Real Hunting
University life.
In truth, it didn't really matter whether he attended or not.
Since I don't even have to go to lectures.
He had obtained the privileges of a celestial dragon. He didn't even need to bother with attendance.
And yet the reason he still showed up was simple: he wanted to savor the fresh, budding vitality of campus life.
"Ah, first class was a total mess!"
"Why?"
"I was just one minute late and they marked me tardy. I can't even wake up in the morning—this is bullshit."
The chatter of female students drifted over on the chilly spring breeze, tickling his ears.
Pretty, average-looking bitches.
As long as you had money, you could meet them. You could even play with them by the truckload. But those kinds of artificial encounters held no thrill that set the heart racing.
"Hey, hey."
"Why are you bitching at me too?"
"That guy over there! Doesn't he look familiar?"
Ordinary people, with ordinary sensibilities. The regular students sitting on the benches were starting to recognize him. The numbers grew. The whispers spread through the crowd like a virus.
"It's Sonik-jwa!"
"I heard he goes to our school, but..."
"He's filthy rich, they say."
"Holy shit. His face is kinda meh, though."
A few irritating comments reached his ears as well. Those kinds of girls usually didn't score very high.
Fifty points, sixty... at best maybe seventy.
Useful women were, unfortunately, rare. This was Hankuk University, after all. Unlike the no-name schools, there were no empty-headed bitches here. Even their fashion sense hadn't quite reached the level of brazen flashiness.
"That senior..."
Even in the mud, flowers bloomed. There was one girl who was more or less worth a look. Around 170 cm tall. A fox-like face and a stacked body that deserved high marks.
Hmm, ninety points. No, ninety-two.
Scores of ninety and above were uncommon. When he'd first met Hye-ri, she'd been an eighty-nine.
"There seem to be too many people..."
"But."
"I-if we stay here, won't we be blocking the path?"
Seo-eun spoke up. Her overall impression had softened compared to before. She was wearing a fluttering skirt—something feminine and age-appropriate.
A little shorter would be better.
Fifteen centimeters above the knee. The kind of length that would make a party-girl senior feel stifled.
"Whoa, a Porsche!"
"He's more modest than I expected."
"I'm so jealous."
"What department is that girl from? Who is she?"
He granted Seo-eun's request. They got into the car and moved to a quieter spot.
We do have that much of a connection, after all.
The Jeju stock incident. It hadn't been a light situation of just getting stuck with stocks. She'd pulled every loan she could get her hands on. In her own mind, she'd been trying to average down.
Purchase Amount │ 15,350,892 won
Unrealized P/L │ −9,610,087 won
Return Rate │ −62.60%
The losses had only snowballed. That's what happens when you average down wrong.
She did exactly what the institutions wanted.
A stock that had gone up to eight thousand won? She bought it believing it would rise again someday. Of course it couldn't. They'd pumped it by stringing together every possible positive catalyst.
"I'm sorry."
"Hm?"
"I was worried that because of me, people might get the wrong idea and start talking behind your back..."
Where the bottom was. If you guessed wrong, it was the perfect way to get your hand chopped off.
Cute little thing to say.
That ecosystem of the stock market. It had become completely irrelevant to her. Ever since that day, just hearing the word "stock" was enough to give her a seizure. Full-blown trauma.
"Then to keep the rumors from starting."
"Yes?"
"We just have to actually do it."
"U-um."
As an investor, she was finished. As a woman, things were about to change a little.
Soft and fluffy.
In the passenger seat. Her lightly waved, glossy hair caught his eye. Below it, her pure white legs stretched out long. His hand couldn't help but go there.
Squelch!
Soft skin with fine peach fuzz under his fingers. She'd even neatly trimmed her pubic hair.
"You shaved?"
"A little, when I showered."
"Much better. You could just go completely bare, too."
"Wait a second..."
It must have been on her mind. Until now, there'd been no reason to show it to anyone.
She's a bit shy, huh.
In exchange for paying off her loans, he'd settled it with a single night's connection. After that, she still came up to talk to him from time to time. The reason wasn't hard to guess.
Squelch! Squelch!
He shoved his hand inside her underwear. The hole that had never known a man was still cautious.
"If you don't want it, just say so."
"Th-that's..."
"What."
"It's not that I don't want it."
She turned her gaze away and squeezed her eyes shut. Only her twitching lips betrayed her true feelings.
She wasn't the type with such a low bar before.
There was no woman uninterested in men. It was just a matter of who and how she would have them. Her first experience. It had been different from what she'd wanted. But after trying it, it wasn't bad.
Screech—!
He pulled the car over to the shoulder. A place with almost no pedestrians and few people around.
Cars pass by now and then, but.
It didn't seem particularly important. She looked desperate to do it. An unspoiled twenty-year-old. It showed in her expression, in her body language.
"Do you masturbate often?"
"I... haven't."
"Now."
She kept her mouth tightly shut. Her melting face revealed her inner thoughts.
Well, she must have tried it.
Lucky for him, too. If it had been a bad experience, she might have become a man-hater.
Squelch! Squelch!
He gently prodded with his middle finger. Slippery wetness began to form little by little.
"Who did you think about when you did it?"
"You, senior..."
"Keep working hard at it from now on."
"Ah!"
The narrow car interior. The position was uncomfortable. He had Seo-eun climb on top of him. He'd thought she might hesitate a little. Surprisingly, she nimbly shifted over to the driver's seat.
She must have been dying to put it in.
Her pussy was already soaked. He flipped her panties aside carelessly and went straight into the main event.
"Doesn't it hurt?"
"It hurts."
"Let me play with your tits a bit."
"Okay."
Inside Seo-eun. She was the type that got wet easily. The little bumps were fresh and lively.
This is why you fuck young bitches.
Only someone using it for the first time could feel this. He was creating the wear and tear on a place that had never been broken in. He was teaching her body how to feel sex, how to feel pleasure—his way.
Thrust! Thrust!
"E-cup?"
"About that..."
"A little bigger would be nice."
"I'll... try."
He taught her breasts, too. That they weren't just places with useless fat hanging off them.
Pop!
Pop!
He undid the buttons of her top. Caressing her sides, he unhooked her bra as well.
Passing grade, more or less.
About half the size of Sora's. Even so, they were plenty big enough.
Suck!
But they still weren't fully ripe. Her areolas were small and very pale. Her nipples were only the size of a pinky fingernail. Even when he put them in his mouth and gently rolled them around—
"Oppa, it tickles. Ah, aah..."
—it wasn't the kind of reaction that meant she was really feeling it. Her senses were more concentrated down below.
Figures.
Even Sora, who had talent, had taken quite a while to develop. Erogenous zones didn't form in a day or two. She did seem interested, though. Every time he left a hickey, she let out a lewd moan.
"Put some strength in your thighs."
"Like this?"
"That's it."
"Should I... move a little more?"
She wanted to do more. Even without him saying anything special, she started changing the thrusting position.
She likes it deep, huh.
At first she'd just rocked a little. Before long she was slamming down hard, piercing deep inside. The sensation of pounding against her cervix—her porchio—seemed to please her.
"If you're going to move."
"I-is this weird?"
"You have to do it like this."
"!!"
He showed her the real thing. He placed his palm near Seo-eun's waist and applied force. The natural position that formed. Her waist curved inward as she stuck her ass out.
Grip those thighs firmly.
He spun her in a clockwise circle. Once he demonstrated, she soon followed along.
"Ah! Aah!"
"Do it automatically."
"Th-this feels weird..."
Every time her ass turned, it scraped deep inside. His glans rubbed against the inside of Seo-eun.
It must feel like her guts are getting crushed.
A sensation most people never experience. That was why they went crazy looking for it.
Drip! Drip!
She was drooling freely. She had no idea her eyes had rolled back.
"I'm gonna cum."
"..."
"You're not even listening."
She just kept bouncing her ass up and down. He marked his territory in the hot, burning hole. The load. For Seo-eun, who had only just learned about men, it was an overwhelmingly thick and large amount.
But she likes it herself.
Even as her body twitched, she took it well. Panting hard, she wrapped her arms tightly around him.
Suck! Suck!
He pressed their lips together. Perhaps the last drop that wouldn't have come out otherwise went into Seo-eun.
"Why are you clenching so hard."
"Huh?"
"Looks like you're dying to go again."
"Th-that's not it..."
While holding her, he whispered dirty talk. She looked embarrassed, but she didn't seem to dislike it.
She definitely came hard.
That was why she'd followed him around begging to get fucked. Her true feelings were obvious.
"Better than masturbating?"
"Way better."
"Honest."
"If I hated it... I wouldn't do this kind of thing with Oppa."
Rationalization. But the timing of her approach had been too fast for that. She had genuinely felt it.
Worth fucking her, then.
It was the moment he felt a woman had changed. Meaning she had been influenced by him. She absorbed it like a sponge. She might not get stocks, but she seemed like she'd learn sex well.
Slurp! Slurp!
He made her start with a blowjob. She went down under the seat and took his cock in her mouth, sucking.
"You're good at this."
"Really?"
"Guess I'll have to give you another big allowance."
With lips that until recently hadn't even known how to kiss. A sense of corruption welled up.
Might as well consider it buying myself a cock-house.
The millions of won he'd paid off. It was worth more than that even after paying. He'd thought of it as just that much, but—
"You don't have to give me money."
"You don't like it?"
"It's not that I don't like it... but doing it for money feels a bit off."
She herself had fallen for it. While licking his cock with long strokes, she met his eyes with a babyish gaze.
I really want to corrupt the fuck out of her.
He wanted to turn her into a bitch who was desperate for both allowance and sex. He would achieve it in the near future.
Screech—!
Luxury and pleasure. There was no entertainment more fun than sinking a young, promising girl.
"Next time, Oppa will take you somewhere nice."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"I'll be looking forward to it."
He dropped Seo-eun off. Her gait looked uncomfortable, as if she felt something foreign between her legs.
Innocent ones are fun too.
A slight sense of guilt. It was an unavoidable part. Healthy food came with its own discomforts. Sometimes you craved junk food. He now had the free time to indulge that.
Gangnam.
That street wasn't a place you walked for fun.
"Why's the water so bad today? Not a single guy around."
"What? There's plenty?"
"Ah, what are you talking about!"
It was for evaluating yourself. Gayoung got irritated at her friend's brainless rebuttal.
If I meet trashy guys, my own level just drops.
A third-year Gangnam bamboo shoot. After hanging around that long, you realize one thing. They grade each other. Checking whether the other is a high-value guy or not.
"True enough."
"If some shitty guys try to talk to us, just ignore them. Because of you, I look cheap too."
"Oki oki~."
You had to meet high-level people. Only then did you yourself look high-grade.
Wonder if there are any decent guys today.
Common sense among Gangnam people. The reason they wandered the Gangnam streets every single day.
"Could you take a look at my phone screen for a second?"
The thing she'd thought would never happen, happened. Some guy who didn't know his place was trying to hunt.
Ah, this is a guy who wouldn't even be able to talk to me if we'd met at a club.
A face like she'd chewed shit. Gayoung scrunched her expression and sent a get-lost signal. Even so, he was persistent. He believed the bullshit that the brave get the girl.
"Haha!"
"Looks like someone's hunting over there."
"Doesn't know his level, huh."
It happened very occasionally. Guys who just heard the rumor that you could meet pretty girls here and came. Snickering laughter reached her ears. Gayoung tried to chase him off out of embarrassment, but—
"L-let's go."
"Hurry up and get lost! Okay?"
"If you don't leave, I'm going alone."
"Hey, what's wrong with you!"
Whether people laughed or not, she chased after that man. Even when her friend tried to stop her, Gayoung wouldn't listen.
If he shows you something like that, what choice do you have.
The phone the man had shown. There was a reason she had no choice but to follow.
50,900,006,974 won
＋21,000,000,892 (+127.70%)
He possessed a hypnosis app.