A Trashy Woman Beyond Imagination
“Hey. Do one job with me.”
“Excuse me?”
This senior had just finished pulverizing someone else’s ribs, and now she was casually blurting out something like that?
Thanks to the unique skill I’d “received” from Senior A-rang, my freshly reattached ribs hadn’t even had time to feel miraculous before she suddenly started talking nonsense. I tilted my head and asked,
“A job? With me?”
“Yeah, with you. Looking at you now, your durability’s gone way up. Figure you’re tough enough to be my sidekick at least.”
“Sidekick? What are we, superheroes? Seriously, Senior A-rang, between the rider kicks last time and this, you’ve got a real thing for—”
“It’s my private hobby, so shut the hell up! Just answer—yes or no?!”
Wild Breath Lv.2 is currently active.
I just got those ribs fixed and she breaks them again.
With another deafening crash I was face-down on the training-ground floor like a frog under a car. The cooldown must have come back already; a message window floated in front of my eyes and my body felt a little less wrecked. I forced myself up. The fractures themselves had healed fast, but the pain and the impact still clung to every muscle.
“Just for the record… do I get a choice?”
“Nope.”
“…”
I’d expected it, but the total lack of hesitation still left me speechless.
What she said next, though, melted the tangled knot in my chest.
“I was actually agonizing over whether to ask you or not. But after watching you just now, I’m sure you won’t get in the way. So I’m specially letting you in.”
“There’s a lot I’d like to push back on, but… more importantly, you think I can pull my own weight?”
“Of course~. You know I don’t do empty praise. If you were still the kind of D-class you see everywhere in the department like yesterday, maybe not. But a C-class hunter? You’ll manage at least one person’s share.”
“C-class hunter…”
Yesterday I’d been floundering as a D-class. Now I was C-class. I’d raised my stats and privately thought, Yeah, this should be C-class, but hearing the senior I’d always looked up to acknowledge it made my nose sting for no good reason.
“You crying, you little shit?”
“I’m not crying. Last year you beat the hell out of me until everything that could leak out already had—except the good stuff. So what exactly do you need help with?”
“You’re just casually sexually harassing me again… No, looking at the way you talk, finding him with you is going to be even easier.”
“No, seriously, what is it?”
Is it about this morning? Is she asking for help because of that?
Something in my gut pointed that way, but I couldn’t be sure. No matter how trashy Senior was, a B-class hunter on the verge of promotion wouldn’t go around casually telling just anyone the humiliating story of being one-sidedly violated—
“Ah, it’s nothing big. Some bastard fucked me raw and ran off. I want your help finding the son of a bitch.”
“…What?”
But Senior A-rang was a trashy woman beyond anything I could have imagined. She laughed off every expectation of this ordinary person, actually going “uhehehe” while telling me she’d been raped and asking me to help track the guy down. The shock hit from a completely different angle.
My brain short-circuited. I stared at her with a look that screamed Is this for real? She answered with another delighted “uhihi,”
“Scared you, huh? The senior you respect and love more than anyone in the world got fucked raw by some random guy?”
“No—no no no no, when you say ‘fucked raw,’ you mean the thing I’m thinking of, right?”
Part of it was playing dumb, but hearing her announce so brazenly that she’d been violated forced the question out of me anyway.
The answer came back the same.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what you think. Some guy shoved his dick straight into my virgin pussy, ground it in front and back until I lost my mind, then pumped me full and left.”
“Even if you’re going to say it… how can you talk about something that huge like it’s no big deal?!”
There were levels to being trashy. This wasn’t a couple of guys swapping porn stories; Senior A-rang had zero filter between brain and mouth and just spilled whatever popped into her head. Even I, the actual culprit, was left speechless.
Unlike me, though, she looked thrilled. Her eyes sparkled as she recounted the morning’s events like some grand adventure, as if she could barely believe it herself.
“No, listen. He subdued me. I was half-asleep and kind of out of it, sure, but he pinned me down like it was nothing and fucked my pussy raw. Can you believe that?!”
“You? Not some random person—you? The department’s crazy milk-cow Senior A-rang that seniors, classmates, and juniors all run from on sight?”
“Yes, me! Wait—what the hell did you just call me?”
Or maybe her instincts had already told her I was the culprit and she was testing me. She might be talking this freely on purpose just to watch my reaction. I tilted my head and asked,
“This is real, right? Not like you woke up from a dream or something?”
“Can’t believe it? Want me to drop my pants right here and show you the evidence?”
“Yes.”
“Yeees~? Look at you talking. Fine.”
“Whoa, whoa—you’re actually about to strip.”
Senior A-rang really didn’t seem to care. Her hand was already heading for her waistband. The memory of that morning slammed into me; terrified my rising lust would show on my face, I stopped her and changed the subject.
“So… what did the guy look like? If we’re hunting the perpetrator I’ll help, of course, but I need a description first.”
“Dunno.”
“What? How can you not know? You must have seen him. Height, fat or skinny, face—anything?”
“I said I don’t know. He was like a ghost. Kept going transparent, getting blurry. All I got was the vague sense that his height and build were about the same as yours.”
“Haa… so you basically know nothing. How does a person like that even exist?”
“I’m telling you he does! You don’t believe me?!”
I believe you. I’m the one who did it.
Guilt twisted hard in my gut, but I kept my face blank and shrugged.
“I believe you. You’re not the type to lie. But while I’m listening I’m still thinking, ‘Does that even make sense?’”
“That so? Yeah, even I think it sounds crazy while I’m saying it. Anyway—you’re helping me find the bastard, right?”
“It’s you, Senior. I’ve owed you a lot. If I can help, of course I will.”
I nodded to avoid suspicion. Senior burst into delighted laughter and immediately threw an arm around my shoulders.
“Look at this loyal little shit! That’s my junior!”
“Not sure how much help I’ll actually be, though.”
I was the culprit, and I’d just promised to help her find me. I couldn’t refuse, so the words came out—and just like that, quitting the training was no longer an option.
“But you’re taking the whole ‘I got raped’ thing pretty calmly.”
“Aaah… honestly, Senior, your personality is… not great. You make a lot of enemies. I just figured something like this was bound to happen eventually…”
“Whaaat?!”
Huh. This might actually be kind of thrilling.
Helping her hunt the perpetrator while simultaneously training her… Now that I’d awakened this power, tightrope-walking was going to become a regular thing. Might as well use this as practice. Pretending to help while doing filthy things to her—my cock was already starting to swell with grandeur.
“You little bastard—I’m still your senior! The senior you love got her virginity stolen by some random asshole and you can’t even be sad or angry?!”
“Ghk?! D-don’t choke me?!”
“Hey, hey! Stop moving like that! If you thrash around all of a sudden I might accidentally—ah.”
Crack.
And the opportunity arrived sooner than expected.
“Aaagh, that hurts…”
I forced my still-wonky neck around and squinted through the pain at the professor on the podium and the writing on the board.
Hunters and the History of Humanity.
One of the major courses in the Hunter Department, available from second year. Freshman year covered the basic background of how hunters came into being; this class went deeper into hunter history and the origins of the demi-humans—elves and the rest—who now lived among us.
Since it was history, the professor was an elf as well—a first-generation otherworlder who had crossed over during the Dimensional Great Collision two hundred years ago, true to the long-lived races. Lectures were built on the vivid experiences only an eyewitness could give: the collision itself, the social climate of the time, things no textbook could capture. Having a living piece of history teaching you kept the class from being as dull as ordinary history.
That didn’t mean there were no regrets.
If only the professor were a female elf…
—So there I was, working overtime at the Royal Secretariat that day…
I watched the professor launch into yet another story about his days as a Joseon-era official, then flicked my eyes toward the far corner of the lecture hall.
“Kuuu… kuuu…”
There she was, collapsed across the desk and snoring as usual: Senior A-rang.
Her classroom attitude was so atrocious that professors chewed her out constantly, but her practical grades more than made up for the theoretical gap, and her beast-like habit of ignoring anyone weaker than her meant the faculty had long since thrown up their hands.
But today’s different.
I opened the Training App.
Train Cheon A-rang?
Generate avatar?
Generating avatar.
Still a little clumsy, I transferred my consciousness into the avatar, confirmed that my real body looked like a diligent student, and immediately moved to Senior A-rang’s side.
“Kuuuuuu… uuum…”
Still dead to the world. She’d even dragged six desks together into a makeshift bed. I looked down at the senior sleeping like a log and slowly reached for the zipper of the ultra-short hot pants that could have had the word “mini” stamped on them.
Ziiip—
“Hn?”
Having been burned once already, she snapped both eyes open and stared straight at her lower half.
“You little…?!”
She realized the mysterious rapist from that morning was back and trying to molest her again. She frantically tried to shove my invisible hand away from the zipper she’d just pulled down, waving her hands around her hips and about to shout—then remembered this was a lecture hall with dozens of students and dropped to a frantic whisper.
“What the hell are you doing…?! You crazy bastard…?!”
Naturally no answer came. She hurriedly dragged over a nearby chair, sat down, and hid her lower body behind the desk. I stifled a private laugh, then used the avatar’s strength to pry her gripping hands off the hot pants and yanked them straight down.
Good grief, what kind of panties is this senior even wearing?
Were these panties or just strings? I’d more or less expected it from the black straps riding above her hips, but seeing them with my own eyes was something else.
“S-stop…!”
Without a second’s hesitation I reached for that plump, well-fleshed ass.