Chapter 4
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 4
Chapter Title: Goblin Forest and the Mage (2)
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Perhaps it was an artificial shelter made by hunters who had passed through here before. The cave, well-hidden behind the rock, was quite shallow but also fairly cozy.
Moon Hayeon tossed aside even her expensive staff and laid Park Jungwoo down on the soft dirt floor with both hands. Her touch was so careful that Park Jungwoo felt immense gratitude toward this woman whose name he barely knew.
"You... took down all the remaining goblins earlier... right?"
His consciousness fading, Park Jungwoo mumbled the words with slurred pronunciation. Moon Hayeon, who had been propping up his back and leaning him against the wall, flinched noticeably at his words.
"Ah, no... That was all because of you, Jungwoo..."
"I know that's not true. I just wanted to say... thank you..."
There was no particular reason for Moon Hayeon's guilty reaction. Goblins don't live in groups by nature. Unless an overwhelmingly strong being appears, that is.
If Moon Hayeon hadn't been there, Park Jungwoo would have continued his 1-on-1 hunts and gotten off to a smooth start. Perhaps pricked by her conscience over that, Moon Hayeon, staring at the ground, nibbled her lower lip faintly.
"It's okay. Still, thanks to you, Hayeon, I survived..."
Park Jungwoo smiled weakly, his face lighting up feebly. His half-closed eyes and faintly upturned lips. His small hands fidgeting neatly on his stomach, and his brown eyes shining with pure trust, without a shred of doubt.
Far from blaming her, he seemed genuinely thankful. Moon Hayeon swallowed dryly, her tightly pressed lips twitching beneath.
"You fed them to me..."
"Pardon?"
"...You fed them all to me. You drew their attention, so I could do it... something like that."
Even as she brushed it off, Park Jungwoo didn't notice anything odd. Because he'd circled near the rocks, the paralyzing poison had spread throughout his body, leaving him without even the strength to lift a fingertip.
He just lay there blankly like a doll. Staring vacantly at the small hole in his leather armor, he didn't even notice the strange heat in Moon Hayeon's eyes as she looked down at him.
"Th-then, I'll take it off. I need to suck out the poison..."
Hee-hee. Moon Hayeon's lips twitched upward. Park Jungwoo just nodded blankly. He completely trusted Moon Hayeon, whom he'd met only recently.
He didn't even know what her skill was. He just thought there was no reason for her to have any ill intentions toward him.
Moon Hayeon's hand slipped deep into Park Jungwoo's side. With her head bowed low. She peeled back the stiff leather and undid the buttons— the hallmark of cheap, modernized hunter gear.
'Cute. Want to devour you. Let me pamper you. No, I need to hold back a little more. How can you be this defenseless? Cute.'
Without voicing it, her lips moved busily. She felt her heart pounding and a tingling in her lower belly.
Every reaction from the man before her was stimulating. With each button undone, his shoulders twitched faintly. Even as she lifted his powerless arms and stripped off his top and armor in one go, he showed no resistance whatsoever.
"...The poison seems to have spread pretty fast..."
Her pale, slender fingers caressed the area around the wound. The shallow gash was tinged faintly green. Seeing it, Park Jungwoo made a distressed face. His experience was far too limited to keep calm in such a situation.
"W-will I be okay...?"
"Hic... Of course. It'll be fine once I suck it out..."
Because of her odd word choice, he unwittingly averted his gaze. Moon Hayeon stared at him intently, then slowly lowered her head.
Before her lips could touch, her heavy breasts pressed against his pelvis first. Little by little, as she lowered her body, her breasts rubbed broadly over his clothes and slid slowly downward.
Her breasts stopped right where Park Jungwoo's cock was. Clearly on purpose, she chose to crush his lower body with her torso rather than stretch her neck out.
"Nngh...!"
"A-are you okay...?"
"Y-yeah, just a little stinging..."
Park Jungwoo was terrible at lying. His faintly flushed face. The clenched marks imprinted in the dirt where his hands touched. Above all, the faint twitch of his thing nestled between her cleavage proved his words false.
Hee-hee. A faint laugh escaped Moon Hayeon's lips. Her plump lips touched the wound as she leaned in. At the sharp sting, Park Jungwoo gulped.
"If it hurts, j-just tell me..."
Excitement rising from her lower belly made Moon Hayeon stutter. She placed her hand on his stomach. Firmer than expected, but still smooth flesh—she pinched it between thumb and forefinger, puffing up the area around the wound slightly.
Smack, smack...
"Nngh, ah, it hurts, go easy just a bit..."
"It's fine, it'll feel better soon..."
Not much blood came out. And even if it had, this act meant nothing. The poison had already spread through his whole body. What she was doing now was simply tormenting him.
"Hic, sob..."
Transparent tears fell drop by drop. Moon Hayeon reached out, stroking the back of his hand slowly as if soothing him.
If anyone else had seen, they would have quickly noticed something off about her. It was too long and too intimate for mere treatment.
His long back arched repeatedly, his tongue lolling out now and then as he let out long breaths—it looked like excitement he couldn't hide, no matter who saw.
"I-it'll be over soon. Just bear with it a little more..."
She leaned her upper body in further as she spoke. The expression hidden from Park Jungwoo was even more distorted. With her lips pulled up wide. She kept kissing only around the wound.
Each time her moist lips touched his untouched side. Park Jungwoo arched his waist faintly.
His cock was buried deep in her ample breasts, enough to engulf most. Even as she felt each one, she pretended ignorance and continued kissing the wound.
Her tightly pressed breasts gradually bore down on Park Jungwoo's cock. Swish, swish. To the point where the sound of fabric rubbing could be heard. She moved slowly up and down, stroking the shaft caught in her cleavage.
"Ah, hic, nngh, th-there, something feels weird..."
Park Jungwoo's breathing grew ragged. Moon Hayeon's hand, which had been patting him lightly, was now pinning down the back of his hand.
Once, twice. After rubbing a few more times to confirm it stood fully erect. She finally slowly pulled her lips from the wound.
"...Oh my."
A thoroughly contrived exclamation followed. Her deep purple gaze fixated obsessively on Park Jungwoo's crotch.
Park Jungwoo couldn't close his legs or cover himself with his hands. His erection strained so hard the shape showed clearly through his thin pants, and in shame, he bowed his head, tears streaming down.
Moon Hayeon's cheeks were flushed red. Her neck and fingertips twitched repeatedly. Kneeling on the dirt floor without caring if her clothes got dirty, she rubbed her thighs together and kept lifting her hips.
"...I-it's really swollen. Maybe all the poison gathered here..."
Her long index finger poked poke. As if playing a prank, over his clothes. Slightly startled by the heat transmitted through the fabric. She recoiled her finger, but soon gave in to curiosity and prodded with her nail again.
Park Jungwoo's mind was a mess. Even trying to shake his head vigorously, only sluggish, petulant movements came out.
He struggled to regain his senses. His small brow furrowed and relaxed repeatedly. No matter what, the poison wouldn't go there. Maybe Moon Hayeon was misunderstanding something?
Or... no way. It couldn't be. He desperately denied the near-certain anxiety. He glanced at her cautiously, then barely parted his small lips.
"Th-that seems a bit off..."
"Right here!!"
Moon Hayeon shrieked. She glared at Park Jungwoo with wide eyes. Then, grinning creepily, she continued.
"...All of it's here. So, I need to extract the poison..."
Only then did Park Jungwoo realize he was utterly fucked.
"So, what I'm saying is..."
Moon Hayeon spoke in a soft, gentle tone. She clasped her hands in front of her chest and wiggled her fingers briefly.
To me, that gesture was pure terror. Thinking nothing would happen since she hadn't discovered my ability was a mistake.
My mind sharpened, and the suspicious points came flooding back one by one. A mage who had no business being in a place like this. Her cheers subtly guiding attacks toward her. The dagger that seemed prepared in advance. Her mention of a cave she'd scouted.
No need to piece together the puzzle. I hadn't even seen the picture already drawn for me.
"If it festers or rots or something, it'll be a big problem. So I'll... extract it all..."
Her unusually red tongue licked her lips and slipped back in. Her slightly parted lips curved into a smile.
"Not a single drop left behind..."
...Thinking it over again. I'm fucked.