Chapter 2

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 2

Chapter Title: First Copy

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"Seong-han-ssi, just two bundles ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠today should do it."

Awakening or not, I still had to clock in. Heading to the underground copy room, I found the cart already loaded with books.

"You worked late last night too, didn't you? Finish this up and head home early today."

"Is that okay?"

"I know you've been pulling overtime for three days straight. No extra pay, so the least we can do is let you clock out on time."

Han Yu-ra, section chief. The only decent person in this hellhole of a library.

Partly because she's a full-time employee and not a contract librarian like me, but there's a bigger reason.

She's an E-Rank Hunter, believe it or not. Sure, E-Rank is just one step above F-Rank, but for a non-combat office job, that's impressive.

Thanks to the 'Scan' skill I got from yesterday's achievement, I could check Han Yu-ra's status window.

It seemed like a simple skill, but its uses were endless. It worked for appraising items, and best of all, it let me peek at other Hunters' status windows—a huge advantage.

Anyway, even if you added up all us contract librarians' salaries, it wouldn't touch hers. No wonder she's so laid-back.

"This place must be tough to work at. Nothing hurting, right?"

"Nah, I'm good."

And look at that body. Just turning to glance around makes those breasts jiggle like a work of art.

Even under her blouse, they're that prominent. What would they feel like bare and in my hands? Not that it's ever happening for me.

...Wait, why not?

That was yesterday. Things are different now. If I play my cards right, it might not be impossible.

The exclusive shop might have something useful. Stamina includes sexual prowess, so 'exclusive' probably means stuff related to that.

Should've checked the shop yesterday. My lips felt parched from pointless anxiety.

"Just so you know, if anyone gripes about you leaving early, drop my name."

"Thanks."

I kept my inner thoughts hidden with a casual reply—no awkward vibes, thankfully. Han Yu-ra smiled brightly and wheeled the empty cart out.

"Take care."

"You too, Section Chief."

Clack, clack. Her heels clicked on the floor, hips swaying sensually.

What would it feel like pounding her from behind while gripping those?

Employee benefits? This is what they mean. After a quick ogle, I locked the door and opened my status window.

'Yesterday, I just window-shopped.'

Stats aside, I'd spent time pondering the new skills.

Location Tracking was obvious, but Marking was tricky.

My guess? Coat the target I want to copy with my semen. But what about copying my own status yesterday?

'My body got coated in it anyway, right?'

It was humiliating at the time, but it fit the skill description. Hands-free or not, ejaculation came first, then the copy.

"Oh, right. Exclusive shop."

I searched if other Hunters had this—apparently not.

Hunter markets, auctions, etc., were just Hunter-branded online shopping malls.

"Let's see..."

Hoping for something useful. In those smut stories, shops like this sell sex skills or items. My mind was already set on nailing Han Yu-ra.

Skills needed a test run anyway. Two birds with one stone—satisfy my urges while prepping for real action. Pure training.

Self-justified, I skimmed the list. With 5,000 coins, I filtered by price.

"Oh."

Fuck yeah, this is it. Not a generic shop for nothing.

Plenty more too—like a sex ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shop catalog. Tough choices.

"Tch, tricky."

Golden Finger and Golden Eye were must-haves. Finger wasn't just for fun; combat potential too.

Golden Eye's weak point detection was gold, erogenous zones aside—probably works on monsters.

Problem: only 5,000 coins. One skill plus Aphrodisiac fits, but Aphrodisiac needs feeding first.

Would Han Yu-ra drink from me? Coffee might work.

'Won't make her jump me instantly.'

We barely cross paths once or twice a day. Even if she drinks, timing and place matter.

1,000 coins for a test? Nah... wait.

"Just copy the librarian?"

When in doubt, it works out.

Golden Eye can wait. Buy Aphrodisiac and Finger. Purchased instantly.

Flash—

"Direct delivery, nice."

The shop sparkled, and a small box appeared. Inside: a drink-sized glass vial and a rolled scroll tied with string.

'Read and rip?'

Not a book. Unrolled: simple instructions.

"Sweet."

Ripped it—no hesitation. Faint light absorbed into me.

Aphrodisiac next... Copying here risks yesterday's mess. Lunchtime it is.

"Work first."

Bust ass, done by afternoon.

Plans later—handle what's in front of me.

Lunch was triangle kimbap and cup ramen. Straight to the bathroom after.

Jerkin' off out of nowhere felt lame, but what can you do? Semen needed for Aphrodisiac or copying.

Today's fap fuel: Yoo Ha-ram's swimsuit spread. Thought S-Rank Hunters just raided dungeons, but guild promo or whatever.

"Fuck, I'm dying."

Not like regular models. Smooth lines with subtle muscle, flawless skin. Breasts nearly as big as her face, perky and proud.

Especially between those long legs—the tiny fabric hinting at cameltoe stirred dark fantasies.

Now a Hunter myself, it was pure lust unlike yesterday. Who knows? Hit high ranks, maybe cross paths with her.

Copy an S-Rank's stats? Jackpot, Powerball-level. And for that...

"Ngh..."

Fantasy of her taking my load spiked the buildup.

Spurt, spurt—

'Cumming...!'

Splurt!

Dizzying release filled a quarter of the paper cup.

Recent stress and no-fap? Several times normal—like pissing.

'Or Stamina stat effect.'

No way to test now. Dick felt slightly bigger, but it was decent before—probably imagination.

Poured equal Aphrodisiac into the cup, mixed. About half full, under 100g.

"Copy."

Prepped semen—no pain like yesterday. Liquid just swelled and sloshed.

"Success..."

"Jackpot?"

30% efficacy worried me, but gone now.

'Just get her to drink.'

Tissue over the rim to hold it tight, stashed in my locker away from eyes.

Then, nearby cafe for two takeout coffees. Hers: vanilla latte with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠syrup.

Americano would've shown color and taste.

Mixed locker liquid in—perfect match. Smell passed; taste? No guts.

'Eating my own load? Hard pass.'

Lurking near the office, spotted Han Yu-ra—empty-handed, perfect.

"Section Chief."

"Seong-han-ssi? What's up? Eaten?"

"Yeah, just did. Grabbed you a vanilla latte too—cool?"

"Aw, love those. Thanks."

No suspicion, smiling as she took it. Gulped a big sip right there.

"Tastes better 'cause you got it. I'll enjoy it."

"No prob. Have a good afternoon."

Felt coworkers' glances—whatever. Tribute coffee to a good boss.

Heading out, she called loudly.

"Seong-han-ssi?"

"Yes?"

"Finishing up and leaving early... you remember, right?"

"Yeah, thanks."

Making sure others heard? True saint.

'Was overthinking.'

Her face seemed a bit flushed. Drug kicking in? Expectations rising.

Wait till quitting time—I'll know.