Chapter 5
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 5
Chapter Title: Goblin Forest and the Mage (3)
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"I-It's okay. I'll... do it well for you..."
A gulp echoed unusually loudly in the quiet cave. Only then did I spot the dangerous glint in her smile, backed by the dim light from outside.
I wanted to throw dirt in her eyes and bolt. But the poison coursing through my body wouldn't allow even the slightest movement.
All I could do was watch powerlessly as Moon Hayeon, who had been standing a little ways off, slowly approached me.
She settled between my splayed legs, like a frog's. With a creepy grin, she reached toward my crotch.
"Huh, wh-what... why won't it... come off..."
Tick. Tick.
The sound of her nails snagging on my buttons rang out repeatedly. Moon Hayeon was struggling futilely with my pants clinging tight.
I quickly figured out why she couldn't get them off easily. Her eyes weren't on her hands—they were fixed on the wall. A closer look showed her fingertips trembling faintly.
Watching her, I couldn't help but harbor a strange suspicion.
"Um... by any chance..."
"Hm...? Yeah?"
"Is this... your first time...?"
Moon Hayeon's face flushed bright red. She pulled her hands away from my waistband and fidgeted, clicking her index fingernails together nervously, mumbling evasively.
Her timid behavior left my jaw hanging open.
I'd assumed she was some pro rapist, given how casual she seemed. But with her gaze averted, lips clamped shut, and not a word in response, that didn't seem right at all.
Maybe there was still room to talk her out of this. A spark of hope surged, and I took a deep breath.
"Hey, Hayeon. How about we stop this? If it's now, I won't tell anyone."
"Y-Yeah... but... I've prepared for so long..."
I doubted my ears again. Prepared? For a long time? For this? It was absurd, but I couldn't let it show.
When I clamped my mouth shut, she started gauging my reaction instead. She chewed her lower lip, then slowly parted her mouth. In a higher-pitched voice, like she was making excuses, words tumbled out.
"...Hunters are all adults anyway. You're the only one who's so small and cute... and weak, too, out of everyone I've met so far..."
Small. Cute. Weak. Each word stabbed right into my chest.
"From the moment I spotted you at the station by chance, I knew today was the day, so I followed you... If I stop here, what am I supposed to do...?"
Where had that bold scream from earlier gone? She just looked fragile now.
I pieced together her halting story with my sluggish brain. Struggling to stay calm, I took a labored deep breath and asked her back.
"So... up till now, no one's been to your taste. You've been preparing and planning to do this to anyone you meet whenever the chance came?"
"Yes..."
The rising hope fizzled out with a pffft. Anger boiled up. As if that could end with a simple "yes." Deep down, I was certain.
This woman wasn't right in the head.
I drew in a deep breath and let it out. If I pissed her off even a little here and triggered Seeding, her basement would become my home until the day I died. It wasn't just a hunch—it was a certainty.
"...You know your tastes are pretty weird, right?"
"Y-Yeah, but... they just won't change no matter what I do... I take care of it every day, but it never goes away..."
I forced my unresponsive facial muscles into the biggest smile I could muster. Grinning so wide it hurt my cheeks, I tried for the gentlest tone possible.
"I'll help you. I'm sure you can get better without doing stuff like this."
"Huh? But..."
I felt my pain-sharpened nerves dulling again. Dangerous. Time to logically talk Moon Hayeon down was running out.
I racked my brain like in those elementary school debates, squeezing out every bit of effort.
"For real. I'll help you until you're okay... so no more of this."
"...Really?"
Emotion welled in Moon Hayeon's eyes. Her hands, which had crept back to my waistband, hesitated and clasped together in front of her chest.
Her cheeks flushed a different shade of red now, thin eyes wide as she stared at me.
I'd done it. Thank god she was a few screws loose. This half-baked persuasion had gotten me past the crisis of a lifetime.
This is why you read hunter memoirs. Life's truths and silver tongue were in books and articles after all. Feeling smug, I spoke in a deliberately kind tone.
"For real. I promise."
"Th-Thank you, Jungwoo..."
For the first time, she beamed a bright smile and nodded vigorously. Even with the same light behind her, she looked stunning now—maybe because she no longer seemed threatening.
Relief washed over me, draining the last of my strength. I leaned heavier against the wall. My eyes started to droop. It felt too easy, but good was good, right?
"Then let's just talk until the poison wears off... Eek!"
A fabric scrape up my thigh jolted my eyes wide. I yelped, but Moon Hayeon just looked baffled at my reaction.
"Wh-Why are you freaking out?!"
"B-Because... you said you'd help... so I wouldn't have to make plans like this anymore... to make it okay..."
Oh. No way.
Had this woman taken "I'll help" to mean I'll stand in for everyone else?
"...You're not... lying to me... right...?"
A dark shadow fell over her face in an instant. One hand crept toward her staff. If I said it was a misunderstanding, she'd bash my brains out with it right then.
Instinct kicked in, and I blurted out,
"No! I'm not!"
"R-Right? Phew, good..."
I clearly heard her mutter that she hadn't planned on asking anyway.
Hic. My body tensed so hard I even hiccuped.
She grinned creepily again and stared at my crotch. With my pants down to my knees, her pale palm slowly landed on my exposed underwear.
"Gray... b-boxers, huh... Triangles would've been better..."
Like appraising its shape, her wide-open palm rubbed slowly over the fabric.
"Nngh... Ah, hnn..."
My jaw went slack. A soft moan slipped from my parted lips.
Whether from the poison or because it was someone else's hand, the pleasure racing up my spine was incomparable to when I did it myself.
She watched me intently, gradually speeding up her palm. In just a few strokes, my shrunken fear-softened dick swelled taut again.
"Hnn, ah, ngh, haa... St-stop..."
"So cute..."
Drool trailed down my chin. Shame burned through me. I wanted to die. Unable to muster even token resistance because of my limp body—that crushed me into despair.
My dick, beyond my control, twitched desperately under her touch, lifting the elastic waistband slightly. The tip of my underwear darkened a bit.
"Must be... really pent up..."
She hooked a finger and peeled off my underwear. Freed from the fabric's pressure, my erect dick sprang up stiffly.
Moon Hayeon covered her mouth clumsily with one hand, face even redder, staring fixedly at my crotch.
"Smaller... than I thought... snnf, s-so... snnf, cu-cute..."
...A closer look showed she wasn't covering her mouth. The hand that had been rubbing my underwear was pressed to her nose, inhaling sharply enough that I could hear her breath against my skin.
'Sc-scary...'
I knew people with tastes like hers existed, but seeing it up close hit different. My first time being rape was terrifying and pathetic enough, and even with my crisis sense dulled by poison, the fear was crystal clear.
She inhaled so deeply her upper body lifted slightly. Each time her head dipped like a broken puppet, her ample breasts jiggled.
Her appearance was objectively alluring—plenty would call it seductive. Eyes glazed like she was drunk on my scent, thighs clenched tight on her knees. Even the tip of her tongue peeking from parted lips screamed erotic.
If she'd been on a screen, I might've gotten pretty turned on. But this was harsh reality.
"Ah, it... went soft again... That's cute too..."
She, who had been sitting a bit away, scooted even closer. One hand on my thigh, she peered at me against the wall.
"B-But... like this, you can't do anything..."
She mumbled in a dejected tone thick with disappointment. Fidgeting, she inched cautiously toward me.
"If I do... this... will you... get some energy...?"
"Do wha—"
The now-close Moon Hayeon grabbed the back of my head and yanked me forward.
"Mmph!!"
My face plunged into her plush underboob. Cheeks, forehead—every inch crushed seamlessly by soft water balloons.
To breathe, I barely pried my mouth into the scant space near her solar plexus. Pant, pant. I gulped air desperately, then exhaled.
"Ah, n-no, not like that. Use your nose..."
She grumbled like she was annoyed, then gripped the back of my head harder. My face buried completely, no gaps.
'Sw-sweat smell...'
Truth be told, most of our time in the gate had been walking. The humid air meant sweat had naturally beaded under her breasts.
To survive, I sucked in air frantically. Each breath pierced her thick dress, flooding me with her body scent.
'N-No, my head's...'
My vision blurred. Not from lack of oxygen. It was her scent—sweet and soft, lurking behind the tangy sweat—different from mine.
Snnf... snnf...
My breathing slowed. Before she even touched below, my mind felt violated first.
Unthinkingly, I nuzzled deeper into her cleavage. I knew I shouldn't, but faint reason slipped away despite my grip.
Suddenly, her voice reached my muffled ears.
"Ah... It's standing up."