Your Girlfriend Was Amazing-Chapter 121: There’s No Punching Bag Like Minsoo

There's No Punching Bag Like Minsoo

One of the seven most prestigious towers in the Demon Realm. On its rooftop, Shael was once again toying with her futile attempts to cross over to the Middle World. The Demon King had assured her that she would be able to go when the time was right, but she found waiting insufferably tedious.

"I want to meet Taeyang badly…" Shael mused as she stared at the portrait of Baek Taeyang, crafted by the finest artist in the Demon Realm. His chiseled features, piercing eyes, and snowy white hair—every detail was achingly perfect to her.

"Taeyaaaaang…" Overcome with longing, Shael clutched the Baek Taeyang doll—sewn by the realm's best tailor in the Demon Realm—to her chest.

Our first meeting was intense, and our first experience was thrilling. If only his body could enter mine again…

"Why are humans so pathetically weak?!"

She fumed. When she asked the Demon King for a clear timeline for when she could go to the Middle World, he only said, "When humans get stronger, you can go."

I can't understand what humans getting stronger has to do with demons crossing freely into the Middle World. It's frustrating! Apart from Taeyang, all humans are uselessly weak. They should at least be considerate!

Here she was, a succubus aching with love, and humans were just weaklings. She wanted to rush into Baek Taeyang's arms and talk about their future children as she wiggled her feet. She wanted to kiss him, to do far more intimate things.

"Next time I descend, I'll properly educate those weaklings! Then, everyone will fall in line with Taeyang's wishes…" Shael giggled and plopped onto her bed.

With no solution other than waiting, her only joy was rolling around with the Baek Taeyang doll. She would have worn seductive lingerie like before, but now she opted for modest pajamas.

Now that I belong to someone… I must be mindful of my conduct.

Thinking of Baek Taeyang, she gently rubbed her lower abdomen. His member was thick and robust, far better than her fingers. Still, he wasn’t here now, so she resigned herself to alleviating her longing with her fingers.

Knock, knock, knock—

"Lady Shael! There's an emergency!"

"What is it? If it's not really important, you'll be dead."

Interrupting her self-pleasure with the Taeyang doll better have been significant. Shael mulled over her words as she opened the door.

"We sensed the energy of the seven roots of sin from the Middle World."

"I didn't mishear that, did I?"

"No, that's… correct…"

If the servant's words were true, it was indeed significant.

But why would that appear in the Middle World? There shouldn't be any demons there.

"Anyway… The Demon King orders everyone to gather in the throne room."

"Alright. I'll get ready and go." Shael closed the door with a deep smile.

It's Baek Taeyang. Only he is worthy.

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Lee Joon couldn't believe the sight before his eyes.

"What are you…"

A demon. There was a demon standing right in front of him.

"What's wrong? You said I'd disappear helplessly here. Come on, do something about it."

"Are… you really human? H-How can you look like that…"

"Why are you stuttering? Are you scared?"

His skin was as black as coal, with gold-painted veins running through it like a gilded map of a mine. His white hair flared like burning flames, spreading wide like a lion's mane. The black dragon robe draped over him made him look like a king, and every time he moved, his numerous ornaments clinked and sparkled.

"Are you scared?"

"Still as arrogant as ever!" Lee Joon shouted as he stepped back.

Even his weapon has changed…

A vicious blade sprouted from the end of the club he held. At first glance, it looked like a pickaxe with a single blade.

He's on a different level… An academy student who cleared two S-rank gates…

When he first heard that news, he mocked his colleagues. He was convinced it was a government setup and a fabrication by Victory Academy. It simply didn't make sense.

If a hunter of Yoo Minhyuk's caliber had done it, it would have been plausible, but it was just a student. Even though it was a concept-type gate, he was still just a student.

Even now, two years into his career as a hunter, Lee Joon had yet to enter an S-rank gate or dungeon. It wasn't something you could enter just because you wanted to, and he was never included.

A completely different world. They sat at entirely different tables. He felt it was unfair.

He was a born awakener, a chosen one, and he pondered why he was treated like this. That's why he joined Noble and started stealing skills from others. He felt immense satisfaction seeing himself grow stronger with each stolen skill. He believed it was only right to raise his fee and felt no guilt.

"You're just standing there thinking. Alright, here I come."

Tap—

"What?"

How could footsteps sound so light? Why's he now in front of me?

Lee Joon couldn't keep up with the situation in real-time. All he remembered was that after he deployed his Veil of Darkness skill, Baek Taeyang's appearance changed.

When he reached out to block Taeyang's punch, his hand broke. When he twisted his body to dodge his kick, it miraculously curved and shattered his shin.

Clink, clink—

The metal sounds that couldn't be hidden. From the gold necklace around his neck to the ornaments on his clothes. No matter how fast he moved, these items betrayed his presence. With his physical abilities overwhelmingly inferior, Lee Joon kept focusing on the ornaments.

My body can't keep up yet… But eventually, I'll be able to hear the sounds of the ornaments and dodge. And then, I'll steal his skill at the right moment. The plan's perfect.

——————————Steal (???): Steals the opponent's sub-skill. Physical contact with the opponent is required.

(This skill is a degraded version, so you can only steal one skill per person.)——————————

The skill itself was flawless. An absurdly powerful ability to steal an opponent's sub-skill without any conditions. Though there was a limitation of only being able to steal one skill per person because it was a degraded version, he thought it didn't matter.

It only takes a moment. It doesn't make sense for someone like him to possess such a powerful skill. I'll put it to better use.

Lee Joon waited for his opportunity.

"Ugh!"

Until then, he could endure being hit as much as needed. As long as victory awaited at the end, he could tolerate this level of pain.

[Super Recovery activated! Healing the injured area!]

Even if his arm broke or his leg was smashed, he would recover within seconds. In other words, no matter how much damage Baek Taeyang inflicted, it was useless.

Just a bit more… Just a bit more… The most important thing is to avoid his pickaxe. If I got struck by its blade, it feels like my body will be torn apart. As long as I dodge that… I can take the rest.

So, Lee Joon allowed Baek Taeyang's endless attacks. He endured the excruciating pain with a single-minded greed to steal Baek Taeyang's skill. Thanks to the Gladire tournament rules, he didn't have to worry about dying, which gave him peace of mind.

Clink, clink—

Now!!!

He reacted to the sound of the gold necklace around Baek Taeyang's neck and dodged his attack.

Got it! I did it!

Once he got used to it, everything else would follow smoothly.

"Oh, what's this? You're dodging now?"

I should've done this earlier.

Lee Joon smiled brightly at Baek Taeyang's words and opened his mouth, "Kuhahaha! It's over now!"

Lee Joon thought Baek Taeyang must have used up a lot of stamina while relentlessly chasing and hitting him. On the other hand, he had been conserving his stamina by using Super Recovery.

[Gear Change-Speed activated! Accelerating!]

Baek Taeyang had been hitting him in a steady rhythm from the start. He threw punches with his first breath, swung the pickaxe while holding his breath, and then restructured his body while inhaling again. They accompanied by the sound of the metal ornaments.

The first breath's punch. He couldn't dodge and got hit. The pickaxe coming while holding his breath. He sacrificed one arm to get close to Baek Taeyang.

Clink—

Right now! No matter how fierce you are, you're still just a student! Know your place!

Moving at a speed too fast for Baek Taeyang to react, Lee Joon instantly placed his hand on Baek Taeyang's chest.

"Steal! Activate!"

"What?"

Lee Joon clearly witnessed it—the moment of confusion on Baek Taeyang's arrogant face.

[Steal activated! Stealing Baek Taeyang's sub-skill!]

"You got this far by relying on your skill! Did you think you could go any further? Don’t worry, I’ll use your skill to climb even higher!" Lee Joon spoke excitedly.

If I have that skill, too! I can be an executive in Noble!

Hmm? But why is it taking so long to steal it? Normally, the skill should be stolen the moment I touch him.

It was then that Lee Joon noticed his hand turning black.

[Steal failed! It is impossible to steal from a corrupt official!]

What? A corrupt official? What does that even mean?

Unfortunately, Lee Joon couldn't continue his thoughts. Baek Taeyang's fist landed squarely on his cheek and sent him flying.

"Arghhh!"

Bam!

Lee Joon crashed pathetically into the ground.

Clink—

Baek Taeyang's jewels clashed with each step.

Clink—

The golden veins running through his skin blatantly displayed intense greed.

Jingle—

When he smiled, his sharp white teeth looked ready to devour Lee Joon.

Jingle—

Lee Joon was terrified. He barely managed to stand as he stumbled backward until he hit the barrier he had set up. Even then, he pounded on the barrier, pathetically shouting at Baek Taeyang.

"Don't come… Don't come…! Stay away!"

The Steal had failed. From the start, his combat abilities were overwhelmingly inferior. There was no longer any way to win.

"You don't scream nearly as well as Minsoo did."

There's no punching bag like Minsoo.

Baek Taeyang kept advancing and making comments completely unrelated to the present situation.

Fear.

To Lee Joon, Baek Taeyang was now the greatest fear in the world.

"Still, a chicken is better than nothing. I'll hear more about this Steal… You understand?"

A deep despair settled on Lee Joon's face.