Chapter 185
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 185
Chapter Title: Fucked the Famous Priest. (1)
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All my business wrapped up, I returned home and stared at the mission window, deep in thought.
'A completely new type of mission...'
The mission's content was as lewd as ever.
Rewards changing based on completion rate had happened once before.
But a mission with a strict one-week deadline spelled out like this? Never.
'So... I need to generate as much buzz as possible within that week, huh?'
I had plenty of naughty photos and videos piled up on my smartphone.
A quick edit and upload to the right platform, and it'd pull in views like crazy—I was sure of it.
'The catch is having to use their real names... That's not something I can just post on a whim...'
Of course, I'd mosaic their faces or crop the videos.
'Bojian, Park A-young, Bae Da-hye—they're not famous, so that's fine... But with someone like Is-eom noona or Riyo noona, people would just call it fake...'
Of course, that backlash would be free marketing.
No way the famously man-hating Seol Is-eom would be naked under some guy.
No way the head of the hottest guild right now—the same guild leader who'd shunned men for years—would be riding a dick and shaking her hips like crazy.
That kind of noise would draw even more eyes.
"Oppa. What're you thinking so hard about?"
In the room I shared with Ji-su.
I'd been lying on the bed, mulling it over for a while, when
"Got something bothering you?"
she asked from the computer desk, where she'd been compiling info on the Amazons.
"Actually... a massive mission just popped up... Hold on. Let me write it down for you."
I grabbed a notebook from the desk and jotted down the details. Ji-su furrowed her brow and let out a low groan.
"Ten women? You think you can pull off ten?"
"Uh..."
I counted them off in my head.
Study Room Manager and sugar baby, Bojian.
Animal hospital nurse, Baek Bora.
Massage shop owner, Park A-young.
Cafe owner, Bae Da-hye.
Battlefield Saintess, Ya Hye-jeong.
Ice pussy, Seol Is-eom.
Guild Master Shirobara Riyo.
The villains Eroph, Miho, and Siri.
That made ten already.
"Even without you, that's ten easy. Push a little harder, and I could squeeze in more."
"Why leave me out...?"
"Huh?"
I blurted out a dumb, flustered reply.
"People wouldn't believe it was you anyway. Or they'd think it's a namesake."
"Nah... still no. How could I share you with anyone else?"
I could stomach sharing pics or vids with randos for my growth.
But if it was Ji-su? No way.
"Anyone but you."
"Hmm... possessiveness, huh?"
"Call it the depth of my love."
Ji-su smirked at that and turned back to her monitor.
"If that's how you feel, I'm grateful. Just know that."
"..."
"I'm totally fine with it. If it'll get you better rewards... you can even use my name and upload a video."
"R-really?"
"Remember that one we shot? The AV-style intro where I introduced myself. That'd get a huge reaction, right?"
A flash of that memory hit me, but I shook my head to chase it away.
"Ugh... no. I'd sooner skip the mission."
"Anyway, let me know if you make any. I'm curious what videos go up—and the reactions even more."
I said sure and sank back into thought.
First things first: pick the platform and which video to drop first.
"Hello?"
"Ah, Is-eom noona. You free to talk?"
She's right downstairs—why call?
Or is this her way of respecting my man-hating act?
If so, doesn't explain her sticking around every night...
"What? Don't tell me another weird mission and you need my help?"
"Spot on. How'd you guess?"
"..."
"Mind if I post your pics and videos online?"
"...What?"
I couldn't believe my ears.
Post online?
What pics? What videos?
"Don't talk nonsense! Get your ass down here now!"
"C'mon... hear me out. Faces mosaiced, obviously. Tits and pussy'll show, sure... but who'd buy it? 'Some psycho posted pics of this insanely hot chick online.' That's all."
"Insanely... hot chick?"
"Let me, and I'll grant you one wish. Anything you want from me? Kinda hoping for a position or fetish."
"No... absolutely not! Post it and I'll cut it off for real!"
"Ugh... why's she screaming like that..."
Is-eom noona shrieked and hung up.
Looks like I'd have to visit tonight and persuade her with my body.
"Is-eom unnie first?"
"Nah. Starting with Hye-jeong. She's the most famous."
Once vids of her in that signature slutty priestess outfit hit the net, reactions would explode.
"Doubt Is-eom noona'll say yes easy... Time to convince her."
"With your dick, oppa?"
"Ugh... why're you so blunt with the dirty talk? Our kid'll hear."
"It's fine. No booze, no smokes, and I'm mentally chill—that's plenty. They say fetuses don't understand words till week 20."
"Ah... you've researched a ton, huh?"
"You should care more too. Love me like you do? Love our little star the same."
"Mm... can't argue that. Got it."
I'd definitely been lacking consideration.
But... our kid matters, sure. Just doesn't feel real yet?
"Gonna grab some prenatal and parenting books. Make time to read 'em, oppa. If I just say 'look it up,' you won't."
"Ahem... alright..."
"Hello?"
"Hye-jeong-ah. Free to chat?"
"Yes! Of course! Miho-ssi and Eroph-ssi were getting clothes fitted—we're heading back now."
Her bright, cheerful voice instantly lifted my mood.
"What's up? Calling me yourself?"
"Got a mission... Mind if I post your pics and videos online?"
"Sure! Go ahead!"
"For real? Your nudes all over the internet?"
"Ah... that embarrasses me a bit... but for you, Apostle-nim? I can handle it."
Damn.
That's my Hye-jeong.
If this ain't a saintess, what is?
"Hit me up when you're home? Nothing I like so far—wanna shoot fresh."
"Yes! On my way fast!"
Hye-jeong made it home in minutes.
Less than ten—must've run.
"Should I wash up?"
"Nah. Wanna film you just like this. Bedroom."
I tossed the priestess outfit she'd brought to Eroph and headed in.
"Lie on the bed like that?"
"Yes!"
Hye-jeong lay back in her priestess robe, the side slit riding up to her hip line.
I'd agonized over what to film.
Blowjob, paizuri, creampie—tons of options.
'But what screams Ya Hye-jeong? This outfit. Defiling it'll hit hardest.'
Smartphone up, I framed her from the toes.
Sheer stockings peeking skin, the dress-like robe draping long as a skirt.
Slow pan up that killer curve.
Hips that scream "not Korean," tiny waist.
Then those suckable tits fill the screen.
"Ah... my face too?"
"Nah. Mosaic it."
Full body shot, then down, slowly lifting the skirt.
Stockings-clad legs bare now, soon her plump thighs parting to reveal that pretty pussy.
"What... no panties?"
"A-Apostle-nim... so you can use me anytime... I don't wear 'em lately."
"Ah..."
Exhibitionist much?
That her kink?
"Sh-should I put some on?"
"No. Raw's hotter."
"Thank you..."
She beamed at the praise—a smile worth keeping, even if I wouldn't share her face.
I climbed on, settling between her legs.
"Ripping the stockings."
"...Yes."
One hand, casual tear in the stocking.
Slid my dick through for easy access.
Pants off already,
and while waiting for Hye-jeong, Eroph'd blown me—so I was rock hard.
"Ah...♥"
Glans through the hole,
her pussy softly sucked me in.
Stockings blurred the insertion a bit, but for a debut vid? Perfect—not too much.