Chapter 19
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 19
Chapter Title: What the Thief Left Behind (2)
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"Haa, ah..."
Moon Hayeon shoved me away forcefully. I writhed, trying to yank my arms out from under her armpits. Of course, it was no use.
Not huge, but her perfectly shaped ass swayed just a little. It was pure female instinct. My gaze swung back and forth like a pendulum without me even realizing it.
"Nngh...!"
The moment I took a step forward, my cock brushed against the soft fold of flesh between her ass and thighs. Chae Seoah, leaning her upper body slightly forward, stared obsessively at my dick before suddenly looking up to meet my eyes.
Her pink pupils were brimming with arousal. Ever since she'd bared her true self, she wasn't even trying to hide it anymore. Her cheeks faintly flushed, she worked her small lips.
"Huu, ngh, ah... uh..."
Tsch... tsch, tschub...
As Moon Hayeon thrust her hips forward, my body naturally pitched ahead with her. My cock slowly slid into her soaked stockings.
I'd been too frantic shoving it in and shaking before to notice, but this time was different. Without the tattoo messing with my head, my clear mind soaked in every bit of pleasure.
The tip of my glans tingled as it grazed the cum-smeared stockings. That sharp, slippery sensation made my waist buckle. My cock got sucked into the taut space between her thighs, and her ass pressed against my lower belly.
Hek. A hot breath rushed out through my throat, squeezed between Moon Hayeon and Chae Seoah's bodies crushing me from both sides.
"C'mon, Jungwoo... you got this..."
Moon Hayeon's waist rubbed lightly against my ass back and forth. With each grind of her hips, my cock got stroked nice and slow.
Not intense, but that precarious pleasure crawled up my spine. It felt like they'd grabbed the edge of orgasm and stretched it out, making my upper body shudder like I might collapse any second.
"It feels... ngh, so good... inside, it's twitching... like crazy..."
Haa. Chae Seoah's overheated breath burst from her lips. Every time my cock rubbing tight between her thighs brushed under her panties, her straight back arched faintly.
"I-I'm... gonna... cum again..."
I flailed my arms unconsciously, grabbed her long twin tails, and unwittingly shoved my hips forward hard.
"G-Go, Jungwoo... you can do more..."
"Hngh... mmm, ngh, ah..."
Her suppressed moans started leaking out. With her hair yanked back, Chae Seoah's cheek rubbed against the wall.
Pang! Pang! Pang!
Moon Hayeon's rhythmic hip thrusts made the sound of flesh slapping ass echo through the cramped room.
"Ahh, hng, uh, hnngh, ah, ahh..."
Each fleshy smack drew moans from my mouth too. The bit of cock peeking from between her thighs grazed her skirt.
Her firm, slick thighs wrapped tight around my shaft, while the swaying fabric teased the tip. My gaping mouth drooled a drop without me noticing.
"M-More, yeah, faster..."
Chae Seoah clenched her thighs a bit. Caught between that squeezing grip and her urging, I bucked my hips desperately.
Even as Moon Hayeon pulled back a little from behind, I stayed pressed lightly against her. Following Chae Seoah's lead, chasing the pleasure with my thrusts...
Pyut, pyurur, blub, pyururur...
A weak ejaculation spilled out. My legs buckled, threatening to give way, but Moon Hayeon's arms under my pits kept me upright by force.
Moon Hayeon stayed right there. Perfectly. She pushed my ass forward with her thighs, grinding my cock flush against Chae Seoah's.
"It's not... all out yet, right, Jungwoo...?"
Heh. Heh. Her low chuckle carried a strange heat in her voice.
I sensed what was coming and, for the first time. On my own will. Let go of reason's last thread.
*
Three days passed. To clarify upfront, Park Jungwoo was still a virgin.
Of course, it wasn't due to his iron will or firm resolve. It was just the result of an unspoken agreement between Moon Hayeon and Chae Seoah.
But that didn't mean he'd gone through the ordeal unscathed.
The cramped house reeked of semen. No matter how much they aired it out, the stench soaked into clothes and blankets wouldn't fade—it was pointless.
Park Jungwoo was milked relentlessly, without a break. By hand, tits, thighs. While eating, showering, resting. Even right after waking, he'd been edged until his waist gave out.
At first, he wondered what he'd done wrong. But he'd stopped thinking that way. It was beyond his comprehension.
Park Jungwoo thought: All he'd done was shower at his own place and come out in thinner clothes. How could that be so offensive?
And so, the three knelt on the floor in a circle. Chae Seoah calm, Moon Hayeon fidgety, Park Jungwoo forcing a stiff face.
"I really can't live like this anymore."
"B-But, Jungwoo..."
"You know I haven't done anything for three days straight."
"The tattoo's still on your stomach. Better to stay inside than risk going out recklessly."
"Oroji's caught anyway. Nothing left to bother us... well, not nothing. Anyway, this isn't right."
Chae Seoah tilted her head curiously.
"Oroji was released yesterday."
"...What?"
"No matter how great the Vigilante Corps thinks they are, they're just a clan in the end. Not a government agency—they've got no right to hold people."
"Th-Then why'd they arrest her?"
Chae Seoah, kneeling, tapped her own nape.
"They slap a tracker choker on here and let 'em go. So they can pinpoint locations when needed. Made from monster materials—super durable, and it alerts if it's badly damaged."
She boasted proudly about the clan that had chased her off, which looked a bit ridiculous, but Park Jungwoo wasn't laughing—he was stunned.
"No way, that's..."
No matter how into hunters he was, he couldn't know every dirty industry secret they hid from the public. As he stared blankly, Moon Hayeon chimed in cautiously.
"Y-You heard, right, Jungwoo? It's dangerous outside. Let's stay, h-home..."
"No."
Park Jungwoo snapped to at Moon Hayeon's ploy, not missing a beat. He eyed her pouting face and Chae Seoah's disappointed gaze, speaking in a deliberately firm tone.
"It's been a week since I became a hunter, and I still haven't done jack. I wanna do something... anything."
Catching criminals counted as achievements, sure. But what he craved was diving into gates.
Time was short to build skills and experience, yet here he was getting drained at home. The impatience was killing him.
"...Oroji won't target you for a while if she's smart. But what about the other effects?"
"That's..."
Truth was, no plan. The tattoo was fully etched into his skin. Maybe placebo, but the arousals seemed more frequent.
The post-nut emptiness and helplessness sucked, but worst was how it wouldn't stop until every drop was wrung out once it hit.
If it flared mid-fight, he could die. Park Jungwoo's face fell.
"Still, I..."
Moon Hayeon and Chae Seoah's pupils trembled at his look. No matter how good it'd felt, three days of virtual house arrest was house arrest.
Seeing him so pitiful right after guilt-tripped them hard.
In the end, Chae Seoah raised the white flag first.
"...Fine. I know a capable healer—I'll reach out."
"Really?!"
Park Jungwoo, head bowed, jerked it up. Tears welled but his face lit with eager hope as he stared at Chae Seoah.
She looked away, burdened by his gaze.
"...Don't get your hopes up. She's super busy, and we're not that close..."
"Of course! Thanks, Seoah!"
Kneeling, he crawled over and grabbed her hand on his knee. Ahem. She cleared her throat shortly.
Moon Hayeon sidled up and placed her hand on his.
"J-Jungwoo. What about me...?"
You didn't do shit. He almost snapped, but looked at her. Her wilted expression, scanning his face like a pup scared of abandonment.
"Thanks to you too, Hayeon. You cook, take care of everything..."
His tone was grudging, but Moon Hayeon didn't care. She gripped his hand tight, muttering darkly under her breath: Hehe, hng, heh. Thanks.
*
The healer Chae Seoah mentioned replied fast: Come anytime, make yourself at home.
The next day, early lunch after their usual morning routine, they left the house with windows open, the room still wafting fresh semen scent.
To meet Korea's most infamous divorcee.