Heroine Hunts Heroines-Chapter 103

[I, Ha Jung-seok, the President of the Republic of Korea, will not bow to the threats of villains entrenched in Songdo. My dear citizens, rest assured: as long as I am the president of this nation, the villain Baekhwa will never lay her hands on Seoul.]

What a fool. Does he really think my goal is just to attack Seoul?

I carefully called for Kate.

"Kate."

"Yes, Lord Dahaka."

Kate, as dainty as ever, trotted up to me and bowed her head.

“When the military starts moving, we’ll need to hit the Blue House. Just make sure you open the gates properly, and I’ll reward you with ten tubs of mint chocolate ice cream.”

“Yes, my lord!”

"Now then, I should probably… do something to boost morale. Maybe ‘have a bite’ of someone."

It seemed like the right moment to indulge a bit—to lift my mood and enhance my power.

I thought briefly about Creepmary and Elise, but they were already busy with assigned tasks. No point being insensitive.

Rachel, then?

She was always my go-to—my first wife and ever-ready companion.

Prepared and perfect for the role, Rachel was the epitome of availability.

With that, I went to find Rachel, who was in the middle of preparing dinner.

“Hm?”

THWACK!

At that moment, Rachel swung her sword down, severing a snake’s head.

Next to her, Ray was watching with gleeful fascination.

The snake’s severed head rolled across the cutting board, lifeless and discarded.

The sight left me utterly shocked.

“Kyaaaaaah!”

“Would you stop screaming? What’s wrong now?”

But still, they’re my relatives!

“How many snakes are you planning to kill?”

I pointed at the snake heads strewn across the floor.

Their glassy eyes stared at me as if pleading for vengeance, making it impossible to just stand by.

The best way to address this injustice? A proper ‘scolding.’

I scooped Rachel up, carried her to the bedroom, and tossed her onto the bed.

“Strip, my lady.”

“What’s with the sudden mood?”

Why? Obviously, it was time for some quality bonding. Even if my tail still ached, I could manage this much.

“Kyuu?”

“Kids, out.”

I shooed Ray out of the room. The little one was far too curious for someone not even old enough for daycare.

As much as I’d love to indulge in others, like Choi Si-woo, they were too busy preparing for war. This moment, however, couldn’t be missed.

“Take it off. Now.”

“W-wait a second. Let’s take this slow.”

“Feeling particularly feisty today? Is it your heat cycle?”

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Rachel’s scent was unusually alluring today. Was this her way of saying she wanted a sibling for Ray?

“Seriously? We’ve been together for a century, and you still don’t understand elven reproduction? My body’s practically paper; that’s impossible. You’re just a pervert.”

“It’s definitely your fault for being too irresistible.”

Regardless, this was on her. With the other heroines busy with battle preparations, it was only fair I focused on Rachel.

Her white short-sleeved shirt and dolphin shorts—whether she picked this up from Choi Si-woo or not, it was too perfect.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and tugged her top off.

Her perfectly shaped, delicate chest greeted me. Rachel, that cheeky minx, wasn’t even wearing a bra.

"Pink nipples? Absolutely insane. Slurp."

"What the hell? You’re not a dog. You see them every day, so what’s the big deal?"

"That’s just it—something you have every day can still be revolutionary and fresh."

Even after a hundred years, her body never failed to captivate me.

Especially now, with the various styles she’s embraced since we arrived here, she’s offered me her ripened, perfect form like a gift meant just for me.

"Wa-Wait. T-that’s enough. Hyaah!?"

"You like it when I lick your nipples like this, don’t you?"

As I teasingly traced a circle in a clockwise motion, my tongue slithering over her sensitive spots like a sly snake, Rachel squirmed, letting out sweet, intoxicating moans.

"Mmnh... Hnngh... W-Wait. Waaaaait. Aren’t you tired of this after a hundred years?"

"A hundred years, and you’re still saying nonsense like that? Acting like the bitch you are, and now your nipples get rock hard the moment I even graze them with my tongue."

"Haah... Haahhh♥"

"You really are like a filthy whore, aren’t you?"

Her voice dripped with feminine frustration.

"Whose fault do you think this is? And I’m not a whore!"

"Sure, sure. My personal whore."

As she pouted and playfully smacked my chest, my breasts jiggled with the impact, bouncing like waves crashing into a once-calm sea. Rachel, who had been moaning moments before, suddenly fixed her gaze on my breasts, her expression shifting as if something about them demanded her undivided attention.

"Hey, why are you looking at me like that?"

"Logically speaking, wouldn’t those breasts suit me better than you? I mean, you’re more like a rutting male trying to pounce on women."

She might have a point. Having large breasts comes with its own inconveniences—like having to wear a bra and dealing with all sorts of hassles. In my case, I can manipulate my magic to serve as a substitute for underwear, but with Rachel… it’d definitely give off a different vibe.

"That’s why I gave you those nutrient-packed shrimp. They’re supposed to help with breast growth."

"I fed all of those to Ray, though."

"All of them?"

"Yeah. He said they were delicious. You know, good food is meant to be shared with your kids."

Those shrimp… they’re the legendary kind that’s said to enhance breast size. Even just one is supposed to be effective.

"Looks like my wife is a bit of an idiot."

"Huh?"

"Those were the legendary shrimp that are said to turn an A cup into a C cup with just four of them. And Yoo Jin-seok even removed all the venom from the shrimp horns and tails for you! At this rate, our daughter is going to grow up to be a dragon with massive breasts. Imagine being smaller than your dragon daughter’s chest."

Maybe my words struck a nerve because Rachel’s eyes began to well up with tears.

Well, it can’t be helped. I’m not picky—whether it’s a one-serving rice cooker, a four-serving one, or even a cauldron-sized chest, it doesn’t matter to me. Besides, Rachel has plenty of other things that are more than enough to turn me on, even without her chest.

"You know I have trauma about my breasts!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Rachel lightly tapped my chest, her fingers thudding against it.

When she pinched my nipple, I couldn’t help but feel a jolt of sensation.

So I pinched hers in return, and the body I’d spent a hundred years teaching and teasing responded spectacularly, sending her over the edge.

"You’re such a pervert, Rachel."

"W-What are you talking about?"

"You get turned on just from talking to me now, don’t you?"

It was an undeniable fact. The moment the mood shifted, she’d start dripping wet.

Honestly, she probably goes through three or four pairs of panties a day.

"Ugh…"

"A testament to a hundred years together, wouldn’t you say?"

Squish, squelch.

She reacted so adorably, even though I’d barely touched her. There was no way I couldn’t get hard from that.

And my tail… it almost slipped out.

"Haah… You’re dripping warm fluids all over. How on earth did you end up such a pervert?"

"Well, after a hundred years of this… Hnnngh♥"

"Of course. A hundred years by my side, trembling in pleasure just from my voice. It’s no wonder you’re in heat the moment you hear me."

That’s how it is. At first, her body gradually adapted to my touch and movements, but eventually, even just hearing my voice could push her over the edge. By now, Rachel’s body completely recognizes me as its master.

"Today, instead of my tail, I’ll be taking care of you with this dildo."

I retrieved a dildo from my subspace and inserted it directly into Rachel’s soaking pussy.

Squish.

It slid in smoothly. Just how heated had she gotten?

Honestly, I wanted to use my tail, but it still needed time to recover.

Even for someone like me, the strongest in this world, muscle fatigue isn’t something I can just ignore. Beating people with my tail is one thing, but thrusting with it? That’s a whole different level of effort. I’ll need to train it a bit more.

But then Rachel’s expression twisted.

It was the kind of look a wife might give her husband when he’s trying to initiate sex but can’t get it up—a mixture of disappointment and pity.

"Wait, you’re saying it’s just the dildo today?"

Yeah, it’s disappointing, isn’t it? I feel the same. But there’s no helping it.

It’s entirely the heroines’ fault. My tail feels like it’s locked up in a cramp every time I try to move it now.

"What? ‘You all’?"

"Yeah, yeah. You, Reyna, and Han Suji."

To be precise, most of the blame lay with Reyna and Han Suji.

We practically stayed up all night. Honestly, my heroines are something to be proud of—they managed to give my tail, the tail of the strongest being in this world, muscle fatigue.

"What? How many hours were you going at it?"

"Hmm, I’m not really sure. But I remember it being all night long. Ever since then, my tail’s been stiff and glossy. You know that shine, like the one the chairman of the association always flaunts?"

Rachel had become quite familiar with this world by now. She’d used TV, PCs, and other resources to study Korean culture, society, and its notable figures.

Among those, there was one person who particularly fascinated her: Choi Chul-shik, the chairman of the Hunter Association. The man with the gleaming bald head.

"The shiny bald guy?"

"Yeah, that’s the one."

"Wait, so you’re telling me you went at it for so long with them that your dragon-scale tail got glossy, but with me, you didn’t even last an hour?"

"Uh… what?"

Rachel's mood shifted abruptly, a tense aura radiating from her as if she were about to explode.

When Rachel got angry, the paper embedded in her body would unravel, naturally sealing us into a paper-filled space to torment me. And judging by her expression, this was exactly one of those moments.

But this time, I genuinely hadn’t done anything wrong.

"What the hell, seriously? You’re crossing the line now."

"Huh?"

What did I even do? I’m a good little dragon; there’s no line for me to cross.

Could it really be because I’m using a dildo instead of my tail?

If that’s the case, maybe I should just push through and use my tail, even if it’s a bit exhausting.

But as I hesitated, trying to read the mood, Rachel was glaring at me with daggers in her eyes.

"I’ve gone along with everything you’ve ever wanted up until now. Look, I said I’d let our daughter have her turn, but come on—don’t you think you owe me the same level of effort? Huh?!"

Rachel, filled with rage, snapped her fingers, and scraps of paper filled the room in an instant.

"Wait, why is the mood suddenly changing?"

Shrrrrip!

Her paper scraps coiled around me, binding my body tightly. My arms were forced upward, as if I were a captured woman subjected to medieval torture, my wrists restrained in place.

Soon enough, my legs were spread wide, tied to the edges of the bed by the paper cords she had conjured.

Before I realized it, the roles of dominant and submissive had completely reversed.