Chapter 37
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 37
Chapter Title: Does the Hunter Mama Dream of a Dedicated Baby? (2)
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"A ton of black-skinned variant monsters popped out, right?"
"To sum it up in one line, yes."
"Hmm..."
Moon Hayeon nodded gravely, her face serious.
"Th-then, it means we weren't the only ones who ran into them, r-right?"
"That's right. Someone already rummaged through all the backs, so the hides were in bad shape. Profits ended up a bit lower than expected."
"Can't be helped. Just coming back alive is something to be grateful for."
"Y-yeah, th-that's... hii... tr-true..."
Tap tap tap.
"We need to power up quickly too. The atmosphere feels off."
"Yeah. D-definitely. For now, we should get... u-used to fighting with buffs..."
"Right. So I looked around for a gate. But it depends on whether Jungwoo's body is up for it..."
"Y-yeah, I'm... f-fine... aaah, uungh..."
Tap tap tap tap.
"Hehe, so diligent... Anywhere else that hurts?"
"Nngh... F-fuuuck, after s-sleeping... it got b-better..."
"But."
Like cutting off the conversation abruptly, Oroji's voice cut in.
She wore an expression that was hard to put into words. If I had to compare, it was like seeing a flying spaghetti monster blasting crimson lasers across the city.
An absurd description no one could make sense of. But that's how it was.
"We're having a serious talk here. Do you have to be doing that?"
Oroji's outstretched finger pointed straight at me.
So, what was I doing in this crucial moment? My head rested on Yang Jihee's thigh, my ass on Moon Hayeon's thigh, as I received the most devoted handjob imaginable.
"Are you embarrassed? It's way better than what goes on at the bank."
"No, that's not it, but..."
"Or is the position not to your liking? Hayeon, want to switch? Lap lap rice."
"Y-yes? B-but then Jungwoo might get tired..."
She must have hit a nerve, because Oroji seemed at a loss for words. Her expression was still subtly awkward, but some things in the world couldn't be helped.
"D-don't m-mind meee..."
"Hehe. Exactly. You never know when that skill might turn you into an idiot."
It wasn't a bad thing, but Yang Jihee murmured softly, letting out a tender chuckle.
"Yeah, n-not bad... h-hehe..."
What the hell was she imagining? Moon Hayeon grinned darkly as she spoke.
It felt like I'd handed them a perfect excuse. But compared to suddenly going dumb mid-fight and charging brainlessly, getting regularly milked was probably better.
...Having thoughts like that meant I was definitely getting dyed by them.
As I tried to subtly lift my head, Yang Jihee pressed down firmly on my shoulder.
"Oh my. Stay still. You haven't gone even once yet?"
"R-right. Stay put, Jungwoo..."
Her slender fingers wrapped around my cock. Then her spread palm pressed against the glans.
Moon Hayeon rubbed her precum-slick palm furiously against the urethra, glancing at my face to gauge my reactions.
"Hoooh... h-hic, hiiik..."
The surging pleasure made my head spin. I wasn't holding back moans because it felt good—it was closer to resignation.
In truth, every time I clamped my lips shut to stifle the sounds, Yang Jihee's index and thumb pinched my nose, forcing me to open my mouth just to avoid choking to death during a handjob—a ridiculous way to go.
Oroji's expression grew increasingly uncomfortable.
Well, who wouldn't make that face sitting in a space that even peak Sodom and Gomorrah would flee from in defeat?
Our eyes met. Oroji suddenly looked pitying as she murmured softly.
"It's not that you don't masturbate... you can't."
With her voice, like she'd unlocked the universe's secret, I came in Moon Hayeon's hand.
"...Hands really are the best, huh."
As I arched my hips into the air, spurting so much cum it oozed between her fingers, Oroji muttered.
"What are you talking about? Jungwoo likes mouths the most."
"Nonsense. It's thighs."
Chae Seoah and Yang Jihee shot back sharply. Their words overlapping, they now glared at each other.
The body parts they claimed I liked best felt oddly familiar, but I forcibly cut off the thought.
-This cow auntie!
-What?! This flat-chested brat!
...I vaguely recalled seeing something like that online. Luckily, no flat-chested brat here meant no "cow auntie" reenactment.
Still, listening to their debate on my favorite body part like it was radio, my mind started to haze. Maybe that would've been better.
"Thighs. The height's perfect, right?"
"Mouth. He loves it when you lick."
The instigator, Oroji, had gone silent. Wise move. Some arguments were pointless to join.
It might've seemed cute, but to me, it was terrifying. I could already picture them rushing to "verify" soon.
Thrown into a cage of lionesses in heat. No, more like a rabbit. I let out a soulless sigh.
"...No. I mean, there's one spot guys like best, right?"
Oroji, pacing by the window, sat back on the couch. Staring at me, she held her palm up, middle and ring fingers together, bobbing them up and down.
...Now I had to worry about my ass too? Before pleasure, a wave of pathos hit me, leaving me melancholic.
"No."
Suddenly, a very firm voice rang out. Yang Jihee. With my head on her lap, I couldn't see her face well, so I subtly turned to peek past her ample breasts.
Yang Jihee's face was rigidly set. Pursed lips. Furrowed brows. Fiercely determined eyes spoke her will.
"Uunh, what was it... oh, f-female corruption...? It came up a l-lot in the materials."
Like with the titjob before. I was immensely curious what "materials" Moon Hayeon meant.
A word combo I'd never heard. Female corruption? Like getting castrated?
"Absolutely not."
Yang Jihee whipped her head around. Her voice cut like a knife.
"No, I'm not saying we should... just that it exists..."
"Don't even mention it."
Moon Hayeon murmured a tiny "Nee." Her pouty lips gave her away.
She won't do it. Of course, it wouldn't go my way.
She wiped the cum off her hand with tissue. Gripping my cock again, she slowly stroked it back to hardness and murmured.
"Jungwoo likes... th-this spot best..."
One hand rested just below her navel.
Chae Seoah and Yang Jihee fell silent. Oroji fled the awkward vibe, standing and walking to the window.
Squelch. Squelch.
In the scene of Moon Hayeon's victory, only the wet sounds of flesh rubbing filled the air.
They say staying still gets you halfway there. Far from half, I hadn't even properly cum once, and mentally lost countless times. I clamped my mouth shut and cursed the world.
"Haaut..."
...A reflexive moan, utterly unrelated to my will.
Current Remaining Space: 92% (Massive Increase Applied)
A couple hours later. Moon Hayeon gazed regretfully at her cum-scented hand, buried her face in it, then went to wash up. Chae Seoah was wiping cum from the floor and sofa.
I still lay with my head on Yang Jihee's lap, peeking at her phone screen.
"Hmm, this one's too far. This one's too pricey..."
Hunter life guzzled money. Gear was one thing, but gates under clan management charged tolls.
You might wonder why charge for nothing, but that's tradition for you.
Plenty of clans made tolls their main income. Yang Jihee endlessly pondered a gate entry platform those clans ran.
"Hmm... How about this one? Close by. Good rank too."
A D-Rank gate near Seoul: Wolf Hill. As the name suggested, wolf-type monsters galore.
"Oh? You know it?"
"Yeah. Think I saw it back when I was checking stuff out before the status window unlocked..."
"Hehe, so reliable. Thorough preparation too..."
Yang Jihee's hand gently stroked my hair. I stayed still. No need to say why—it felt good.
"Then, book it for tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? What about the kid's condition?"
"Ah, I'm fine."
Slept like a log, got recovery skills while out. I felt brand new.
Yang Jihee nodded, tapping her phone. Seeing the confirmation, I slyly got up and stretched.
"Anyway. It's just D-Rank this time. But who knows what might happen like last time, so prep thoroughly today. Head out around lunch tomorrow."
A bit proud of sounding clan-leader-ish, my nose stuck up a tad. Then I noticed Oroji staring at me oddly.
"What?"
"Aren't you wearing pants?"
Ah.
I quietly pulled up my pants and underwear, sagging at my ankles.
...Think I can go again?