Your Girlfriend Was Amazing - Chapter 40: The Real S-Rank Reward is Yoomin's XXX

The Real S-Rank Reward is Yoomin’s XXX

The physical examinations wrapped up quickly, an expected outcome given that no one was seriously injured. Subsequently, they conducted tests designed for worst-case scenarios, such as psychological counseling.

Everyone seems alright, except for that one person.

Kang Taemin was in freefall. Articles talking trash about him were flooding in, and it felt like the guy was about to crumble. Every time I hit refresh, more articles dissing him popped up. A string of words you’d never want to read while sober was unfolding.

Poor guy.

Whether it was Kang Taemin or someone else, they were slated to be the sacrificial lamb for the plot. The protagonist had to step in; the gate wouldn’t open on its own.

He’ll probably appear later.

Students couldn’t afford to hire an opener. Even if they somehow had the funds, contacting an opener required a certain rank. However, thanks to this incident, all conditions were now met. Financial matters could be settled with a black card. The urgency was set, and Kang Taemin had naturally fell from grace.

Shouldn’t this be Kim Minsoo’s story to handle?

Perhaps he was destined to gain the fallen opener as an ally and benefit from it. Predicting which heroine would be trapped in the gate was impossible, but knowing the story’s direction was a significant advantage.

“Fortunately, it looks like everyone’s okay. That’s a relief,” everyone sighed, echoing the medical staff’s reassurance.

Should I check the reward?

Clearing an S-rank gate without casualties was no small feat. Merely receiving physical and mental evaluations and saying, “Alright, everyone can go now,” wouldn’t suffice. Reviewing what had been postponed until the situation calmed down was a prudent move.

—S-Rank Gate Cleared!

Concept: Classic Masterpiece [Don Quixote]

Ranked 1st in Contributions.

Reward: Acquired [Subskill] Rocinante (S)!

Rocinante (S): The horse that Don Quixote held dear.

Adapts into a suitable vehicle based on the owner. Moreover, its capabilities are enhanced according to the owner’s skills.

(Current features of Rapey Rocinante: Mount, Acceleration, Auto-Driving.)

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“Fuck.”

“What’s up?”

“No, it’s just a sudden flashback…”

“Don’t you need further tests?”

“No, I’m fine.”

The rewards are pretty good, actually. Defeating Don Quixote and getting a 3% bump in protagonist status, not to mention an S-rank skill? Can’t really ask for more than that.

There’s no rule saying we have to spill the beans on what we got, but there’s no real reason to keep it a secret either. The reporters have been throwing us some subtle looks, even if they haven’t come right out and said anything.

In the Pure Love Diary world, the press isn’t exactly rude, but they’re not exactly friendly either. They were turning every article into a Kang Taemin roast session until everyone’s check-ups wrapped up.

There were a few mentions about the gate, but without solid facts, the coverage was pretty sparse. As things settle down, they’re probably itching to get interviews. Even if they claim it’s voluntary, there’s this underlying pressure to interview the top contributors.

Chun Haeil had been casting glances our way too.

“Looks like things are calming down. Would it be alright to do an interview?”

“I know you’re probably beat, but how about a quick one?”

A couple of seasoned reporters, who’d clearly been waiting, were the first to chime in. The medical staff were gearing up to leave, and the timing seemed spot-on, especially after reading Chun Haeil’s expression.

Chun Haeil and the instructors looked pretty indifferent, nodding in agreement.

“Hunter Baek Taeyang?”

It felt a bit off to call me a student, especially when I’m ranked 1st in S-rank gate contributions. Plus, my fame was pretty much confined to Victory Academy instructors; I hadn’t made any waves in the outside world.

My fight with the 5th-rank hunter was hushed up by Victory Academy.

I was called up first mainly because everyone was itching to know about the rewards I got. I’d likely be first in line for interviews too.

“I’m not up for an interview, sorry. I’m wiped out and need some downtime.”

You could see disappointment and surprise wash over the reporters’ faces.

“Um…okay…”

Panic seemed to engulf them in a heartbeat. To them, it felt like a massive missed opportunity.

They were probably eager to interview Baek Taeyang, the top contributor, to make their story stand out. People were already edging closer, eager to catch wind of the rewards.

Whoa… even the Chairman?

Even Instructor Jang Duchul looked like he was sighing, clearly intrigued.

“However, I will disclose the reward.”

“Excuse me?”

[Rocinante activated! Analyzing Baek Taeyang…]

[Analysis Result :: Troublemaker, Hoodlum, Trouble Magnet, Virgin Bomber]

[Rocinante transforms based on the analysis result.]

[Rocinante summons a large motorcycle!]

“What’s this! Hey, take a picture!”

“Hunter Baek Taeyang! Could you at least tell us the name of the skill?”

“We’re earnestly begging you! We’ll even kneel if we have to!”

“What?! Is there still someone who hasn’t kneeled?”

“It’s that guy! If Hunter Baek Taeyang doesn’t reveal the skill name, it’s because of him!”

The reporters immediately erupted upon seeing the large motorcycle that had appeared out of nowhere. Those journalists, who had been waiting just for my words, suddenly burst into action like an angry mob.

Fits me pretty well.

The motorcycle looked like it had been modeled after a horse, with Rocinante’s head at the front emitting light from its eyes. The part connecting the wheels and the frame resembled a horse’s legs.

“It’s called Rocinante.”

“Wow… wow! Wow!”

“Roci—what?”

“Who’s that guy who just asked?”

“It’s the guy who didn’t kneel earlier! Just get rid of him!”

Rocinante was filled with a fiery, stimulating emotion. A perfect blend of designs from special effects films and Harley Davidson. It was like a warhorse in its own right, clad in metal armor.

“Well, I’ll be off then.”

I’d already exchanged enough greetings earlier, so there was nothing more to say. I’d also exchanged business cards, so there were no loose ends. I had no trouble operating the bike, having ridden motorcycles back in middle and high school on Earth.

Yoomin, I’m coming.

Vroom!

Rocinante roared, making its presence felt. The helmet automatically fitted onto me, and looking in the mirror, it resembled Don Quixote’s helmet. The only difference was that it looked more like a motorcycle helmet and had a transparent visor.

“Minsoo, I’ll go ahead!” Waving my hand, I mentioned Kim Minsoo on purpose.

“Sure, see you later…”

There was no need to wait for a reply, so I immediately revved the engine.

Vroom!

As soon as I let out the explosive exhaust sound, the surrounding scenery changed. Finally, it’s time to enjoy the honey in the jar I left in the dormitory.

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“Hmm?”

I naturally thought the door would be unlocked, but it was locked.

She hasn’t arrived?

It’s been quite a while since I contacted her right after clearing the S-rank gate. I assumed Yoomin, who toured the F-rank gate, would have arrived first.

“Yoomin?”

Even from outside, the lights in my room were off. I checked my phone just in case there was a message, but there was none.

“Maybe she’s tired?”

It was everyone’s first time visiting a gate, so it would make sense. I was disappointed but couldn’t help it. I didn’t feel like waking her forcibly and bothering her.

I freshened up and headed to the bathroom. I soaked my tired body in warm water and put my clothes in the washing machine. As the warm water touched my body, fatigue rushed over me. I quickly finished my shower and roughly dried off.

Well…

The best part of living alone is being able to walk around naked. I continued to feel regret about not meeting Yoomin. It is a Korean tradition to eat ‘rice cakes’ when you felt feverish after vigorous activity. It’s a widely known practice, even appearing in movies.

“Ah, seriously, Yoomin!”

“Yeah, did you call?”

“Huh?”

Feeling irritated, I raised my voice, and Yoomin came out of my room.

“Why did you come out from there?”

“I got too sleepy waiting, so I took a nap on your bed. Is that okay?” Yoomin answered very naturally. It felt like she was in her own home, and even the clothes she was wearing were mine.

“Why are you wearing my clothes?”

“I heard guys like this kind of thing.”

The white shirt was transparent enough to show her nipples, while the oversized fit bared her upper chest and shoulders.

“Uh, okay…”

I couldn’t argue with that. It gelt like all the fatigue just decided to my third leg. It took less than a second for the question mark to flip to an exclamation mark shape.

“I’m not wearing anything underneath, Taeyang.”

As she slowly lifted the hem of her shirt, her plump pussy revealed itself. Perhaps because she had already pleasured herself, the shirt looked moist and clung to her.

“Taeyang, your real reward for clearing that S-rank gate is you get to fuck my pussy.”

I naturally nodded in agreement. “Anything less would’ve been a letdown. Really, you’re asking for it.”

“But you won’t resent me for it, right?” Yoomin replied playfully, swaying her hips from side to side. She damn well knew she was acting like a cat.

“Yoomin, come get your treat.” I waved my stiffened cock side to side.

“Meow…” Fully committed to the cat act, Yoomin was creeping up on all fours. She played the role so well that I felt like she’d fit a cat tail up her ass next time.

I crouched down, making me as inviting as possible.

“It’s too big, master.”

“Take your time eating.”

“Master, you’re so bad.”

Even as she said it, Yoomin eagerly opened her mouth wide. She opened wide, swallowing from the tip, then started sucking while tonguing the shaft. While her mouth was busy on my cock, her hand was teasing her pussy, clearly unsatisfied with the empty hole.

“Should I call Minsoo?”

“Umm…”

With a mouthful of cock, a shake of the head was her reply. Not that I was really asking for her opinion.

“A good kitty listens well.”

I grabbed Yoomin’s hair, pushing my cock deeper into her throat. Her eyes widened from the sudden deepthroat, but she didn’t back off. Her gasping and gagging only intensified the sensation.

Beep, Beep

Every time the phone rang, Yoomin’s eyes would twitch. Just when I thought she might still have some hesitation, I heard the sound of water from the floor.

“You getting off on this situation? Dripping that pussy juice everywhere?”

Yoomin was spewing her fluids while slobbering all over my cock so eagerly, like she turned herself into a slutty whore and couldn’t wait for the next act.

Having my own personal slut is damn great.

As she worked my shaft with her mouth, the ringing finally stopped.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Minsoo, it’s me, Taeyang.”

He’s going to regret picking up this call.

“You get in touch with Yoomin?”

“No… Why? Do you?”

I don’t need to. I just left a text, and she’d find her way to my dorm room.

“I was just thinking maybe the three of us could hang out later.”

Meanwhile, Yoomin was still busy sucking on my cock from below, not even bothering to hide her disgusting expression with her cheeks were puffed out.

As soon as the root touched her lips, she held back a gag but still thrust her tongue out. Somehow, she was tickling my balls with her tongue, trying to draw out the precum.

“Well… I’m good, but I’m not sure how Yoomin feels about it…”

Only a little time left until Minsoo’s first heartbreak.

Poor clueless Minsoo, it’s time to show him that immature love always ends in ruin.

“I’ll give her a call then.”