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There are too many non-believers in cyberpunk – Chapter 17

.。.:✧ Boy and Girl in Punk City 2 ✧:.。.

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Translator: Simzy
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Time flew by at the pool.

They simply tossed a ball back and forth, splashed each other, and drank refreshments, yet it was more fun than they had ever imagined.

Splash!

“You little…!”

Amon, pushed into the pool by Sonia, leaped back onto the deck with a single bound.

Then, he scooped Sonia up and jumped into the pool with her.

Whoosh!

A huge splash erupted as the two plunged into the water.

Sonia tackled Amon as he surfaced, pulling him back under.

Then, both emerged, laughing brightly.

Although they had been shy about even looking at each other when they first arrived at the pool, after a bit of playful splashing, they were comfortable with physical contact.

They teased and joked with each other like the friends they always were.

“Haha. Here, have a drink.”

As the two were enjoying themselves, the narrow-eyed priest approached and offered them drinks.

Feeling thirsty, they readily accepted.

As they quenched their thirst with the refreshing lemonade, Sonia spoke to the priest.

“I’m sorry, Father. It feels like we’re having all the fun.”

“It’s alright. When would I ever get a chance to come to a place like this? Thanks to Sister’s donation, I get to come along as a chaperone.”

Sonia couldn’t help but smile wryly at the priest’s words.

When she heard the priest would be accompanying them on their trip with Amon, she had initially considered him a nuisance.

She thought he would steal away her time alone with Amon and lecture her on doctrine if she attempted any “unholy” contact with him.

But after arriving, she found it was completely different.

The priest had a super open mind.

He didn’t interfere with whatever Sonia and Amon did.

He simply observed them from a distance, enjoying the scenery, fulfilling his role as a chaperone.

Essentially, a benefactor.

A grateful presence who provided the funds and nothing else.

He even occasionally brought them drinks and introduced them to various services available at the resort.

He was more like a tour guide than a chaperone.

Sonia, who had considered the priest a hindrance, felt incredibly apologetic.

Unlike Sonia, Amon wasn’t interested in the priest.

His attention was focused on his female friend, who was sipping her drink.

Just moments ago, he had been reeling from the unfamiliar shock, but not anymore.

Now, with some composure, he reflected on his feelings.

If Amon wasn’t mistaken, the emotion he felt when he first saw Sonia in her swimsuit wasn’t lust, surprisingly, but a flutter of excitement.

He felt a genuine warmth when he saw her.

In this rotten world, a world where he couldn’t trust anyone.

He felt a genuine desire to be with her.

Immediately after, Amon’s body responded by increasing blood flow to his lower body, and his heart pounded painfully.

This left Amon in a state of confusion.

Did he… love Sonia?

Love was a truly complicated emotion.

It had no clear cause, no set pattern, and no explainable principle.

Amon was no exception.

His heart began to race due to an unusual sight of his female friend, whom he had always considered a normal part of his everyday life.

At first glance, it might seem like love, but Amon didn’t think so.

He had to be cautious.

Love in a peaceful world and love in a world where one lived in constant fear of death had entirely different meanings.

The word “love” carried a much heavier weight in this world.

In a world where trust was forbidden, one had to trust their partner and entrust their weaknesses to them.

It was the act of acquiring one more weakness.

More than the act of revealing one’s weaknesses, the fact that the other person became a weakness was more painful.

This wretched world would exploit any weakness without hesitation.

Therefore, Amon hesitated to acknowledge this feeling as love.

Could Amon truly love Sonia?

Furthermore, did he have the confidence to live with the weakness that she represented?

His contemplation didn’t last long.

On his way back from a quick trip to the restroom, seeing a sleazy playboy hitting on Sonia ignited a fire in his chest.

‘Ah, it’s too late.’

His heart had already decided not to let Sonia go.

If this emotion wasn’t love, then what was it?

So, there was no hesitation in Amon’s steps.

Just as Sonia had done to him, Amon approached her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and said,

“Honey, have you been waiting?”

Amon had no intention of letting her go.

‘Gasp?!’

Sonia, caught off guard by Amon’s sudden embrace, almost let out a moan.

Thanks to her innate reflexes, she managed to swallow the sound, but she couldn’t suppress the hiccup that escaped her.

She felt Amon’s fingers on her waist through the thin latex swimsuit, much thinner than the clothes she usually wore.

It was the first time she felt Amon’s fingers on her waist like this.

That wasn’t all.

As he pulled her closer, his body heat transferred directly to hers.

Amon held her tightly, almost painfully so.

Sonia didn’t resist, leaning against his shoulder and enjoying the feel of his firm muscles.

Then, she shot a contemptuous look at the playboy who had been flirting with her just moments ago.

A look that said,

“Back off, I’m taken.”

But unlike the women who had approached Amon earlier, this playboy reacted differently.

As if he had something to rely on, he maintained his swagger and continued his advances.

“Why are you playing so hard to get? Ah, right. Your friend next to you is pretty cute too. How about a threesome?”

The playboy gestured towards the women he had brought with him, making a circle with his thumb and index finger on one hand and moving the fingers of his other hand through it.

Amon’s disgust doubled.

It was extremely unpleasant, but he couldn’t resort to violence.

In a voice dripping with barely concealed disgust, Amon politely declined.

“Sorry, we’re not interested.”

But the playboy wasn’t one to give up easily.

He let out a hollow laugh at Amon’s response.

“You don’t seem to know who I am, kid.”

The playboy’s pupils dilated with a mechanical whirring sound.

He scanned Amon’s body, confirming the lack of any augmentations, and smirked.

He scoffed at Amon’s unimpressive physique.

‘Trying to act tough in front of a girl? Does he really think he can protect an S-class woman like this with that body?’

He inwardly mocked Amon, but introduced himself nonetheless.

“I’m a Gold-rank adventurer, kid. Do you even know what Gold-rank means?”

Introducing himself inflated the playboy’s ego even further.

So, how about it, punk? Getting the picture now?

He looked down at Amon with an arrogant gaze.

However, Amon and Sonia’s reactions were completely different from what he expected.

“So?”

“Oh, whatever. Just go away.”

They couldn’t care less.

In fact, the playboy’s self-introduction as a Gold-rank adventurer put Amon at ease.

If he were some CEO’s son or a gang executive, it would be different, but adventurers didn’t have any backing.

Besides, “adventurer” was just a fancy term for mercenary.

‘What a nobody.’

All they had were their money, their lawyers, and their bodies.

Naturally, he couldn’t call in those forces over a poolside squabble, so Amon had nothing to fear.

Perhaps dissatisfied with their reaction, the playboy raised his hand, aiming for Amon’s shoulder.

A gentle touch was all it would take to dislocate such a frail shoulder. It was an appropriate way to teach him a lesson without turning the pool into a bloodbath.

However, before his hand could reach Amon’s shoulder, reinforcements arrived.

“Is there a problem, young master?”

The narrow-eyed priest approached them with a pleasant smile.

Although it was hard to tell when he was wearing his priestly robes, the priest was quite imposing.

Imposing enough to be believable if he claimed to perform exorcisms by crushing demons’ skulls.

The playboy’s mechanical eyes whirred, scanning the newcomer’s physique.

The priest’s body was mostly human.

However, his left arm was unscannable.

It wasn’t that there were no augmentations; it was simply beyond the scanner’s capabilities.

Perhaps it was due to the location’s simulated summer weather?

A bead of sweat trickled down the playboy’s spine.

‘Shit. Was he from Special Ops or something?’

Unscannable equipment was typically a feature of military gear prioritizing stealth.

It was the kind of tech used by corporate special ops, ex-special forces turned gangsters, and other similar monsters.

Just how terrifying were they?

If a fight broke out, a Gold-rank adventurer like himself would have his spine ripped out and displayed in someone’s living room before anyone even noticed.

And someone like that called this person “young master”. He had to be someone like a gang leader’s son or a CEO’s son.

The playboy nervously glanced at Amon, trying to gauge his reaction.

Noticing this, Amon played along with the priest’s act.

“This gentleman has been making some uncomfortable propositions.”

“Hmm…”

The priest stroked his chin, his gaze sweeping over the playboy.

It was clear he was assessing how to deal with him.

Even a live-for-today mercenary didn’t want to die pointlessly.

The playboy immediately adopted a subservient attitude and pleaded with Amon.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know what I was doing. Please, just spare me!”

“What did I say?”

“Nothing. You didn’t say anything. Yes, yes. I was talking nonsense.”

Amon, tired of even looking at the playboy, dismissed him with a dismissive gesture.

The playboy immediately left without complaint.

After the playboy retreated to the opposite end of the pool, as far from Amon and his companions as possible, the priest murmured,

“Mercenaries… truly barbaric.”

He spoke freely, confident that Amon and Sonia would join the Vatican.

But in this moment, regardless of the Vatican, Amon wholeheartedly agreed.

“That’s how those who scrape by in dungeons are.”

As they said, adventurers were mercenaries who explored dungeons.

Dungeons were failed corporations where greedy companies conducted dangerous experiments, lost control, and went bankrupt.

Things like:

A bioweapons research lab destroyed by escaped test subjects.

A magic research facility where everyone was cursed and became undead.

A power plant run by entities that escaped and destroyed the company.

Usually, when companies went bankrupt overnight like this, those responsible for the damages caused by the failed experiments also vanished.

With the people responsible becoming meals for the test subjects, even safely demolishing the building cost money.

So, the government, instead of demolishing them, chose to seal them off and keep quiet.

Then, a new ecosystem would develop within the sealed building, and the cost of safely demolishing it would increase.

This vicious cycle created a troublesome dungeon.

Dungeons, unproductive and driving down property values.

Yet, even these troublesome things had a demand, which was where mercenaries came in.

Within the ruins of bankrupt companies lay unretrieved confidential data and proprietary technology.

It was the perfect place for mercenaries seeking a fortune.

If there were body augmentation technology or equipment left inside, it was a jackpot.

If there was information they could sell to the government or other groups, it was a jackpot.

If the technology that brought down the company became theirs, it was the ultimate jackpot.

Even returning with their limbs intact, or even just alive, was a profit.

In fact, the top mercenaries all had a piece or two of technology from the deepest parts of dungeons integrated into their bodies.

That’s why mercenaries, calling themselves adventurers or explorers, dove into dungeons.

The playboy who had confronted Amon was one such individual, with nothing but his body to his name.

A being who poured his days into fleeting pleasures, unsure of when he might die.

“Honestly, I don’t see any difference between them and gamblers.”

“The stakes are just different. Money versus their own lives.”

“Brother, your words are sharper than I expected.”

Amon shrugged in response.

In any case, thanks to the priest’s intervention, Amon had gotten rid of the unwanted guest.

Thanking the priest, he checked on Sonia.

Her earlobes were flushed as she nestled in his arms.

He turned to look at the position of the sun.

It was already beginning to set.

Instead of taking her back to the pool, Amon suggested the place he had discussed with the priest.

“Shall we go back to our room?”

“…Okay.”

Sonia shyly nodded.

Amon and Sonia had no particular feelings about sharing a room.

At least, that’s what they thought eight hours ago.

But after realizing his feelings for Sonia, Amon couldn’t look at her the same way.

‘Why does this hotel have a shower stall visible from the bedroom?!’

To be precise, it was translucent glass, but that only fueled his imagination.

Whoosh

Splash splash

Whoever installed the shower stall had done a terrible job with soundproofing.

‘Whoever you are, thank you, you bastard…’

The rented swimsuits, the two-person room layout, the shower stall design…

The resort designer was definitely a perv… no, definitely a pervert.

Amon chanted the Heart Sutra internally, trying to avert his gaze from Sonia’s silhouette in the shower.

But his instincts kept drawing his eyes towards her.

The translucent glass offered endless possibilities for imagination.

As she flipped her hair and arched her back slightly, her ample breasts, forming a beautiful curve, flaunted their presence.

As she began to wash herself, they jiggled accordingly.

Amon’s gaze followed her hands.

Starting from her neck, her hands moved down her waist, washing her hips.

Then, as she bent down to wash her thighs and calves, her buttocks came into focus.

Amon’s gaze lingered, appreciating the beautiful curve formed by her hips and waist.

Above her waist, her round breasts drooped like water balloons, making their presence undeniable.

This blissful moment ended quickly as she straightened up.

Before Amon could feel disappointed, her hands moved to the highlight.

She raised one arm and began to wash her armpit.

Because of her large breasts, she had to support them from underneath to reach her armpit.

He could faintly see her breasts being squished against her arm.

“Hmm~♪”

She hummed as she washed her other armpit.

Her next target was a more private area.

Supporting her breasts with one hand, she washed beneath them.

The shadows of her breasts shifted shape, following the movement of her hand.

Squishing, jiggling…

And as she moved from beneath them to between them, they spread wide again, captivating Amon’s gaze.

Finally, her hand moved towards her most intimate area.

Between her thighs. The entrance to a woman’s most precious place.

Barely managing to suppress the vulgar thoughts that surfaced, Amon averted his gaze.

As Sonia finished her shower, Amon’s happy time ended as well.

After Sonia’s shower, Amon took his own.

Just as Amon had done, Sonia also thoroughly enjoyed the view of Amon’s silhouette.

Finally, they both sat on the queen-sized bed, facing each other.

Fresh from their showers, they sat facing each other, clean and refreshed.

The open bathrobes revealed the curves of their chests.

The sight of each other’s smooth skin was a critical hit for both of them.

Their faces flushed crimson, yet they continued to gaze at each other silently, neither looking away.

A ticklish, shy, dizzying feeling…

Sensations that wouldn’t normally be considered pleasant, but in this moment, they were enjoyable.

After several minutes of silent gazing, Amon broke the awkward silence.

“Sonia.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been thinking.”

Amon’s sudden confession, seemingly out of context.

Until this morning, he had considered Sonia a friend.

But the moment she was hit on by the playboy, he realized something.

He could never let her go.

And that he could trust her with his back.

“I’ve been thinking. Was I perhaps infatuated with your appearance? But no, that’s not it. I like you, Sonia, as a person.”

Throughout their time at the pool, Amon’s heart hadn’t stirred even slightly at the sight of any other beauties.

When he realized that his gaze hadn’t wandered even once in a place where influencers and models from all over the world gathered, flaunting their figures in revealing swimsuits, he was certain.

He liked Sonia as a person.

“Let me be clear. I like your beautiful face. I like your voice, and your warm touch. I like your usual cheerful personality and the occasional glimpses of a colder side. I like how you always encourage me, how you trust me. I like everything about you.”

Amon, after pouring out his feelings, paused to catch his breath before continuing.

“But more than anything, I…I… like that I can trust you…”

Exhale

Amon took a deep breath.

And just as he was about to utter the final word, Sonia interrupted him.

“I love you.”

As she spoke, Sonia’s face drew closer to Amon’s.

Their breaths mingled.

‘?!’

Before Amon could process the situation, Sonia put her knowledge into practice.

‘Whoa, her tongue…’

Amon stopped thinking.

Instead, he focused on etching this moment into his memory forever.

His first kiss…

It was engraved deep within his soul, a memory he could never forget.

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There Are Too Many Non-Believers in Cyberpunk

There Are Too Many Non-Believers in Cyberpunk

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Artist: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
I was reincarnated into a game. Without any price, by the pure grace of the Goddess. Overwhelmed by that grace, I even developed a faith I didn't have before. So, I tried to live diligently and righteously. ...But there are too many bastards who keep crossing the line, even for cyberpunk. Deus Vult. God wills it. It's a crusade, you bastards.

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Zero
Zero
19 days ago

Oh, that was fast.
Thanks for the chapter.

Amabri
Amabri
18 days ago

Yes SEGGS! Thankfully the romance didn’t get drag out. But I afraid for what come next for them in this cruel world.

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