episode_0101

A quiet room.

Ingrid and Yoo-shin Jung were simultaneously looking down at the table.

On the table was a leopard-print lingerie set, a mix of yellow and black.

“…”

*gulp*

Yoo-shin Jung swallowed hard.

‘Isn’t this a total disaster?’

He brought Karin’s underwear wrapped in cloth like medicine and snacks.

From her mother’s perspective, it’s as if the barbaric being, whom she thought was chaste until now, appeared and said.

‘Woohoo! I enjoyed your daughter very much! This is the lingerie my daughter wore after she became corrupted, it’s my style!’

A trophy signifying that he conquered her one and only daughter, whom she raised with such difficulty, with his own penis and stained her with his color.

And.

A declaration of war that he would soon make her the same way.

Could there be a more vicious widow subjugation declaration than this in the world?

Even readers who enjoy suggestive comics on a certain site would shake their heads and back away from such malicious intimidation.

Realizing this, his body trembled.

His opponent wasn’t just a widow. She was a member of the Labyrinth City Committee, the guardian of the labyrinth. She was someone in an extremely high position.

‘Karin…what resentment do you have that you’re trying to assassinate me?’

Borrowing a knife to kill someone.

Death was imminent.

No.

He steeled his mind.

Even if you’re captured in the den of the Red Wolves, you won’t be eaten if you keep your wits about you.

His head, which had survived many life-and-death situations, began to spin rapidly.

“···Ingrid, please listen. I can explain everything.”

“Stop it. This lingerie is mine.”

“…Excuse me?”

Yoo-shin Jung asked blankly. Ingrid avoided Yoo-shin Jung’s gaze.

“It’s mine.”

“…”

Ingrid’s red ears fluttered.

‘What a fool.’

A few weeks ago, she had a suggestive feeling because of this barbaric being’s massage. So she secretly bought lingerie she didn’t usually wear. She usually wore plain cotton underwear.

After buying it, she felt it was too vulgar for her age. No matter how hard she tried to brace herself, lingerie with fancy embroidery was Ingrid’s limit.

So, she left it in her closet without ever wearing it, and gave it to her daughter when she stopped by after her house arrest ended.

To be precise, it was more like Karin took it without permission.

She confiscated everything her daughter had. It was the law of Labyrinth City, so there was nothing she could do. In fact, it was a stricter measure than other families, but as she was a member of the Labyrinth City Committee, she had no choice but to set an example.

Still, she couldn’t help but feel sorry.

She just pretended not to notice and let her take it. But her daughter used it cleanly and returned it.

Karin knows that she wouldn’t wear such flashy lingerie. Still, Karin went out of her way to return it to her. There was only one reason.

It was a silent indication that she wanted complete independence as an explorer.

On one hand, she was proud.

On the other hand, she wanted to die of embarrassment.

She ended up revealing a weakness she didn’t want this mixed-blood barbaric being to find out about.

Ingrid smoothed her hair behind her ear and crossed her legs.

‘Embarrassing.’

If this man laughed and said something like, ‘Do you wear lingerie like this? It’s obscene,’ she was ready to die right then and there.

“Scar, I’m sorry. For showing you this lingerie.”

“···I think it’s fine.”

Ingrid’s eyes widened at Yoo-shin Jung’s soft words.

“···What?”

“Isn’t it a person’s freedom what kind of lingerie they wear?”

“But isn’t this lingerie too flashy for a woman my age to wear?”

“To be honest, when I first met Ingrid, I thought you were Karin’s older sister. You’re young and beautiful, so I don’t think you have to worry too much.”

‘It’s not like I’m going to show it to anyone.’

He swallowed the rest of his words.

“I…is that so. You’re wagging your tail at my face.”

Ingrid’s face turned red as she repeatedly brushed her hair behind her ear. Her wolf ears perked up.

“And I like leopard print lingerie.”

Yoo-shin Jung suddenly dropped a bombshell.

“…!”

Ingrid’s mouth opened slightly.

‘Could it be.’

This man.

Is he telling her to wear this lingerie in a roundabout way?

With his innocent face and gentle tone, he soothed her heart and then pushed forward with an absurd request.

‘Ugh…!’

Not only did he toy with her body as he pleased, but now he was even forcing his tastes on her.

A dangerous man.

Alarm bells rang in her head.

He drove her into five days of constant caress hell, making her even utter the word ‘master,’ but things were different now.

She had made it through that hellish massage. She had built up a tolerance, so she couldn’t be taken advantage of as easily as before.

She wouldn’t be led around anymore.

She steeled her mind and prepared to refuse.

Ingrid glared at Yoo-shin Jung with determination in her eyes.

“Ah…I see. So, you want me to wear this?”

Ingrid was shocked to hear the words coming out of her own mouth. It was because words completely different from what she had in mind were popping out.

‘Ugh…!’

That’s not what she meant. She had to be firmer. The words she blurted out were completely different from what she was thinking.

Yoo-shin Jung, his face red, hurriedly waved his hands.

“Ah…no. That’s not what I meant!”

“Th, then?”

“It’s a matter of ‘freedom.’ Who would stop you if you wanted to wear it, Ingrid?”

Freedom.

Ingrid swallowed hard.

‘He’s a fiend.’

He was telling her that he wouldn’t push her any further into hell, so she should fall on her own.

A nonchalant sentence telling her to voluntarily become depraved.

A chill ran down her spine.

This man, who never once demanded her body, wanted her to voluntarily spread her pathetic hole and act coquettishly.

How far would he drive her to the bottom?

But once again.

“I…I see. So, I can ‘freely’ wear this lingerie?”

Words contrary to Ingrid’s heart popped out.

“Yes. Well, do as you please.”

The barbaric being, his face red, averted his gaze. He pretended to be innocent, but deep down, he was a man who reveled in the extremes of sadism.

She suddenly became worried about her daughter.

‘Could it be that she’s been caught by a man like this…?!’

Was she being subjected to all sorts of terrible things?

If she died exploring the labyrinth, it couldn’t be helped. Her heart would ache as if it were being torn apart, but those who seek to stand above others inevitably experience this kind of hardship.

Especially if you are alone in a noble position, you will face all kinds of storms head-on. It was a difficult and lonely thing.

But there was something even worse than that.

What if her daughter was violated by this man and gradually became accustomed to unspeakably lewd and sadistic demands?

So, one day, when she retired as an explorer.

What if she had vulgar tattoos on her stomach and chest, tanned skin, and wore the kind of awful clothes that prostitutes wear, nestled in this barbaric being’s arms, giving up everything and just becoming a receptacle for his semen to be used as he pleased?

If that happened, she would collapse.

Ingrid gritted her teeth tightly.

She couldn’t let that happen.

For her daughter’s sake, and for her own sake.

She couldn’t directly help her daughter. But what if she took the initiative to accept this man’s sadistic desires instead?

She was convinced that she could protect her daughter.

Then, that place that she had never touched except when bathing became moist.

Like oil, that slippery, sticky, and warm place repeatedly tightened and loosened.

“Hoo. Hoot.”

Ingrid’s breathing became ragged. Yoo-shin Jung looked worried.

“Are you alright? You don’t seem to be feeling well.”

“I’m…I’m fine.”

She felt resentful. How could he harass her relentlessly for several nights and then make such a pitiful face?

She wanted to pinch this man’s cheeks hard. But as the representative of the Beastmen Alliance and as a mother, she had to restrain herself.

‘It looks too casual.’

Ingrid, her face flushed, took the leopard print lingerie.

When the lingerie disappeared, there was food and medicine underneath. A letter was also enclosed.

Yoo-shin Jung opened his mouth.

“Well, Karin’s request is over. Can I ask you something now?”

“Speak.”

“Is there a reason you called me here?”

“It’s not that big of a reason.”

Ingrid bit her lip and finally spoke.

“It’s about the massage for Rin.”

“I see. I think I did it diligently. I even slept with her in my room.”

Ingrid felt her pelvis slowly sink and stick comfortably to the chair. Like melting ice.

‘I know too. Your scent, your babbling in your sleep, all your gestures.’

“Ri…Rin told me. She doesn’t like too, too rough massages.”

“I see. I’ll be careful.”

Several scenes flashed through Yoo-shin Jung’s mind.

The time he sat on Rin.

The time he smacked Rin’s butt.

The fact that his hands moved on their own due to the side effects of sealing the virgin female corruption seal, so he ended up massaging Rin all night long.

“Be…be gentle. Got it? Please. No more…”

Ingrid couldn’t continue her words, her face red.

Yoo-shin Jung nodded. There was a reason why Ingrid said this. No matter what, she wouldn’t like it if he treated her precious shikigami carelessly.

“I will be gentle.”

“Hng…!”

Ingrid twisted her body.

Yoo-shin Jung scratched his head.

‘She really doesn’t seem to be feeling well.’

In situations like this, it was polite to get out of the way quickly. He had finished Karin’s request and heard Ingrid’s business.

He thought it would be a nuisance to stay any longer.

He stood up from his seat.

“Then, I’ll head back first.”

“Ah…I see. Go back carefully.”

Squeak.

Thump.

Ingrid stared at Yoo-shin Jung’s back as he went out the door, then lowered her head.

Leopard print lingerie.

She bit her lip tightly. If she didn’t wear it, he would harass her even more relentlessly. That smile. That expression. It was no different from the tone of someone who already knew everything.

‘If you don’t want to see your daughter become vulgarly corrupted, then you take the burden instead. Is that what you mean?’

Because she had been subjected to humiliating torture for five days, she hadn’t been able to properly monitor the labyrinth entrance.

She bit her pillow in her mouth to suppress her lewd moans, worried about being caught by her subordinates and daughter through the door.

“Hoo… I’ve really gotten myself into something.”

Not cutting off the magic of sensory sharing with Rin as she twisted her body in pleasure, a pleasure that mercilessly ravaged her brain, was the biggest mistake of her life.

She didn’t have the confidence to go back.

What should she do?

Should she wear this flashy lingerie and act coquettishly according to that man’s wishes?

She, who was a member of the Labyrinth City Committee and the head of the Red Wolf tribe?

Late at night. In a quiet room, Ingrid’s hot sigh deepened.

* * *

Yoo-shin Jung returned to the inn, feeling the stuffy night breeze.

“Why are you so late?”

Karin rested her chin on her hand and glared at Yoo-shin Jung.

“I went to have a conversation. But speaking of which.”

“Why?”

“Why did you put the lingerie in the cloth wrapping?”

“Whoa… did you open the cloth wrapping beforehand?”

“No. Ingrid told me to open it, so I did.”

“Is that so? That’s strange. Why did she do that? I thought she would just give you the cloth wrapping and come back, are you close to my mom?”

“There’s no way. She’s the representative of the Beastmen Alliance and one of the members of the Labyrinth City Committee, how could I become close to her?”

“Then why did you talk for so long?”

Yoo-shin Jung tilted his head at Karin’s question.

‘Did that much time pass?’

“Even if I’m not close to Ingrid, we do have a connection.”

“What kind of connection?”

“Didn’t I tell you?”

“I was locked up in the room the whole time.”

Karin grumbled.

“That’s right. The first day I met Ingrid was probably…”

Yoo-shin Jung crossed his arms and looked up at the air.

“Wait.”

Karin took out a bottle of liquor from the cupboard behind the counter.

“Let’s talk while drinking.”

Yoo-shin Jung chuckled.

“Should we?”

“And don’t use honorifics. What’s between us…and you’re the inn ‘owner,’ right?”

Karin emphasized the word ‘owner’ in particular. Yoo-shin Jung tilted his head and nodded.

It probably didn’t matter. He thought it was a reason Karin made up because she wanted to get close to him. Even though her words and actions were a bit extreme, she was confident and considerate.

“Okay.”

“Good. Keep telling me the story.”

“Let’s see…so, we met Hans when we went into the labyrinth together last time, right?”

“Yeah. So?”

“That Hans bastard, you see…”

An empty inn.

The night grew deeper, and the liquor glasses were emptied, and the conversation between the two men and women became twice as long.

It was the middle of summer.