Heroine Hunts Heroines-Chapter 123

What could he mean by that?

“Surely… you don’t mean…”

“The Yellow Dragon is not dead. Recently, the Beijing warlords recovered the corpse of the Yellow Dragon and brought it back to life.”

Krrrrrrrrr.

A roar that shook heaven and earth echoed as Zhang Wei turned his gaze to the azure sky beyond the window. High above, a massive dragon with shimmering golden scales swam gracefully through the heavens.

“When war breaks out, it will destroy Seoul. The United States and Britain won’t recklessly send reinforcements to Korea, not without a concrete plan. They might prepare something, but by the time they do, Korea will already be in ruins. Kekekek… Kahahahaha!”

Once Korea falls, what use would their reinforcements be? They would only end up dead as well.

***

Shinohara Estate

A grand castle, built with more opulence than even Edo Castle, served as the main residence of the Shinohara family. This sprawling fortress, often referred to as Shinohara Castle, stood as a symbol of the clan's legacy and power.

At the castle's tenshukaku—its highest tower—there was a private and secluded space exclusively used by Shinohara Yuzuki, the current head of the Shinohara family. At this very moment, in that intimate chamber, two naked women clung to each other, their voices trembling as they whimpered and cried out, all under the amused gaze of Yuzuki herself.

“Haah… Haah… D-Donju-sama… haaah…”

“Donju-sama, are you… satisfied?”

The two women, entirely bare, were a lesbian couple from the Shinsengumi. Recently, Yuzuki had taken an interest in yuri after watching videos from the Glass Dungeon. Her newfound fascination had driven her to the extent of summoning loyal members of the Shinsengumi to indulge her curiosity with a live performance.

Yet, something felt off.

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To be honest, it wasn’t as captivating as she had hoped. There was… something missing. It lacked a certain edge. It wasn’t rough, like Yoo Eun-ha. It didn’t have the thrill of forceful domination, nor the unrestrained abandon of someone completely lost in pleasure, saliva dripping and bodies trembling in ecstasy.

“Hmmm. I don’t know. Should I say… I enjoyed it? Maybe not.”

Upon reevaluating the situation, Yuzuki found herself intrigued but not truly captivated. The display failed to ignite the spark she was searching for. Ultimately, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

Yuzuki stepped closer to the two women, her expression calm yet inquisitive, as though conducting an experiment. Without hesitation, she extended her fingers and thrust them directly into the quivering, gasping entrances of the two women before her.

Squish. Squish.

The sounds echoed softly in the secluded chamber as Yuzuki observed their reactions with detached curiosity, her demeanor more analytical than indulgent.

“Ahh… D-Donju-sama?”

Squish. Squish.

“Hii-iik! ♥”

In the Glass Dungeon videos, the angles had been oddly focused on Yoo Eun-ha and Rosemary, capturing everything in vivid detail. Their intimate parts were clearly visible, and after their sessions, their bodies appeared utterly satisfied, dripping and trembling in pleasure.

However, the scene before Yuzuki was different. The reactions of the two women, twitching and quivering, felt incomplete—lacking the same intensity of satisfaction.

As she pressed and explored further on both sides, a sudden spurt erupted, breaking the stillness of the room.

“Hii-iik!?”

“Hngh… D-Donju-sama, it feels so good… ahhh!”

Yuzuki sighed inwardly. Without her direct involvement, this entire scenario felt lacking. In fact, it almost seemed as if she was the one doing all the work, providing service rather than indulging herself.

“You both did well. I’ll be heading down first. Take some time to rest, and then return to your duties.”

“Y-Yes, Donju-sama… ♥♥”

Their voices sounded even more lewd now, but Yuzuki dismissed it with a wave of her hand. They’d handle themselves, surely.

Descending from the tenshukaku, Shinohara Yuzuki moved with her usual air of authority. At the base of the tower, Mariko, who had been waiting nearby, hesitated before cautiously speaking up.

“That… um, Donju-sama. While it’s commendable that you’re showing interest in… certain matters, as a member of the Shinohara family, may I ask—why, of all things…”

“Why are you focusing on women who can’t bear heirs?”

“Yes.”

The Shinohara family had always maintained its power through succession. Yet now, of all times—when the head of the family was a woman herself—she had chosen to fixate her desires not on a man but on other women. Wasn’t producing an heir a necessity?

“To be honest, I find it difficult to get this out of my head.”

“What do you mean?”

“Yoo Eun-ha.”

To be precise, it wasn’t Yoo Eun-ha herself but the videos of her having sex that lingered in her mind. Of course, admitting that would risk tarnishing her reputation as the head of the Shinohara family. Rumors of a "lecherous Donju obsessed with voyeurism and sex" would spread like wildfire.

No, perhaps mentioning Yoo Eun-ha at all had been a mistake. But what was done was done—there was no taking it back now.

“Ah, well, um…”

“Don’t tell me you’re about to say something outdated, like how I need to have children and should start looking for a man?”

What era did they think this was? If necessary, there was always artificial insemination. She could procure the sperm of a successful Hunter, or, if Yoo Eun-ha objected to that idea, she could pick the most competent male relative she had.

But then again… why was she even assuming that she and Yoo Eun-ha were destined to end up together in the first place?

The thought of Yoo Eun-ha lingered in Yuzuki's mind, especially the notion of having her in Japan. It was no secret that Japan’s far-right factions were willing to offer her every privilege imaginable just to naturalize her as a Japanese citizen.

Even though her activities were relatively low-profile, those with discerning eyes could tell her true strength just from the videos. Yoo Eun-ha fought decisively, never hesitating to engage those she deemed enemies. Most cadets her age hesitated when it came to killing, but not her.

Still, Yuzuki reminded herself that this was a separate matter entirely.

“Um, pardon me, Donju-sama, but… there are rumors that Yoo Eun-ha already has a child.”

Yuzuki froze mid-step, her foot slipping slightly.

“What?”

Her voice, now sharp with latent menace, made Mariko instinctively shrink back. Realizing she’d startled her subordinate, Yuzuki took a moment to calm herself.

Once her master’s composure returned, Mariko hesitantly tapped on her phone, pulling up a post from a Korean anonymous board. She handed it over, allowing Yuzuki to read its content.

Title: Is Yoo Eun-ha secretly married with a kid?

Isn’t there talk about her having a dedicated baby carrier? Jealous. Heuhh…

Sometimes Reyna tells people not to flirt with her because she’s already a mom. Seems like Reyna’s the main wife.But Reyna doesn’t even have a kid.Are you dumb? Sperm and eggs make babies. She must have a husband.You’re even dumber. Babies don’t magically appear in a few days. Even if she got pregnant during the school break, it wouldn’t happen that fast.Lol it’s 2024. Magical solutions exist now.There’s no way our Yoo Eun-ha is married.Praise for Yoo Eun-ha is fine, but what’s with calling her “our”? Are you part of some Yoo Eun-ha cult?

Yuzuki chuckled.

As expected, it was nonsense. There was no way someone like Yoo Eun-ha, who was infamously fixated on women, would suddenly be a mother. And no matter how advanced modern medicine was, the idea of a woman conceiving and giving birth within ten days was utterly absurd.

“It’s just baseless rumors.”

“Even so, doesn’t it suggest her appeal as a romantic partner? If such rumors circulate, it means many people are vying for her attention.”

“Perhaps. But I’m not at that point yet. I don’t particularly feel the need to pursue Yoo Eun-ha romantically right now.”

Yes. Yoo Eun-ha could wait. There were more pressing matters at hand—namely, the lingering issue of the Sins. Despite Japan’s ongoing collaboration with the Korean government to investigate the Sins, they still remained shrouded in mystery.

Still, having Yoo Eun-ha by her side someday wouldn’t be a bad idea.

Just then, several Shinsengumi members rushed in behind Yuzuki.

“Donju-sama! A Yellow Dragon has appeared in the skies over Nanjing!”

The unexpected news immediately caught her attention.

“A Yellow Dragon? So, is it attacking China?”

“No, Donju-sama. It’s being controlled by Chinese President Zhang Wei. Rumors are spreading among the Chinese populace that Zhang Wei is declaring himself the Son of Heaven for a new Chinese Empire.”

“A Yellow Dragon appearing now, of all times, amidst the tension surrounding the Sins?”

The timing was suspicious. Not to mention the fact that it was the Yellow Dragon—one of the Four Heavenly Kings—being controlled by Zhang Wei. It made no sense. Zhang Wei, according to investigations, had been nothing more than a weak figure in the past, one who’d suffered under the leadership of Ha Jung-seok.

Ha Jung-seok had even spearheaded bullying Zhang Wei to the point of making him irrelevant. And now this same Zhang Wei was controlling a legendary entity like the Yellow Dragon?

“This means war clouds are forming over Korea.”

“Indeed. With North Korea in China’s sights, conflict is inevitable.”

China targeting North Korea was nothing new. Previously, when the Yellow Dragon had rampaged, it had attacked even China, prompting global intervention. But if China had managed to tame the Yellow Dragon, their first target would undoubtedly be North Korea—followed shortly by South Korea.

“And with the Yellow Dragon, Europe and the Americas might be forced to intervene to aid South Korea. But considering the heavy losses they suffered in the previous Yellow Dragon subjugation, they might not have the capacity to assist this time. Defending their own borders takes priority.”

Even Britain, which seemed to have close ties with South Korea, was overwhelmed with the constant Gate outbreaks on its own soil. They even relied on Korean aid on occasion—could they truly afford to extend help in a full-scale war?

“What should we do?”

“For now, we observe. This is a matter of state-to-state relations. If it looks like South Korea has a chance of winning, we intervene. If not, we use South Korea as a shield and prepare ourselves. China doesn’t just have its sights on Korea—it’s grinding its teeth at us, too.”

Although the Cold War had ended, the rise of the Hunter era and China’s deeply rooted Sinocentrism made it clear that they viewed the alliance between Korea and Japan with disdain. If Korea fell, Japan would undoubtedly be next.

Preparation was essential.

“I thought you might be willing to help Korea, given that it’s Yoo Eun-ha’s homeland.”

“I am Japan’s leader. Sixty million Japanese citizens follow the Shinohara family. I cannot allow my personal feelings to dictate my actions. Besides…”

“Yes?”

“If Korea falls, it means we can bring Yoo Eun-ha to Japan.”

Yuzuki’s lips curled into a wicked smile, her expression chillingly sinister.

Mariko, who had served the Shinohara family since birth, had seen many sides of her master while serving both the current and previous heads of the family.

But never before had she found her master so terrifying.

“Come to think of it, if Korea falls, should I bring back that friend of hers… that ‘B-bmi-chan’ or whatever?”

Once again, Mariko found herself burdened with an endless array of concerns.

***

Brrrrrrrrrrr

That sound? It’s the sound of Baby Dragon charging the Tian Shan Pyo missile with magic. Definitely not something inappropriate. Sure, the process is somewhat similar to injecting magic into a heroine's womb, but that's beside the point.

“Ugh, this whole magic infusion process feels so weird.”

Still, it does genuinely feel like the sensation of releasing magic into a heroine's womb. Considering the mechanics are essentially identical, it makes sense. Injecting magic or energy into a womb was originally just a means to mimic the act of ejaculation for men. It wasn’t intended to be some deviant activity, but after repeatedly expelling magic during sex, it’s hard not to feel strange about it.

Maybe it’s like finishing into a toy? Something like that?

“Well, at least these magic missiles and bombs are ridiculously powerful.”

So many advanced weapons had been developed—things I never would have imagined during my days as a corporate drone. Enormous missiles, the kind you’d only ever see on TV, were now real and sitting right here. If we hadn’t secured a massive storage facility in Songdo for the hangars, it would’ve been a disaster.

With weapons like these, they’ll definitely come in handy during a war. Imagine the shock they’ll deliver to those swarms of enemies relying on human-wave tactics.

“So, in simple terms, it’s like a… semen bomb?”

And then came the sudden, out-of-left-field comment.

Rachel, standing next to me, stared up at a missile much taller than me with a displeased expression. I had shown her how we deal with excess magic out of curiosity, and now she hits me with that?

“Hey, stop calling it that! It’s starting to sound like it’s true.”

“Think about it. You’ve literally released what’s inside that missile into me before.”

“…Yeah?”

“So, it’s the same thing.”

Wait. Is it, though?

“Is it? No, no, stop messing with me!”

It’s not the same, damn it! But now I’m starting to feel weirdly self-conscious.

Maybe this is what I get for trying to simulate the experience without the equipment to back it up. If I had known it would lead to misunderstandings like this, I would’ve shown her the bomb-making process beforehand.

– Wait, are you saying the stuff fueling this bomb is what you’ve been putting inside me?

– Uh…

– Separate rooms. Now.

I can already see the future unraveling before me. Wasn’t this kind of bleak outcome inevitable when I gave up on traditional intercourse anyway?

…Maybe things aren’t so bad right now after all.