I Am Pregnant.

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Congratulations to the subject for unlocking a new skill.

Masochist (Lv. 1) > (Lv. 2) > (Lv. 3) > (Lv. 4)

A fighting skill that increases your external arts by 15%, the more you feel pain in a battle.

Keep getting beat up to increase the skill rank.

Reward.

30 points.

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Namgung Wong knot his brows, as he looked at the system window. It was literally telling him to be a human punching bag.

"Ah! Why did you have to make it painful. I am sure my mother won't hurt me as much as you did." The young man complained towards his nanny, as he struggled to get up.

Earlene just scoffed at the little brat, she barely even used ki to strengthen her fist, "You call yourself the third evil, yet, you are this weak?"

"I am not the third evil, I can't even use ki."

"Whaaat?!" Earlene was stunned, she had heard the rumors, and Wong was indeed able to see through her disguise, "Why don't you clear that up then?!"

"I like to keep it that way!" It was a safe move for him to be called the third evil, no useless nobodies would come and attack him, even strong people will try their best to avoid him.

Jung Earlene's mouth close up and down. She couldn't find any response to answer to Wong. He was living a lie, yet he seemed to enjoy it, 'Is it a way to avoid making friends, no! According to the rumors he already has friends. What could he be aiming for?'

The young lady just shook her head, at the end of the day, the little brat wouldn't even think about telling her about his plan.

"You are really shameless, you know that?"

"I thought you already knew, since you said you were my mother."

"Fuck you."

"I will gladly be on top of you mom."

Wong received another beating which increased the Level of the 'Masochist' skill to level 5. Earlene used more force than the first time, and she was positive, he wouldn't try anything funny.

"I guess it is time you buy me that drink."

"Yes mommy."

Earlene felt like hitting Wong again, but she couldn't. Her cheeks were a little red, her child never reached an age she call her 'mom'.

'I guess it is kind of cute, being called mommy.'

...

Around the same time, Morong Fan was having a nervous break down inside his rented room. The image of his brother trying to impress that good for nothing nobody was printed in his mind.

Yoo Yooha who was also feeling the same hugged him from the back, she was told to observe every move Wong makes and she was sure this piece of news would make her receive her medication in time from her husband.

"Don't worry about it darling-nim. As his brother you should respect his choices. It is not fare to treat him like that."

Morong calm down a little, as the citrus sent coming from the mistress behind him, was pleasing to the nose, but that didn't stop him from sulking, "At least he should have asked me first!"

'What the fuck?!' Yooha couldn't understand that Fan's looks were looked down upon. The relationship between the friends was just too much for her to handle.

She just released a small laughter, trying to act like she understood him, "I know it is not sun set yet, but why don't we go and have a drink. After that we...."

Fan liked what he heard that his mood took a hundred and eighty degree turn. Breaking apart from her embrace, he turn around and princess carry her.

"Why don't we do that now?"

"Hey, don't act like, I don't have a husband? He might have already heard me already."

"I will beat his ass if he ever comes here!" Fan laid, Yoo Yooha nicely on his bed, but the woman didn't seem to be in the mood, as she stood up on the ground, "Is something wrong noona, I thought you said we could do it now."

Yooha's expression turned cold that Fan started to get scared of her. She just stood there, before she looked him straight in his hazel black eyes.

"Fan where did you cum during all this time we slept together?"

Where did the 'darling-nim' go? Mororng Fan didn't mind much about that staff, as he released a small chuckle, "Of course, I cum inside. You seemed okay with it, what is the big deal now? Or is it that you want me to do it inside of you now?"

"You big idiot, you really don't know do you?"

Morong Fan had a dumbfounded expression, as he hold hands with Yoo Yooha who had already started sweating, as she felt something inside of her, "What is it that I don't know, noona? You can tell this little brother anything troubling you."

Yoo Yooha face palmed, as this guy couldn't take a hint at all. She sat on the edge of the bed, and dragged the poor soul to sit next to her. The air in the room turned cold, and for a few minutes no one talked to each other.

Morong Fan grew impatient, and tried to kiss her nape, but she pushed him back. The black haired dude, wasn't the one to give up easily, as his hands tried to reach for her chest, "You trying to play hard to get, huh? I am very good at that game."

Yooha slapped Fan's hand before she looked him in the eye, and the young brat tried to reached for the lips, "I have something to tell you."

"Just say it, so we can have sex already!"

"I am pregnant with your child."

"So what if you are pregnant....–!" Reality quickly struck Morong Fan, and he turned pale, like a pillar of ice. Whether he was still alive or not was still not known.

Yoo Yooha waved her hand in front of Fan's wide open eyes that weren't blinking at all.

"Fan are you still there?"