Cheon A-rang

If you asked the other seniors, my classmates, or even me for a one-word verdict on Senior Cheon A-rang, the answer would be simple: a wild beast.

Separate from her boisterous personality, she lived up to the "A-rang" in her name—ferocious, combative, and utterly contemptuous of anyone weaker than her or anyone she refused to acknowledge. A solitary predator, pure and simple.

Naturally, that temperament left her with almost no close friends. And yet, watching her stride through life without a care for anyone's opinion, as proud and unbothered as some lofty beast of prey, I had grown fond of her. I admired her.

That was why I had volunteered to be her punching bag day after day—not just to learn a thing or two, but because I genuinely wanted to get closer to her.

But then…

"Krrraaaaahhh— uuuuhn…"

"I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠always figured that, admiration aside, she probably wasn't exactly a functional human being… but this is a bit much, isn't it?"

Nobody's perfect, sure. And yes, the whole department treated her like a wild animal. Still—I never imagined she actually lived like one.

I stared into what could generously be called a garbage dump of a room and sighed. Senior A-rang was sprawled out in nothing but a pair of panties, scratching her belly and snoring like some middle-aged man.

"She always walked around in nothing but compression bandages, so I half-suspected it… but she really doesn't wear a bra at all, does she."

I was so stunned I'd completely forgotten to check what kind of state I was even in. After a long, weary exhale, I finally pulled myself together and muttered while staring at the half-transparent arm floating in front of me.

"More importantly… is this the 'avatar' thing that message mentioned earlier?"

I tried switching to Transparent mode, but it didn't make much difference. Probably so I wouldn't completely lose track of my own body—the invisibility only applied to other people's eyes, not mine.

"Alright then… before I do anything unspeakable to Senior, maybe I should check the skills I just got."

I opened the skill window and looked over what the app had handed me.

"Huh… these are the kind of skills you'd only see on those breeding-obsessed old men in dirty comics."

Skills perfectly suited to an app called a "Training App," no question. After reading through the descriptions, I immediately pulled up Senior A-rang's status.

"Holy hell… I knew she was right on the verge of B-class, but every single stat except ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Intelligence is easily double mine. And a Unique Skill? No wonder she walks away from every brawl with nothing but a few scars. So that's the secret. Wait—Affinity Level?"

"That so? Then how high is a 4, exactly?"

More accurate than I'd expected. Senior A-rang and I did banter back and forth, and she'd even throw dirty jokes my way—mostly just to mess with me—so "pretty close" was fair.

"Then what's her average affinity toward other people?"

Also dead-on. Outside of me and a handful of people she'd actually acknowledged, Senior A-rang forgot the names of every senior and junior in the Hunter Department—professors included. She'd constantly turn to me and ask, "Hey, what's that guy's name again?"

That personality of hers had made getting close to her a real ordeal. Especially since I completely botched the first impression…

At our first meeting, I'd committed a serious offense against her. From that day on, she'd dragged me off and used me as a daily punching bag.

But after a day, two days, a week, a month—after a whole season had turned—something shifted.

"Hey. What's your name?"

"Huh?"

"I said, what's your name."

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Maybe beating the same sandbag who showed up every single day without fail had finally sparked a little interest. From that day forward, she started asking things—my name, what I liked, and so on.

Back then, as a fresh, bright-eyed first-year burning with passion, I'd decided I could learn a lot from Senior A-rang. Throwing myself into the role of her punching bag with everything I had had finally paid off.

After that, she'd sometimes come looking for me first and drag me to the sparring hall. Later on we started trading jokes, and eventually she'd even fire off those wicked dirty jokes just to put me on the spot.

Watching her treat me that warmly—even after the disrespect I'd shown her at our first meeting—I'd started to wonder. Maybe all that talk about not caring about weaklings was just for show. Maybe behind the scenes she quietly looked out for people.

She didn't.

Senior A-rang simply kept walking her own path, same as always. Whether beating me up had somehow bred affection or not, my case was just special.

"…I'm starting to feel a little guilty about Senior A-rang. She did teach me a lot, after all."

But guilt wasn't going to stop me from doing something terrible. Yes, she'd taught me plenty through sparring—but she'd also treated me like a literal sandbag and broken my arms and legs more than twenty times.

"'I'm gonna test a new technique,' or 'I watched WWE last night, let me try one of those moves on you,' or just casually locking a joint as she walked by and popping my shoulder out of its socket…!!"

That alone was more than enough justification. Still, I had a reasonably convincing rationale of my own.

"You told me yourself, Senior. In hunter society, the one who lets their guard down—the one who gets caught—is the one at fault. If you don't adapt to the law of the jungle fast, you get left behind."

"Kraaaaaah…"

By her own teachings, whatever happened from this point on was her fault. Sleeping completely defenseless just because it was her own place—that was her mistake.

Armed with the doctrine she'd drilled into me, I made up my mind to do something unspeakable to her and slowly reached out my hand.

"Wait—one last thing. Let me check this first."

I'd almost forgotten. I pulled up Senior A-rang's Ero Status.

"Ooooh…"

Just like when I'd opened the regular status window, a 3D-rendered naked model of Senior A-rang materialized in front of me. The difference was that over the body parts commonly called tits, pussy, and ass, little message windows floated—displaying their levels, filthy labels, and Senior A-rang's own thoughts about them.

"And her fetishes… yeah. Extremely on-brand for Senior A-rang."

Rape, or reverse rape. Take or be taken—a beast through and through.

Preparations complete. The thought of exploring the thrilling mysteries of a woman's body had my heart pounding harder than it had since the day I enrolled. Grinning like an idiot, I sidled up beside Senior A-rang.

"Her erogenous zones list includes her head, so… maybe start by stroking that? Safest option, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠at least."

Honestly, the sparring nightmares carved into my body—and the fact that this was my first time using an Avatar—made me too scared to go straight for her chest. So I decided to start with the safest zone of all: her head.

"Yeah, yeah, I can see it. That glow on the crown of her head—that's the erogenous zone, right? The constant sparkling is a little annoying, though. How do I turn this off… oh. It turned off."

Toggleable at will, then? I took a deep breath and let my eyes travel over Senior A-rang's whole body, bathed in the morning sunlight.

"Kraaaaaah… kuuuuuuu…"

"Manners and lifestyle habits aside… she is seriously fucking hot."

Starting with the striking X-shaped scar under her right breast, large and small scars marked her body all over. But none of them could hide the fierce beauty of her face, the healthy bronze skin of a woman warrior, those delicious abs—or, finally, the absurdly massive breasts that no one in our entire department could match.

"Come to think of it, I've never actually heard anyone say Senior A-rang is pretty or hot. The second her name comes up, everyone just swaps survival tips—where she is, where it's safe to hide—and frets about her showing up out of nowhere."

Layer on her wild-beast personality and attitude, and of course nobody was going to sit around discussing her looks. I snickered, remembering the seniors, juniors, and classmates scattering like a flock of sheep the moment a wolf appeared.

"They're all blind. Well then—excuse me."

"Kuuuuuu…"

I stopped ogling her and reached for the crown of her head.

"No idea how strong Delicate Touch is at Level 1, so I won't get my hopes up too high… oh?"

"Kuuuu, kuh, krhuuuunn…"

The effect hit faster than expected. The moment I gently stroked the glowing spot I'd confirmed with my eyes, Senior A-rang—who'd been snoring like a middle-aged man—shuddered once, then started letting out soft, breathy moans.

"Senior A-rang, who doesn't even flinch when a monster claws her open—who, from what I've heard, showed up to class the day after getting that massive scar under her chest and bragged about bringing back the head of the thing that cut her—is reacting like this just from having her head stroked…!!"

"Mmm… who's… touching me without… mnyaah… kuuuuu…"

"Oh my god. I'm losing it."

Even the fiercest big cats have a cute side, and discovering this unexpected charm in Senior A-rang—plus the skill's effect—left me genuinely impressed. I rolled my eyes over her body, checking for any other physical changes.

And the moment I spotted her nipples, stiff and hard between the half-slipped bra—

"Kuaaaaaah…"

"Nope. Can't hold back. Coming off right now."

Bounce—♡

The biggest pair of tits in the Hunter Department—maybe the biggest in all of Korea—swayed and jiggled like they'd just rebounded off a trampoline as the bra came free. I swallowed hard, and a sudden tension coiled through me.

"I'm about to touch Senior A-rang's breasts. Bare. These legendary tits that no senior, junior, or classmate in the entire department has ever laid a hand on…!!"

"I'll kill… you… come here… kuaaaaaah…"

She walked around every day with nothing but bandages wrapped around her chest and a jacket thrown over them—a getup that practically screamed "battle virgin"—and yet, miraculously, not a single person in the Hunter Department had ever touched the bare breasts of our department's wild beast. And now these hands were going to.

"A mouse that has to put a bell on a cat dies either way—whether it succeeds or fails. But I'm not a mouse."

"Mmmnn… hah, haaah…"

"Even if I sink my fingers into Senior's soft tits like this—oh holy shit, this is insane."

Squish—♡

A river of pure abundance overflowed between my fingers. I prided myself on having fairly large hands—spread wide, I figured I could cover a decent-sized turtle shell—but even those hands couldn't contain this wealth. Soft flesh spilled out between every finger.

"I figured if her nipples are erogenous zones, her breasts wouldn't be far behind… but the reaction's a bit duller than with her head. Whatever. That's something I can develop over time."

The sheer overflowing richness of it felt like it was washing even the guilt out of my head. After a string of silent gasps of awe, I swallowed hard and spoke.

"This is your fault, Senior A-rang. Sleeping completely defenseless in your own place with these insanely hot tits hanging out—that's on you. You understand? Getting me this hard was your mistake."

"Mmmnn… kraaaaaah…"

The kind of line only a sex criminal would deliver. Feeling the spit pool in my throat as flesh bulged between my fingers, I pinched the nipple jutting up between my index and middle finger—plucking it like chopsticks picking up a bean—and gave it a squeeze.

"Hnnk—! Kh—! Nngh…!"

"Oh?"

The reaction was far more intense than when I'd stroked the crown of her head.