Chapter 45
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 45
Chapter Title: Does the Hunter Mama Dream of Her Own Baby? (10)
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"Actually, before I came here, I was really worried. What if Jungwoo saw me as some kind of stand-in for my ex-husband...?"
"Ah, no, I didn't think that at all...?"
I tried to lie, but it was so obvious that I just clamped my mouth shut. My chest twinged with guilt. Honestly, the thought had crossed my mind a little.
As she shifted slowly on the bed, the sheets rustled softly. Moving on all fours, she spoke again.
"I know it might feel a bit unfair to bring it up now... but seeing how much you liked it, I just can't hold back. Mind if I say it?"
Yang Jihee, settled between my spread thighs, leaned forward slightly, her massive breasts pressing against the mattress and emphasizing their full volume.
Her softly pursed lips brushed against my cock, then pulled away with a light smack. She gently lifted my limp shaft with her hand, rubbing it against her cheek as she looked up at me.
"So that you never have those thoughts again from now on..."
Pressed firmly against her soft, plush cheek, blood started flowing back in, my cock gradually hardening. On my semen- and precum-smeared, musky shaft, she planted two tender kisses, as if it were something precious.
"I'll cherish you even more from now on."
Yang Jihee said with a smile.
She climbed slowly up my body. Wiping the semen and precum from her lips with the back of her hand, she cupped my cheeks with the utmost care.
Her lips drew closer. Her eyes half-closed, eyelashes trembling faintly, her blue eyes gazing at me as if seeking permission.
A strange, mingled scent of semen and precum wafted from her near lips. Kissing had always been a chore to me, so it didn't bother me much.
For me and my clanmates, who hadn't met under normal circumstances, maybe kisses laced with this kind of scent suited us best.
The heartbeat—whose it was, I couldn't tell—thudded loudly in my ears. Expectation for pleasure mixed with an indescribable feeling, all plainly showing on my face.
"...Yeah."
I had no idea what to say, so I just gave a short nod of assent. And took the initiative, pressing my lips to hers first.
After blowing your load once, don't you just look back at what got you excited and wonder why the hell that turned you on?
Exactly that feeling.
"Ughhh..."
Every joint below my pelvis screamed in unison. Late lunch. Staggering out of the room on unsteady legs, all I felt was shame.
"No debuff at the end, and yet... why..."
Gripping the wall, I wobbled toward the bathroom, muttering to myself. The pathetic display I'd put on last night kept haunting my mind.
"Mama... fuck, what was with calling her Mama..."
I smacked the back of my head. What the hell had I been thinking to say that? Every word I'd blurted out in the heat of the moment felt like black history piling up.
And here I was, at twenty, creating black history I hadn't even made back in eighth grade because life had been too hectic. Wise-up time hit even without a skill.
Of course. The skill was working diligently.
Current Remaining Space: 2% (Massive Increase Applied)
Eating and sleeping should fill it by 30% a day. Down to 2%. At this point, isn't one side already necrotic?
To check on my lower body's well-being, I paused in the hallway and tugged at the waistband of my pajama pants.
"You're up?"
"Gahhh!!"
I yanked my hand away in panic. The snapped-back elastic smacked my lower belly. Clutching my stomach and groaning, I looked up.
From around the corner by the stairs, Yang Jihee peeked out, staring right at me.
"Hehe. Sleep well?"
Unlike me, she looked full of energy, like she'd properly nourished herself last night. Her face glowed with a healthy sheen. It was ridiculous to behold.
"No, I slept a bit restlessly..."
"Oh, come on. You were out cold in my arms, snoring like a baby."
Words failed me again. I clamped my mouth shut, opting for defensive silence.
"Hehe, no need to be so embarrassed. What happened last night stays our little secret."
"Well, obviously..."
"Right? So, we'll save 'Mama' for when it's just us two. Got it?"
She said with a playful wink.
I seriously pondered how hard you'd have to hit someone's head to make them lose their memory.
"Still, it made me happy. I never thought you'd say something like that..."
"Ah, that was..."
The pondering didn't last long. Last night's words resurfaced. She'd make sure I never felt insecure again. Wasn't that basically a confession?
My face burned hot. I pressed a cool hand to my cheek. Embarrassed and a bit sorry, but not wanting to lead her on with misunderstandings, I spoke calmly.
"That was just... the heat of the moment."
"Oh? 'Please rub my cock more and make me squirt'?"
My flushed face went ice-cold.
I dropped my hand from my cheek and leaned against the wall with a sigh. Yang Jihee smirked slyly.
"Don't worry. I won't make you say it again. Not yet, anyway."
Hehe. Seeing her cover her mouth with that mischievous smile, a sudden thought crossed my mind: maybe my suspicions weren't off-base after all.
I hurriedly changed the subject.
"Anyway... just hitting the bathroom, then I'll head up."
"Oh? Gotta pee?"
I flinched. My body shuddered involuntarily.
A strange dissonance hit me, and I glanced down. My shriveled, dried-squid cock had swollen again, tenting the pajama pants slightly.
I stared at Yang Jihee with wildly twitching eyes. She covered her mouth with her fingertips, letting out a sultry "hehe" laugh.
"Oh my. So energetic this morning. Or should I say, erect-ic..."
"I'll be right up!"
I half-fled past her into the downstairs bathroom. A soft chuckle trailed behind me.
I slammed the door shut with a bang and collapsed onto the covered toilet seat.
"She did that on purpose. On purpose..."
Haah. A hollow laugh escaped me.
No wonder she'd sung the pee-pee song every time I tried to go last night. Now even hearing the word made my cock stand at attention.
Yeah. Lucky it's a word I never use normally. But what if words like that pile up?
-Hello. I'm Park Jungwoo.
-Really? First time meeting?
-Nnghoooo...
BAM!!
Confession my ass. No way someone trying to turn me into a word-triggered semen dispenser does something that cute.
My head collided with the wooden bathroom door, making a racket. Amid the stinging pain, I fought back the welling sorrow.
...Of course, this would play out regardless of my will. Resigned to compromise, I opened the door again.
I trudged toward the stairs. This damn house is huge. Everything annoyed me in my misery.
Warm sunlight poured down from the stairs to the upper floor. Frowning slightly, I set foot on the first step.
"Ugh..."
Pain stabbed from my heel up my thigh to my waist.
What the hell did we do last night for my back to hurt this bad? All I remembered was cumming in her mouth, on her tits, in her pussy, ass crack, armpits, face, hands, feet...
"Yeah, that tracks..."
Acceptance and resignation were a hair's breadth apart. No wonder Yang Jihee looked radiant. She'd applied a protein pack.
Recalling the magic of tadpole cream, I tried another step but couldn't make it. Calling someone to carry me up would shatter my last shred of dignity.
There was one way up without much effort...
"...No one's around, right...?"
Anxiety seeped into my mutter. I glanced around needlessly, then slowly lowered my upper body.
Thud.
My fingertips touched the stair. Miraculously, the back pain vanished in an instant.
Maybe humans are meant for quadrupedal movement. How much did we sacrifice in evolution just to free our hands? It felt that good.
With the heavy pain gone, my mood lifted inexplicably. Grinning like an idiot, I crawled up the stairs on all fours.
Great. Just get up top, switch back to bipedal civilized being before anyone sees...
"Hey."
My outstretched hand froze mid-reach for the next step. Stuck there like a handicapped spider with only four legs, I creakily lifted my head.
"What are you doing?"
Oroji stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me. Despite the soft backlighting, her expression was crystal clear—like she'd spotted someone pissing in the street.
Tears prickled my eyes as I desperately racked my brain for the most rational excuse to justify this idiotic behavior.
"Morning exercise...?"
As if.
Maybe if I squeezed my eyes shut and jumped down the stairs, I'd want to die a little less?