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Translator: penny
Chapter: 147
Chapter Title: Chicken Instead of Pheasant
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Kang Hana glanced at me rolling around listlessly on the bed and immediately pinpointed the exact cause of my ailment with a single look.
"You piece of trash."
"Don't start shit and get out. Before I shove it in you for real."
"You fucked your little sister good and got her pregnant, but what happened yesterday? Why hold back all of a sudden?"
"Shut up. I'm already pissed off about that."
No matter how well Im Hyeji and Lee Sua knew me and tried to accommodate me,
they couldn't match the sharp intuition of Kang Hana, who'd grown up with me since we were kids.
She might have already figured it out but was just keeping quiet, for all I knew.
"Scared? Afraid Sijun might beat your ass?"
"Beat my ass? If his wife wants to get pregnant with my ability, she has to impregnate a skill first... And to do that, she'd need nonstop creampie sex with me, filling her womb to the brim until it's overflowing..."
"Stop... That's disgusting."
"Exactly. What do you think happens when you explain that to someone who thinks you can just click a skill and done, like their head's full of flowers?"
Of course, being a shut-in loser with thirty years in the galleries didn't mean I was a total pussy.
I had the confidence to wolf down even NTR if it turned me on, muttering "fuck fuck" under my breath.
Stealing another guy's woman? I'd gladly take that challenge.
But that was just mindset.
"NTR's fine if it tastes good!" only works in hypotheticals or imagination, not reality.
Just thinking of Im Hyeji, Kang Hana, or Lee Sua getting pounded by another guy made my gut boil with rage.
Hong Sijun would be the same.
Honestly, with all those Hunter Gallery rumors about political marriages and such, I'd held out some hope.
What if they were just a show-window couple on the surface?
What if they barely talked at home, turned out they hadn't even registered the marriage, and were basically strangers living together?
If that were the case... I'd have at least tried to make a move.
But Hong Sijun's reaction when Gye Yeonsu died, and the lovey-dovey glances between them at home—they were far from that.
So I gave up clean.
Fantasies should stay fantasies.
Even forcing some "it's what he wants..." scenario midway, if Hong Sijun changed his mind, it'd turn into a full-blown affair drama and my head would roll.
"There are already plenty of guys gunning for me. Can't afford to make enemies inside too."
Truth be told, this was the biggest reason.
I was starting to show off my ability a bit, but I had no intention of recklessly multiplying enemies.
The only reason I could move around comfortably now was the lack of real foes. Piss off an SSS-rank hunter, and I'd get erased without a trace—no one would bat an eye.
"Tsk tsk. But you're really gonna give up just like that? I wouldn't."
"...Yeah. Seeing her call me out of the blue and go straight for the kill, she doesn't seem like the type to let go easy. Caught me off guard and I went along with it."
If I had to find a compromise, maybe oral or something.
But the real issue was, once she tasted my semen, the enslavement effect would kick in, crossing an irreversible river.
"If he were a real scumbag, it'd be fun to plot something."
Hong Sijun was a good guy.
No objective standard for good and evil, but subjectively, he was a solid good person to me.
He'd used the Elixir, sure, but on Hwaseong, he'd accommodated Im Hyeji's Resurrection for whatever reason.
Thinking Resurrection was single-target, he'd told us to escape even if it meant his death, along with Gye Yeonsu.
And in the Hanlim Dungeon raid, he'd ultimately donated the magic stone—a kind soul.
I didn't want to shatter that peace.
No guarantee I'd even succeed, anyway.
"Worst case, reveal the ability."
I didn't know how Hong Sijun would act going forward, but if push came to shove, I was prepared to disclose the pregnancy ability and cleanly cut off any lingering attachment.
That felt like the right call.
"Want me to help you... blow off some steam?"
Despite my words, I was slumped on the bed, so Kang Hana slyly offered.
I casually turned my head to look at her.
Seeing her one and only big brother down, it wasn't comfort... more like fulfilling her urges and leveling up her skills.
"Chicken instead of pheasant, huh..."
"Hey! How am I chicken? Yeonsu unnie's hot, sure, but I don't lose to her!"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah!! You're the only one treating me like this. I'm young and outgoing—I get tons of approaches!"
"Then while you're playing pheasant in place of chicken... can you do that Dongtan milf look? You know, that tight-fitting outfit."
"...You psycho."
She cursed at my sincere request, hesitating before mumbling,
"My boobs are too small for clothes like that."
"True..."
"But... I can wear something else."
The chicken scampered to her room, changed, and came back.
"How's this?"
Dyed blonde hair in twin tails, short school uniform top, and a super-shortened skirt.
Having matured into an adult, the skirt hiked up over her hips barely hid her panties.
The top would flash her belly if she raised her arms.
"...Cosplay?"
"Growth spurt hit late after graduation..."
Flesh-colored stockings, hands behind her back, a dash of belated shame in standing there like that.
Even the way she sneaked glances, waiting—perfect.
"Hana..."
"...?"
"Sorry... All the cream buns were sold out today. Couldn't get any."
That sight blew away all my worries.
Yeah, no need to take the hard road.
Plenty of married women in the world.
Not many as tantalizing as Gye Yeonsu... or with as much growth potential...
But tons whose men gave reason to poach them.
Kang Hana's "comfort"(?) packed that much positive punch.
At my surprise improv, she scowled.
Too abrupt?
But her next move was surprisingly natural.
"You idiot. Don't you know I won't eat unless it's a cream bun?"
A venomous tone.
Arms crossed, she stomped over, climbed onto the bed, and pressed her stocking-clad foot next to my dick.
"Hngh!"
Fuck. Nearly jumped.
Her sudden attack startled me.
Thought it was real, not roleplay—but she screeched to a halt, safely planting her foot on my thigh beside it.
Then she rubbed her stocking foot over my trunks, murmuring,
"Then you better make some cream and bring it over."
"..."
Her acting was so seamless, I thought she was Lee Sua.
Kang Hana had this talent?
Had to ask.
"This isn't from experience, right...?"
"Shut up!"
She'd hesitated at first, but now she was bold, foot sweeping up my body toward my face—until I grabbed and yanked it.
"Kyaa!"
I caught her falling body lightly with one arm, flipped her over, pinned her limbs with mine, and restrained her.
"I said I'd get cream buns tomorrow!!"
Sudden scene shift.
She scowled at my dominant improv, but with my dick already tenting and rubbing her stockings under the short skirt, her face flushed and the roleplay shattered.
"Eat some cream first. With your pussy."
"..."
Roleplay broken anyway, I wrapped it up, undid her uniform top buttons, lifted her bra, and exposed her breasts.
"Sluurp. As expected... not quite pheasant..."
"Hey!!"
A light nibble comparison, and her shame-flushed scream was pretty hot.
Her arms covering her chest only made it sexier, splayed open by the uniform top.
Hiking the skirt hem higher revealed the empty space under and her stockings-panties combo.
Caressing up her long legs from the knees, she twitched and turned her head.
I grabbed her turned chin, pulled her back, and kissed her.
Churp.
Her tongue met mine eagerly, fitting the schoolgirl vibe—twin tails doubling the fresh innocence. Soon, her arms unwound from her chest, wrapped my neck, pulled me in; I felt her flesh against mine.
"Hngh."
Rubbing her pussy through the stockings drew a moan.
Could rip them with one hand?
A light nail scratch, then fingers spreading—rrrip, stockings tore.
Even with her stamina at B-rank growth, this worked.
Shoved aside her already wet panties, rubbed my dick, then gently pushed into the hole.
Soft today.
"You trust oppa, right? Won't hurt a bit, don't worry."
Matching the uniform virgin vibe—though she'd lost it ages ago—I spoke tenderly, like to a virgin.
Kang Hana moaned but grinned slyly.
"Yeah... Anyone who messes with me gets killed by oppa. So go gentle... slow..."
"You crazy bitch."
Dodged NTR, only for her to spawn self-NTR. I slammed my dick all the way in.
"Haahk!"
"Time for your punishment."
She moaned wildly in pleasure—no punishment vibe, but damn fine chicken.
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