Chapter 67
-----------------------------------------------------------------
Translator: penny
Chapter: 67
Chapter Title: Night Before the Match
-----------------------------------------------------------------
HFC Monitor Room —
“Hng, ahh... S-sis...”
A man scanning dozens of monitors flashed a sleazy grin at one screen.
“What? They already started?”
Another man emerging from the break room with a cup of coffee remarked.
“Yeah. Nothing happened while they bathed together, but now they're rolling around in bed.”
“Aren't they sisters?”
“Right. Incestuous lesbians—that's why I can't quit this gig.”
“Damn, bodies like that. Wonder what it'd feel like to fuck chicks like them?”
“Dream on. They're tribute for the pervs at the top. Bet they're watching this right now while banging other girls.”
“Keke, so us powerless schmucks just jerk off to it?”
“It's gross, so go do it over there.”
“Fuck, who's jerking here? Just saying... Huh?”
“What?”
“Why's that end screen all fucked? All five are black.”
“Been like that a while. Told the director—he said sneak in during tomorrow's match and fix 'em.”
“Today?”
“Can't be helped. Tell 'em to bail right after room assignment? They'd get suspicious. Do it tomorrow when it's empty.”
The man at the monitors shrugged it off like no big deal.
“Who's in there?”
“Awakened dude and a B-rank hunter.”
“Ah, that prick.”
“Works out fine. What's the fun in watching pussy grind pussy? Dudes ruin it.”
“Stuck here too long—your tastes are warped.”
“Keep watching, and yours will change too. You got no idea how hot it is seeing prime pussy rubbing like that.”
The two men snickered, pitying Na Woojin as he joined the HFC.
They figured the hymen would keep him from proper sex—just blue-balled frustration.
The dynamic arc of her jiggling tits was a work of art. She switched to her favorite cowgirl, thrashing like a fish in water. That joy translated straight into pleasure, guiding my cock to heaven.
“How's it feel? Squeezing tight, right? I'm clenching hard while riding you... Hng, ahhh.”
Her insane grip milked my cock. Guess famed pussies could do that. The angle bent awkwardly from her pull—I gripped her waist to avoid snapping it, adjusting my pumps.
“Yeah. Fucking tight. Feels too good... Ngh, squeeze harder.”
“No way. That's tough. Doing this special for your match tomorrow. Hnng.”
First time fighting since losing her virginity. If her skills tanked and her bow failed, she'd need melee—but against a similar A-rank pattern, she'd be at a disadvantage.
She insisted on trying once herself instead of leaving it to me from the start. For her to stand a chance, my skills were key. She was begging for solid support.
“Don't beg in your favorite position. Switch.”
“Doggy again?”
“Nah. Gonna cum on top.”
I sat up and laid Nayeong on the bed. Not just laid—pinned her legs folded tight beneath me.
“Kyaa! You fuck... What're you doing? It hurts...”
“Hold your legs. It'll end quick.”
A pressed missionary variant. Lift the hips for mating press, but pre-match back strain was a no-go—so soft version tonight.
“Asshole, always weird shit... Hng.”
Squelch-squelch, slap-slap
Splorch-splorch, paang-pang
Legs folded, pinned under me, she couldn't budge. Nayeong, helpless except to take my thrusts—nothing hotter. Pleasure mixed with conquest blanked my mind. Now I got why mating press dudes existed.
“Damn it, annoying. Why's it feel... Hng, so good.”
Her grumbling acceptance was adorable. Next time, full mating press—no soft. Impregnation specialized; perfect post-kids.
Moments later, I emptied every drop deep in Nayeong's pussy.
*
“My back's killing me. Fold me hard again and I'll die. Got it?”
“Means you'll fold next time too.”
Her 'oh shit' face. Second slip after admitting it felt good pre-cum.
“Not the point, idiot! Go easy, you maniac!”
“Chill. They say pillows under the back make it fine—even raw like this.”
She griped about pillows unused. Like I'd think straight mid-climax?
Luckily, she settled for curses and glares. Frequent pounding had softened her attitude. HFC bound us as one fate, probably.
She slid down, licked my shaft, then took the head in. Slurping noisily, sucking greedily. Cleaning while tempting round two.
“Ngh, sucks so fucking good.”
Took it as praise—wiggled her ass, speeding up. Only three days into sex, but her suction hit vacuum levels—masterful.
Saliva pooling, mouth slick, she deepthroated till it hit her throat. Tongue pressed underside, wrapping the shaft, lips sealed tight—air sucked out. Inhaling made it suction-cup stick—'pop' bliss from there on heaven.
“Hah, how're you... Ngh, fuck... Driving me insane.”
Mouth vacuumed slim, no words, but her eyes beamed pride. Thrilled at my intense reaction.
Vacuum hold, tongue cradled the head, rolling gently. Perfect pace, soft swirls, tip teasing underside—mind-melting.
Couldn't hold—groaned. She caught the cue, slowly withdrew, modulating speed to keep vacuum. Tasty edging; high as fuck, floating.
Before my twitching cock, mouth agape, tongue out long. Eyes upturned, signaling: 'Held back lots? I'll take it all—cum free.'
Irresistible gaze—I released my sphincter. Cum thrashed lost in her ducts; I dumped it all.
Spurt, glurk, glurk
Blrp, blrp-blrp
Gulp sounds as her mouth filled, semen sliding down her throat.
Licked lips clean, neat finish.
“Came buckets. Felt good, huh.”
“Yeah. Thought I'd lose it. You suck like a pro.”
Praised whale grinned ear-to-ear, writhing happily.
“Get hard quick. My turn to cum.”
Didn't forget her share.
*
Post-nut clarity faded; one more in her fave position, then bed. She snuggled my side, rubbing tits—full girlfriend mode.
“Haa, nice. Could live like this.”
“You're sticking with hunting? Don't blame me later for blocking your path.”
“Just talk. Who's quitting now? You take every word as gospel.”
“Know how obsessed you are. Call anytime for sex—focus on your goals, no distractions.”
“Hehe, thanks.”
Stroked her hugged head, lost in thought.
“Whatcha thinking?”
“Tomorrow's match. Imagery training. Hard without knowing opponents.”
The manager pairing with the hunter was key. Pure yin refill? No worry. But potential 1:2; foes wouldn't slack.
“Expect a supporter. It'll be 2:2 real fight. Gate-like setup means skills fail but base stats work—they'll charge with weapons.”
Not just swords, axes—ranged, even magic weapons. Weaker than mages, but magic-capable gear existed.
“You sure no weapon? Said they'd loan basics.”
“Better weapon than yin? Tomorrow's support-focused to test your skills. I'll awaken only if attacks overwhelm—hold out max.”
Three tests tomorrow: Yin amplifier max on Nayeong's downed skills; spirit powers in fake gate; blend combat tension/sex pleasure for 10-min awakening.
Barrier-sealed sex? Last resort card.
Mulling this, her soft snores came. Nayeong slept peacefully. Brushed fallen hair; she hummed, burrowing closer.
A serene night, mismatched with the match.
Quick morning bite, then to the waiting room. Corridor end had staff lurking—probably to check cameras post-exit.
'Tough gig.'
No leaks, no cause found. Swap 'em? They'd fail again on return.
“Whoa, insane.”
Nayeong gawked at the arena from the waiting room window.
Bigger than gate boss areas: circular plaza ringed by pillars. Empty stands gave eerie vibes. North, south, east, west: massive mana stones in machines whirring away.
“Those mimic gates, huh.”
“Yeah. Mana stones confirm it.”
Monster drops were handheld size. Those man-sized? Refined, synthesized multiples.
Powering gate sims, coliseum-scale for VIP playthings.
Pondering the cash and manpower, I marveled anew at the cult's might. Soon, I'd face this machine.