Level 9 - Ung, Complete Empathy (16)
"Honey."
"Ah, you're back? You saw the apology statement this morning, right?"
"Yeah. Thanks."
"It's your business, so what can you do?"
I chuckled and pulled Seo Eunha into a tight embrace.
After our broadcast, public sentiment toward the government had plummeted through the floor. The government tucked tail, apologized profusely, and bowed their heads low. Of course, even amid all that, they weren't entirely malicious—they just dishonestly pinned the blame on misidentifying the cause of the failure. Well, admitting that outright would be ridiculous anyway.
Still, they owned up to their mistakes and vowed to improve the system to prevent future mishaps, so public opinion should recover somewhat. Separately from that, I'd sent over all the documents needed for Eunha's apology and her return to Yoo Chaerin's team. I'd even included full back pay and dignity maintenance fees from the time she quit, plus compensation for the incident.
They must've been shocked seeing Eunha act like she was really about to leave for good.
After the broadcast, Eunha had floated the idea of volunteering overseas in war zones if the issue wasn't resolved properly—positioning herself like she was ready to ditch Korea for foreign shores. It had clearly worked.
"This is how the world should run. If they'd acted this straightforward from the start, things would've been so much better."
"W-Well, yeah..."
"I know. That's why it got so twisted—it's not easy."
Still, I admired how she hadn't whined weakly but had pushed to change things herself. It took time, but real personal growth isn't simple. Especially since she could've just told me and let me handle it with my trait. The fact that she'd tried to sort it out solo was seriously commendable.
"One worry down. Man, how long is Yoo Chaerin gonna keep showing up to work religiously? Having her around is annoying..."
"Oh, right. You said you had some payback planned for Chaerin?"
"Yeah. Honestly, she's pissing me off."
Of course, Chaerin treasured Eunha too, so her score in my book had risen during this mess. But that's that, and this is this. And frankly, even during the whole affair, she'd kept shooting me those why's this guy butting in glares that rubbed me wrong. I needed to hit level 10 quick to dish out proper justice on her...
My EXP was maxed at 100%, but I was stuck against the wall, unable to level up. At this point, hadn't Eunha basically soloed the EXP for level 9? Impressive.
"Hmm, honey. About why you can't use your ability on Chaerin—what exactly did you say?"
"Her trait's stack-based. Mine only strips mana, so it can't erase stacks."
"No mana means no new stacks, right?"
"Yeah, obviously..."
Eunha paused, then nodded as realization dawned. She offered to help and laid out a plan.
"So, we trick her into using up all her stacks with a fake 'massage' that only works post-depletion?"
"Yep. She'll believe me over anyone else. We're even grabbing drinks soon—I'll help then."
She explained that Chaerin had been complaining about body aches lately, making it perfect bait. Fair enough—even I'd take Eunha's word without question. Especially Chaerin, who'd known her longer.
"The moment her stacks hit zero, seal her trait. Solid plan."
"Yeah, then you can do whatever after."
"If it's like that, should I wrap her training in one go?"
"Dunno."
With 'My Head's Spinning,' I could rewrite common sense and block suspicion outright. Not foolproof, but holding Eunha 'hostage' as leverage would cover any leaks. One of the few things that weakens Chaerin is anything involving Eunha.
"Cool, count on you."
"Tomorrow night... I'll prep the cameras and stuff."
"Thanks."
The day I'd waited ages for had finally arrived. Yoo Chaerin, you're done for.
Tilted Playground
"This shit really works?"
"Can't say for sure... Only tested on Hyemi so far."
"Hmm, Hyemi swore it was fine. Would be nice if it works on me too."
"Level 9 and 10 are different, so who knows exactly. But it'll have some effect."
The lie: Stack users are always tense and fatigued, so have Eunha 'massage' via purification right after depletion. Dragging Hyemi into the con made it ironclad for Chaerin.
"Always packing spare wings, but burning 'em all feels weird..."
I waited for Chaerin to bite. Her back wings of light vanished one by one until she signaled Eunha for purification.
I kicked the door open and activated my trait. All mana in the area sealed—no wing regen for Chaerin. A wingless angel? Just a fragile girl.
"Y-You! What the hell? Why're you coming out of Eunha's place? Kyaa!?"
"Whoa, fuck, I just got a full view of naked Yoo Chaerin. Snap pics and sell 'em? I'd make bank."
"You psycho! Get out! What makes you think you can—!"
"Weird, right? Your wings should've regen'd by now. Why not?"
"...Huh?"
Horror etched Chaerin's face. Eunha sauntered over, pecked me lightly, and slipped into the room. Seeing that, Chaerin floundered, lost.
"Eunha loves me enough to sell you out. Oh, Hyemi and Hyeun too. You're the last one."
"What'd you do to Eunha!?"
"Just made her feel good?"
I circled my left thumb and forefinger, then thrust my middle finger from my right hand through it. Chaerin's face flushed; her body shivered. Naked like that? Kinda hot.
"Filthy bastard."
Her rage-filled eyes raked my body. That's gaze-rape, bitch.
"Keep mouthing off, and you're dead."
"Kgh!"
I slapped her cheek hard with my massively swollen cock. Seeing it swell red in my dick's shape? Tough to hold back cum. Finally crushing that arrogant face.
"Suck it 『Do It For Me』."
Do It For Me — Fellatio
Her face twisted in disgust. No way she wanted orders from a loser like me. Wonder what she's thinking?
'No way. Absolutely not. How could I suck that grotesque thing? If I had mana, I'd one-shot this worm...!'
Activating the trait laid her inner voice bare. She thought it fiercely, but her body inched toward my cock. Empathizing with her thoughts? Made it all the sweeter.
"Mmgh, noo. Urgh."
"Suck it right, bitch."
Her mind rebelled hard, but her body obeyed, fellating steadily. Rookie technique, nothing special. But that despairing expression? My dick throbbed bigger.
"Good, stop there."
I halted the blowjob, pondering next. How to maximize her despair?
"Lie back, belly up, and wait 『Do It For Me』."
Do It For Me — Belly-Up Position
She flopped down instantly. I straddled her chest, fingering her nape, twirling.
"This spot's perfect."
"W-What're you doing!?"
Hmm, first time—keep it light. Plenty of time ahead. Good toys break too quick, no fun.
"Your sensitivity's 5x normal. Pain turns to pleasure, but no orgasms ever."
"What bullshit...!"
"But cum in your throat spikes it 10x for instant climax. Obvious, right?"
"No fucking way, you psycho!"
"You don't know? 『Study if You Don't Know』, slut."
Study if You Don't Know — Uterus Tattoo on Nape
My words ended; mana glowed from my finger, etching a uterus tattoo on her nape. Trait applied—her expression shifted.
"What'd you do to my body!?"
"Taught you. Now sit and open wide."
I cackled, prying her mouth. Shoved in my too-thick-for-mouth cock.
"Getting huge lately—mind your jaw."
"Mmph, urgh!"
Pfft, S-rank hunter—jaw won't pop that easy. I sneered, ramming to her throat.
Squelch! Squelch! Gripping her hair, yanking to the rhythm—bliss raced my shaft.
'No, disgusting! But why every throat scrape...!'
Stimulation's average, honestly. But the conquest of crushing Chaerin finally? Her writhing face turning bitch in heat? Pure ecstasy.
"Kghk!? Gack, kgh...!"
"Resist too hard, and it'll hurt forever?"
'Feels good♡ Nooo♡ It's hitting my throat, but it feels good♡ Weird♡'
That 'pain' flipped to pleasure, dominating her mind. Her sharp tongue vanished inwardly—only slutty moans remained.
"Here comes the big one."
"Mmph, mph!? Kghk!?"
Now gripping hair with both hands, yanking hard for pistoning. Even hair-ripping pain converted to pleasure for her. Eyes glazing over, plain to see. But no climax. Pleasure trapped, no escape—endless torment eroding her self.
'Wanna cum♡ Wanna cum♡ No, insane...! But that thought... So frustrating...!'
"Wanna cum, huh? Can't deny Yoo Chaerin Hunter what she wants."
"Mmph, urmph!?"
I wrenched her hair like ripping it out. Cock buried deep, squashing the tattoo. Tears welled—intense ejaculation hit.
Spurt! Spurt! I flooded her like a womb.
'Eh? Eh? Eh? Haa? Haaaa♡'
Overwhelming pleasure silenced her moans as she climaxed. Backlog exploded violently, battering her. Coughing, rolling on the floor—her wrecked face was beyond 'beautiful.'
I kicked her, gifting more pleasure.
"Ah, seeing mighty Yoo Chaerin Hunter so blissful? Feels great."
"He♡ Haaa♡ Nooo♡ Save meee♡ I'm sorry.... Kghk!?"
"Don't apologize. Ruins the mood. Keep resisting—more fun that way."
If she surrendered to pleasure? Eunha'd hit the floor instead. I whispered that in her ear, then kicked her recovered glare.
"D-Don't touch Eunhaaa!? Hya♡"
"Exactly. Just endure, and she won't."
Of course, training continues till you break.