Popular NPC in a Gender-Reversed Game – Chapter 25

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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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Im Ha-neul.

24 years old.

Yoo Chae-rin’s editor, she was raised in a rather conservative family.

Her mother was quite strict and a traditionalist who believed in distinct gender roles.

And in this reversed world, those beliefs were also reversed.

From a young age, she was taught that “women” should be strong and assertive, while “men” should know how to protect themselves.

In her family, which leaned towards stoicism, promiscuity was a big no-no.

“Boys and girls shouldn’t sit together after the age of seven” was a common saying.

Of course, children raised in such strict households often rebelled. She also didn’t like her family’s conservative views.

So, as soon as she turned 20, she moved out and declared her independence.

But leaving home didn’t erase her 20 years of upbringing.

Her family’s conservative values still lingered in her heart.

It was indecent for a “man” to expose his body!

It was in line with the saying that people should stay away from pleasure, and promiscuity was vulgar!

Of course, she had some, no, quite a bit of sexual desire, but she couldn’t help it, having been raised with those beliefs.

She was what people on the internet called a “stuck-up prude.”

Serious, taciturn, and picky. It was no wonder she strictly moderated her chat.

Maybe that’s why she hadn’t had a single relationship, even though she was almost 26 in Korean age.

She wanted to change, but… it was difficult to change a personality that had been ingrained since childhood.

Anyway, for that reason, she had no immunity to “men.”

As was typical for a stuck-up prude, she froze up easily whenever a “man” was in front of her.

And yet, a man appeared before her.

“W-What…?”

And he was half-naked!

A man stood there, shirtless and frozen in shock.

She saw his perfectly sculpted six-pack abs, broad back and shoulders, long limbs… and there was even a tattoo on his right collarbone, which somehow amplified his indecency.

A tattoo in this medieval era?!

What kind of promiscuous life had he led?

For a Confucian girl like her, the sight before her was too stimulating.

Of course, Yor had bigger things to worry about.

He was still shirtless, but he had no intention of covering up.

Because someone had just seen his mark.

‘Oh, shit…’

Realizing the gravity of the situation, Yor decided to subdue Im Ha-neul.

He didn’t entertain the naive thought that she might not have seen it. She had been frozen in place for at least two seconds.

And two seconds was more than enough time to see the mark on his collarbone.

So he had to subdue her before she did anything.

Making up his mind, Yor grabbed her by the back of her neck and pushed her back down as she tried to get up.

“Whoa!”

Im Ha-neul, who was in the middle of getting up, crashed back onto the ground.

And it didn’t end there.

He sat on top of her, pinning her down.

Still shirtless. It was a rather compromising position, but Yor didn’t care.

He might be in serious trouble.

“W-Wait, hold on…!”

Of course, Im Ha-neul, oblivious to the situation, only blushed.

Yor looked at her and thought,

‘Damn, what should I do?’

He might have to silence her permanently.

His mark being discovered was that serious of a problem.

But she might be an otherworlder, so Yor decided to activate ‘Player’s Eye’ first.

[The target NPC is hostile towards you!]

As expected, her status window popped up.

She was indeed an otherworlder. Which meant he couldn’t silence her.

Yor sighed deeply.

“Haa…”

Should he have been more careful while sunbathing?

No, he honestly thought he had done everything he could.

He had endured the itching for a long time, and he had checked his surroundings thoroughly before taking off his shirt.

But who would have thought she would fall from the sky?

And at the exact moment he took off his shirt?

This was… unfair.

It was as if someone up there was determined to mess with him!

It was incredibly frustrating, but it had already happened.

So Yor decided to think of a solution.

‘What should I do?’

Silencing her permanently was out of the question. She would just resurrect in three days.

He actually needed to keep her here.

He had to prevent her from spreading the word.

But how?

…Unfortunately, he hadn’t come up with a solution yet.

“Um… I’m really sorry for seeing your body, but… could you please get off me…?”

As Yor was lost in thought, he heard her voice.

Her face was as red as a beet.

Maybe it was because they had been in this position for too long, but she couldn’t take it anymore.

If this continued, she felt like her brain would overheat and her nose would bleed.

Yor, who had momentarily forgotten about her, hesitated for a moment and then got off her.

She was an otherworlder, so she could just “log out.”

And if she tried to run away physically, he could catch her.

But as he got off her, Yor was surprised.

‘…Whoa.’

He finally got a good look at her upper body.

He saw two massive mounds, almost as big as her head. They were the largest breasts he had ever seen in real life.

They were noticeable even through her loose robe.

They weren’t overwhelming, but they took up a significant portion of his field of vision.

He was briefly distracted, but remembering the gravity of the situation, Yor quickly snapped out of it.

He sat cross-legged across from her.

He had put his shirt back on. He needed to have a proper conversation, and even though she had seen his mark, he couldn’t keep sitting shirtless in front of her.

Look at her blushing face.

Despite her cynical expression, she looked like she was about to explode with embarrassment.

Yor, however, remained stoic.

An awkward silence filled the air.

Yor was the first to speak.

“Did you… see everything?”

“Ah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to look…”

Im Ha-neul said in a flustered tone. Yor cut her off and continued,

“No, not my body. This.”

He pointed to his right collarbone.

Understanding what he meant, Ha-neul averted her gaze and said,

“W-Well, I think tattoos are fine…”

“Haa…”

Yor sighed and continued,

“…What you saw today. Especially the tattoo on my collarbone. Never tell anyone about it.”

Let’s be honest.

He needed to silence her.

But was there a way to guarantee her silence?

“Never.”

…No.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t come up with a solution.

She was an otherworlder. To them, this was just a game, and they could always escape back to their world.

And their world had a highly developed internet.

All it took was a few clicks for his identity to be exposed.

Torture wouldn’t work. Even if he could silence her now, who knew what she would do once she returned home?

Imprisonment wouldn’t work either. She had a “logout” button, an escape route.

All he could do was threaten and cajole her.

He had to rely on her goodwill.

And he was a man who didn’t trust goodwill. The life he had lived so far wasn’t kind.

So he had to prepare for the worst.

He had to consider the possibility of abandoning this comfortable cave and leaving.

He might even have to enter the dangerous deep layer. He would rather face the monsters in there than dozens of bounty hunters.

‘…Damn.’

He suddenly wanted to blame the world.

He was working so hard to survive, and yet, nothing seemed to go his way.

Yor repeatedly pleaded with her to keep it a secret.

The atmosphere became heavy. Im Ha-neul nodded several times, but he didn’t let up.

The air around them was thick with tension.

But for some reason, Im Ha-neul didn’t feel scared.

It wasn’t that she was fearless.

She still flinched when she saw a group of high school boys hanging around a convenience store.

Yor also had a very sharp and intimidating appearance.

But for some reason, it felt like Yor, not Im Ha-neul, was the one cornered.

The one doing the threatening seemed more vulnerable.

He looked like…

A cornered hedgehog, raising its spines. Spitting out quills in all directions to protect itself.

Im Ha-neul was finally released when the sun almost set.

He didn’t seem to care that she had seen his naked torso; the only thing he demanded her silence on was the tattoo.

‘What’s so important about that tattoo…’

Was he that desperate to hide his past?

No, it seemed like there was more to it than just wanting to hide a wild past.

It was questionable whether such an intricate tattoo was even possible in this era.

“Hmm…”

Her curiosity lingered even after she logged out.

She immediately went online after getting out of the capsule.

She wasn’t planning to spread the information on the internet.

That wasn’t her style.

She was just curious. What made him react so strongly?

As she browsed the internet, she found something.

Information about “Demon’s Blood.”

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