Chapter 133
Chapter 133
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Translator: crow
Chapter Title: Party
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The cabin was pretty nice.
It was a high-end suite with a great view of the sea.
The huge, luxurious bed looked plenty big enough for my large frame—no discomfort in sight for some fun between the sheets.
Sex was important.
I sprawled out on the bed like a starfish.
It was soft enough, supportive in all the right ways. Felt damn comfortable.
Lying there in a daze, I pulled out my smartphone and, almost on autopilot, tapped into Nutube.
No connection.
For an internet addict like me, no signal was a nagging itch I couldn't scratch.
But I still had my Santendo Switch.
At some point, Jin-ah had sidled up, arms crossed, rolling around on the bed fiddling with the Switch while giving me this pitiful side-eye.
I spread my arms wide to her.
"What's that about?"
"C'mere."
"Wasn't messing around on the plane enough for you?"
"Hey, it's not like that."
"........."
I tugged the hesitant girl over and pulled her down beside me, wrapping her in my arms.
"Ah..."
"Comfy, right?"
"........."
Her slightly flushed face, nestled obediently in my thick arms, was adorable.
Just holding a beauty like her lifted my spirits.
I hadn't planned on it at first, but damn if embracing her didn't stir up some serious urges.
'Should I...?'
I licked my lips at the thought.
That's when Alice walked in, having unpacked in her own cabin.
"Whoa... this place is leagues better than my room........ Ah!!"
Jin-ah startled at the sight of Alice and tried to sit up, but I held her tight.
"Me too!!"
Alice dove into my other open arm like it was a pool.
Blissful flowers in both hands.
Even Jin-ah, who'd tried to squirm free, settled in meekly.
Alice, unable to hold back, started fidgeting with her hand on my chest. I could feel it.
Holding them both like that made me want to drag them into a wild sex party right then and there.
But timing was off—just a bit.
Rolling around on the bed with a flower in each arm.
The dinner party was held on the dazzling second-floor deck overlooking the runway.
As we entered the venue, Oracle approached to guide us.
More people than I'd expected.
Not just the serving crew.
Oracle explained they were Guardians sponsors.
"This is David Vermont, captain of this vessel."
"An honor to meet Dragon Slayer Park Un-ho."
A swarthy middle-aged guy.
Couldn't hold my interest, naturally.
Oracle introduced several others while showing me around, but none were beauties, so I tuned them out.
Boring, but Oracle's cute face made it bearable.
"You know her, right? This is Ella."
Finally, someone worth paying attention to.
Two female attendants stood behind her.
A stunning beauty with icy demeanor and long platinum blonde hair.
America's most popular hero—the one who'd hit S-Rank in a record two years before me.
Ella, the Queen of Ice.
She wore a light sky-blue dress that clung perfectly. Suited her to a T.
Even prettier in person.
Like Alice said, just seeing Ella's face made the trip worthwhile.
"Ella."
Short intro, but I was generous with beauties.
"Park Un-ho."
A refreshingly straightforward exchange.
"........."
"........."
Our eyes locked for a good while.
Those strikingly clear blue eyes never got old.
Of course, it helped that she was a knockout.
She broke eye contact first.
She came off as haughty, not the chatty type.
-Huff! Huff!
Ragged breathing from somewhere.
Alice.
'She okay...?'
"Um, c-can I get an autograph...?"
Alice, next to me, timidly asked Ella.
Judging by Ella's vibe, I figured she'd say no, but she hesitated at Alice, then surprisingly agreed.
"Gulp... c-can we take a photo too...?"
One of the attendants stepped forward.
"Sorry, photos are..."
Alice's face fell visibly.
Then Ella intervened, stopping her attendant.
"Ella?"
The attendant seemed shocked—unusual for Ella, apparently.
She knew we were with me, but...
Didn't seem like it was for my sake.
"Whoa! You're allowing it?"
Ella nodded gracefully.
"Oh my, Ella doing photos? Rare sight. I should squeeze in for one too."
Oracle beside me got excited and headed over where Alice and Ella were snapping pics.
"Eek!! Oracle too!!"
Alice beamed ecstatically between the two, posing for shots.
Three gorgeous women huddled for photos—heartwarming scene.
"Send me some pics, yeah?"
"O-of course!"
Alice nodded vigorously at Oracle's request, grinning ear to ear.
Ella whispered to her attendant, who then spoke up.
"Ella would like the photos sent to her too."
"O-of course!! Wanna see how they turned out?"
Alice eagerly showed them her shots.
"Huh? Huh? Th-that's not..."
For some reason, Alice's face turned beet red, flustered.
"Oh my..."
Oracle covered her mouth, eyes wide.
Ella and the attendants' faces flushed crimson.
Suddenly, memories flashed: Alice gleefully snapping pics of my big dick on her phone.
Kissing the tip passionately...
Rubbing her cheek against the shaft for selfies...
'.......Holy... shit...'
Best move in a pinch like this? Play it cool, act oblivious.
Nothing embarrassing about that size anyway.
I had every right to be proud.
The white-haired girl Oracle flashed a sly, mismatched grin and thumbs-up wink at me.
Ella, on the other hand, glared at me with pure disgust.
Misunderstanding or not, her favorability tanked hard.
Alice, who'd leaked the pic, sweated bullets, eyeing me nervously.
What was done was done.
No helping it.
But Alice was in for a world of hurt back in the room later.
Amid the awkward chill, perfect timing—they showed up.
A group in outdated outfits making their entrance.
Two guys, one girl.
They stuck out like sore thumbs.
'More Heavenly Origin Sect types.'
Not hanbok—Chinese garb, which amped up the vibe.
Their clothes had "Wang Cheon" embroidered tackily in big letters.
The young guy up front, looking like a gigolo, was familiar.
China's hero, the War God Wang Cheon.
He led the Wang Cheon Sect.
Naming a sect after himself...
S-Rank Awakener, so no one dared call it tacky.
The guy and girl behind were likely his sect attendants.
'Huh?'
Checking them out, I couldn't hide my surprise. Their lower abdomens... pulsed with energy.
Mana gathered there.
I'd seen it before.
On those Heavenly Origin Sect zombies.
'Dantian? This world has martial arts too?'
Wang Cheon headed straight for me.
"Wang Cheon."
"Park Un-ho."
Casual greetings.
But my informal reply irked him—his thick brows twitched.
Unbelievable.
I was older.
This rude punk.
For Oracle's sake, I held back once.
"Hah... such sturdy bones... truly heavenly marrow."
Creepy how he ogled and critiqued my body, but flattery, so I let it slide again.
That slick face rubbed me wrong anyway.
But his next words? Couldn't ignore those.
"This master rarely offers first. How about it? Become my disciple. Under me, you'll grow stronger. Better to chase dreams in a great nation than a small one, no?"
I wasn't big on patriotism—didn't care about great or small nations.
But disciple?
Ridiculous.
Couldn't hold back anymore.
"Hey, how old are you?"
"...What?"
"You Chinese or what? Don't know respect for elders? Brat with no manners."
I'm no boomer. Informal speech? Fine, whatever.
But this was basic courtesy.
"Hah! You dare speak so rudely to this master, relying on that body alone?"
This master, this master... Wang Cheon was worse than Heavenly Origin—full-blown wuxia nutjob.