Chapter 358
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As expected, my Status Window might have been somewhat shocking from her perspective. Reclusive Hermit Ability or whatever is not even funny. Anyway, Lee Yujeong is acting like that because she’s curious about it.
So for now, let’s play dumb.
“I’m Yu Eunha?”
“No, that’s not what I’m asking. You’re not showing up properly.”
“Senior. If you’re weaker than Yu Eunha, Yu Eunha’s status might not show up properly.”
“I-I’m weaker than her?”
What, she couldn’t see it? Then that’s actually a good thing.
In the first place, our Ms. Lee Yujeong, whose ability is just conveying information, couldn’t naturally be stronger than me, who has combat abilities.
So I naturally went behind Lee Yujeong and gently massaged her shoulders.
“It’s possible. Senior, being weaker than a Cadet isn’t something to be ashamed of, you know?”
“Haaa.”
Lee Yujeong let out a strange moan.
Right. Right. A body already tamed by me can’t help it.
In other words, right now, to Lee Yujeong, this Godfinger ability of mine practically gives her pussy the majesty of hundreds or thousands of dicks, and turns any part of her skin into an erogenous zone.
However, I had a question about this bug.
If touching once is like touching hundreds or thousands of times,
Her skin should be worn out and her pussy should become a flaming pussy under normal circumstances, but seeing as that doesn’t happen, is it strictly a sensory feeling?
It probably means that touching with fingers that provide hundreds or thousands of times the sensitivity turns any part into an erogenous zone.
I’ll do it to Ray and Han Suji later too.
But you know.
Where did Ray and Han Suji go?
They came back quite a bit later than expected. It’s not like the time I spent fingering Lee Yujeong’s pussy was just the time it takes to pour water into a cup noodle and wait.
They didn’t even come while I finished and dealt with the Female scent.
“By the way, where did you guys go, leaving me out? Did you go eat something delicious?”
“Ah, actually, Choi Siwoo trained us a little bit.”
“Training? Fuck, just them, and I was left out?”
It’s still morning, but they sure did well.
No, more than that, they are doing it without me. This is clearly an attempt to ostracize me.
Of course, that fucking gay Choi Siwoo wouldn’t try to eat the heroines while I’m not around. Still, leaving me out is despicable.
Of course, even if they had asked later, “Do you want to train too?”, I wouldn’t have chosen to do so because I was busy fingering Lee Yujeong’s pussy.
“Logically speaking, you have nothing to train.”
“What do you mean?”
“We want to get stronger and stand beside you as companions you won’t be ashamed of!”
Han Suji is quite admirable.
It would be nice to give her tremendous pleasure later.
“Hmm. Since it’s come to this, it can’t be helped. Actually, these two wanted to secretly learn from you to get stronger, so I did it for them. We can all get stronger together.”
No, I still won’t do it.
Thinking about it again, touching three females here seems like it would be more fun.
I can get stronger on my own anytime, and since I’m not a protagonist character, as long as I can protect my own body, that’s the end of it.
“So you want to do some actual combat or something?”
“Yeah. Right now.”
“You idiot. It’s still morning, you know?”
Besides, I still want to feel the sensation more on these fingers that fingered Lee Yujeong’s pussy.
“Senior is skipping class too, so what.”
“Ah, right?”
“Anyway, let’s all meet after class.”
What is he planning to do after class? It seems our Choi Siwoo has something in mind.
Simple actual combat? Hmm, that Choi Siwoo is quite suspicious.
Right. Well, let’s just let it slide for now.
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Around this time, Hanseong Academy was buzzing with talk about Yu Eunha.
Most of it was praise. Or envy. Or being a fan. There were many such stories.
Where there is praise, there is bound to be jealousy.
For example, the female delinquent students smoking behind the academy right now were like that.
“Ah, fuck, Yu Eunha is doing so fucking well. That fucking bitch.”
“It’s annoying, considering she was so quiet back in Middle School.”
The two female students here had been in the same class as Yu Eunha since Middle School.
Seeing Yu Eunha, who used to quietly walk around the class without even being able to look up properly back then, being so active made their stomachs hurt with jealousy.
She came to the Hunter Academy and is doing better than them. Does that make sense?
Picking a day to teach her a big lesson is also a method.
Right. They said she was a lesbian.
Wouldn’t it be a way to teach her the taste of a man at this opportunity? What if we call some guys we know and secretly mess with her from behind?
“How about we take this chance to mess with her from behind? Honestly, Jinseok. That guy is a concern, but how would he know if we harass her from behind?”
“Right. Exactly.”
“Oh, you guys are chattering away so well.”
Just then, someone appeared.
It was the person involved herself, Yu Eunha.
Yu Eunha had truly changed immensely compared to her Middle School days.
They say there are many women in Japan who, unlike in Middle School, change glamorously as soon as they enter the Hunter Academy. Did Yu Eunha follow that trend too?
She had a piercing in her ear and didn’t wear makeup, but seeing the smell of cigarettes wafting from her, it seemed she smoked too.
“Yu Eunha? Speak of the devil, and she really appears.”
“I’m not a tiger, I’m Godfinger.”
“What are you talking about? Good, since she came herself. Huh?”
Before they knew it, Yu Eunha was already right next to them.
The moment they thought she was next to them, Yu Eunha had already passed them by.
And at that moment, something intensely flashed through their minds.
It was pleasure.
In a very brief moment, Yu Eunha slipped her hand under these delinquent women’s skirts, quickly touched their clitorises, and pulled out.
“Hand of Ten Thousand. It’s a Skill name I made, meaning it makes a pussy cum with ten thousand hand gestures.”
“What the fu - . Ogogok.”
The female delinquents instantly had their pussies flush red and spew water from Yu Eunha’s resumed “Hand of Ten Thousand”, collapsing on the spot.
Spreading their legs like frogs and trembling was a bonus.
Above their unconscious bodies, a click came from Yu Eunha’s phone.
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I feel good.
Very good, at that. Why? Because I obtained a sure-kill Skill.
Now I have the confidence that I can eat women sufficiently even without a dick. I figured out countless ways to feel pleasure with this body even without getting fucked by a dick.
And I trained it perfectly too.
As proof, I taught those back alley delinquent bitches a true lesson.
“Hey, did you hear about that?”
“About xxx and xxx lying there pissing themselves?”
“What do you have to do to piss yourself like that?”
“They probably just drank, passed out, and pissed themselves in their sleep.”
“No, usually people don’t piss themselves in their sleep just from drinking.”
I took a picture and posted it anonymously on the community.
They probably didn’t realize it was me.
I’m an honorary Argentine, so if they track the IP, they’ll have to go to Argentina to find the culprit.
Well, even if they were to confront me, I have the real embarrassing photos of them.
Naked photos, that is.
Besides, their bodies probably can’t do without my fingers now, right?
Not a Korean man’s dick, not a white man’s dick. Not even the rumored massive black man’s dick.
Since they were bullying bitches who dared to target my body, I made it so they have no choice but to live absolutely dissatisfied.
Unless I touch them regularly, the only choice those bitches have left is to study abroad in another nation and get fucked by Yankees.
“Heheung. Heheung.”
“You have something to do with those two, right?”
For some reason, Ray narrowed her eyes and looked at me.
“Yu Eunha doesn’t know.”
I snorted.
Of course. It’s not something I need to go out of my way to say.
My Hand of Ten Thousand. I have no intention of treating bitches with third-rate pussies who cum like that from just my fingertips, let alone a single exchange, as being involved with me.
But Ray kept glaring at me as if she wanted to eat me alive.
“No, if you look closely, this isn’t them pissing themselves. Didn’t this happen because they were touched by your fingers?”
Damn. As expected of Ray.
Maybe because she has the experience of having her pussy fingered countless times by me, she catches on instantly.
“I’ve been caught. As a reward, I will finger your pussy.”
“N-No thanks?”
Despite saying that, she was exuding Female scent.
I thought about fingering her pussy right here on the spot.
Suddenly, the hunter professor in charge of world history threw something weird at me - I didn’t know if it was an ability or what - and I dodged it.
Right. It was class time.
“Hey, Yu Eunha. Seeing you chatter, you must think my class is a joke. What did I say was the cruel act Belgium committed in congo?”
Why on earth are we learning world history?
I really don’t understand this. Why on earth are they making me uncomfortable by making me learn something like world history?
Isn’t this even modern history? It seems exactly like the World War era.
Even though I look like this, I’m smart.
“Uh, first of all, cutting off wrists if they didn’t properly meet their quotas?”
“And the solution to this?”
“No, fuck. We’re just going to be lowly hunters. So why this kind of world history? Why do we even have to come up with countermeasures for something from well over a hundred years ago?”
“There’s a lot of talk about hunters being ignorant, and hunters will often meet foreign hunters in the future. It means you need to know how to use your brain, even if it’s outdated. Hurry up and tell me.”
No matter how I look at it, his intention to test me stands out.
“Uh, so. First of all, even if they are suppressed by Belgium’s reign of terror, slaves who are oppressed to the point of having their wrists cut off can never be completely subjugated by violence.”
Since he pushed me into it, I decided to answer for now.
“So?”
“Heungbu also fixed a bird’s broken leg and it brought him a gourd. So in the same vein, if they realistically provided prosthetic hands, they could win over the public sentiment and also meet their quotas. In other words, the solution is to implement a welfare policy for the congo slaves by “providing prosthetic hands”.”
The students are looking at me weirdly.
Isn’t it right? It wasn’t the Hunter Era, unlike now, so it’s not like there were ability users who could reattach severed wrists, nor would the cut wrists grow back.
“No, if you had to compare it, that’s a case similar to Nolbu, who broke the leg and then fixed it.”
“That’s a bit of a different case too.”
“After Italy’s declaration of War against the United Kingdom and France, Italy attacked France, but what happened?”
“Italy’s attack was blocked by the French mountain division.”
“What are Mutaguchi Ren-ya’s achievements?”
No, why does that guy keep asking so many probing questions?
It feels like he keeps testing me. Fine. Even though I look like this, I’m a cultured woman.
“As a member of the Dark Korean Independence Army, he blew a matter that could have been laughed off out of proportion, causing the Lugou Bridge Incident and starting the Sino-Japanese War, and he established the military achievement of annihilating over 90,000 troops of the Japanese Empire in Operation Imphal. To be honest, he is the only figure among the Independence Activists who dealt a meaningful blow to the Japanese Empire.”
“I don’t know if you know world history well or not.”
“In the first place, what does this have to do with being a hunter? If we’re going to coordinate with hunters from other countries, we should learn things like English, German, or French. Bluntly speaking, are we going to have historical debates with them?”
Since it didn’t matter, I just spat it out.
Realistically speaking, unless you go to a relevant company, do you ever use things like calculus at work? No, you don’t.
You just learn the corporate ropes by running around from the time you’re a rookie.
“Well, it seems you’re making jokes while possessing basic knowledge, so I’ll just let it slide, But, ahem, your attitude score is a minus.”
“Ugh. Just you wait.”
Jinseok-i will probably nag me immensely for my grades dropping.
Let’s finger that gem-like world history professor’s pussy someday.
As I was thinking that, a scrap of paper fell in front of me.
I wondered what kind of crazy bastard would do something like this in this day and age, and it turned out to be Choi Siwoo winking in this direction.
Is he a crazy bastard?
Should I just close my eyes and turn him into a semen fountain with a handjob?
I’m certain that if I give that virgin bastard a handjob with the Hand of Ten Thousand just once, I can extract his semen down to the roots and make him leak nothing but pre-cum.
For now, I decided to look at the contents of that scrap of paper.
-Let’s go to a Dungeon.
Let’s go to a Dungeon. What kind of fucking bullshit is this all of a sudden?
(Author’s note) I am currently deciding on several candidates for a new work for the contest. I might write Lortel’s first regret story about a Heroine who experienced Netorare featuring a male protagonist, or an NTL story about a middle-aged mister’s Hero’s party?