Taste of the Saintess

I spun the gacha with my remaining ten points.

Sure, the sheer volume of junk that came out was a bit of a downside, but I'd already confirmed that useful stuff dropped often enough — things like Strength Elixirs and massage technique manuals — so there was no reason to regret not dumping those points into stats instead.

"Son of a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠bitch."

I'd just told myself there was no reason to regret it, and the universe decided to mock me with a ghostly three-in-a-row of bubble gum. I nearly hurled my phone across the room. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down.

"It's fine. Hah… gacha's always like this. That last pull was the weird one. This is normal."

I decided to spin it positively — if a random gacha that spat out every kind of junk imaginable had just handed me three bubble gums in a row, clearly I was blessed with bubble gum luck — and kept pulling.

"There we go. See? Perfectly decent drops."

Even a blind squirrel finds a nut eventually. After weathering that four-pull bubble-gum shafting, a skill dropped right on cue. And not just any skill — Healthy and Tasty Semen, the single most important training skill in the entire arsenal, basically the rice-and-soup staple of the whole system, had leveled up to Lv2.

"Now that I think about it, I never even considered whether I could upgrade skills with points… Let's see, let's see… ugh…"

Filthy expensive.

I pulled out the rest of my inventory instead.

The remaining three cards after that were the usual junk, no surprises. Still, I'd gotten some genuinely useful things out of the haul, so I hummed a cheerful little tune as I pulled the orange and the Saint's Holy Water from my inventory.

A fist-sized orange and a tiny glass vial about the size of an eye-drop bottle tumbled onto the bed, the clear liquid inside sloshing gently.

"Holy water, huh. I half-expected it to be the other kind of 'holy water,' but I guess not."

If it'd been yellow I might've had some thoughts, but clear liquid wasn't quite at the level of making me gag. On one face of the vial, as if to advertise that it was perfectly fine to drink without hesitation, they'd stuck a label with the face of whoever had produced(?) this holy water — a beauty with striking pure-white silver hair, the kind of face that made both appetite and lust surge up in equal measure.

"More importantly, what the hell does 'randomly raises something by 1' even mean? Looking at the bottle size I can tell it's a one-use item, but the description is way too vague."

It wasn't that my Intelligence of 7 left me unable to understand it. The wording itself ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was just that ambiguous. Peeling and eating the sweet-tart orange — which seemed to be warning me that tonight's piss stream was going to come out bright enough yellow to use as watercolor paint — I tilted my head, then decided to follow the time-honored tradition of every true gamer.

"Gamer special: when you don't know, test it on your own body."

It's not like it'll kill me.

I headed straight to the kitchen, grabbed a leftover slice of bread, and dribbled the holy water over it. Before it could fully soak in, I took a big bite.

A faint sourness melted across my tongue, followed by a salty mineral tang that made my cock twitch with interest. A magical liquid worthy of the name holy water — the kind you could taste a hundred times, a thousand times, and never get tired of.

"So this is the taste of a Saintess…"

I was just about to offer a surprise prayer of gratitude to this nameless Saintess whose face I knew but whose name I didn't, thanking her for bestowing her holy water upon me, when a message window popped up on the screen.

"Huh?"

What the hell.

Was this the power of the holy water?

I opened the skill window immediately.

Not only had Lv1 become Lv2, but the text that used to say "every 30 seconds in combat" now read "every 27 seconds." The unique skill I'd received from Senior A-rang had genuinely leveled up.

"I'm pretty sure unique skills can only be upgraded through proficiency gains or by training the corresponding heroine… Wait. Does 'randomly raises something by 1, ignoring all requirements' mean it randomly boosts one thing among everything I own — stats, skills, inventory items, all of it — by 1? And that's why it ignores the normal conditions?"

As broken as the effect was, the holy water's range of application was absurdly broad. If I'd been truly unlucky, I could've just ended up with one more Tasty Bubble Gum.

Even so, for a random gacha item, this was an absolute steal. A satisfied smile spread across my face as I checked my status window.

"Eheheh."

Compared to where I'd started, this was a status screen that brought a genuinely warm smile to my face. Sure, the awakening ability was still pitiful as ever, but looking at the raw numbers alone, I'd grown enough in a few hours that my past self would be green with envy.

"At this level, I'm top-tier even among D-class… right? Hard to say without a baseline, I'm just guessing… Ah? Ah! That's right! The rank chart!"

It had offered to show me this the first time I raised a stat and I'd waved it off, then completely forgotten about it. I nodded, and a massive blue screen immediately filled my phone.

"Hmm… looking at it like this, the gap is no joke."

In the real world, you built a track record in rank-appropriate dungeons and then passed the Hunter Bureau's periodic promotion tests to climb the ranks. Waking up one morning to an app that essentially said, "Roughly this level of stats is what you need to be considered a hunter of that rank," was giving me a headache.

"No, wait. Why should it give me a headache? There's a rank chart right here built on exact numbers and data. If I can't trust this, what can I trust?"

Hunter fatalities in dungeons weren't frequent for no reason. People whose stats weren't remotely suited for a given dungeon waltzed in humming a tune just because the Bureau had stamped them with a rank, convinced they belonged there — and then got themselves killed.

"Thinking about it that way, Senior A-rang really is incredible."

While the idiots around her dropped like flies, she'd stood tall, fought powerful enemies head-on, won, and packed her stats to the brim — she was on the verge of promoting to B-class.

"There are a few others at a prestigious school like ours who are also on the cusp of B-class, but Senior's growing faster than any of them. And even while she's scrambling to grow herself, she's been growing me too!"

No wonder the media hyped Senior A-rang and a handful of other upper C-class talents as Hankuk University's golden generation.

"Of course, thanks to having such an outstanding senior, a deadweight like me got treated by most of the Hunter Department as a stain on the department's honor, but anyway!"

Anyway, things were different now.

As long as I have this app.

I finally had a chance to grow alongside seniors like A-rang, to catch up to their level. Honestly, the method sat at the polar ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠opposite of morality and ethics — as filthy as it got — but I didn't have the luxury of being picky about means. If anything, I needed to get even more shameless.

In a hunter society where the weak got eaten alive, just like Senior A-rang, the only way not to get eaten was to thrash and claw your way to becoming strong by any means necessary.

"Worried about Senior A-rang finding out? No DNA left behind, and she never saw a face. As long as I play it cool, there's no way she'll ever catch me."

Shameless. Iron mask over the face. Act exactly like always, and getting caught was simply not going to happen.

With that confidence, I climbed out of bed, got dressed, and headed out for my morning workout.

A new morning had dawned for Goo Seung-yong, the shame of the Hunter Department!

"Hey. You. Come here."

"…"

Crisis arrived on day one of my bold new stride.

It ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had been a morning like any other.

During the day she'd haul her personal punching bag of a junior — a stubbornly tenacious little bastard — out of class under the pretext of teaching him a thing or two, and thrash him within an inch of his life. After school she'd immediately hit the dungeons or gates and prowl until late into the night. Then she'd come home, rinse off roughly, cool her heated body down with a round of masturbation, and collapse into sleep. A fulfilling daily routine, same as always. A morning brimming with vitality, same as always. That was what Cheon A-rang had believed.

Until someone suddenly raped her, that is.

Honestly, for someone who prided herself on razor-sharp instincts, Cheon A-rang had at first been embarrassingly convinced the whole thing was a dream.

Raped? Who? Me?

She simply couldn't imagine that anyone would sexually desire her — the woman the entire department fled from in terror, the woman even professors tiptoed around. That she, of all people, had been violated in her own home, of all places.

Her instincts kept screaming that this was no time for this, that she needed to get up now — but the sheer unbelievability of what was happening forced her to reject those instincts without even realizing it.

"I'd gone pretty hard on the pussy-fingering before bed last night, so I figured I was just having a weird dream because of that…"

And the circumstances hadn't helped her one bit. Her body had already been burning hot enough that dreaming something like this wouldn't have been strange at all — and when she cracked her eyes open to rough yet strangely pleasant hands, something invisible was already molesting her.

With everything around her lining up like that, who wouldn't write it off as a dream? Who could possibly snap their eyes wide open, realize they were being violated in real time, and leap out of bed?

It was only after a rather rough, heavy-handed tug on her nipples and clit pushed her over the edge into climax that Cheon A-rang finally accepted something was seriously wrong, snapped her eyes open, and tried to fight back. But by then, the milk had already been spilled.

While she'd been dismissing it as a dream, her entire body had melted into putty under the clumsy yet delicious hands of some unidentified translucent human(?). Resistance with no strength behind it was no different from a bratty tantrum begging the other party to hurry up and take her.

In the end, without a single proper chance to fight back, she lost her virginity in an instant and was thoroughly, completely violated. That was everything that had happened to her just moments ago.

Finished with her recollection, Cheon A-rang stared blankly at the ceiling.

Was the shock simply that massive?

Bluurp—♡

Ten minutes passed. Twenty. She kept staring at the ceiling like a doll, and as if telling her to snap out of it, the semen leaking from her pussy trickled down over the dried bloodstains on her thighs and soaked into the sheets — as if to say, shock and sadness are fine, but don't you dare try to deny what just happened.

But that was only how it looked from a third party's perspective. Inside the mind of Cheon A-rang, the person who had actually lived through this enormous event, there was surprisingly not a single shred of sadness.

She hadn't felt so much as the first letter of the word "sad."

Cheon A-rang herself knew full well that she lived like a wild animal, and she'd always figured her virginity could be taken by anyone at any time without it being particularly strange.

"How the hell… how was something like that even possible?"

What she felt wasn't sadness or despair — it was fascination, and a strange thrill.

Who was he? How had he gotten into her house? How had he slipped past her razor-sharp senses without a sound and taken her?

"Even if I wasn't in normal condition, dodging my attacks? Whatever. A man who could brush off my resistance like it was nothing and fuck me senseless…"

Just what was this guy?

She didn't claim to be a genius, but compared to her peers she definitely considered herself a cut above. As mentioned, with a few exceptions, everyone in the department trembled at the mere sight of her. Even the hunters who'd tried to hit on her in dungeons had vanished from the industry after getting a taste of her fists — more than a few times.

And yet that same her had been pinned down and raped without being able to move a muscle?

Cheon A-rang pictured the translucent silhouette of the human(?) who, mere hours ago, had crushed her beneath him, slammed his cock into her pussy, and made her cum so good she saw stars — and her lips curled into a savage grin.

"Heh. Interesting… Whoever you are, I'm definitely finding you. Definitely finding you, and then… hah, eheheh."

She had a few clues, at least. The guy who'd been rocking his hips on top of her was taller than her own 182 cm frame. He had a monstrously huge cock between his legs. Calluses on his hands, and they felt weirdly good. Three things total.

Of course, as leads for identifying a faceless assailant, they were pathetic and nowhere near enough.

"Doesn't matter if they look thin. That bastard's coming back!"

But Cheon A-rang was certain. He wasn't some ghost, and sooner or later — soon — he would come looking for her again.

Why?

"Because he tasted my pussy! Because my pussy squeezes cock so damn good he fell head over heels for it and was huffing and puffing like crazy. Because he was shaking his hips like a goddamn animal! No ghost does something that full of life! Ugh…"

Even knowing she lived like a beast, she was still aware that a woman sticking her chest out and proudly spouting this kind of talk was shameless and embarrassing even by her own standards. She slapped her flushed cheeks — glowing red against her copper skin — a few times, then threw on her usual pressure bandages over her massive tits, tossed a leather jacket over her shoulders, and headed out.

Unless he came looking for her, finding the man who'd raped her in this wide world would be harder than finding a needle on a beach. But sitting in a corner of her room thinking hard wasn't in her nature. She wasn't going to find him by staying cooped up inside.

"Besides, at this hour my junior should already be at school. Heh heh. Sorry, but I'm not in a great mood, so today's training is gonna be rough."

He'd probably grumble about how hard she was pushing him, but what was a little grumbling going to accomplish?

— Eek, it's Cheon A-rang?!

— Hide the women and children?!

The panicked cries of her classmates as emergency sirens went off the moment she appeared didn't even register. Cheon A-rang prowled from lecture hall to lecture hall looking for her junior, and before long she spotted him — Goo Seung-yong, sitting by the window in one of the classrooms.

Brat. Making me go to the trouble.

She wasn't in a great mood today anyway. Time to train him extra hard.

"Hey, sandba—?"

No point delaying. She strode straight toward the junior she was reasonably fond of.

But right at that moment—

Throb—♡

"…?"

What was that just now?

A sudden tingling sensation rose from her lower abdomen like an electric current, and Cheon A-rang stopped mid-step, looking down at her belly.

Come to think of it, that bastard's cum is still sloshing around in my womb, isn't it? Did I come out without thinking…?

She easily identified the source of the tingling — her womb and pussy clenching tight of their own accord — clicked her tongue, and tried to take another step toward Goo Seung-yong.

"Augh…?!"

Throb-throb—♡

Again.

Her womb and pussy convulsed once more. Harder than before — squeezing her lower abdomen like someone wringing out a wet rag.

It was her own body, so she had no trouble reading the tingling rising from below. Cheon A-rang's brow furrowed.

It's… happy…?

This was the sensation of joy. Her womb and pussy were so overjoyed they didn't know what to do with themselves, throbbing and throbbing like they were throwing their own private festival, dancing with abandon.

Why? What the hell is making them do this?!

She couldn't pin down the cause, but somehow, the closer she got to Goo Seung-yong, the more vulgarly her womb and pussy went wild. Disturbed by the strangeness of it, Cheon A-rang stopped right there and shook her head left and right.

No way…! Come on, no. There's no way… There's no way this means my womb and pussy are pointing a finger and saying, [It's that bastard!], right? Get the fuck out of here.

Him? Of all people?

Did getting pounded by that huge cock break this damn womb or something?

But she couldn't exactly ignore a womb throbbing like a compass needle. Cheon A-rang walked straight up to Goo Seung-yong, grabbed the shoulder of the junior who was just starting to stand up, shoved him back down into his seat, and said:

"Hey. You. Come here."

"…"

Still. She had to check, at least.