Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: HFC
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With his upper and lower lips rubbing continuously, he kneaded her ass.
The recoil from her hips told him it was working perfectly.
After warming her up with his lips, it was time for his tongue.
As he pressed down and licked with his stiffened tongue, Nayeong's nasal moans shot up several octaves.
Her juices flooded his tongue like a bursting dam.
It had a slightly fishy taste at first, but now it was sweet.
Her pussy was sweetly dripping honey.
The speed of his cock sliding in and out of Nayeong's mouth picked up in tandem.
Schlup... slurp... slurrrp, sluuuurp
Her tongue play was still clumsy, but she sucked so eagerly.
Her inexperience only made it hotter.
Imagining Nayeong's expression as she twisted her head this way and that to suck him off, he busily worked his tongue.
"Hngh... mmph... mmph..."
With his cock in her mouth, her words were muffled and unintelligible.
Just meaningless arousal—she didn't translate it this time.
Anyway, she was feeling good, right?
Like this, they diligently flicked their tongues above and below, layering pleasure for each other.
She spat the thick load filling her mouth into a tissue and rinsed in the bathroom.
The first time he came in her mouth, she'd gagged and spat it out, but she'd adapted now.
Still, she seemed averse to swallowing.
"You cum so fucking much. Why does the volume keep increasing? You like it that much?"
"Yeah. It drives me crazy. It's so thrilling every time you suck me."
He gave her the highest praise he could.
A few blowjobs in, and she was getting good at swirling her tongue inside her mouth.
She flopped naked onto the bed—no panties—and stretched languidly.
Her slick pussy seemed to wink at him.
Unthinkingly, he reached out and stroked the bottom of her mound.
"Kyaa! What the hell!"
She jolted in surprise and flailed her legs wildly.
Familiar with her attack pattern, he casually twisted aside to dodge, then grabbed her ankle.
As he massaged her calf and sucked her heel, she let out a hot moan.
"Haht! You bastard... you did this on... hngh, hyaaang...!!"
Sucking each toe one by one, she arched her back like a bow and gasped.
He'd focused on her pussy earlier and hadn't tasted the rest.
Nape, armpits, nipples, asshole—they all needed sampling to satisfy him.
The one-room's air heated up with his slurping sounds and Nayeong's cries.
He freely explored her erogenous zones, and Nayeong, sucking his cock again, swallowed cum for the first time.
B-Rank Hunter Han Sol had a lot on her mind these days.
A-Rank promotion was within sight, but an injury kept her from raiding gates for over a month, and afterward, her poor condition slowed her level-ups noticeably.
Thinking it was burnout, she took leave and rested, but it only got worse.
'Damn... this is driving me insane.'
Her plan to hit A-Rank by year-end and S-Rank within three years was crumbling.
Once the guild's rising star, she sighed at her plummeting raid rankings.
The girls who used to fawn "unnie, unnie" were surging past her and now subtly ignored her.
Even the one who swore she couldn't live without her had gone radio silent, maybe crushing on someone else.
Rumors swirled that the Guild Master would replace her in the raid team.
All these issues hitting at once had Han Sol on the verge of madness.
A few days into drowning her sorrows in booze, someone visited her home.
[GD Entertainment Executive Director Ham Seungpil]
That was on the business card from the man who'd come for Han Sol.
"GD Entertainment?"
"We do a lot of program planning and production, so many folks haven't heard of us."
"But why are you here? I don't do variety shows."
Back when she was hot, offers poured in, but now they dried up.
Honestly, she wasn't in the mood even if they called.
"Looks like full-blown burnout hit you. Slump on top—must be tough. Don't you need a breakthrough?"
"A breakthrough...?"
It felt off.
An entertainment exec had no business saying that to a hunter.
[HFC Official Promoter Ham Seungpil]
The business card on the table glowed momentarily as text floated up.
The airborne letters reshaped and rearranged before etching back into the card.
"Wha...?"
She'd heard of this phenomenon.
Special printing using artifacts.
"Th-this is...!"
"You know what HFC is, right? We're here to offer Han Sol Hunter a chance to escape your slump."
Hunter Fighting Championship—HFC for short.
No one knew the hosts, dates, venues, or prizes.
Civilians were clueless; it was an urban legend among hunters.
Rumor had it winning changed a hunter's life forever.
"This... is real?"
"Of course. Why else would someone like me come for you?"
He smiled affably, but it chilled her.
Why would someone from this ghost-story tournament seek her out?
"I'm here to book you for this year's event."
Promoters booking fights between athletes was called "booking."
This Ham Seungpil was arranging her match.
"Why me for something like this...?"
"No strict criteria, but we prioritize hunters in tough spots like you—desperate ones. The more desperate, the less likely to pass up a chance."
Humans grab at anything in dire straits, hot or cold.
She'd gaped at first hearing HFC, but calmed quickly.
"Thanks for the offer, but what's in it for me?"
Hunter-vs-hunter fights gave no EXP.
No levels or ranks—their core goals.
"Just entering pays more than a B-Rank could dream. Win, and the reward dwarfs it."
"What reward...?"
Instead of answering, he slid over some papers.
"Entry form and NDA. Sensitive stuff—can't leak. Fill and sign, then I'll explain everything."
Han Sol pondered the forms.
Money wasn't an issue; no greed for prize cash.
But breaking her stagnation needed change.
She'd planned riskier gates outside the guild—this unknown challenge might jolt her.
After agonizing, she signed with his pen.
The promoter smiled at the forms.
"All good. Welcome to HFC. Hold on."
Text floats from forms, unravels into threads, weaves into a ring.
Ring snaps around neck, vanishes—leaving faint pattern.
Like the card, text lifted from the forms.
It unraveled into threads, twisted about, formed a loop.
The writhing ring snapped around Han Sol's neck.
"Gahk! Urgh... ngh...!"
The ring vanished, leaving a faint mark on her neck.
"Wh-what the hell—!!"
She shot up, yelling at the promoter.
"Sit. It's nothing."
"Nothing?! It wrapped my neck! What is this?!"
"You saw on the card—artifact floating print tech. Just lifts letters into air. Mix in demonic energy, and it's a contract seal."
Her face paled to clay.
Demonic energy terrified hunters.
"It's sealed in ink now—no issue. We'll remove it post-event. Relax."
"Take it off now. Or no fight."
"Can't do that. Tough tech—costly to extract ink."
"What do I care?! You tricked me, you fuck...!"
"Hear me out."
The promoter dropped the mask.
"I can melt the ink now. Leftover demonic energy seeps in—okay with that?"
No way.
Even trace amounts killed via blood-vomiting in minutes.
She was trapped.
As she collapsed in shock, the promoter grinned.
"As I said, finish the event, and I'll purge every bit. Listen close—you'll thank me for the opportunity."
Her glare screamed otherwise.
Minutes into his tournament explanation, joy lit her face.
He was right—an unmatched chance.
Around then, promoters met desperate hunters nationwide—those in crises or laying low.
Not one refused.
Even solo guilds halt operations without gate raid records for a period.
Administrative measure against paper guilds—Mito Guild was in that state.
Sole hunter Jo Mijeong bedridden for months.
Renaming to Sibling Guild, their first mission: raid a gate to lift the suspension.
Submit any raid record to Hunter Agency—auto-lifted.
They applied and got a Blue Gate.
The Four Great Guilds had cleared theirs, passing chances to others.
Two applicants surprised them, but no block.
Raids were guild liability—success or deaths on them.
With Nayeong, they entered the Blue Gate near Yongin Neverland.