Chapter 179: New Members (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 179: New Members (3)
[The Identity of Black Unicorn’s New Party Member is a Villain?! A Former Fixer...]
[Continued ‘Korea Passing,’ Is Jeong Yeon-woo Ignoring Korean Heroes?]
[Poland, USA, and Now Japan—Black Unicorn Becomes a Multinational Party]
[Tsurushima Satomi, What Was Her Track Record in Japan?]
Now that the members have been finalized, the media is in an absolute frenzy.
Hornet expected this kind of reaction, so the Square Garden PR team had already prepared for it.
However, I didn't expect them to nitpick the fact that there are no Korean heroes.
Are they trying to project their patriotism onto Black Unicorn? If they’re going to be like that, they should have complained about the name first.
Black Unicorn? Geomeun-ilgaksun? Black Horse?
Actually, that doesn't sound too bad.
Anyway, I don't see what's so bad about being multinational. It’s not like countries are fighting to the death like they did in the previous world.
As expected, it’s that news agency.
The outlet owned by the Hanseong Group is foaming at the mouth and lunging at us.
These bastards are being a nuisance until the very end.
They drew a firm line saying that what Han Byeong-sin did had nothing to do with the Hanseong Group, yet they’re pulling stunts like this behind the scenes.
If they keep being annoying, I might get petty and refuse to help them later.
I skim through the articles before putting my smartphone down and looking down.
"What... are you doing?"
"Hm?! Business!"
Song Ha-el, who is kneeling in front of me, answers brightly.
I wonder what kind of business involves dipping my cock into a white container.
"When I was at home, I was in agony because I missed Yeon-yu’s cock so much, you know?"
"To the point of... agony?"
"Of course! My body was burning up, but I didn't have the cock that feeds me plenty of thick condensed milk. How could I not be in agony?"
Ah... right... let's go with that.
Song Ha-el looks up at me, her eyes sparkling with passion.
"Ever since I met you, I haven't even glanced at things like dildos, okay? But that day, you were busy, so I couldn't even contact you and had to handle it myself. So, though it's embarrassing, I pulled out a dildo I’d kept tucked away for a long time."
If you know it's embarrassing, wouldn't it be better not to say it?
"But you know what? That dildo I hadn't seen in a while... it wasn't a dildo."
"Was it unusable because you didn't maintain it?"
"No way! I'm the type who maintains my tools meticulously!"
I don't know if I should praise her for that or not.
Song Ha-el taps my thigh as if frustrated and says, "I've gotten too used to Yeon-woo's cock. That thing wasn't a dildo; it was just a jelly!"
"...Did you eat it?"
"No, I mean the texture. It was so limp, like a sausage that had been left in a steamer for four days. I felt like it would just burst if I put it in my pussy. Isn't that horrific?"
I can't relate at all, but I nod for now, and Song Ha-el continues to chatter excitedly.
"And the size! Two fingers? Even if you split Yeon-yu-chan's cock in half, it would still be bigger than that. Ah, don't move your cock."
How can my cock not twitch when you're saying something so gruesome?
To maintain the erection, Song Ha-el pulls my hand and makes me touch her breasts.
"Haa... Anyway, that's when I thought of it. I need a dildo to comfort me when Yeon-yu-chan is busy. Commercial products are too small and limp... Mmm... touch me more there..."
"So that's why you're making a mold of my cock."
I pinch Song Ha-el's hard nipples while looking down at my cock, which is submerged in the liquid that is slowly hardening.
"Exactly! That's when a brilliant idea struck me. I must show the women of the world what a real cock is!"
Look... you're talking as if it's something grand, but you're just making dildos.
As I knead her breasts, Song Ha-el's eyes shine with a look of pride.
"Mmm... isn't it a killer idea? With Yeon-yu's cock, my business will be a huge hit."
A hero who sells dildos... is that really okay?
Carefully pulling my cock out of the hardened liquid, Song Ha-el buries her nose in the container and sniffs like a pervert.
"Heehee... It's strong. I can't smell Yeon-yu at all~"
"Well, that's obvious."
"Ehehe, with this, I'm going to be filthy rich."
Song Ha-el laughs greedily, like a goblin who just found gold.
I hate to say this, but she has no talent for business.
It wasn't a lie when she begged me for money when we first met in the locker room.
Song Ha-el has started many businesses with the money she earned from her hero activities, and she's failed every single one.
The only business she's somewhat succeeded in is the training center where Juna is.
Even that was barely breaking even.
I wonder if this dildo business will actually work.
I look down at Song Ha-el, who is hugging the mold and carefully wiping my cock with a wet wipe, and ask, "But are you saying you're going to reveal my cock to the public without my consent?"
"... ..."
As if she hadn't thought that far, Song Ha-el flinches and starts sweating profusely.
In the previous world, this would be the equivalent of selling a mold of a close female friend's pussy or breasts.
Copyright? Or whatever it's called? Anyway, selling it without consent was something that would not only be illegal but would also earn her the curses of the entire world.
Realizing this late, Song Ha-el's eyes dart around. I put my hands under her armpits, lift her up, and set her on my lap.
"Pay the fee with your body."
When I whisper that, Song Ha-el giggles and slaps my chest.
"Oh, you wicked thing. Yes, sir~ Please put it inside Song Ha-el's top-tier pussy~"
She kisses me and presses her already soaking wet pussy against my cock.
As she moves her hips vigorously, vaginal fluids flow from her pussy and wet the floor.
Are you watching closely, Master Seo Han-na?
As if showing off to Seo Han-na, who is hiding under the sofa as usual, I thrust my hips powerfully.
"I'm sorry, I'm late."
I apologize to the party members who were waiting, having enjoyed myself a bit too much with Song Ha-el.
"For Yeon-woo to be late, something big must have happened."
"Where have you been?"
When Lee Yuna and Yoon A-young ask, I can't think of what to say.
How can I say I was making a mold of my cock?
"Ha-el Noona said she was starting a business, so I was helping her out a bit."
"Unnie is doing it again?"
See, no one believes her anymore.
Lee Yuna's eyes widen in surprise, probably thinking Song Ha-el is starting another business she'll fail at.
"What kind of business is it this time?"
"Uh... I think it would be... better? If you asked her yourself."
"What were you really doing? Tell the truth."
"I'm telling you, I really was helping her with her business."
I tell Yoon A-young, who is looking at me suspiciously, that I really was helping with a business.
Though I can't tell her the details.
"Master, the members have already arrived and are waiting."
At Kwon Ye-jin's words, we head to the room where Hornet and Satomi are waiting.
When we enter, I see Hornet sitting sloppily with her shoes on the sofa, and Satomi sitting opposite her, back straight and perfectly polite.
When Yoon A-young and Kwon Ye-jin glare at her, Hornet gives them a mocking smirk and tilts her chin as if daring them to come at her.
It's going to take some time for them to get close.
"Hello, members of Black Unicorn. I am Tsurushima Satomi, and I have transferred to this party. It is an honor to be chosen by the world-renowned Black Unicorn."
She’s the complete opposite of Hornet. Satomi is so strictly polite that it feels like there's a wall.
It would be nice if the two of them could split their personalities in half, but that's a bit of a shame.
"Yes, nice to meet you. You've seen me a few times over video calls, so I'm sure I'm familiar, but I'm Jeong Yeon-woo, the leader of Black Unicorn. Welcome to our party, both of you."
As if my polite demeanor is disgusting, Hornet sticks out her tongue and pretends to gag.
You're dead in bed later.
Tsurushima Satomi.
Japan has high pride in its samurai, making it an extreme attacker-centric society.
It's not that there are no heroes with support-type skills, but even those heroes are so skilled in swordsmanship that they act as attackers; the word 'support' doesn't even exist there.
Thanks to that, while the rest of the world is focusing on supporters, they are still centered on attackers, claiming that samurai are the best in the world.
The concept of honing one's martial arts is strong, so their melee attackers are certainly recognized worldwide.
The problem is that their pride is so strong that they are going against the changing global trends.
Satomi was a rebel in that Japanese society.
It might seem strange to call such a polite woman a rebel, but she had thoroughly analyzed Black Unicorn.
She probably intended to apply supporter tactics in Japanese society as well, but Satomi's efforts failed to influence the rigid Japanese society.
The Japanese society, which is still dominated by attackers—specifically melee attackers—ignored her opinions, and she eventually lost much of the status she had built as a hero.
Black Unicorn snatched her up for a bargain.
She was about to become a free agent because she couldn't even renew her contract with her original clan, so I talked to her over a video call and brought her to Black Unicorn.
It was good that she recognized the utility of supporter tactics as an attacker, but what was decisive was her thorough analysis of Black Unicorn's tactics.
Am I angry because she tried to copy my tactics?
Why would I be? It'll be easier for me once supporter tactics are firmly established in this world.
I want people to copy them more and use them more.
Anyway, it's only natural to learn a variety of tactics by watching other parties' conquest videos, so it's not a problem.
You don't call the opposing team cheap for analyzing your tactics in a sports game.
Her skills as a melee attacker are excellent, and since she’s already analyzed Black Unicorn's tactics, there's no need for separate training. She even understands Korean. Satomi was perfect.
Her long black hair, tied neatly, reaches her waist; if she let it down, it would probably cover her buttocks.
The balance of her physique, stemming from her good posture, gives off an elegant vibe, and her face, highlighted by her sparkling eyes, is also charming.
Yoon A-young pokes me in the side, telling me to stop admiring her face and snap out of it.
Before I knew it, the introductions were over. Feeling embarrassed, I check the documents and speak.
"Ahem... Hornet, your hero name has become Hornet as well."
"I'm not a hero yet. I only have a temporary license, and I have no intention of getting a full one."
"Yes, you will get one."
As I answer nonchalantly and flip through the documents, Hornet scowls and looks away.
"Satomi-ssi... Ah, should I call you Tsurushima-ssi?"
"There is no need for the '-ssi.' Please feel free to call me by my name. Captain."
Satomi speaks politely and gives a slight nod.
Looking into her clear dark brown eyes, I nod back and treat her comfortably.
"Satomi, you've been up to B-4."
"Yes, though I am lacking, I reached Level 4 with the help of my party members."
Good, that's perfect for a skill test.
"Hornet, you don't have any dungeon experience, right?"
"I do."
"You do?"
I check the documents again and look at her.
Sitting crookedly with her arm on the backrest, Hornet answers with a smirk.
"Why? Am I not allowed to enter dungeons?"
"It's not that you're not allowed, but there's no record. But are you going to keep sitting like that? Should I show you how you should be behaving?"
At the mention of being punished in bed, Hornet flinches and shifts her posture, slightly avoiding my gaze.
It's not exactly polite, but it's much better than before.
I wasn't scolding her for her posture; I was telling her to stop playing around and answer properly.
As long as she does her job, I don't interfere with anything.
When I speak threateningly, Hornet clicks her tongue and tells me about her past.
"Not many times since I awakened. Before that, I went in as a porter."
"You went into a dungeon before you awakened?"
When Lee Yuna asks in surprise, Hornet smirks.
"I guess this doesn't happen much in Korea? America is a big place, so there are quite a few dungeons that heroes haven't discovered."
"But going in as an ordinary person..."
"Unidentified awakened individuals or criminals belonging to cartels go in and out frequently. Since everything you get in a dungeon is yours, kids are good to use as porters. You can even use them as bait to escape in an emergency."
Having spoken of her horrific childhood as if it were nothing, Hornet shrugs at the members, who are just staring at her in silence.
"What? I survived, didn't I? That's all that matters."
"Right. Then I'll consider your experience to be at the level of a D-rank rookie."
"Fine. That's why I like you. I have no intention of being pitied."
Hornet speaks provocatively, but the members don't react.
"You had a pitiful life. Let's be friends."
"What are you now? Why the sudden outburst? I told you not to pity me."
Kwon Ye-jin ignores Hornet's words and pats her on the back.
"It's not pity. It's cool that you overcame such hardships as a child to get here. I still can't forgive you for killing Thunderblue, but I'll understand you."
"Thunderblue...?"
Leaving Hornet, who doesn't understand what she's saying, I stand up from my seat.
"Now that the introductions are over, shall we have a go at each other?"
Hornet and Satomi stare at me blankly.
The two of them are more experienced and more skilled than us.
They'll be perfect for testing the current members' skills while they learn the supporter tactics themselves.