Not Bird-Picking, But Pussy-Picking?
After wrapping up that ridiculously chaotic morning routine, I parted ways with Bok-soon, Freyja, and the sow duo, then headed straight for the lecture halls.
"Maybe it's because I haven't set foot anywhere near here for a whole week. Everything feels weirdly unfamiliar, like I'm a freshman all over again."
Of course, the looks my classmates and upper- and underclassmen shot my way hadn't changed one bit from a week ago.
"Hey, hey, the crazy bastard's here."
"I heard he went off on volunteer work during his suspension and ran into a Sahagin pack?"
"Word is he jumped into a Carrier Whale's belly with Senior Lee Seo-rin, Senior Cheon A-rang, and even Eracila—all four of them."
"Yeah. My parents live out that way, so I heard. They're being hailed as heroes around there."
"Aigoo, a D-class somehow managed to keep his life attached, huh?"
"Obviously he was just dead weight dragging the seniors down."
If anything, the reviews had gotten even worse than a week ago.
I could understand it, though.
In their eyes I was still just a D-class hunter—the same lunatic who'd gone and done rough outdoor sex with Bok-soon at Dongmyo that looked like something straight out of Western porn.
Naturally I could also understand them dismissing me and all my efforts by claiming I'd just ridden the bus with Senior A-rang and the others out on the West Sea.
But it didn't make my guts boil the way it used to.
They're just talking out of ignorance. Big-hearted me ought to be the bigger person and let it slide.
Unique Skills:Wild Breath Lv6, Hawkeye Lv3, Knight's Resolve Lv3, Declaration of Sanctuary Lv1
Training Points Held:1822
They say an awl in your pocket is bound to poke through eventually.
Looking at stats that had changed so much I barely recognized them, and at points practically begging me to spend them already, I couldn't help the grin that split my face.
"What the hell's wrong with that guy?"
"Whatever it is, he's definitely lost it."
The Hunter Department people treating me even more like a complete maniac for standing there snickering almost made me burst into full-on applause—until right then.
"Yeah, look—Senior Cheon A-rang's right behind him trying to grab him and he still doesn't notice."
"He's already accepted his fate."
"Huh? Ughk?!"
The sudden pity mixed into the looks of the guys staring at me like I was insane, plus the overwhelming presence that appeared at my back, made me spin around in alarm—but by then the black panther who'd closed in from behind had already seized me by the scruff of the neck.
THUD—!!
Slammed flat on the floor, I forced out a strained voice toward the black panther looking down at me.
"Good morning, Senior A-rang. This might be pretty cheeky of me, but would it be all right if I just greeted you from down here? As you can see, I just suffered a two-week injury…"
"What, you look perfectly fine! You little shit—why didn't you call me yesterday? Why didn't you call to say good night?!"
"A call? Ah, I had some circumstances yesterday… Ghk?!"
People's eyes were already locking onto us, and there was the whole Freyja situation to consider, so I'd planned to move somewhere private and explain properly—but A-rang Senior wasn't having any of it. She straddled my stomach right then and there, slamming her ass down onto my gut with a solid paang like she was riding cowgirl, and kept talking.
"Circumstances, my ass. You left me alone in an empty room and went off bringing in another pussy?"
"No, Senior… so if you'd just listen a second—ngh?!"
"You horny little bastard. Even if cobwebs grow over my pussy, that's fine with you?"
As if the stares of everyone around us meant nothing, A-rang Senior kept up the royal-ass press while using her massive tits to smack my cheeks over and over.
To anyone who didn't know better it would look like she was deliberately putting on a vulgar show just to mess with me—but I knew this was how A-rang Senior showed affection. I desperately fought down the blood rushing to my cock and asked her,
"More importantly, how did you even find out?"
"Find out what—that you went and stuffed another pussy behind my back?"
"Yes. Did you smell it or something?"
"Do I look like a primitive or a beast to you? You think I figure things out by smell?"
She wasn't a beast?
While I reeled from that shocking truth, A-rang Senior held out her phone and continued.
"Here. Kim Bok-soon and that bitch Lee Seo-rin spilled it in the group chat. Said you'd gone and scavenged one up somewhere."
"Not bird-picking, but pussy-picking? Wait—group chat?"
I'd known they'd gotten closer after seeing every last unflattering side of each other out on the West Sea, but they'd even made a group chat?
Before the shock could settle, another bombshell hit me. I flapped my mouth like a goldfish.
"Then why didn't you invite me?"
"This is a group chat your exclusive pussies made so we can trade secret talk, got it?"
"Ahh. Well, can't be helped then."
"What? Why are you accepting that so fast?"
"If Senior A-rang says so, then that's how it is."
"Is that so? Hmm-hmm. Look at you, saying something pretty cute for once."
A-rang Senior gave an awkward little laugh, like she hadn't expected that answer.
"Of course, part of it is that I just nodded along without complaining so we could change locations."
"Change locations? Ahh… because of those guys?"
That only lasted a moment. A-rang Senior tilted her head at my reply, then immediately noticed the people all around us staring in open shock. She snickered.
"Who cares what they think. Didn't I tell you not to give a damn about the looks of small fry? Still, if it bothers you that much…"
She turned and snarled viciously at everyone watching us.
"Hiek… let's get out of here?!"
"A-aigoo… suddenly really need the bathroom…!!"
The black panther's savage glare made it crystal clear that anyone who didn't vanish right now would get beaten to a pulp. The onlookers scattered like a swarm of ants.
A few of them even crawled away on all fours, their legs gone weak from her growl. I was the one lying on the floor, so I had no room to talk, but it was an extremely pathetic sight.
While I was snickering at them, A-rang Senior immediately asked me,
"So? Is that bitch's chest really bigger than mine?"
"I can't say for sure whether it's bigger or not, but it rivals yours. Depending on condition and a few other factors, you might even have to hand over the Queen Tits title."
"What?!"
A-rang Senior's eyes went round as saucers, like she'd never heard anything more shocking in her life, and she started kneading her own breasts.
"Why? You used to say they were heavy and got in the way during fights and you wanted to cut them off."
"That was before I became your exclusive pussy! Why the hell would I cut off these proud udders that make my Seung-yong go weak at the knees?"
"Huk…?!"
She cupped both breasts with her hands like there was no way she'd ever let them go, and the sight made my heart pound all over again. I couldn't help being surprised once more.
"So? Aren't you going to check?"
"Huh?"
"I said, aren't you going to check. You said you'd check whether my asshole training was going well or not."
"…Right here?"
"You think it'd be here?! Even I don't want other bastards seeing me naked! My naked body is, well… only for you to see."
"Senior…!!"
I swallowed the nasty remark Honestly, looking at your outfit, it's not that different from being naked back down my throat and instead called out to A-rang Senior in a voice thick with emotion.
"…You were just about to say 'Honestly, looking at Senior's outfit, it's not that different from being naked,' weren't you?"
"Huh? How did you know that?! Aaagh?!"
"You think I don't know you?! I can tell just from the way your dick twitches!"
If it weren't for that unique skill of hers!
While I groaned and rubbed the huge lump rising on my head, A-rang Senior stood up, grabbed me by the scruff again, and started dragging me off somewhere.
Resisting would only get me beaten up worse—that much was obvious—so I let myself go limp in her grip and stared straight at her insanely sexy ass while I spoke.
"Don't tell me we're going to the bathroom next to the sparring grounds again?"
"No, that place is no good. The sparring grounds are packed solid these days. Locker rooms and showers are out too, obviously."
"Ah."
Come to think of it, that season was rolling around.
The midterm Grand Festival.
No wonder people who normally never came near this area were multiplying from every direction—they'd been showing up to practice for the midterm Grand Festival.
"Then where are we going?"
"The rooftop."
"What? Aigoo, ow ow ow?! If you're going up the stairs, at least put me down a little?!"
"Deal with it. This is training too. If you're going to peep at my ass, you've got to endure this much pain."
"You knew about that too… ow ow?!"
"A guy who's taken sword stabs before, and you're this much of a crybaby?"
Even the strongest man under heaven would probably yell just like me if he stubbed his toe on a doorframe.
I made a miserable face and silently screamed as the stair edges slammed precisely into my tailbone.