Chapter 54
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 54
Chapter Title: The Busty Sponsored Girl Bojian in Crisis (3)
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When I first got the call from the Apostle, I was so thrilled I nearly jumped for joy.
From his frantic voice over the smartphone, I could sense just how desperately he was searching for me.
The Apostle is the proxy of the god.
His will is the god's will.
So for Ji-ham to seek me out was the same as the god needing me.
How could I, a priestess serving Lord Chronos, not rejoice?
Truth be told, claiming I had zero doubts or even a sliver of anxiety would be a lie.
Why had he asked me to suck on his chest?
Why was he committing what could only be called adultery?
Why was he secretly building his strength without officially registering as a Hunter?
Countless questions swirled in my mind.
And those questions were buried beneath claims of "the god's will" or "the Apostle's will."
But I had no desire to unravel them all and uncover some hidden truth.
To think a mere human could fully comprehend a god's intentions was arrogance itself—so despite my doubts, I'd planned to follow the Apostle quietly.
But after today's call from him, I felt utterly convinced.
Indeed, I wasn't wrong after all.
"Do you not know Lord Chronos?"
Warmenbil 506.
The crime scene.
The space where evil was stirring to rape a frail woman.
Exactly the place the Apostle had described.
"Of course you wouldn't. Someone upholding true beliefs and living righteously in this world wouldn't commit such a sin."
With devout resolve, I thrust my right hand hard into the front door. It sank halfway in with a loud bang!
I clenched my fist, jamming my fingers into the door joint by joint.
From inside came a shrill squeak! of pure evil.
"Don't be so scared. Lord Chronos rules over time itself. If you haven't actually committed the sin—if you haven't accumulated any time of guilt yet—Lord Chronos will forgive you."
I slowly tugged the door free, and it began wailing with eerie groans.
But that was fine.
A door like this? I could rewind time and restore it anytime.
With a deafening crash, the door ripped clean off.
Not just the door—the lock and even part of the studio wall got trashed too. But it was all expected.
"W-who the hell are you...!"
The panicked evil stumbled back, putting distance between us.
Darkness always fears the light, after all.
"Rest easy. I'm just a humble priestess serving Lord Chronos. I came here on the Apostle's orders to save that woman over there—and you."
I shifted my gaze behind him.
Deep in the cramped studio.
A lone woman lay on the small bed right beneath the window.
Her top stripped off...
Her eyes glazed and distant...
"Ahh... so you went and laid hands on her after all. What a pity."
"N-now that it's come to this... you and Jian too...!"
The evil charged at me.
But it was pathetically slow. Laughably, absurdly so.
In sinkhole terms, it'd barely qualify as B1.
His right hand reaching for my mouth screamed skill activation, but his form was pure amateur hour.
Worse than the Apostle on his very first spear swing.
Ah... no. That was irreverent. I'd have to offer a heartfelt prayer of atonement before bed tonight.
"Slow."
"...Guhk!?"
I slipped effortlessly into his guard and tapped his gut.
Well, more like gently pressed my fist against it.
I'd originally aimed for his face but reconsidered. Botch the power control, and his head flies off—instant death, beyond my revival powers. A gut punch hole? That I could reverse.
"Good—no hole punched through."
"Groooaaaan......"
The evil clutched his belly and crumpled to the floor.
Writhing in agony, blood dribbling from his mouth—internal bleeding, clearly.
"It's fine. People don't die that fast. I'll revive you before you kick the bucket."
"Jian!"
Then, faintly, I heard the Apostle's voice.
He was bounding up the stairs.
Ahh...
I'd executed his command flawlessly. Surely praise awaited.
"If possible... like that time..."
I licked my lips without thinking.
The feel of lapping at the Apostle's chest came rushing back.
The moment my lips met his body...
When his hand trailed from my thigh to my pussy...
When he caressed me for so long...
The ecstasy gifted by the god. The sight of his proxy writhing in the bliss I delivered...
"How do I even handle this desire...?"
First, I steadied my heart.
I couldn't come off as some flighty slut.
No matter how much my body yearned to lighten up.
I was a priestess of Lord Chronos—and a woman devoted to Ji-ham.
[Mission Success!]
[Rescue Bojian, kidnapped by ex-boyfriend Kang Kwang-beom!]
[Success Reward!][Stopped Time +10 seconds]
I double-checked the mission success alert and replayed the recent events in my mind.
By the time I raced up the stairs, everything was already over.
The studio door and wall were torn apart, and the guy—Gwan Kang-beom or Kang Kwang-beom or whatever—was sprawled in the middle, puking blood.
I froze in shock, but Hye-jeong called my name warmly and pulled me inside.
She casually lifted the shattered door, spun it around, and with a single word—"Restore"—fixed the wrecked space perfectly.
The bleeding bastard on the floor got the same treatment. One "Restore," and color flooded back into his ashen face.
I mumbled, "Incredible...," and Hye-jeong dropped to her knees before me, eyes brimming with eager hope. Hands clasped in prayer, she stressed again, "Just as Ji-ham commanded, I banished the evil with these very hands."
Not sure how to respond, I settled on "Good job. You saved my life," and stroked her head. She let out a weird "Aaaah..." of delight, face enraptured, even rubbing and wriggling against me like it was the greatest praise ever.
Then the revived Kang Kwang-beom bolted upright, flung open the front door, and fled outside.
Unlike my startled flinch, Hye-jeong stayed cool, vowing to drag that evil to proper justice on her watch, then rose calmly.
As even Ya Hye-jeong chased the guy out,
all that remained were Bojian—topless under the blanket—and me, gripped by this odd thrill.
"Boss... th-thank you."
Bojian's voice trembled from beneath the covers.
She'd been seconds from rape—scary as hell, understandably.
"You okay? Body-wise?"
"Y-yeah... I'm fine......"
"Shouldn't you hit the hospital? I should've had Hye-jeong rewind your time a bit... Got too flustered and spaced."
"No... Give it a little time, and I'll be fully healed. I know from experience."
"......Glad to hear it."
Truth be told, I wanted to hop on that bed right then.
Just peel back the blanket, and there'd be Jian, tits fully bared.
One hand grabbing those overflowing breasts, straight into creampie bliss.
But... even I draw the line at pushing sex on a girl who nearly got raped minutes ago.
I shook my head, reining in my urges.
Opportunities aplenty ahead.
Guy's gone now—could take it slow, meet up next weekend easy.
Better to play it warm right now—for the long game.
Sugar baby or not, no downside to winning Jian over.
Sex hits different when emotions run deep, good or bad.
"Rest up through the morning then... Clock in an hour or two late if needed. Take it easy."
"......."
As I released her hand and stood to leave, Bojian clutched it tight.
"C-can you... not go?"
She tugged the blanket down a touch, eyes quivering with fear as she gazed up.
"Alone... it'd be s-so scary... Could you stay just a little longer?"
She drew me in slow.
Guiding my hand right to her chest.
Instinctively, I squeezed.
"Ah......♥"
"......."
Warmth and pillowy softness surged through my palm, fraying my restraint.
"Th-the stuff we planned for today... w-we could do it here... it'd be okay......."