Evil Organization’s Extra Mr. A – Chapter 82

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Xrecker
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After a simple dinner with drinks, the Hunter Killer members gathered in the living room for a proper drinking session. While Blue, the cooking enthusiast, had taken charge of dinner, Pink, the alcohol aficionado, now led the charge.

Pink, who’d never imagined having a casual drinking session like this with her teammates, was practically glowing with excitement, and the others smiled, enjoying her infectious energy.

While their communication had improved recently, and the topic of relationships was a natural progression, they surprisingly avoided talking about their boyfriends. They chatted about random topics, whatever came to mind, but the inevitable moment arrived.

“What are you doing?”

Pink asked Red, who was staring intently at her phone, and Red quickly hid the screen.

“Nothing, just texting Oppa that we’re having drinks.”

But the conversation about relationships didn’t last long. Only Red, Pink, and Blue were currently in relationships, so the topic was limited, and they seemed to be deliberately avoiding it.

“You’re totally smitten, aren’t you?”

Pink teased Red, who was smiling as she texted, and Red, slightly embarrassed, wondered if it was that obvious.

The reason they were avoiding the topic wasn’t complicated. It was a subtle competition.

It wasn’t that there was still tension between them; it was a competition to see whose boyfriend was the best.

They avoided being the first to bring it up, worried they might learn that their boyfriend was inferior to the others’. Of course, none of them believed their boyfriend was anything less than perfect.

To them, A was the best boyfriend in the world. It was a common sentiment among those in love, but realistically, there were always men with better “specs.”

“…”

Yellow, sensing the subtle tension between Red and Pink, thought, ‘What’s with them?’, and her eyes met Blue’s.

“…Don’t you have a boyfriend, Yellow?”

Blue had also been avoiding the topic. The three members currently in relationships wanted to boast about their boyfriends, and Yellow had become the target.

But Yellow’s answer was simple and direct, leaving no room for comparison.

“No.”

Romance wasn’t a priority for Yellow. Moreover, having been approached by men with ulterior motives, her experiences with relationships hadn’t been positive.

“Then is there anyone you’re interested in, or someone who’s been on your mind?”

Blue asked, wondering if Yellow had any similar experiences, and Yellow, thinking about the question, realized there was only one man she’d interacted with recently.

“Not interested, but there is a weird guy.”

“Who?!”

While they’d asked, they were all suddenly focused on Yellow, their curiosity piqued by the mention of a man. Green, uncomfortable with the sudden intensity, also looked at Yellow expectantly.

“It’s not like that. He’s just… weird. He followed me home asking for gaming lessons, and now, after I taught him a few things, he keeps coming back to play.”

“You’re playing games with him?”

“We are.”

For the three of them, who hadn’t shared a hobby with a romantic partner, Yellow’s story was intriguing.

“Lucky. My brother plays games a little, but I don’t know anything about them, so we can’t play together.”

Yellow looked at Red, remembering A briefly watching game videos.

“What game does he play?”

She wasn’t interested in Red’s boyfriend; she was just curious. If this led to an opportunity to play games with Red, it would be a bonus.

“Some fighting game.”

“Really?”

Just as the conversation about games was getting started, Pink, her face flushed from the alcohol, looked at Blue. Blue, feeling her intense gaze, tilted her head in confusion.

“Have you… done it… with your boyfriend?”

While there was no subject, the meaning was clear to everyone. Except for Green, apparently, who looked confused.

Blue, unfazed by Pink’s question, took a sip of her drink and smiled.

“Of course, I have.”

Her tone was confident. It was the confidence of a woman who’d finally taken control of her life, who’d found her independence, and who wasn’t embarrassed to talk about sex with her boyfriend.

Seeing Blue’s nonchalant response, Pink smiled, pleased. Her bait had worked; Blue had taken the hook.

“Blue, you have that petite figure guys like, so I’m sure your boyfriend likes it, too. How is it… you know… when you do it?”

“It’s… normal, I guess.”

She couldn’t tell them about her lactating breasts and didn’t want to give Pink too much ammunition for her inevitable boasting, so she kept her answer vague.

But her vague answer only fueled Pink’s competitive spirit, and just as she was about to speak,

“My brother can go all night, which can be a problem.”

Red, who’d been talking to Yellow about games, suddenly interjected. While they’d all only been with one man, they knew his stamina was exceptional. And it was a powerful weapon in the boyfriend-bragging arsenal.

It was a subtle, or not-so-subtle, way of saying, “We have an amazing sex life.”

Pink, who’d been about to boast about her boyfriend’s stamina after Blue’s “normal” comment, had been one-upped by Red. She’d missed her chance. And Blue realized her attempt to downplay the situation had backfired, giving them an opening to brag.

“Things are heating up.”

“…I can’t keep up.”

Green and Yellow, still inexperienced, watched the other three, their conversation escalating. While Green had someone she was interested in, their relationship wasn’t as developed, and the topic of their conversation felt… beyond her reach.

“My honey is also… the non-stop type.”

There was no need to elaborate on their stamina. Having experienced it firsthand, they knew superhumans’ enhanced physical abilities also translated to exceptional stamina in bed. And this was a boyfriend-bragging contest.

While it wasn’t exactly a fight, they all wanted to declare their boyfriend the best.

“Really? My brother does everything I ask him to.”

“And he loves breasts! He’s so cute when he nuzzles against me.”

“All men like breasts. My brother’s also obsessed with them.”

Their conversation had gone off the rails. They’d forgotten about their initial competitive spirit and were now openly discussing their boyfriends’ sexual preferences, their gestures and expressions subtly emphasizing their own physical attributes.

And Pink, who’d initiated the conversation but had missed her chance to brag, having been looking at her phone, finally spoke.

“This is what my boyfriend can do!”

The moment she showed them the video on her phone, the other members sobered up instantly, their faces flushing. It was a video of Pink having sex with A, filmed by A himself.

Red and Blue, stunned, were speechless, and Green, blushing furiously, covered her eyes. Yellow, surprisingly, had a neutral expression, but it was less indifference and more shock, her mind unable to process what she was seeing.

Pink, however, was beaming, convinced she’d won the boyfriend-bragging contest, completely unaware of her actions, the alcohol having taken over.

The man in the video, Pink’s boyfriend, was silent, and only Pink’s moans echoed from the phone.

“W-wow, that’s… intense.”

Red and Blue, who’d never seen themselves during sex, thought Pink and her boyfriend’s lovemaking in the video seemed incredibly… vigorous.

They’d been shocked at first, but they were now staring intently at the screen, and Pink, regaining some of her composure, turned off the video.

“See?”

While she was embarrassed, her face flushed, she couldn’t hide her smug smile, convinced she’d won.

The others remembered seeing Pink naked during their shower earlier, her body now superimposed with the image of her having sex, and Red and Blue, exchanging glances, quickly looked away, finally realizing the direction their conversation had taken.

“Should we… have another drink?”

“Yeah, let’s.”

They tried to change the subject, but Pink, emboldened by her perceived victory and fueled by alcohol, continued talking about sex.

But the atmosphere had shifted, making it difficult to talk about their boyfriends, and they decided to drop the topic for now.

The next morning, Red, her head throbbing from a hangover, came out of her room and sighed, seeing the messy living room, the remnants of last night’s drinking session.

“They really went all out.”

She was looking at Pink, who was passed out on the sofa, her face contorted in a grimace.

“Pink, are you okay?”

“Ugh…”

Red approached Pink, who groaned in response to her question, and checked on her. Pink, who’d stayed up drinking even after the others had gone to bed, had clearly overindulged, her usual tolerance surpassed by the excitement of the trip and the rare opportunity to drink with her teammates. The excessive alcohol had resulted in a terrible hangover, and Red knelt down beside the sofa, watching over her.

“Want something to drink?”

“Ugh…”

Pink groaned and shook her head weakly. Red’s gaze drifted towards her chest, still ample even while lying down, and she poked Pink’s breast with her finger, her mind still slightly foggy from sleep.

“They’re really big…”

She poked again, feeling the soft flesh, and suddenly understood A’s fascination.

“Water…”

Pink, her thirst returning as she regained some consciousness, reached out for a drink, and Red handed her the water bottle from the table.

“Such a baby.”

Pink’s childish behavior, despite being five years older than Red, made her smile, and she stood up and stretched. While yesterday had been eventful, their trip was just beginning.

“Fuck.”

I arrived at the training grounds, a secluded area in the mountains, away from the lodging, ready to start my supervision duties, and couldn’t help but curse at the scorching morning sun.

“Are you feeling okay? You were sneezing a lot yesterday.”

A colleague, concerned, asked about my health. I’d been sneezing non-stop during our drinking session last night, and he’d been worried I was catching a cold, but I felt fine this morning.

He seemed worried about my repeated sneezing and the oppressive heat.

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

I stretched, my body stiff, and waited with my colleagues for Esmeralda, who was in charge of the training supervision. I had a feeling it was going to be a long day and hoped I wouldn’t run into the Hunter Killer members during training.

Of course, I was wrong.

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