Trainee No. 101 Han Hye-ji
My top-of-the-line foreign sedan slowly pushed through the heavy iron gates of the M.I.L.F Special Academy.
The tires made a satisfying friction against the asphalt of the parade ground as I brought the car to a stop. An old man waiting at the guard post by the gate recognized my make and license plate at once and came hustling over, his dress shoes clacking urgently against the pavement.
The man in the greasy suit bent at a full ninety degrees the instant my door opened, sweat pouring down his face.
"Welcome! Welcome, Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk!"
"Yeah, yeah… Kang Joo-hyuk. And you are?"
I stepped out, sliding my sunglasses down just enough to look at him with open irritation. He mopped the beads of sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and bowed even lower.
"I'm Principal Noh In-goo, the one put in charge of this school! It is the honor of my entire family to welcome the world's only SSS-Rank hero as our overall instructor!"
I gave his sycophantic, hand-wringing face a once-over and nodded vaguely.
The principal wiped his brow again, then waved frantically toward the fitness coach who had been drilling the students in the center of the parade ground.
A whistle cut the air like a blade. Dozens of married-woman trainees who had been jogging around the field in a sweat immediately fell into a single, perfectly ordered line.
I climbed the tall platform that overlooked the entire parade ground with the principal at my side.
He seized the microphone at the center of the stage and began spitting into it with theatrical enthusiasm.
"Ahem! Mic check! Trainees, attention! From today onward, Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk will take full charge of your combat training and mana care! There is not a single citizen of Korea—no, of the entire world—who does not know this man's name. As you are all aware, he is the world's sole SSS-Rank hunter who conquered the First Tower alone, and…"
While the principal's long, tedious praise and introductions boomed through the speakers, I leisurely scanned the faces and voluptuous bodies of the dozens of married women lined up below the platform through my sunglasses.
The curves of their bodies, clearly outlined beneath the tight black training uniforms, possessed a density and volume completely different from those of unmarried women.
Steeply rising breasts, hips made heavier and more elastic by childbirth and housework, and above all the sharp, sticky scent of mature flesh that filled the entire field—the dense body fragrance unique to married women that no young girl could ever produce.
The moment that rich aroma brushed my nose, the massive twin of mine inside my pants slowly stirred and began to lift its head.
I was glad I had worn the sunglasses.
If the Association had asked me to train greenhorn boys or unmarried women, I would have thrown any amount of money back in their faces and refused on the spot.
But this place… this was nothing less than a paradise prepared especially for me.
"…And now, a few words from Overall Instructor Kang Joo-hyuk!"
At last the principal's endless eulogy ended and the microphone was passed into my hand.
Dozens of pairs of hot, curious eyes belonging to married women locked onto me on the platform all at once.
In those gazes directed at the legendary SSS-Rank hunter—young and attractive—curiosity, admiration, and a secret expectation were tangled together.
I brought the mic close to my lips and spoke in a low, intense voice, short and sharp.
"There's only one thing I want to say to all of you here…"
Silence fell. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as everyone swallowed and waited for my next words.
"You will obey every single word I say. Absolutely."
The blunt, almost violent declaration finished, and a wave of murmuring rippled through the crowd of married women below the platform.
"That's all."
Without looking back I tossed the microphone onto the principal's chest and walked down from the stage.
The principal looked flustered and lost, but my overwhelming presence kept him from daring to protest.
I was heading toward the instructors' office through the shaded corridor behind the platform when a voice stopped me.
"Excuse me! Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk—!"
The voice was coquettish and dripping with raw sex appeal. I stopped and turned.
A long-haired glamorous woman stood there, the zipper of her training top deliberately pulled low enough to bare the deep valley of her cleavage. Her eyes were thick with lewd allure and heavy makeup.
"Hello! Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Trainee No. 101, Han Hye-ji."
I looked at her in silence and gave a slight nod.
As if she had been waiting for exactly that, Han Hye-ji closed the distance at once and wrapped both hands tightly around my forearm.
Then she casually pressed her enormous, bursting breasts against my arm and rubbed them back and forth.
"I've been a huge fan ever since you first ranked up to S-Rank, Joo-hyuk-nim! Every time you appeared on the news my heart would pound so hard I couldn't stand it."
That was around the time I first became famous worldwide, so she wasn't wrong.
The soft, hot sensation of her full breasts against my arm was so plush and scorching that the pleasure from earlier in bed felt like it was reigniting and racing through my veins again.
"Um… whenever you have time, let's meet just the two of us. I really want to receive personal instruction on that legendary skill of yours, Joo-hyuk-nim…"
She whispered the words into my ear, thick with aegyo and a nasal lilt, and shot me a meaningful look.
It was an open offer to lobby with her body.
"Fine. Later."
I answered curtly and brushed her hands off, turning to leave.
Then, among a group of fellow trainees chatting in one corner of the parade ground, a single figure completely seized my gaze.
Glossy long black hair, a long, slender body perfectly outlined even through the training uniform, and an ideally smooth rise of breasts and hips.
She felt my stare, turned her head, and looked at me. Then she smiled that same kind, beautiful smile from my old memories and spoke.
"It really was you, Kang Joo-hyuk. It's been so long."
Ah…
It was her.
Back when I was still unawakened, nothing more than a pathetic high-school bread shuttle… the class president who had been the only one to protect me and stand up for me when the bullies were beating me down—Yoon Ji-soo.
For all three years of high school I had been madly in love with her. But she was always glued to the most popular, best-looking guy in school, and they were a couple.
All I could do was watch her back from afar, suffer in silence every night, and jerk off. That was how my miserable high-school life had ended.
"Yoon Ji-soo…"
She had only grown a little older; the mature fragrance of a woman had deepened, but her clear features and that uniquely pure yet glamorous body had barely changed at all.
"You… how are you here?"
At my question she gave a bitter yet affectionate smile.
"I awakened not long after giving birth. It caught me completely off guard too."
She adjusted the training gloves in her hands and continued.
"I heard they gather all the awakened married women into this academy for training. Honestly, leaving my newborn behind to come here breaks my heart… but as a mother I have to save this world for the sake of the one my child will live in."
Exactly the kind of thing Yoon Ji-soo would say.
Back in high school, when I was crying after getting beaten by the bullies, she had told me in that same upright, no-nonsense way, "Boys aren't supposed to cry. You have to be strong."
But… the me of now was no longer that pitiful bread shuttle.
"Ah… right. Do your best."
To hide the strange inferiority and the twisted desire writhing deep in my chest, I offered the coldest, most indifferent greeting I could manage and walked away.
I entered the first-floor restroom of the main building, turned on the faucet, and washed my face with cold water. I glared at my reflection in the mirror and clenched my teeth.
I'm not the pathetic Kang Joo-hyuk from back then. I'm not the bread shuttle who used to get beaten in a corner and drool on the floor.
I am now the one and only SSS-Rank hunter who saved this world, the absolute being who holds every power and fortune on the planet.
And Yoon Ji-soo—you are nothing more than a worthless married-woman trainee who will have to roll around in the palm of my hand.
The thought of how that lofty, righteous face would crumble beneath me made my crotch swell hot and hard.
Creak…
Just then, the door of one of the stalls inside the restroom slowly opened.
"Oh my? So this is where you were, Overall Instructor?"
I looked back through the restroom mirror. Han Hye-ji—the same woman who had rubbed her breasts against my arm in the corridor earlier—was stepping out of the stall. Her wet lips and eyes were filled with raw, greasy lust.
"This is the men's restroom."
At my flat question she pulled the zipper of her training top all the way down to her navel with a loud rasp and walked closer.
Her abundant breasts threatened to spill completely out of the uniform.
"Oh my, there are just so many female trainees at this academy. The women's restroom line is endless—it takes forever just to use it once."
"…"
"I was dying to go… I really thought I was going to wet myself."
She gave a greasy, lewd laugh, trailed a long finger down her own lips, and came right up to my face.
The narrow restroom filled with the thick scent of her cosmetics and the unique body fragrance of a married woman.
"Right now, in this big restroom… it's just the two of us, isn't it?"
Han Hye-ji whispered secretly and laid a soft, hot hand right on top of my swollen crotch.
Then she moved her fingers, stroking and gauging the size of my massive cock through the fabric of my pants.
"That incredible SSS-Rank skill of yours, Joo-hyuk-nim… mind if I take a little look at it first, right here?"
