M.I.L.F
“Hah… hah… haaah! Nngh, aaaah……!”
Beneath the pale blue light of early morning seeping through the gap in the curtains, the entire bedroom reeked of raw fluids and sweat.
The sheets were soaked through with their shared heat and sticky sweat, so that every roll of the hips filled the room with a wet, obscene squelching that was as unpleasant as it was filthy.
Slap! Slap! Squelch, slap-!
With tireless stamina, the man’s dark groin slammed mercilessly into the deep cleft of her plump white ass, the sharp crack of flesh meeting flesh ringing in their ears each time.
Her disheveled hair clung to the small of her back. The thick, sensual meat of her ass, shoved forward only to spring back with a juicy rebound, sent a spike of pleasure racing up his spine that felt ready to blow the top of his skull clean off.
“Ah… ang… ang… ah… so good… hnnngh, I think I’m going crazy, it feels too good……!”
I pressed myself flush against her back and seized her slender waist in both hands as if I meant to crush it.
Every merciless, beast-like thrust of my hips sent the generous flesh of her ass rippling outward like jelly before it snapped back into its original, bursting curves with a lewd jiggle.
That narrow waist filling my grip, and the explosive flare of hips that followed—
It was pure animal mating, reason completely trampled underfoot, the room ruled only by raw reproductive instinct and naked desire.
Every time I leaned over her damp nape and ear and poured out hot, ragged breath, the sadistic thrill and hunger to conquer boiling inside me surged higher, completely out of control.
“Ah… ah… ah… too… deep…… ah… aaah… at this rate my womb’s really going to tear… but I love it, Joo-hyuk, I love it so much I could die……!”
Beads of sweat slid down the porcelain line of her spine and glittered lewdly under the light. Her convulsing walls, already at the edge of climax, clamped around my monstrous cock as if they were desperately trying to keep it from ever leaving.
Slap, slap!
I ignored her sobbing and drove in even deeper, all the way to the root, crushing against her womb as if I meant to grind it flat.
Then I murmured low against her ear.
“How is it? Compared to that husband of yours?”
The question, dropped into the wet friction, made her head snap back as if her neck had broken.
Pleasure-glazed eyes wandered the empty air.
“Ang… ang… ang… ahh! D-don’t… talk about that bastard… not now……!”
“Oh yeah? Then I won’t. I’ll pull out?”
I deliberately stopped moving my hips and started to withdraw to the tip. The woman, already ruined, clawed at my wrists and shoved her ass back hard against me.
Desperate, broken moans spilled out of her in a frenzy.
“Ah, no! Don’t pull out! Ang… ahh… that tiny-dick bastard can’t even compare to you, are you insane?! Ang… haah! No matter how hard he rams me I feel nothing… you… you crush all the way to the end of my womb! Ahk!!!!!!”
Superiority.
The twisted, illicit thrill of completely dominating another man’s wife and making her mouth reduce her legal husband to something lower than a worm wrapped around every blood vessel in my body like it meant to burst them.
I stopped holding back and drove my hips like a runaway engine.
Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!
“Ugh… coming…..!”
“Come!!!! Come!!! Joo-hyuk, fill me up… ah….!”
Sploosh… sploosh… sploosh……!
Hot semen slammed straight into the mouth of her womb and flooded every corner of her cunt in thick, surging waves.
The scalding heat made her thrash, limbs shuddering as she clawed the sheets hard enough to tear them.
“Haah… haah… haah……”
A silence still thick with heat settled over the room.
I slowly pulled my cock free from deep inside her. With a wet glorp, thinned semen dripped down her thighs and onto the bed in heavy drops.
Leaving the woman sprawled unconscious on the bed, I began gathering the underwear and dress shirt scattered across the floor and putting them on. The face in the mirror was still indifferent, almost bored.
There’s no doubt about it—I love married women.
I’d fucked plenty of ordinary unmarried girls too.
But nothing could match the dense, sticky weight of a married woman’s body, and above all that electric, illicit rush of “breaking another man’s wife like a dog.” No virgin ever came close.
This was what drove me crazy. No question.
Beep… beep… beep…
My communicator chimed with a mechanical tone.
The caller ID read [Hunter Association President]. I pressed the button, and an elderly voice—grave yet edged with urgency—struck my ear.
Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk. Where in the world are you?
“What’s going on? This early?”
What’s going on?! Today is the official opening of that special academy you’re in charge of! You’re already hours late for work!
Ah. Right.
I’d completely forgotten.
The clock was already past ten in the morning.
I’d been so absorbed in the woman still panting beside me that the start of the workday had vanished from my mind entirely.
“Got it. On my way.”
I hung up without ceremony and shrugged into my jacket.
Why did the Association President not dare raise his voice at me and instead fretted like this?
Simple.
I was Kang Joo-hyuk—the world’s only SSS-Rank hunter, the man who had cleared the First Tower alone.
Years ago, when the sky split open and a colossal dimensional tower rose above the Earth, the miasma pouring from it had wrecked the planet’s ecosystem and driven humanity to the brink of extinction.
I was the one who risked everything, climbed all one hundred floors alone, shattered the core at the summit, and saved mankind.
I had been humanity’s living god, its hero.
As a reward for that clear I received more wealth and power than I could spend in a lifetime, and I retired from hunting without a second thought.
All I wanted was to roll around spending money and play the immortal, sampling every attractive married woman I fancied.
But… peace never lasts.
Barely three years after I cleared the first tower, Second Dimensional Towers erupted simultaneously all over the Earth.
Naturally the Association and every nation’s S-Rank hunters charged into the new towers, hungry for rewards and glory.
The result was brutal.
Inside the second towers waited a lethal new “miasma toxin” far deadlier than anything in the first.
Vigorous unmarried male hunters, blood-hot unmarried women in their twenties, even the legendary high-rankers—the moment they opened the door to the first floor and stepped inside—
Fwoooom-!
Their mana circuits overloaded and disintegrated.
Their entire bodies came apart like meat fed into a grinder, reduced to bloody pulp.
Hundreds of S-Rank hunters died on the first floor without lasting even ten seconds, turned into lumps of flesh.
And yet… from that scene of slaughter, a handful of people walked out completely unharmed.
Low-rank, F-Rank awakeners with pitiful power. But they all shared one single trait.
Every last one of them was a married woman.
Later analysis by scholars revealed something both absurd and breathtaking.
Only “3040 married female awakeners”—women whose mana circuits had been tangled and reshaped by pregnancy, childbirth, or the late hormonal shifts of maturity—possessed the unique constitution that could neutralize the tower’s toxic miasma and preserve their circuits.
In other words, unmarried men and women and all the old high-rankers couldn’t even set foot inside, while only married female awakeners held the sole key to climbing the towers and stopping Earth’s destruction.
Governments and the Hunter Association panicked.
If the towers weren’t purified at once the planet would be poisoned and ruined—yet the only people who could enter them were the ajummas and madams who shopped at the market or dropped their kids off at school.
In the end the government forcibly gathered married female awakeners from around the world and founded a dedicated training institution to turn them into elite hunters.
That was the special academy I was supposed to report to today as head instructor.
Monster & Incursion Lethal Force
Or, for short—M.I.L.F!!!!
“Haa……”
Hands in my pockets, I stood at the academy gate and looked up at the massive, modern façade.
Even I, because of my mana circuits, couldn’t enter the second towers myself. Instead I would command these married students from the control room and provide close-quarters care for their mana circuits once they cleared a floor and came back down—that was the instructor’s role I had accepted.
Beyond the main gate, the alluring backs of madams in tight training gear caught my eye.
For family honor, for eternal youth and beauty, or for their own secret reasons—these proud married women would risk their lives climbing the towers.
And the single instructor who would hold them all in the palm of his hand and knead them however he pleased: me.
The corner of my mouth curled upward.
“Time to clock in. Let’s go meet my charming students.”
