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Translator: penny
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: Dogshit Philosophy
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"Sorry, but I have no plans to settle down here."
"Huh? Why not?"
Led by Shin Seo-yeon, all the women widened their eyes and asked back. Even the Saintess was among them. I grabbed the Saintess's soft cheeks and pulled them while speaking.
"Soldiers don't come through the civilian district often, but they do patrol once a day. So we can't stay in one spot for too long."
"Tch, that's a shame."
"We'll move around, finding a new spot to rest each day, and take turns sleeping from dusk until midnight."
The women looked relieved at that. From their reactions, it seemed they had zero intention of returning to the hideout Varkus had prepared.
And neither did I.
The deal with Varkus was just to build a connection and gain his favor—the hideout itself meant nothing.
Even in a pinch, I didn't need to head all the way to the hideout; just stepping into his [Black Anchor Merchant Company] would shake off any pursuing soldiers.
"Dickhead, so can we wash up a bit?"
"Hm?"
"You know... We've been out in the scorching sun all day, sweating and getting filthy. Ugh, it's so sticky."
Not just Shin Seo-yeon—Lee Se-ra and Han So-hee were giving me expectant looks too. Surprisingly, the Saintess was standing right next to the shower room this time.
"Sure. Go ahead and wash up, then meet back here in an hour."
"I'm first!"
"Ah, then I'm second!"
"Third!"
"Fourth...!"
I sternly reminded them to take turns keeping watch, then quietly slipped out of the building. I headed toward the smaller of the two remaining structures.
There was no chance of customers showing up in the dead of night, so while the women washed up, I planned to deal with the only potential threat.
'The door's locked.'
But a simple lock like this was no issue for me. I concentrated mana into my finger. With a faint click—the door unlocked.
It was the effect of [Lord Arken's Ring]. I'd used telekinesis to carefully release the lock. The sound was so minimal, it barely reached even my ears.
Creeeak—
I quietly opened the door and stepped inside. The stale smell of alcohol hit me, along with the sight of the home's interior.
Thanks to the faint moonlight filtering through the window, it was easy enough to make out the details.
The scene right in front of me as I entered made my eyes narrow coldly.
'So that's how he lives well.'
A sword and scabbard sat in the corner by the entryway wall, and a familiar guard uniform hung on one side—clear proof the owner was a soldier.
But being a mere soldier didn't explain the wealth.
I moved past the entryway into the main room.
Along the walls, long shelves displayed items clearly plundered from players: weapons like swords, and even women's panties that someone must have worn.
But the trophies didn't end there.
"..."
Human skin was stretched over round wooden frames like failed animal taxidermy. Next to it, long women's hair—scalps still attached, apparently for making wigs—was drying out.
There were twenty-seven in total, some so fresh the skin hadn't fully dried, still glistening vividly.
'...They really see us as beasts.'
It wasn't just monsters abusing us. In the Selection Process, humanity's place was exactly this: on the level of animals....
After ten years of witnessing it, it wasn't shocking anymore. Just another confirmation.
Being hunted, hiding, fleeing, cornered—and in desperation, turning on each other.... Our enemies laughed at the spectacle....
'But this time will be different.'
Back then, we were purely victims. This time, at least for me, it would be different.
Passing the gruesome display of human suffering that had occurred here, I strode deeper inside. On the bed at the back of the building, the man and woman responsible for it all lay sleeping.
I quietly cracked my knuckles.
I wasn't exactly brimming with humanity after suffering so much because of [Human Hunter], but overlooking someone treating fellow humans this brutally was tough.
'Still, I can't kill a soldier.'
All things considered, inside the castle walls was safer than outside, and more surviving soldiers actively patrolling meant more players could be lured in.
Unless I planned to massacre every resident and fling the gates wide open, picking off individual soldiers was pointless.
Even if massacre were feasible, the hundreds of thousands of nocturnal monsters rising from the waters each night to infest the entire island were a bigger problem.
These residents were preferable to those monsters.
'The irony: to save more humans, I can't kill them. Whoever designed this shit structure really knew how to piss people off.'
So, petty revenge it was. I tied up the drunken soldier tight and pissed on his face to wake him.
"Guhk?!"
Then I fucked his wife raw right in front of him.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"!!"
I laid her on the bed, mounted her, and rocked my hips wildly to make sure our junction was fully visible—giving him a clear view of another man's cock sliding in and out of his wife's pussy.
"Hnnngh!"
There was nothing he could do about it. At best, he'd take it out on some player he met tomorrow.
But that was fine.
The ones meant to die would die, the ones meant to live would live. The moment he touched someone who resisted, the Hitler-mustached prick would make him pay for losing a 'precious offering.'
Should I get revenge by raping them the same way?
Fuck a beast? No way—that'd hurt my pride. But watching a beast fuck his wife? That shock would hit hard.
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
"Hey, you watching good? See my cock going in and out of your wife's pussy?"
"Hnnngh! Hnnnngh!"
"Fuck, what a tiny dick. Your wife loves it, huh? She's squirting like crazy."
Squelch! Squelch! Squiiiish!
His eyes screamed disbelief. Seeing that dumbstruck face, I thrust even harder, grinding my raging cock against his wife's inner walls.
"Oh yeah, here it comes. Watch close now—beast cum dirtying up your wife's womb."
"Hnnnngh!"
"Ngh. Cumming. Cum's going in."
Spurt, spluuurt.
"!!"
"Ahh, fuck yeah. Look, your wife loved it—clinging to me with her pussy and legs. You slut, feels good? ...Huh? What the—your wife passed out. What kind of third-rate pussy is this?"
Slap! Slap. I smacked her pussy, and splurt, spluuurt— the fruits of our fuck poured out.
In front of the soldier wildly shaking his eyes side to side, I proudly showed off my cock—smeared in his wife's juices. Then, in front of his half-broken mind, I flipped her over and spread her ass wide.
"Now for your wife's asshole?"
"?!"
"Watch good. I'll show you her pissing herself as her shithole gets fucked."
"What took you so long?"
When I returned to the building with the showers, the freshly cleaned Saintess beamed innocently and asked.
"Just checking for stuff to steal. Loot from the house."
I laid out the items I'd farmed from all over the place. Being a soldier's home, most of the valuables were gear-related.
"Wow! So much in that time...! As expected of Min-jun!"
The pure Saintess smiled brightly and marveled, just like always. In this fucked-up Selection Process, where moments of madness kept pulling us under, she was probably why we could snap back to humanity.
"Ah...! Tired from working? Let me heal you!"
"Thanks."
Human skin on proud display, scalps peeled for wigs.... I wanted to kill those bastards, but structural issues prevented it—so the pent-up frustration eased a bit.
The Saintess's powers and smile were the best.
...Still, my mood wasn't great.
'Will killing just one or two change the big picture?'
Before leaving the bedroom, I'd sent the two freaks crafting with human skin to hell,
but the lingering shit mood came from the Selection Process's brutally unfair structure constantly grating on my nerves.
'It's shit, but what can you do? Don't overthink it.'
If the world was shit, I'd become shit right back.
If they treated us like beasts, I'd rampage like a real one. If they plundered us, we'd plunder them.
It was absurdly simple logic, but sometimes that raw, straightforward shit kept you sane.
"Min-jun? Something wrong?"
...Whew. Recalling the dogshit philosophy that had soothed me over ten years, I smiled at the Saintess casting another heal.
"Nothing at all. No need to worry."
"Okay!"
And the Saintess believed me.
Unlike the innocent Saintess, the Crimson Flame Witch staring intently from the side seemed to guess what I'd done.
"Dickhead, go wash up. I'll keep watch."
"Thanks."
By the time I finished washing and came out, the whole group was ready and waiting. Han So-hee spoke up as representative.
"Stealing, got it. So what's the specific plan? Hit up these fancy houses for gear?"
"No."
If it was just for houses like this, I wouldn't have chosen this Trial.
"We will hit fancy houses, but not here."
"Then?"
"We're raiding the shops."
The group's eyes widened in unison.
We'd passed the commercial district on the way in, so their reaction made sense for one reason.
"Shops? You mean the market?"
"Isn't that dangerous...? Lots of people."
"I saw when we jumped the wall—they were still open."
"Streets were packed. You serious about hitting that?"
Right—the market was the most densely populated area in the city. High foot traffic.
But conversely, overflowing crowds meant valuable goods flowing freely.
So we had every reason to head there.
"Don't worry about the crowds. They all close at midnight."
"For real? How do you know?"
"That's why I met that woman, Maeve, earlier."
Ah.... The women marveled. Shin Seo-yeon scratched her cheek.
"I thought our Dickhead went off to breed some pups."
"Seo-yeon, you can't use bad words like that."
"Come on, sis, you gotta use rough words sometimes. They stick if you practice. Try it: bitch pussy. Cumdump."
"Eek. More... bad words!"
...They're really out to corrupt the Saintess.
"Anyway, civilian neighborhoods don't pay. For big money, shops are the way."
Otherwise, even buying ship manifests would be tough.
"Heh. Decided then. Fuck yeah, play big or go home."
Everyone nodded in agreement, the Saintess clenching her fist with 'I'll do my best too!' resolve.
But one person—Han So-hee—still voiced concerns.
"I'm against it. No need to risk crisis for speed."
"What kinda stick-up-the-ass talk is that? Pull in the nets when the tide's high—when else? Right, kiddo?"
"Yeah!"
"Foolish. That could shorten your lifespan. I'd prefer sticking to safe paths like now, without overdoing it."
The chaebol heiress kept declaring boycott. Shin Seo-yeon's protests didn't budge her—that was some bullheaded stubbornness.
But I got it, on one hand.
'She got burned playing big.'
She'd entered the Selection Process with big dreams, uncovered Tutorial secrets, but unsatisfied, dove into one of the hardest Trials—[Lair of Evil Spirits]—and lost everything.
-Ah, no!
-Hic....
The trauma was so deep, she'd jolt awake from nightmares even in sleep. That's why she slept alone—to avoid disturbing others.
'Every [Star of Fate] I knew suffered from that day for nearly ten years, coping in their own ways.'
In short, PTSD making her balk was natural. And I knew how to calm them.
"Don't worry. I scouted it all beforehand—no real issues."
"Variables could still pop up."
"No variables. Promise. Worst case, summon with the envelope and bail."
"..."
Her anxious eyes met mine for a moment, then softened. Whew—the chaebol heiress sighed in relief, shoulders slumping.
"If you say so... then it must be. Fine. I trust you."
See? [Stars of Fate] hesitated in planning but followed confident leads. Easy to win their hearts too.
[Han So-hee's favor toward you has greatly increased.]
"Anyway, 30 minutes till midnight. Catnap, then we move. Close your eyes."
Nods. They settled in to rest.
"And So-hee, you come talk with me outside."
"Eep."
Regretting her late stubbornness, Han So-hee followed meekly. I took her to the next building and disciplined her thoroughly with my cock club.
"Ahk! Ahk! Hnngh!"
Nothing soothed worries like excitement.
A good pussy-pounding and creampie melted her stiff expression into gooey bliss.
"Gonna be stubborn again? Hm?"
"Ahk. N-no, I won't."
"Remember it well. You're not Cheongsung's heir—you're my warm cock warmer. Got it?"
"Ahk. Hnngh. Y-yes. I'm Min-jun's exclusive bitch."
Damn, I'm no better than the locals. Treating her like a cocksleeve.... Felt a twinge of guilt, so I asked,
"Good answer. Reward time. What do you want?"
Han So-hee bowed her head, ears flushing red.
"M-my butt..."
"?"
"Spank my butt, please."
...Hah, a chaebol heiress craving peasant spankings.
"Total perv."
Her pussy clenched tight and quivered. Ah, right—our heiress had these tastes. I'm no slouch either.
Smack! Smack! Whap!
"Like getting fucked doggy-style? Like being called a cocksleeve?"
"Y-yes! Fuck me more! Ahk! Ahk! Spank my butt harder!"
"Ngh, cumming now."
"Yes, inside...! Please knock up this bitch pussy tonight...!"
Two more hot cum refuels, and the anxiety vanished from her eyes.
'Fear and desire are two sides of a coin. One dominates, the other submits.'
Han So-hee knelt politely, sucking my cock clean. Time to go—I saw Lee Se-ra peeking from outside through the window.
"Girls are coming. Let's head out."
"One moment. Juices dripped low. I'll finish quick."
She dove between my legs, licked my balls, spread my ass, and tongued my asshole clean. Proper when it counted.
"Hey, no need to go that deep in..."
Slurp, slurp.
[Han So-hee's favor toward you has slightly increased.]
"..."
...Loving what others find shameful.
Opening Pandora's box vibes as she stood, straightened my clothes, and smiled softly.
Like nothing happened, fussing over my hair—women's hearts were deeper than ocean trenches.
"Straight to go?"
"Yeah."
Satisfied the dissenting party member thoroughly—time to start for real.
The serious farming.
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