Heroine Hunts Heroines

Chapter 36

I decided to take a closer look at Rosaria's new interest. This was an SM story—a book I'd read before. It featured a scene where a maid tied up her lady in a tortoise shell bondage and tormented her in a dungeon. I picked it up just to confirm, and, as expected, it was exactly the type of story I remembered.

“Well, well, this is interesting,” I said.

“P-please, give it back,” she stammered.

It seemed like she wanted to snatch the book from me, but a healer has no chance of overpowering a dealer in terms of strength. This yuri book was now mine, to do with as I pleased. But then a thought occurred to me.

“So, do you want to be the lady, or would you prefer I take that role?”

“I-it’s not like that...”

She denied it but didn’t outright reject the idea. It seemed she wanted one of us to play the role of the lady in the story. Honestly, nuns can be quite troublesome.

“Look, I know how to do tortoise shell bondage. If you perform well today, I might just tie you up and treat you like my little pet for an entire night.”

*Gulp*

I could hear her swallowing nervously. These heroines, like Reina and Han Su-ji, all seemed to have turned into M-leaning yuri fans. Fine by me. The previous version of Azhdaha caused chaos wherever he went, but he wasn’t an incorrigible pervert who derived pleasure from simply watching others suffer. I’m more... selective with my conquests.

“Who... who wants that?! Hmph! I’m only tolerating this because I don’t stand a chance against you!”@@@@

“For someone just ‘tolerating’ it, you’re awfully warm... and a bit damp...”

“D-don’t touch me! People are watching.”

“So, you’re okay with it as long as no one’s looking?” I teased.

Her cheeks flushed red at my words. Since she wasn’t exactly rejecting the idea, it seemed my British nun was in the mood to be taken. Then, just as I was about to lead her toward the restroom for some alone time, a young Caucasian boy stepped in our path.

“Ah, Rosaria, it’s so nice to see you! It’s been a whole year since we met in London, hasn’t it?”

A handsome blonde with a sweet smile—a typical Western guy. He blocked our path with his charming grin.

“Ah, of course, Rosaria. I see you’ve even gotten close to the famed ‘White Flame Valkyrie’ from the Korean Hunter Association, Miss Yu Eun-ha. You really are my woman!”

“Haha... Allen, please don’t say things like that. We’re not officially engaged or anything.”

Rosaria glanced at me nervously as she spoke.

“Ah, but our hearts and bodies are intertwined, carried over from past lives, wouldn’t you say? So, there’s no need to feel burdened.”

Allen... Yes, that’s right. Allen was a pest who clung to Rosaria in the original story. Eventually, Choi Si-woo took care of him, sending him to his end. Later, Allen saw Si-woo as King Arthur incarnate, transformed into a monster, and had his heart pierced by Si-woo’s Sacred Sword.

Allow me to clarify this strange setup: our dear author wrote Allen’s character as a reincarnation of Lancelot, while Rosaria is supposedly Guinevere reborn. Legend or not, it’s a ridiculous setup.

“My apologies, Miss Yu Eun-ha. I am Allen, one of the Knights of the Round Table.”

Allen smiled politely, giving a proper British gentleman’s bow. This wasn’t my scene to step into; Choi Si-woo was supposed to appear here. But the story had twisted, so now I had to take on Si-woo’s role. Normally, Allen would be wary if Si-woo was by Rosaria’s side since Si-woo was a man, but he seemed relaxed with me here, given that I’m a woman.

Yet, while she grumbled, her body seemed to tell a different story. Her exposed thigh was adorned with an alluring black garter belt, as if it was intended to provoke me. Was this what they call ‘battle underwear’? After the team competition, I’d definitely have to spend some quality time with Rosaria.

“No! I might find you interesting, but that doesn’t mean I’m into women! Just because I read yuri doesn’t mean I’m a lesbian!”

After spouting her excuses, Rosaria stomped into the arena, though her flushed face hinted at a different truth.

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Meanwhile, in Hansung Academy’s Class B, Team 1, their leader, Park Jun-hyuk, was nervously biting his nails.

“Damn it. Where does she get that kind of power?”

He had considered her a rival, but Yu Eun-ha was far stronger than he had expected. She was a female cadet who enjoyed a significant advantage as Yu Jin-seok’s sister and was rapidly rising through the ranks. It infuriated him. Despite his efforts, he could barely make a name for himself in Class B, while she raced ahead. He wanted nothing more than to put her in her place.

[You are too impatient.]

“What? So we’re supposed to just stand by and watch?”

[If there is one thing I regret in my lifetime, it was acting rashly and letting my plans fall apart in the face of court intrigue.]

“But this is a chance!”

[Restrain yourself. You must take the path of the warrior. Bide your time.]

Jun-hyuk was tired of hearing the same advice from his constellation. Couldn’t it put a little more trust in him and give him more power?

As he sighed deeply, a different voice suddenly echoed in his mind.

*Do you crave power?*

The voice sounded ominous, one he shouldn’t trust.

“Who are you?”

*I can grant you the power you desire.*

“I don’t want to become a monster.”

*Oh, but I am more than a mere monster. I can grant you a Fragment of Gluttony. With it, you could defeat

both that Sacred Sword and the White Flame.*

At first, he hesitated. Taking on unknown power was risky, but he wanted to defeat Yu Eun-ha and Choi Si-woo at any cost. Resolving himself, he accepted the Fragment of Gluttony under the assurance that it wouldn’t make him a monster.

[You fool! Are you really abandoning the warrior’s path to follow the road to ruin?]

The constellation’s voice faded, no longer reaching Jun-hyuk.

That day, the first disciple of Gluttony was born.