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Translator: penny
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Itaewon, Throwing Down the Gauntlet
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Returning to her dorm room, Dokgo Hwaryeon repeatedly practiced the training method Black Johnson had taught her. She felt nothing right away, but she steadied her breathing, trusting that it would pay off eventually.
'Black Johnson's a foreigner, so he has a different culture from us. That's why he acts like that.'
Every time she recalled the scene she'd witnessed earlier, her face flushed red. It was even more embarrassing because she was old enough to know exactly what was going on. The thing hanging between Black Johnson's legs wasn't from this world.
He'd been far too casual about exposing himself to a girl he'd only just met—and even letting her touch it. Dokgo Hwaryeon had been utterly shocked by Black Johnson's sudden boldness.
'It was insanely huge. I can still feel it in my hand…!'
The moment Dokgo Hwaryeon had fondled it, she'd been linked with Iron. Its texture had matched iron perfectly—rock-hard and gleaming. That image was burned into her mind, refusing to fade.
Dokgo Hwaryeon shook her head vigorously. She pulled her wandering focus back together. Now fully nude, she began contemplating the meridian pathways Black Johnson had pointed out.
'Draw the areas permitted by the spirit, consciously direct the flow of blood….'
Her hand couldn't even fully wrap around it. Bigger than any of the guys in those videos she'd been forced to watch as a kid with her friends—her head spun at the thought of that massive cock.
"I can't focus!"
Dokgo Hwaryeon was still just a teenage girl in her prime. Even if she burned with ambition to grow stronger, she couldn't help being curious—and intrigued—by the bodies of boys her age.
Her heart raced at the sight of the real thing for the first time. It wasn't love or anything like that. Just curiosity, anticipation, a swirl of complex thoughts about a big, hard male body— all of it disrupting her training.
"Argh, that bastard Black Johnson…!"
She couldn't bring herself to curse him worse than that. He was a friend from abroad, so she'd leave it there. Dokgo Hwaryeon grimaced at the slick wetness trickling down her thigh.
"Ahh…!"
Instinctively, she rubbed the spot that felt so good. Her clit swelled slowly, hardening as she teased and mashed it gently. Maybe because she masturbated often, things progressed smoothly.
'Someday….'
A woman's body had a hymen, so she felt some resistance to anything involving penetration. She didn't slide her fingers inside. Once she finished her session, Dokgo Hwaryeon washed up and resumed her training.
Night after night, masturbating while picturing Black Johnson's body became part of her routine—without her even realizing it.
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Academy life flowed smoothly. Mostly sparring and spirit communion classes, with the occasional theory lesson mixed in. Before I knew it, the first weekend had arrived.
I waited for the bus at the Academy dorm complex. I wasn't alone—a handful of other students were there too. Everyone was heading to the mainland to spend their first weekend off-campus.
'Dokgo Hwaryeon said she's been practicing the training method well.'
Whenever I asked her about it, she'd mumble evasively, her face turning red as she stumbled over her words. It was fun to tease her like that. I'd have to keep a close eye on her.
The training method I'd taught her was completely useless. I needed to show results before she started doubting it. For that, I'd need spirit stones….
'Let's snag some spirit stones and another spirit over the weekend.'
That was the plan for heading inland.
Standing at the bus stop, I scanned the students around me. My height made it easy to look down on them—especially the girls.
'They've all ripened nicely.'
They'd blossomed into full women. Their breasts swelled plump and inviting, their asses thick and juicy. Their bodies were primed and ready to bear and raise children anytime.
They probably didn't realize it themselves, but physically, they were fully mature. All of them were waiting for a male to conquer their bodies, to claim their blooming flowers.
My cock twitched. Gazing at the female cadets, I struggled to contain my rising heat. But I held back. Even in this novel world, rape was a crime.
'What if it's not rape?'
Then I wouldn't hesitate. Once a woman made her intentions clear, no one could stop my Black Anaconda from going to work.
I boarded the bus and headed inland. Crossing the bridge connecting the island, I reached Gangwon Province—a place I knew only from military service. After handling business there, I'd head to Seoul.
'Low-rank gates should be no problem.'
This world had 'gates.' Bizarre phenomena also called 'rifts' that made heroes necessary. Heroes delved into gates to exterminate evil-attribute spirits.
Even as a cadet, I figured F-rank gates were accessible. After all, Lee Do-jun frequented them to train his communion with Demonis.
Through a hero community site, I found a spot. A small guild tackling an E-rank gate—they needed a frontline hero.
"HelloYo."
"J-Johnson?"
"Yes, my name is Johnson."
I linked up with the small guild. Hiding my personal details, I entered the gate with them. E-rank was a joke for Black Johnson.
"Johnson, you're insanely tough."
"In my homeland, we must fight demons. But I could not protect my familyYo."
"Ah…."
"So I came to Korea to make money."
I bullshitted a backstory with broken speech. Piling on ridiculous details let me dodge their barrage of questions.
"Let's team up again sometime."
"Yes, I want to be friends with you all."
I exchanged contacts with the small guild, Potato Alliance. Who knew how long that'd last. They handed over 100,000 won for the E-rank clear, and I headed to Seoul.
'Skimming 33% off the top as a kickback….'
The Potato Alliance heroes had ripped me off. Per-gate freelance clears, and they'd pocketed a whopping 50,000 won from my share.
Just because I was a black international student, they stabbed me in the back. Total scumbags. I was pissed, but I didn't make a scene. Time was too valuable.
'At least I got what I came for.'
I'd achieved my goal: experiencing Black Johnson's body in real combat. It sharpened my senses far better than sparring with cadets.
Black Johnson had a supremely superior physique. Not just motor skills—all his senses were perfect. I'd also picked up aggressive ways to wield Earth/Soil, Stone/Rock, and Iron.
'And I snagged an iron-attribute spirit….'
Gates teemed with spirits. That was the setting—no need to question the 'why.'
I'd use the iron-attribute spirit from the E-rank gate for spirit fusion. With Black Johnson's talent, it was feasible, so I didn't hesitate.
Fusing Iron and Iron Variant. Fusion was a nice word for it—it was basically predation. Iron devoured Iron Variant, evolving a step further.
"Yes, from now on, your name is Iron Mk.2."
Iron Mk.2 reshaped itself into a new form. It could now manifest a clearer figure—one with pronounced feminine curves.
'Black Johnson, turns out you're not immune to lust after all.'
Spirits followed their heroes. Evolving to match their tastes wasn't odd. Iron Mk.2 would take a form Black Johnson would like.
"Have you grown stronger?"
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Verbal communication wasn't possible yet. But emotional transmission worked fine. According to Iron Mk.2, it was much stronger than before.
'I'll test it out later.'
I headed to Seoul. Dozing on the bus to catch up on sleep, I got off at Dongseoul Bus Terminal. Crowds bustled everywhere.
I spotted soldiers in uniform. Even stuck in this black body, I'd once been an Army private like them. Tears blurred my vision.
"Korean Soldier, fighting!"
"Huh? Oh, uh… yeah."
A staff sergeant squad leader nodded awkwardly, then hurried off, embarrassed by my praise. Feeling the stares, I quickened my pace.
'Spirit stones, spirit stones….'
I could ask Gong Su-ji to get them. Borrowing the Fanatic Cult's power would net decent ones. But I couldn't. The moment I cleared that debt, it'd be a loss.
'Conveniently close by anyway.'
Spirit stones formed simply. Spirits shed them upon leveling up through enlightenment—not fusion or predation. Like an animal's discarded exoskeleton.
Ranked by the spirit's realm, stronger ones fetched insane prices.
'Every spirit stone Lee Do-jun gets? Mine now.'
Lee Do-jun gave his to the heroines. Since Demonis didn't eat spirit stones, he used them to win over the girls.
'Whether he gives them or I do, same difference, right?'
I headed to Lee Do-jun's place. I knew the address by heart—no getting lost. Right here, he lucked into a spirit stone.
Lee Do-jun lived in a rundown villa. Behind it, next to the jar stand in a makeshift veggie patch, a rainbow-hued spirit stone lay buried. I snuck in and dug it up.
"Lucky."
Jackpot.
Tucking away the top-grade spirit stone, I made for Itaewon. That den of women dying to get devoured by a black man. There, Black Johnson's BBC—Big Black Cock—would make its debut. In other words, I was throwing down the gauntlet.