Chapter 41
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Does the Hunter Mama Dream of Her Exclusive Baby? (6)
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"Tell me again."
"…I was short-sighted."
The walk home was deathly silent. After we gathered at Yang Jihee's house for the loot distribution and some time had passed, the atmosphere naturally shifted to staying one more day.
Oroji said she had no change of clothes and headed out, claiming she'd just go home today. What a quick-witted woman.
Today, though. What an ominous word. Forming a clan didn't mean everyone had to live together, did it? No idea why they all took it as a given.
What a truly regrettable situation. Personal privacy and private life. In the hunter industry that valued work-life balance above all, this was an utterly anachronistic…
"Park Jungwoo. Lost in thought again?"
"Ah, no? I'm not?"
I snapped to attention and straightened my neck.
I was sitting on the carpet with my knees on the ground. Chae Seoah sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, staring down at me intently.
To put it simply, I was getting scolded.
Kneeling and reflecting at twenty years old. No skill had activated, yet Sage Time was hitting me hard.
"Um, Jungwoo seems to be reflecting enough already…"
"No. Not checking the cameras before pulling that stunt deserves even more scolding."
The most absurd part was that.
I'd expected a scolding for using violence or something. Getting chewed out for not being thorough? What the hell.
And from Chae Seoah of all people, a former Vigilante Corps branch chief. My distress doubled.
Chae Seoah let out a deep sigh.
"In clans like the Vigilante Corps, they usually judge guilt by who struck first. If something like that happens again, take a hit even if it hurts, then hit back."
She shook her head like a parent giving terrible advice for a schoolyard fight.
"Yes, ma'am."
"That response lacks sincerity…"
One eyebrow twitched up. I bowed my head low. Chae Seoah sighed again, glancing at the wall clock.
"…We've talked longer than I thought."
A bit? People call two hours "a bit"?
"You can head in now. Sorry for keeping you so late; you must be tired."
Chae Seoah rose from the sofa. I stood up quietly too. Moon Hayeon alternated glances between us, then crept toward me.
"Y-Yeah, you're tired today, so… good night, Jungwoo…"
She leaned in, pecked my lips, and fled upstairs like she was escaping.
…Sometimes, she seemed more embarrassed by a kiss than licking my face. Sighing deeply at the lamentable fact, I staggered down to the basement.
Sleep wouldn't come, so I tossed and turned in bed for a while.
The cause of my insomnia was, of course, Yang Jihee. Her complicated expression all the way home. The way she'd retreated to her room right after dinner. Everything nagged at me.
I couldn't stop dwelling on thoughts that led nowhere, dragging on far too long. And it had nothing to do with my will.
Current Remaining Space: 62% (Major Decline Applied)
Sage Time. This skill window was taunting me with the debuff I wanted to delete.
I never knew a stalled brain could be this inconvenient. My judgment was so shot I even considered jerking off a few times and calling it a night.
Why did I deem that poor judgment? Simple. No matter how much I rubbed, it wasn't going to happen.
As I twisted the sheets in frustration, the heavy iron door opened silently, letting faint light seep into the dark room.
"Huh…?"
"Oh? You're still awake?"
Yang Jihee spoke innocently. She'd probably checked the cameras, so what was this "still awake" nonsense? I mumbled with my lips, then nodded slowly.
"Yeah. Can't sleep… You haven't slept either, Jihee?"
"Hee hee, same here. Mind if I come in for a bit?"
I nodded, and she entered.
She approached without a sound and perched on the bed. I sat up slowly from my lying position, scratching my nape, waiting for her to speak.
Yang Jihee was silent for a long time. In the dark room, she just stared at the dresser topped with a framed wedding photo.
She rose slowly, went to the dresser, and began laying the frames face down one by one.
"Aren't you curious?"
"Huh? About what?"
Without the Sage Time debuff, maybe. But now, grasping the context of her words was a struggle.
Hee hee. She chuckled softly, holding the last frame as she turned to face me.
"About what happened today, or things with my husband."
"Well, sure, I'm curious, but…"
I scratched my messy, pillow-squashed hair. In the darkness-adapted room, I could see her complicated expression.
"You don't have to tell me. It's probably not a good memory anyway. No need to dredge it up."
Just like me. Everyone has a memory or two they'd rather bury.
Yang Jihee's ex-husband. Seo Jihoo, was it? Anything related to him was surely a bad memory for her. No complex calculations needed—I just didn't want to force her to relive it.
Yang Jihee stood frozen for a moment, then set the frame face down on the dresser.
She walked slowly to the switches and flipped one. Dim yellow indirect lighting softly illuminated the room.
"Hee hee, I didn't expect such honesty. I worried the new skill made you too cynical, but that was unnecessary."
Her slightly husky voice had returned to normal. She padded over to the bedside, her figure fully revealed under the brighter light.
Instead of her usual pajamas, Yang Jihee wore a thin slip. Beneath the sheer white lace that revealed half its contents, the curves of her body were plainly visible.
Fabric designed with zero regard for comfort or practicality—pure aesthetics. It might've been less provocative if she wore nothing. She sat beside me, cupped my cheek, and locked eyes.
"Hayeon and Seoah won't come. I asked for some alone time."
No clue when that shady deal went down.
I was getting used to this vibe. The subtle glint in her gaze. The heated body warmth through her fingertips. Slightly parted thighs, tongue wetting dry lips.
Every gesture pointed to the same thing, making me swallow dryly without thinking.
"Truth is, I'm still a little worried."
Her hand rustled over the blanket, landing precisely at my center.
That mere signal—that hint—had my rigid erection pressing against the covers. I flinched, stifling a sound that nearly escaped.
"That maybe you'll end up like that guy."
I recalled Seo Jihoo from earlier. He resembled the worst version of myself I'd imagined right after getting Seeding—his pathetic state.
If I'd met a blonde, muscled, tanned thug that day instead of Moon Hayeon, that might've been me. Goosebumps prickled my skin.
"Th-that won't happen."
"Hee hee, I know. I guess I'm just a worrier."
Like playing an instrument, her fingers moved softly, rustling the blanket.
The stimulation reached my cock through layers of thick fabric. I arched my back, gripping the sheets tight, body trembling.
"But just in case. Before that happens…"
Yang Jihee's hand lifted from the blanket. She climbed fully onto the bed, crawling forward on her knees.
Her slim waist, pronounced hips. The plump ass swayed with each movement below.
Soon, her crotch was right in my face. Through the translucent slip, her underwear showed.
"Shall I teach our baby boy the pleasures of being a man?"
Her voice, lower and raspier than usual, tickled my eardrums. Just that made me want to abandon everything and cling to her—a violent maternal allure.
Her fingers hooked the pristine white underwear, sliding it down slowly.
A long strand formed between the thin fabric and her thighs, snapping. The thick, pheromone-like scent hit me, tensing my whole body.
She pulled the fabric to mid-thigh. Her hand rose again, slipping into the slip's front slit, parting it slowly to both sides.
The sheer lace vanished from view, and right before my eyes, her pink pussy came fully into sight.
With each heated breath she huffed, the plump folds twitched. Her slightly swollen clit quivered.
Yang Jihee gazed down at me with a smile that perfectly fit "seductive."
"How is it…?"
Feeling my heart pound faster than usual, I nodded.