling with respect.
Even if I was famous, I was still only C-rank, so the immediate demand for hero-exclusive guns would be low.
Clans were just starting to show interest, so it would take a few more years to truly settle into the market.
Scarlet, being a businesswoman, would handle that part.
I just had to work hard using the gun co-produced by the Weaponry Creator and Poltsmith.
I had been worried because the Weaponry Creator had no experience with guns, but that problem was solved too.
As long as the creator wasn't some stubborn old-timer who would scream "A collaboration?!" and act like a snob, everything was set.
Regardless, since there was still no word from the Weaponry Creator, I had to use standard guns for now. I tested the firearms Scarlet brought and picked a few.
With a minor promise to provide unlimited firearms and ammunition, Scarlet left, saying she would visit again once the Weaponry Creator arrived.
She really is a passionate person.
As I practiced my marksmanship, getting used to a Poltsmith pistol that looked similar to a Glock, Sung Hee-na approached and watched from behind.
Taking off my tactical headset and turning around, I saw her tucking her short hair behind her ear with a shy smile.
"Do you like the new pistol?"
"Yes, the grip is good and it feels stable. I like it."
"The advantage of Poltsmith guns is that they rarely malfunction."
Since I had been neglecting my shooting practice lately due to dungeons and other matters, Sung Hee-na seemed happy just to see me at the range.
I wanted to practice some trick shots while I was at it, but since there were people around, I figured I shouldn't.
I thought for a moment and then spoke to her.
"Square Garden is so big, you're probably not used to the building interior yet, right?"
"Yes. I know the places I go to often, but I still get lost sometimes."
"And with so many people, the bathrooms must be inconvenient to use, right?"
"Huh? The facilities are so good that I've never really felt that, even when it's crowded... Is it different for men?"
"No, it's just that I know a bathroom where no one ever goes."
As I spoke casually while packing up the pistol, Sung Hee-na fell silent.
Understanding my meaning, she told her teammates she’d be out for a moment and quietly followed me.
We headed to the secluded bathroom Song Ha-el had told me about.
As we stepped inside, the cold tiles and the silence created an awkward atmosphere.
Sung Hee-na, who had entered while checking if anyone was coming, closed the door. We looked at each other for a moment.
Her eyes were filled with a lust she had clearly been suppressing for a long time.
When I opened my arms, she lunged at me and pressed her lips against mine.
A feral Sung Hee-na tangled her tongue with mine and pushed me back.
Helplessly pushed into a stall, she began licking my face frantically while stroking my cock through my pants, before suddenly flinching and pulling back.
"I'm sorry... was I too rough...?"
I lowered the toilet lid and sat down with a smile.
"I like this too. Feel free to handle me however you want."
The moment she received permission, Sung Hee-na kissed me again.
Licking around my mouth like a puppy—I couldn't tell if it was a kiss or foreplay—she pulled down my pants.
Vaginal fluids stretched in thin, long threads as she shed her own pants along with her underwear. Now bottomless, Sung Hee-na climbed on top of me.
"The place isn't soundproof, so watch your voice."
Since I was usually the one leading, Sung Hee-na, taking the lead for the first time, nodded and gripped my cock, aligning it with her entrance.
Slowly, the cock slid into the walls of flesh softened by her fluids.
Perhaps she had finally adjusted to my size, because her insides, which swallowed me without hesitation, tightened around me exquisitely.
Her vaginal walls, which seemed to improve every time we did this, moved as if each part had a mind of its own, stimulating my shaft.
"Mmmgh... I missed this so much... Haa..."
"Me? Or the cock?"
"Both."
Sung Hee-na’s face, with her eyes squeezed shut as she suppressed her moans, was adorable.
"Then you should look at me properly."
When I spoke while touching her trembling cheek, she opened her eyes.
Whether she was moved by my words or overwhelmed by the sensation she hadn't felt in a while, her gaze was deeper than ever.
The vaginal walls surrounding my cock contracted, squeezing tight.
Pushed by the narrowing space, fluids poured out. She placed her hands on my shoulders and began to swing her hips vigorously.
Having ridden me dozens of times by now, Sung Hee-na’s hip movements had improved boundlessly.
My cock twitched in surprise as her pussy ground in circles before dropping down hard, and her vaginal walls bit down firmly as if satisfied by that reaction.
Compared to when she was a virgin, Sung Hee-na had transformed into a lewd succubus, milking my semen.
Splurt! Squelch, squirt!
You see this, New Human Alliance?! This is how you milk someone!
Unable to withstand her pussy as it meticulously stimulated my cock, I was forced to offer up my seed to her.
Reaching her climax at the same time, Sung Hee-na trembled violently, gritting her teeth to stifle her screams.
As she stood up, semen trickled down her thighs from her drenched pussy.
Carefully wiping it with her hand, Sung Hee-na looked at me with lewd eyes and licked it off with her tongue.
It felt good to have turned the once-innocent Sung Hee-na so depraved, but did I go too far?
I stroked her hair as she cleaned my soiled cock with her mouth without even being asked.
Well, all's well that ends well.
*
After enjoying my time with her, I was summoned by Lee Ru-da.
I hope I don't smell.
After sniffing myself, I entered the Clan Leader's office.
Lee Ru-da, who was working at her desk, silently pointed to the chair in front of her.
I sat down quietly and waited for her to speak. She set aside some documents and looked up.
"How was the ship party?"
"There were good parts and bad parts. And I'd prefer to attend parties only once a year—no, maybe once every three or four years."
"Heh. That's a very roundabout way of saying you don't want to go."
Lee Ru-da chuckled and nodded.
"Some say you need to attend many parties to network, but a hero should spend more time meeting monsters than people."
"You're absolutely right."
"I finally have something to do for you as a Clan Leader. The clan will handle rejecting invitations on its own. Just let me know in advance if there's a party you actually want or need to attend."
Whoa—how touching. She’s already helping me so much, and now this.
I shall do my best to bury my bones here at Square Garden.
Lee Ru-da pulled something out of a drawer and placed it in front of me.
"This is one of the annoying invitations. Though it's not for a party."
I read the document, which was an outline for a broadcast program.
It was a survival show of sorts, gathering D and C-rank heroes.
It was a show I was familiar with, having seen clips of it while browsing the internet.
"Do you have some kind of grudge against the Hanseong Group?"
Well, yes... I did sleep with the woman their grandson likes.
Hanseong Group was the name of the company run by Han Byeong-sin’s family.
Looking at the back page, Hanseong Group was listed at the very top of the sponsors.
"Hanseong Group was very insistent on having you. They used sweet talk, saying they’d definitely make you a star and pay ten times the usual appearance fee, but there’s usually something fishy going on when people do that."
"It seems their grandson doesn't like me very much."
"I have no reason to interfere in your personal life. What do you want to do?"
I looked at the documents and shrugged.
"I'll do it. It's only for three days; I can treat it like a vacation between dungeon raids."
"I'm sure you'll handle yourself well, but be careful. We'll be keeping an eye on things just in case."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll work hard to raise Square Garden's reputation."
He’s certainly proactive, coming at me again so soon.
I smiled, thinking of Han Byeong-sin’s face.