Your Girlfriend Was Amazing

Chapter 77: After Training Chunhyang, I Need to Follow Up with Screwing Her

After Training Chunhyang, I Need to Follow Up with Screwing Her

"Daddy!" My daughter's voice echoed as she ran towards me.

Growing up under the golden autumn leaves, she always wears an innocent smile that knows no fear—a true testament to what happiness really means.

She's my lovely daughter.

Master…

"I can see why having a child changes everything."

Moments like this, which had never occurred in Lee Taeok's life, are now here. Being Baek Taeyang truly changed so much in my life.

Initially, I was lost and confused after entering the novel. But now, I've grown enough to build such a wonderful family.

"Daddy!" She rushed into my arms without a worry of falling. With her weight leaning forward, she didn't wobble even once.

It's clear whose physical abilities she inherited. She may not have been raised with a silver spoon, but my daughter inherited my physical prowess. Not only that, but I started training her since she was young. Though she's only 8 years old, her skills easily surpass her age.

Swish, swish—

Even now, as she briefly stayed in my arms, she expertly practiced shadow boxing, her body eager for movement. Her boxing breaths and straight punches were executed with grace.

"Daddy, look at this! I can finally do a roundhouse kick!"

"Wow, my daughter is really strong!"

Not only straight punches, but she even slightly bent her arm when throwing hooks. Incorporating Muay Thai techniques seamlessly into elbow strikes, her consecutive moves were impeccable.

"If you teach one thing, she'll learn ten. That's my daughter."

"Of course, I didn't even miss a single question on the hanja test this time. I'm the best, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you're a genius!"

Master…

This moment is truly blissful.

My second life wasn't just about possessing Baek Taeyang, but it became real when I started building a family as him. From marrying my lovely wife to the overwhelming feeling of having a cute daughter like a rabbit.

I could even draw it with my eyes closed.

Naturally, when I think of my wife, her voice echoes in the distance, "Master~ The results for this year's exam are out."

"Ah… Right…"

My joy sank like a Titanic hitting an iceberg.

The exam schedule is absurd, happening only once every three years. While there were whispers of irregular tests, none have materialized. Perhaps the novel simply craves for Yi Mongryong to ace the state examination and climb the ranks.

"So, how'd it go?"

"Uh, well…" Chunhyang's smile turned into a frown, oozing concern.

In reality, I had already resigned myself to failure. Twelve years gone by, and the guy couldn't even pass the state examination, let alone rise to a high-ranking position.

"It's fine. I saw it coming."

"But still…" Chunhyang cautiously pulled me into a comforting embrace.

Should I just kill Minsoo…?

Minsoo's been trapped in the same loop for over a decade. Once, he even contemplated a trip to Hanyang, desperate for a breakthrough. But the novel confines the [Pimp] to the town, as if thwarting any chance of change—a clever blockade, albeit frustrating.

"Master… Why are you sweating so much?"

"Sweat?"

Am I sweating? Is it because of the crushing disappointment manifesting as symptoms of dehydration?

Actually, when I glanced at my palms, they were drenched. No, it's more than just sweat now. It poured out, as if my body were melting. The surroundings blurred, and Chunhyang's face vanished before me.

"What… What's going on?"

Fog? Why now? Did I mess up the story by not pushing forward?

Then, the voice that had been echoing since earlier resounded loudly in the sky, "Master, wake up!"

"…!"

"Oh, Master, you're awake… I'm sorry if I disturbed you for no reason. You were sweating buckets and seemed to be in agony…"

"It… It was all a dream…?"

As I came to my senses and surveyed my surroundings, I realized I was in the pimp's room, my first stop after reaching the gate.

Beside me, Wolhyang stared at me, stark naked, her body gleaming under the moonlight. Despite my shock, my body betrayed me with an erection.

"Right… I was just stunned to hear that Kim Minsoo couldn't memorize the hanja…"

"What? You don't know hanja? Are you serious?! You moron! How do you expect to pass the exam?!"

"Huh, what did you say?! You and your world's common sense are worlds apart from mine! Not knowing anything is like being a sponge, you know? There's something called a sponge that absorbs water really well and is good for washing dishes, and anyway, it's like that! I'm in that state right now! A completely dry sponge! So, I'm just, hey! Don't ignore me! I lost that time, but I'll absorb this knowledge like water into my brain and pass the past state examination soon!"

As I briefly closed my eyes and recalled our conversation, a headache immediately surged.

From Kim Minsoo's abrupt eruption to his disregard for the decibel level, showing no concern for anyone around him, coupled with his extensive self-absorption and deep-seated inferiority complex… With just words, Minsoo delivered a crushing blow to me.

I got consumed by the hopelessness of being stuck at the gate, so I swiftly left and went to my room. In an attempt to ease my frustration, I called Wolhyang and fucked her like a dog, before drifting off to sleep together.

"Bring me some water… with honey."

"Yes, just hold on a moment, Master." Wolhyang hastily dressed and left the room.

Even with a substitute… But there's no one particularly proficient in hanja here. Even if I had studied it properly, it wouldn't have made a difference.

Suppressing the urge to swear, I peered out the window. The moon hung round and bright, oblivious to any concerns.

Am I doomed to end up like in the dream?

It's peculiar that Chunhyang was my wife, but that's inconsequential. The dream felt so real that it kept leading me to bad endings.

As the pimp, I couldn't leave the area… And there were no irregular exam either… Any of them can easily become established facts.

With no concrete evidence, my brow furrowed instinctively.

"I brought the honey water, Master."

"Good, thanks." Accepting the honey water from Wolhyang, I took a sip to soothe my parched throat.

"Hey, Wolhyang."

"Yes, Master?"

"How long do you think it would take for someone who doesn't know hanja at all to pass the state exam for a high-ranking position?"

"The state examination?"

"Not me, just on average."

"Hmm…"

She sighed at the realization that it wasn't about me.

It's almost reassuring that it won't happen in my lifetime, so there's no point even contemplating it. I lack the energy to address it.

"Well… typically, even people who excel in the subject fail to pass the exam, Master. There was a person who caused a scene on the street not long ago, lamenting their failure after studying for 20 years. They said they would cry and die."

I hadn't anticipated much from Wolhyang's response. Still, I thought she might suggest something like, ‘Even if you're incompetent, it might take about six years with diligent effort,' but she said nothing of the sort.

If someone can't succeed after 20 years of trying, then they simply won't.

Though the sweet honey water flowed down my throat, my mood remained unchanged.

Why did the incompetent author set up such a gate for him in the first place? Why in the world is this gate meant for Kim Minsoo?

He might end up wasting decades here without achieving anything. Is memorizing hanja the first step to awakening or something?

"Master, if you aren't too tired… Um, being in your arms makes my body heat up…"

As soon as I finished the honey water, Wolhyang entered my embrace. With a rustle, she undressed and caressed my body.

While her face wasn't so welcoming when I first woke up, once she got a taste, she seemed thoroughly addicted. After all, no matter how times change, a man possessing this kind of joystick is the ultimate sex symbol. Who wouldn't crave being consumed by pleasure before rational thought sets in?

"Hmmmm…"

No matter how pissed off I am, I can't refuse sex.

I grabbed onto Wolhyang's tight ass and impaled her down on my lap.

Maybe she learned the cowgirl position from me, because she naturally wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Ahh…! You… you're so deep, Master… I-it…!"

I didn't bother with foreplay; I just shoved my cock into her already moist pussy.

Hold on a sec.

A brilliant idea flashed through my mind.

Since Wolhyang is also the gate native, there is a high chance she's treated as a "monster." Maybe everyone except for Kim Minsoo and me are considered monsters.

The fact that Virgin Bomber was triggered on Chunhyang is proof of that. But when I first embraced Wolhyang, and even now, there's no message popping up.

It means… Wolhyang isn't a virgin, but Chunhyang is. That also means Virgin Bomber can steal someone's skill when I take a virgin.

The only variable is that.

I don't know what skill Kim Minsoo has, but that seems to be the only way.

I have to train Chunhyang first, then fuck her.

The thought of having to fuck the boss monster isn't exactly thrilling.

While Wolhyang feels like an ordinary civilian who can't use any skills, Seong Chunhyang had activated her skill.

The scariest part is that if the woman isn't a virgin, the Virgin Bomber won't trigger. In other words, if I don't train her perfectly, she might turn hostile after I fucked her.

Guess it's time for some hardcore SM play starting tomorrow.

Why the hell do I have to consider banging a boss monster because of Kim Minsoo? When will he ever be of any help in my life?

"Ah… Master… Oh… My body feels all tingly… It's weird… Ahh…!"

Holding onto Wolhyang as she shivered, I turned towards the direction of Chunhyang's room. Then, I nearly screamed at the sight before me.

"…?!"

I almost screamed, forgetting that I was still intertwining bodies.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

What the hell?

Wide-eyed, Seong Chunhyang opened the door and was staring right at us.