Passion Translation "Fanfictions"

Vol 1 - Chapter 13: Cutie pinky nipples

*Choke!*

A sudden scream echoed and then abruptly stopped as fresh blood gushed out.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Alta, who was covering his nose, shut his eyes tightly for a few seconds. He then looked down at the blood running through his hand and glared angrily.

"That bastard is up to his dirty tricks again!"

"Only an idiot falls for such a trap..."

Alta wanted Jeong Taeui to face him directly and test his strength, but Jeong Taeui knew he would lose in a fair fight, so he had no intention of confronting him head-on. After all, this wasn't a test that required fair competition, and they only cared about the results, not the process.

So, after dodging one of Alta's attacks, Jeong Taeui seized the opportunity to punch him in the face, leading to the current mess.

Hearing Alta grumble, Jeong Taeui rummaged through his pocket and handed him a handkerchief. Suddenly, a large hand, as big as a pot lid, came out of nowhere and slapped the back of Jeong Taeui's neck.

"Ouch!"

Jeong Taeui clutched his stinging neck, tears welling up as he turned to look at Carlo. Carlo, who had just finished a bout with Alta, now stood there watching the fun with a look of both amusement and anger.

"Every time you use a trick, you'll get hit once. Do it properly."

"...Ah... I've heard that five times now. This is the sixth time. It's because everyone keeps falling for it."

Jeong Taeui muttered as if feeling wronged. Alta immediately approached him, squawking loudly.

"If I had known in advance, who knows who would have been knocked down!" - Alta

"Even if it's a direct attack, if you know your opponent's move in advance, anyone can dodge it."

Jeong Taeui retorted with a reasonable argument. But Alta shouted in frustration. Jeong Taeui could only soothe him by saying, "I know, you've already said that" before stepping back a few paces and accidentally bumping into someone standing behind him.

"Oh, sorry."

"Where are your eyes? And handle that loudmouth on your team."

The person he bumped into frowned and shouted. It was a member of another team. Jeong Taeui raised an eyebrow at him silently, and the man brushed off the shoulder that had been bumped before walking away.

"Who was that?"

Jeong Taeui asked Carlo.

"Someone under Officer-Golting. That unlucky guy."

"Do you know each other?"

"I know his face and name, but if you ask about personal relationships, then no."

Carlo shrugged and shook his head. Alta, whose bleeding had stopped, returned the handkerchief and complained, 'Such a bad attitude.'

"Is there something wrong with the other team? Why does everyone seem so unhappy?" - Taeui

"There's nothing wrong, but there's nothing right either. That's just how it is." - Alta

"That's just how it is?" - Taeui

"There's more competition than cooperation, so there's nothing good about it." - Alta

"...This place is too dark..."

Jeong Taeui shook his head. Relationships between members of other branches were bad, and relationships between teams in the same branch were equally poor. If he stayed here too long, his humanity might soon erode.