Chapter 8
Episode 8
At ten o'clock in the evening,
the moon hung high in the sky,
a single wisp of cloud drifting slowly past it.
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust—
"Oppa~ It feels so good~!"
Tonight, I was pounding into Kim Mi-in's pussy in the master bedroom.
When it came to relieving the fatigue of a woman exhausted from her daily routine,
nothing beat sex.
"Baby, did you hear from your mom?
She mentioned restarting the ladies' club this time?"
"Ahh~ I... I heard from M-Mom~.
Did Oppa agree to be the treasurer?"
Kim Mi-in's voice trembled as she was being filled.
"Yeah. It shouldn't be too difficult—
just handling some miscellaneous tasks here and there.
She said there'd be good side income too."
"Hahh~! Oh, really? That's great then.
We need to save up quickly so we can move into our own apartment~."
Thud, thud, thud—
Instead of thrusting harder, I slowed my pace slightly.
"So... you're okay with it?
But I'll probably be busy all weekend—
Saturdays and Sundays."
"Uuung~ It'll be sad not seeing your cock, but~
what can we do~? Hahh~ Go and do well, okay~?"
"Yeah. Thanks, baby.
Let's work hard until we get our own place."
I picked up the pace again.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud—
"Yesss~ Oppa~ Let's live happily together~ Hahh~!"
"Yeah! Baby, let's be happy!"
Squelch—
I came deep inside Kim Mi-in's pussy.
"Hahh~ Oppaaa~!"
Her moans echoed throughout the house.
***
Click—
After covering the sleeping Kim Mi-in with a blanket,
I headed to the kitchen for a glass of water.
Thud, thud, thud—
Footsteps sounded from the second-floor staircase.
It was my mother-in-law.
I poured myself a full glass of cold water and gulped it down.
As if it were routine, she wordlessly pulled down my pajama pants and underwear,
grabbed my cock, still slick with my cum and Mi-in's juices,
and took it straight into her mouth.
Slurp, suck, suck, suck—
"Mother-in-law, I just got Mi-in's permission. About the ladies' club."
"Mmph~ Ahh~ You did well, Yeong-jin~ Suck, suck, suck—
Gulp~ Then~ I'll talk to the club president~ Suck, suck—"
My cock, which had been softening, surged back to life.
Suck, suck, suck, suck—
She bobbed her head faster, sucking harder.
I stroked her hair as it swayed back and forth,
gently caressing her ear with my other hand.
Slap, slap, slap—
Lust Unyielding activated.
I cupped her face with both hands and pulled her up,
then turned her around, lifting her nightgown
and pulling her ass toward me.
As expected—no panties again tonight.
Schlllrrrp—
"Hahh~!"
She let out a quiet moan.
The living room air grew thick with the scent of a woman's arousal.
Thud, thud, thud, thud—
I rocked her hips as I spoke.
"Mother-in-law, when does the club usually meet?"
"Hahh~ The date isn't~ set yet~.
I'll~ Hahh~ talk to the president~ Hahh~!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust—
I pounded deeper into her pussy.
"I see. Got it.
By the way, Mother-in-law... what's the club's name?"
"Ahh~ Our club's name? Hahh~
It's the Purple Cartel~ Hahh~ Hahh~ Sounds silly, right~? Hehe~."
"No, not at all.
It's a sexy name—Purple Cartel!
Makes my heart race!"
Pound, pound, pound, pound, pound—
Excitement made my cock even harder.
Unaware of how late it had gotten,
I kept hammering into her pussy.
Pound, pound, pound, pound—
Pound, pound, pound—
......
...
Past one in the morning.
The clouds parted from the round moon,
casting bright light through the narrow alleyways.
And just like that,
I became a member of the Purple Cartel.
***
The next day.
Hunter Management Bureau, Investigation and Intelligence Division.
"Team Leader Cheon, compile Agent Black's report and submit it!"
"Yes, sir! Chief Kang. I just finished organizing it.
Here's the three-month surveillance report."
The documents were bound in a black folder.
The title read: "Hunter Park Yeong-jin Investigation Report."
Flip—
Chief Kang took the folder and skimmed through the first page.
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
Title: Hunter Park Yeong-jin Behavioral Patterns & Anomaly Report
Classification: Internal Confidential / Agent Black Only
Author: Agent ███
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1. Baseline Observations
Subject Hunter Park Yeong-jin exhibits abnormally high frequency of residence at a specific dwelling outside work hours.
Confirmed occupants:
• 1 direct family member
• 1 marital relation
Presence primarily concentrated during late-night/early-morning hours, accompanied by sharp spikes in biometric readings.
⸻
2. Abnormal Biometric Patterns
Recurring observations:
• Rapid heart rate escalation
• Blood flow concentration
• Fatigue accumulation markers
• Abnormal sustained recovery coefficient
Notably, despite simultaneous emotional/physical response fluctuations, subject displays zero stamina depletion or cognitive impairment—inconsistent with standard human rest/sleep recovery models.
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3. Companion Analysis
Confirmed correlation between biometric spikes and close contact with two individuals:
• Type A: Primary resident (mother-in-law Jo A-young)
• Type B: Frequent external visitor (spouse Kim Mi-in)
Significantly, Type A interactions produce measurably higher response amplitudes than Type B.
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4. Comprehensive Assessment
Subject Park Yeong-jin appears to fulfill continuous skill activation conditions unrelated to combat, Gates, or mana usage—a phenomenon undocumented in Hunter protocols.
Hypothesis: Potential novel awakening trigger linked to "Moral Degradation" metric.
⸻
5. Recommendations
• Defer direct intervention
• Maintain surveillance & pattern logging
• Evaluate need for specialized case analysts
⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯
Chief Kang frowned.
"What the hell?! This says he's screwing his mother-in-law!
And constantly at that!"
He flipped through three months' worth of reports, voice rising.
"This bastard's a repeat offender!
Shouldn't we throw him in jail already?!
Hey! Team Leader Cheon, what's your take?"
"Sir, after reviewing everything,
the reports only document...
that activity.
With his spouse's mother, no less.
But legally, we can't detain or imprison Hunter Park Yeong-jin.
No criminal or civil statutes apply.
Only if Kim Mi-in becomes aware could this surface as an issue—
but we still can't charge him."
"Ugh, how does that make sense?!
This is public indecency!
And what's this 'Moral Degradation' nonsense?!
We can't just let this scumbag—!"
Slam—
Chief Kang hurled the folder onto his desk,
breathing heavily in frustration.
"Chief, the report does contain significant findings.
Park Yeong-jin exhibits patterns unlike any known Hunter.
His skill—unlike level-ups, awakenings, or reawakenings—
appears tied to psychological anomaly metrics.
An unprecedented male-exclusive passive ability."
Chief Kang adjusted his half-rim glasses.
"How is that significant?!
What's his contribution to humanity?!
This is just harmful!"
"Sir, properly utilized, this could eliminate need for drugs like Viagra or Cialis.
Pharmaceutical and medical sectors would clamor for R&D.
It might even foster domestic harmony—"
"Enough nonsense!
I'll see this bastard behind bars myself!
Order Black to intensify surveillance!
And report directly to me upon submission!"
"Yes, Chief."
Team Leader Cheon bowed,
a faint smile playing on his lips as he retrieved the folder.
***
Days later.
A café one block off Gangnam's main boulevard.
Afternoon sunlight filtered through floor-to-ceiling windows,
glowing softly over dark oak tables arranged in rows.
Warm white lighting bathed the space as espresso machines hummed
and smooth jazz played in the background.
Though crowded, the scattered attention made it ideal for conversation.
Mother-in-law Jo A-young sat across her friend Wang Mi-yu.
Clink—
Wang Mi-yu sipped her coffee,
carefully setting the cup down.
Her slender fingers—adorned with burgundy nails
and Swarovski crystals—glittered with every movement.
"What brings you here, A-young?
Haven't seen you in ages!
What, did you bag yourself a new man? Hehe~!"
"Pfft. Brat. Is that how you greet me after so long?
How've you been? Anything new?"
"Mmm~ You know me—always busy.
Barely have time to play with men anymore~ Hehe~!"
"Heheh~ You look radiant as ever.
Still getting your daily protein massages, I see~!"
"How'd you know?! You should open a fortune-telling shop~ Hehe~!"
Amidst the café's jazz trumpet solos,
their raunchy banter continued unabated.
Patrons bustled around them,
though nearby men kept stealing glances—
particularly at Wang Mi-yu's barely contained cleavage
straining against her unbuttoned blouse.
Unfazed, she leaned in.
"Hehe~ So what's the agenda, my darling A-young~?"
Jo A-young dabbed coffee cream from her lips
with a tissue before answering.
"Mmm~ I think it's time...
to revive the Purple Cartel."
Clink—
Wang Mi-yu's eyebrows shot up
as she set down her cup.
"Whaaat?! Restart the Purple Cartel?!
Can you handle it? Found a man up to the task?"
"Yes! And he's very close by!"
Jo A-young nodded,
a knowing smile curling her lips.