Your Girlfriend Was Amazing

Does This Mean I Won't Be Able to Clear the Gate if He Messes Up?

"Master, please, stop… People are watching…"

"Oh, are you implying that everyone else matters more than me?"

Smack—

Chunhyang, about to speak, snapped her head away in an instant. Not a single bystander even flinched at the sight of a woman being assaulted and spat out pain in broad daylight.

Well, I suppose "I can't help it" is a fitting expression.

Am I really that terrifying?

People didn't even bother looking, just stiffly shuffled away from us.

What the hell has this pimp been up to to earn this kind of reputation? It feels like I'm possessing some asshole character straight out of a cliché novel.

It's almost comical to think I got thrown into a novel to possess a character, then inside that novel ended up at a gate possessing another character.

It feels like a matryoshka doll.

Are there any noble folks around, I wonder?

I scanned the area, rolling my eyes.

Stirring up trouble with someone of higher standing wouldn't do me any favors now. Or maybe they're conveniently absent to push the story forward?

Yeah, that sounds about right.

Being in a novel means there are definitely parts that don't line up with reality. Especially when it involves a ‘champion of justice' character, the inconsistencies become glaringly obvious.

It's a convenient narrative device to go berserk under the pretext that the protagonist must vanquish the villain. That's the revenge-novel cliché for you.

Who else but the protagonist would put a stop to the scumbag beating up a woman on the street? Unless the fictional hero Hong Gildong magically materializes, it's just not happening.

But the protagonist isn't doing anything right now.

It's a moment when Yi Mongryong is powerless, and Kim Minsoo is clueless. This bizarre harmony between them is precisely why the pimp is thriving instead.

"Look at that demon causing a ruckus…"

"What? You want to die?"

"Oh no!"

"Yeah, scram!"

I even got up in the face of a passerby muttering something under their breath. I yelled and cursed my lungs out, but no one stepped up to confront me.

Normally, you'd expect a few vigilantes or some wannabe heroes to come out of the woodwork, but there wasn't a single one in sight, or anything remotely similar.

"Th-this is… a street. Y-You sh-shouldn't touch me here…"

I chuckled heartily, groping Chunhyang's breasts as if I were kneading dough.

At least for now, it's completely my world. The biggest flaw in Fatty's authorial plan is his failure to consider me as a variable. With one misguided belief that Kim Minsoo could rein me in, and it all went wrong.

The time for Yi Mongryong to shine is after he passes the civil service exam. Until then, he's stuck in his powerless youth, which is as cliché as it gets.

Author probably had their eye on a story where Minsoo grows stronger and returns in a few years. He probably figured he'd level up in the novel, clear the gate, and snatch up all the rewards. But my meddling screwed it all up.

"Quit babbling and give me directions already. Where does that guy live?"

"Young Master's place is over there…"

This woman is no joke either.

A pimp who crudely groped her breasts and inquired about the home of her prospective spouse… She couldn't possibly have known what I was planning, so she should've felt a sense of foreboding. But Chunhyang, nestled in my arms, did nothing more than blush and offer a feeble attempt at resistance.

Well, calling it resistance would be too generous; it was more like a weak attempt to push my hand away with barely any force, as if to say ‘stop.'

She wasn't even pushing my hand away over her clothes; she was wriggling from within, leaving nothing to the imagination. Even if she verbally denied feeling any excitement in this situation, her body was telling a different story.

"If you lie, you know you'll get a real beating."

"No… I… It's that way…"

Fuck.

I felt like I slipped up in my words just now. Because of that slip, her finger was about to change direction. She was deliberately giving the wrong direction because she secretly wanted a real beatdown.

To think there'd be a woman with such a masochistic streak…

I decided to preemptively administer a shot to suppress her ailment.

[Bash activated! Strong power gathers in the left fist!]

Bam—

"Aahk!"

"Your finger is a little shaky just now. Don't think I don't know you're trying to deceive me. Guide me properly!"

Chunhyang, playing the role of a delicate maiden, took the hit like a boss-level monster.

With a precise pivot and rotation of my hips, I delivered the full force of my punch. And with Bash skill activated, it's normal for a regular monster's body to explode. If, by some chance, she managed to withstand it, collapsing due to the recoil of her body structure would be normal.

"Y-Yes… Ha… Th-that way…" She briefly grabbed where she was hit and groaned in pain before immediately continuing to give directions.

I gave it a shot out of curiosity…

The back of my neck felt cold from throwing such a big gamble.

In the worst-case scenario, if Chunhyang were to die from Bash, I would never be able to meet the clear condition. If that happened, the gate conquest would inevitably fail, and I wouldn't receive any rewards.

The scariest part is the penalty that hasn't been revealed yet. I don't know the reason why it didn't show up. But regardless, penalty has to be avoided at all costs.

Thankfully.

My decision was based on two pieces of evidence.

Firstly, the fact that she had used a skill.

When the noose was around my neck, I couldn't prevent the its activation nor could I notice its precursor. If it weren't for my Virgin Bomber, I might not have even known I'd become a slave after being caught in the noose.

Secondly, because she is an extremely important character.

In The Tale of Chunhyang story, there is no character more important than Sung Chunhyang herself. Therefore, I thought that much weight and power would inevitably be concentrated on her.

Based on that result, I activated Bash and landed gave her a liver punch. And because of that, I was able to get quite a bit of information.

She's tougher and stronger than Don Quixote.

I felt a recoil I hadn't encountered before, even in the realm of sexual punishment or routine violence. If it weren't for my myriad body reinforcement skills, my fist might have ended up in pieces.

Does she instantly react when hit with significant force?

I never imagined there'd be such a stark contrast between dealing with [Seong Chunhyang] and facing off against [Boss Monster Seong Chunhyang].

She's tougher than I gave her credit for.

For now, she's just putting on a dramatic act of pain. I can't predict how she might morph as the story unfolds.

Dealing with a masochistic boss monster who refuses to keel over even when battered to a pulp. What a piece of work.

"That way…"

"Yeah, I can tell just by glancing at the entrance gate."

Following Chunhyang's direction, I laid eyes on a big tiled-roof house. It was so excessively opulent that historical accuracy seemed irrelevant.

Maybe because it's Minsoo's place, it exuded a modern vibe despite its traditional architecture.

How much must the author adore the protagonist to lavish such luxuries even within the gate?

Chunhyang's house is pretty lavish too, being the protagonist and all, but compared to this, hers is like pocket change.

"Do they even have a bidet in there?"

"Pardon? What's that, Master?"

"Oh, forget it, it's not important." I brushed off the distraction and marched purposefully toward the gate. I spotted a servant sweeping the front yard.

Time to get down to business.

"W-Who are you?"

"Huh, look at this peasant. You know who I am and why I'm here."

With that, the servant nodded and scurried inside. Quick on the uptake, which is convenient. If Minsoo had half his wits about him, the Netori Quest would've been impossible to clear.

It dawned on me just how passively Minsoo had been molded, like some cookie-cutter LN protagonist.

"Hehehehehe…."

The eerie laughter from behind the door confirmed it was the snooty Minsoo. Then the laughter faded, likely because he heard about my arrival.

PTSD kicking in, huh?

It was clear that his joviality had taken a nosedive, as if someone had doused him with ice water.

There's a world of difference between the first and second time experiencing something. They say the second ride on a rollercoaster is scarier. Of course, Minsoo didn't volunteer for this ride, metaphorically speaking.

Through the crack in the door, I saw Minsoo, lips trembling with anxiety. It was amusing how he was already trembling, and I haven't even begun.

"Hey, Young Master, did you know that lady Chunhyang has firm breasts?"

"Y-Young… Master…"

Chunhyang is a lunatic masochist, unlike any you'd encounter in your typical pure romance tale. She's just a deranged pervert eager to throw herself at anyone who seems capable of inflicting pain.

Kim Minsoo remains oblivious to this side of Seong Chunhyang. He's been conditioned to treat women kindly, believing that being a nice guy always pays off in the end. After all, it's not okay to hurt someone who's already been through so much.

My dear Minsoo, with his innocent beliefs, wouldn't grasp the complexity of this situation.

"What are you doing, you twisted pimp?!"

The guy who appeared to be Minsoo's servant was eyeing me, not Minsoo. With no adults present in the house, it was only natural to defer to the next strongest person. In other words, right now, there's nobody in the house besides Minsoo.

"You haven't even bothered to look her in the eye. Women don't appreciate men who just talk without action, Young Master."

With those words, I unbuttoned Chunhyang's blouse. With a rustling sound, her undershirt slipped off, exposing her chest.

I hadn't noticed before when she was clothed, but now, it was evident her breasts were anything but average. I even suspected it was a prelude to a future well-endowed heroine.

"You… You're touching my Chunhyang…!"

"No, as I said, you haven't even bothered to look."

Minsoo frowned, as if he was getting a headache from the ordeal he'd been through once before. And perhaps because he hadn't figured out who I was, there was a sense of familiarity in my actions.

He kept retreating as he argued.

Alright, I've had enough.

It wasn't graceful, but I finally made my way into the house.

As I tightly gripped Chunhyang's breast, flesh bulged between my fingers. Her flushed bosom revealed just how eager she was.

"Don't you see she doesn't like it? Let her go right now!"

Of course, Minsoo, being a virgin, was clueless. His sweet, sympathetic nature interpreted any grimace or moan from a woman as a form of rejection.

"Aah… Young… Master… Please… d-don't… l-look…"

"Oh, Chunhyang, I'll rescue you right away!"

Chunhyang moaning as if she's on her deathbed from pleasure, and Kim Minsoo telling her to stop because he didn't like it. It was truly a peculiar mix.

This way, I can shatter Kim Minsoo's mind and train Chunhyang perfectly.

If that happened, naturally, I could meet the clear condition. Sure, I still have to play the role of Byeon Satto, but if I finish the task beforehand, it'll be a breeze.

However, all these plans evaporated with Kim Minsoo's next words, "After I properly learn hanja and pass the state examination! Just wait until then, Chunhyang!"

"What?"

He's going to master hanja first? Does this guy, who still has to sit for the state exams, really need to learn hanja?

Could this possibly hinder Kim Minsoo from becoming a secret inspector when I get the role of Byeon Satto? Then, won't the story move forward at all?

Does this mean I won't be able to clear the gate if he messes up?

An unexpected variable emerged.

If Kim Minsoo fails the state examination… No, if Yi Mongryong fails and can't become a secret royal inspector… Then this story won't conclude.

In an incomplete story, the antagonist can't wrap up the tale. Especially in such a cliché story of good triumphing over evil like The Tale of Chunhyang.

"Aah… Young… Master… A bit stronger… No… Your strength is too… good… Aah…"

In the sinking atmosphere, Chunhyang's moans were the only sound filling the silence.