The Fire Dragon's Price: An S-Rank Hunter's Body (2)
“Kraaaah—!”
The red calamity blotting out Seoul's sky, the Fire Dragon Ignis, let out a scream. One of its massive wings was being torn off like a sheet of paper.
“How dare you stand in the heavens before me, you insolent beast!”
Baekhyang kicked off the air and leaped, seizing the base of the dragon's right wing. Pitch-black Heavenly Demon energy exploded from her grip.
Wooong—!
Kwachik!
Scales flew and bones shattered. A house-sized wing ripped free from the body and plummeted to the ground.
The dragon staggered, losing its balance. Choi Rin seized the opening and charged in.
“Eat this, you lizard bastard!”
Using the rubble of a collapsed building as a springboard, Choi Rin vaulted up and slammed her fist into the dragon's ankle with brute force. The punch carried the full power of an S-rank hero. The dragon's scales—harder than steel—shattered, and its leg bone snapped at a grotesque angle.
“Die.”
Elina Veronica finished it off with a blast of cold. The brutal northern winter descended on the heart of Gangnam. The dragon's broken leg and the ground beneath it froze solid in an instant, sealing its movements completely.
“Kyaaah!”
The dragon writhed in agony. When the strongest from every dimension teamed up, even a calamity-grade monster was just a big punching bag.
It opened its maw in a final spasm of rage. Deep in its throat, a crimson fireball condensed—a breath attack that would incinerate everything.
Too late.
I was already leaping above its head. The Holy Sword Gram in my hand ignited like the sun in response to its master's battle spirit.
Pantheon Swordsmanship - Lion King's Judgment
The sword path etched in my mind guided my body. This wasn't a mere slash. It was absolute domination, cleaving space itself.
“Die.”
I plunged the sword straight down.
Kwaaaaang—!!
Golden light devoured the world's noise. The flash split the dragon's breath in half and sliced through its iron skull like tofu. A waterfall of brains and blood poured out.
Kuung—!
The colossal body collapsed limply. A cloud of dust rose.
I landed on the dragon's severed head and shook the blood from my blade. Situation cleared.
In less than five minutes since it appeared, the S-rank demonic beast that had terrorized Seoul was reduced to a hunk of meat.
Silence enveloped the area. The citizens watching from afar and the hunters who had mobilized couldn't close their mouths.
“Waaaaah!!”
Cheers erupted moments later. The birth cry of a hero.
But I ignored it. My gaze locked on a woman standing dazed amid the rubble of a collapsed building.
Joo Hwayeon. She stared up at the dragon's corpse, her weapon dropped at her feet.
‘It's over.’
Joo Hwayeon stared at the scene before her in disbelief.
Five years. She'd staked everything on this revenge. Saving money, building her guild, grinding her blade through nightmares every night. Vowing one day to take that bastard's head with her own hands. To avenge her little brother and niece.
And yet.
‘So... empty.’
Park Kiyong. One swing of that man's sword. The nightmare that had tormented her crumbled like a sandcastle.
Relief? Joy? Fleeting at best. In the end, all that lingered in her chest was a gaping void, like a hole punched through her heart.
She collapsed to her knees. A life without purpose. Like a locomotive fueled by vengeance screeching to a halt.
Nothing left. No family, no goals, no reason to live.
As the situation was handled and time passed, the emptiness grew. Along with a sharpening loneliness.
She pulled a small dagger from her bosom. Meant for his throat, now useless.
Joo Hwayeon gazed at a photo.
‘I'm coming. To your side.’
She brought the dagger to her neck. She couldn't endure this bitter void any longer. Ending it here felt like her final atonement to her family.
Her hand tightened.
The sharp blade pierced her pale skin, a red bead of blood welling up.
Tak—!
Someone seized her wrist. Iron grip. The dagger clattered harmlessly to the ground.
“What the hell are you doing?”
She looked up. Park Kiyong stood there, gazing down with cold eyes. Not pity—contempt.
How he'd gotten here didn't matter.
“Let go... let me go...”
Joo Hwayeon flailed to die.
“Trying to off yourself? Revenge done?”
“Yes! It's over! I don't need any of it anymore! Let go! Let me die!”
Joo Hwayeon screamed. But Park Kiyong didn't release her—he yanked her closer. His face inches from hers.
“Who said you could die.”
His voice dropped low.
“We had a deal. Kill the Fire Dragon, and you'd give me everything.”
“...!”
“Jujak Guild, all your assets, and your body. All mine. And now you're trying to wreck it without the owner's permission?”
Black possessiveness burned in his eyes. He wasn't saving her. Just protecting his property.
“Don't even think about welching. Your life's mine now.”
He roughly gripped her chin, forcing her gaze up.
“Keep your promise, noona. I completed the job. Your turn to pay up.”
His words jolted her awake. A life where even death was forbidden. Reality: she'd sold her soul to the devil for revenge.
But strangely.
That domineering attitude filled the void in her chest. Not emptiness, but terror of an overwhelming superior... and a masochistic relief at being owned.
Yeah... I was sold.
Joo Hwayeon went limp. Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Got it...”
Her voice trembled.
“Take it. Everything, as promised.”
Clearing the scene was quick. The Awakening Bureau and Jujak Guild handled the dragon's corpse. Park Hana and Park Hayul were sent to the hospital. Not seriously hurt, but they needed rest. I left after seeing them admitted.
The heroines had all returned to their dimensions once time was up. I was alone.
‘Gone?’
Back at the site, no Joo Hwayeon. Unease gripped me.
That last look in her eyes. Pure emptiness.
I moved fast, searching. First, her guild office.
‘Not here.’
Next, her home. Found her there. Precarious state. Barely stopped her.
‘Dangerous.’
She looked ready to bite her tongue. Couldn't look away.
‘No choice then.’
Best cure for a broken will: drown her brain in pleasure. Make her feel alive to her bones.
I took the dazed Joo Hwayeon somewhere else. Her private penthouse. Luxurious spot overlooking Seoul's nightscape. But silent as an abandoned castle.
Click... Door shut. I shoved her against the wall.
“Ahk...!”
Short gasp. I pinned her arms overhead and ripped off her red suit jacket.
“Claiming my reward now.”
“Here...? Right now...?”
“Why? Don't want to?”
“No...”
She shook her head weakly. Doll without resistance. But that apathy stoked my sadism.
I tore open her blouse buttons.
Twoduk—!
Buttons scattered. Black see-through bra revealed exploding cleavage. S-rank hunter's toned body, mature woman's allure.
“Wasting a body like this on death. Shame.”
I grabbed one breast. Soft yet firm.
“Hngh!”
Her body jolted. Despite wanting to die, it reacted honestly. Hard nipple poked my palm.
“Feels good, huh, noona.”
“D-don't... say that...”
She flushed, averted eyes. Shame. Guilt of feeling pleasure from the man who avenged her family—being ravished as payment. That depravity aroused her more.
I buried my face in her nape, inhaling deep. Luxury perfume mixed with her scent. Faint sweat.
“Haa... smells good.”
Lick!
I lapped up her collarbone. She shivered at the cold tongue.
“Kiyong... please... hurry...”
She seemed eager to end this misery. But no such mercy.
Slow. Excruciatingly slow. Drown her until rational thought drowned in ecstasy.
“No rush. Night's young.”
I scooped her up, carried to the bedroom. Tossed her on the king-size bed. Red skirt hiked, revealing black-stockinged legs.
I knelt, removed her heels. Stroked from toes to calf, thigh.
“Nng... not there...”
My hand reached inner thigh, secret spot. She clamped legs. I forced them open.
“Gotta check if you're wet.”
Fingered over panties. Soaked.
Death-wishing woman, dripping like this.
“Such a slut, guild master.”
“N-no... that's not...”
“Liar. Body's honest.”
Pushed panties aside, eyed wet slit. Clear nectar beading.
“Taste test.”
Buried face between thighs.
“Heek! N-no! Dirty!”
She pushed my head—futile. Tongue rolled her clit.
Chijik! Chijik!
“Aaak! Haaang! Nghk!”
Hips arched like a bow. Intense stimulus. Void and guilt in her mind shoved aside by pleasure.
This moment.
No vengeful ghost, no guild master. Just a bitch starved for ecstasy.
“Tasty. Sweet.”
I lifted head, showed glistening lips. She stared blankly.
“Now... put it in...”
She begged. End the cruel sweet torment, fill the void. Instinct craving body stuffed if heart couldn't be.
“If you want.”
Stood, dropped pants. Grotesque erection sprang free. Her eyes fixed on it.
“Huge...”
Swallowed dry. Fear and anticipation.
I climbed on, positioned between legs. Pressed glans to wet entrance.
Slip...
“Hnggh...!”
“Going in. Pay up properly.”
Grabbed hips, pushed slow but heavy.
Sssslip—!
Tight pussy stretched, swallowing me. Crushing pressure. Felt every inner wrinkle—scorching, narrow.
“Kaaa...! Hurts! Too big!”
She clawed my shoulders. I didn't stop. To the hilt. Until cervix.
Something blocked.
Virgin at her age?
Cock tore through, advanced.
Pluk!
“Huk...!”
Full union. Her lower belly bulged.
She panted, accepting the fullness.
“So full... Kiyong... so full...”
Tears welled again. Different this time. Pain-pleasure mix, raw life.
“Moving now.”
No waiting. Pulled back hips.
Paang—!
Thrust hard upward.