Chapter 75: New Human Alliance (5)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 75: New Human Alliance (5)
The day before the Old Hag was set to torture Kim Hye-yun, I went to have a private meeting with Moja.
Ever since I pledged my loyalty to the Alliance, I had been producing semen twice a day.
Since my volume was three to four times greater than the average man's, producing ten times the usual amount daily made me a top-tier employee.
Whether it was because of that or because this place was just naturally lax, the guards were quite accommodating to my requests.
If I said I wanted to eat something, they brought it; if I said I wanted to exercise, they took me to Park So-won.
Aside from being locked behind bars and under surveillance, I felt like a VIP at a hotel.
When I said I wanted to see Moja this time, they led me to her without a single question.
Moja, who had been lying on the sofa playing games, stared blankly at me when I suddenly showed up. She told the guard to leave and stood up.
Despite claiming she was only here as a mercenary, Moja’s room was quite decorated.
Whether it was her personal taste or not, the walls were covered in posters I didn't recognize, and the slight messiness of the room suited her personality.
"What are you here for?"
"I came because I wanted to see your face, Moja."
"Hahaha, you're really trying to hit on me? You're a funny guy. Sit. Let’s hear what kind of bullshit you’re going to spew."
Moja kicked some items off the sofa with her foot to make room.
Carefully sitting down to avoid the things on the floor, I looked at Moja, who was half-reclining against the armrest.
"You're not actually part of the Alliance, are you?"
"Hmm... where did you hear that? Should I beat the answer out of those idiots in the collection room?"
"Where I heard it isn't important."
"Well, fine. I'm a fixer. So?"
Moja admitted it coolly and stared at me.
Her eyes were filled with curiosity about what I would do next, mixed with a condescending look that suggested nothing I did would go according to plan.
Looking into those eyes, which in a way seemed like those of a mischievous child, I smiled and spoke nonchalantly.
"Do you want to betray the Alliance?"
"... ..."
Her arrogant expression went blank for a moment.
But soon, a distorted smile that didn't care about appearances spread across her face, and Moja laughed loudly, slapping the sofa.
"What was that? Ahahaha! Are you stupid, or just bold? Man, you're really entertaining. You always make me laugh."
However, contrary to her words, her expression hardened as she continued, and a murderous intent began to radiate from her.
The bloodlust felt like it was binding my entire body, crawling up and tightening around my throat.
"There are other women here, but the fact that you approached me means you think I'm the easiest target, right?"
"No, I approached you because I think you're the strongest."
Though my throat felt tight, I answered calmly.
"To begin with, the Old Hag is a psychopath, so I don't trust her at all. And besides, neither the Old Hag nor the Wild Boar are a match for you, are they?"
"Wow, you're really going for it. Calling them the Wild Boar and the Old Hag... they’d love to hear that."
"You're not going to tell them."
When I spoke with a smile, Moja looked at me with an annoyed expression.
Then, she lifted her feet from the sofa and started poking me with them.
"You seem to be acting up because you trust your face, but this isn't Square Garden. No one’s going to pat your ass and call you cute here."
Moja’s slender legs, still in her shoes, moved to rest on my shoulder.
Her pale legs, revealed by her short black shorts, caught my eye.
"You must think everything goes your way because you grew up being pampered, but I told you, I’m not really interested in men."
"Then are you a lesbian?"
"No, I’m just not interested in general. I don't understand why everyone is so obsessed with sex."
Moja clicked her tongue and scratched her head.
As I was looking at the gap between her thighs, which had opened because she put her leg on my shoulder, her foot suddenly became heavy.
"Urgh—!"
Moja, who had used her leg strength to pin me down, brought her eyes level with mine and gave a chilling smile.
"Kid, you're going to get yourself killed. Stay quiet while people are still being nice to you."
Just then, Park So-won entered the room.
"... ..."
Park So-won looked at the leg on my shoulder and then turned her gaze to Moja.
Only then did Moja release the pressure and pull her leg back, giggling.
"The Wild Boar is here?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Do you know what he called you? He called you a Wild Boar. And he was trying to seduce me into betraying you so I could kill you."
I didn't go quite that far.
Upon hearing Moja’s words, Park So-won’s eyes turned toward me.
Her expression was blank, but her eyes, filled with hidden rage, were trembling slightly, and the corners of her eyes twitched.
"Oh, you're in trouble now~"
As she strode toward me, Moja laughed at me.
— SMACK!
A hand the size of a pot lid swung and struck me right in the jaw.
I was dazed for a moment, and when I came to, I was looking at the ceiling.
I must have been knocked over the back of the sofa just from that one hit. Moja leaned against the backrest and looked down at me.
"Whoa—didn't you hit him a bit too hard? If he loses consciousness, our Madam will scold us."
Behind Moja, who was speaking mockingly with a nonchalant face, Park So-won stood.
"... ..."
Just as Park So-won’s hand was about to reach her, Moja reacted, and I also undid my handcuffs and sprang up.
Phut!
With the sound of escaping air, a heavy impact hit my forehead, and my head snapped back.
Click—
Moja, whose arm had been grabbed by Park So-won, tried to use a skill but stared blankly at the handcuffs now locked on her own wrist.
"Whew... whew... I almost died."
I spoke while blood trickled down my forehead.
Even as my head was snapped back, I had lunged forward and managed to get the handcuffs on Moja’s arm.
"Yeon-woo, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It'll heal if I just put some spit on it."
What kind of skill is that powerful?
I had concentrated my barrier on my forehead to increase its density, but it was still pierced.
I had stacked four layers of barriers, narrowing the range to maximize strength, and it was pierced by a skill fired in that split second?
I shuddered to think what would have happened if Moja had aimed somewhere other than my forehead.
Now a normal person due to the handcuffs, Moja hung dangling from Park So-won’s grip on one of her arms, staring at me.
"How did you block it?"
"I should be the one asking. I had a four-layered barrier up; how on earth did you pierce it?"
"I used minimal mana but maximized the penetration power. More importantly, how did you know I would attack your forehead?"
"You showed it to us once when you ambushed us."
The technique Moja used was the same one she had used against the driver who pointed a gun at us during the ambush.
That invisible, high-speed skill had accurately targeted the driver’s forehead, and I simply guessed that an experienced person like her would aim for the same spot.
Moja tilted her head back and laughed in disbelief.
"You weren't stupid; you were bold. I never dreamed you would have recruited the stubborn Muscle first. Hey, why did you flip? Do you like men that much?"
Moja used her free arm to punch Park So-won in the chest.
"Yeon-woo is different from other men."
"Oof, you're head over heels, aren't you? So that's why you were acting so smug. Impressive."
Even while dangling by one arm from Park So-won’s grip, Moja remained composed.
I stood up, staying on guard, not knowing what she might do.
"Picking us off one by one... brilliant. The Old Hag and the Madam won't stand a chance. Don't tell me you've already taken care of them? Or am I the first?"
"You're the first, Moja. Because you're the most threatening."
"I'm honored. Hey, Muscle, there’s no such thing as friendship among fixers, but you betray people way too easily. Dammit. Fine, kill me."
I thought she was composed because she had an ace up her sleeve, but looking at her now, she had simply resigned herself.
To maintain such an attitude in the face of death showed she had real grit.
Park So-won looked at me with an uneasy gaze.
Even though we had coordinated this beforehand, she probably still didn't think it was possible.
"Why give up on life so quickly? You can live if you betray them."
"Hah? No way. Can you guys even trust me? If I say 'I'll be on your side from now on!' are you going to happily unlock these handcuffs? No. This kind of thing is only possible when mutual trust is established."
"Then let's build that trust."
I treated my forehead while approaching her and took off her hat.
"Hornet... you picked a fitting nickname. The sting in my forehead really hurt."
They say her nickname came from the fact that most of her victims were found with a thin hole in their foreheads.
When I took off Hornet’s hat, her blue hair, tied in a ponytail, swayed.
"What are you trying to do, setting the mood? Trying to seduce me? Hey, Muscle, your boyfriend is making a move on me."
Hornet, joking with Park So-won who was silently holding her arm, looked at me.
"Want to make a bet?"
"What? What kind of bet?"
"You said you were frigid, right? If you come for me, you sign a contract with me. If we're in a contractual relationship, we can trust each other, right?"
"Pfft, whose idea was this? Muscle, was it yours? No, no. Muscle knows me. Hey, you're trying to seduce me with some sex fantasy women dream about, but didn't you hear from Muscle? I don't feel anything at all."
"If you're confident, let's bet. If you come, you sign with me. If you don't, I'll let you go."
Hornet stared at me in silence.
Realizing from my gaze that I wasn't joking, she let out a hollow laugh of disbelief.
"You're going to regret this."
"Why would I regret being able to sign a contract with you for such a low price?"
"You're awfully confident. Fine, try it. My poor pussy might as well taste some cock for the first time in a million years. Not that it'll get wet, though."
At my glance, Park So-won lifted both of Hornet's arms.
Hanging from her like a human restraint, Hornet watched me undress and then turned her head.
"Muscle, are you really okay with this? You saw it too. I told you I don't feel anything."
"Yeon-woo is different from other men."
Despite Hornet’s casual tone, Park So-won answered seriously.
At her calm expression, Hornet furrowed her brows and looked down at me as I reached for her chest.
When I pulled up her light tank top, her small, fist-sized breasts spilled out.
"I wondered why you weren't wearing a bra. It's because you have inverted nipples."
"So what? Does it make your dick shrivel up because it's gross?"
What is she talking about?
Do the men in this world dislike this?
"No, I like them. They're cute."
When I smiled and brought my mouth close to her breast, Hornet fell silent, as if she had never heard such a thing before.
Since she didn't have sex often due to her frigidity, her areolas were still a soft pink. I traced them with my tongue, circling around.
As I pushed her soft breast upward, the areola holding the nipple protruded as if it were about to pop out.
"... ..."
Hornet continued to look down at me with an indifferent expression.
The tip of my tongue delved into the areola, teasing the hidden nipple.
The nipple, which seemed like it could be caught but kept shifting away from my tongue, was relentlessly tormented until a small gap opened and it peeked out provocatively.
"It came out. Are you excited?"
"That comes out no matter who touches it. Don't get excited over that. And for a boy, do you always have such dirty words in your mouth?"
It wasn't a bluff.
I sucked on her nipple while removing her shorts, but her open crotch was not wet at all; it was parched.
Even as I stroked the dry entrance with my finger and teased her clitoris with my thumb, there was no sign of vaginal fluids.
"Now you see? I don't feel anything."
Hornet spoke with an expression that was somehow both relieved and disappointed.
Ignoring her words, I lowered my posture and brought my mouth close to her dry pussy.
Ptui—
When I spat the saliva I had been gathering in my mouth onto the entrance, her pussy flinched and clamped shut.
"You—you! What kind of disgusting thing are you doing?"
Hornet squirmed in embarrassment, but since she was held by Park So-won, only her pale legs flailed about.
Her breasts, exposed through her fluttering baseball jacket, shook, and her protruding nipples trembled.
Looking up at the flustered woman, I rubbed her saliva-drenched pussy with my palm.
"Since you aren't getting wet, I'm using it as lubricant."
"Crazy..."
Do people in this world not spit on genitals?
It shows up all the time in foreign porn.
Well then, I shall introduce her to this new culture.
Once the inside of her pussy was sufficiently moistened with saliva, I stood up and took out my cock.
"... ... What are you... are you on drugs or something?"
"This is my natural state."
"I told you he was different."
Park So-won, standing behind her, muttered to Hornet.
As I pressed my massive, erect cock against Hornet’s crotch and ground my hips, the saliva I had spat smeared onto my cock.
"Could you spit on my cock for me?"
"Why the hell would I do something so disgusting?!"
I told you, it's a new culture.
Hornet was flustered.
The more flustered and mentally disarrayed she became, the easier it would be for her to feel excitement and pleasure.
Her pussy had already begun to feel the hot cock and was pulsing at the entrance.
Facing her, I lowered my head and let my own saliva drip onto my cock.
Hornet’s eyes widened, and her face flushed red as she blankly watched the saliva trail down from my mouth.
"My cock is wet enough now. Shall we begin?"
"Mine isn't."
"It'll get wet as we go."
I met her eyes as she spoke curtly, gave her a bright smile, and thrust my hips.