EP.3 Level 1 - Am I the Only One Uncomfortable? (3)
"What, you can't do it?"
"W-well..."
"Hey, what did you say? A fan? How dare a lowly C-rank like you talk like that?"
"H-hng..."
Bae Jeonga looked pretty shocked, her voice starting to quiver with tears. Ah, come on, why cry and make me feel soft?
"I'll give you 10 seconds. Strip. Or else tomorrow's headlines will read 'C-rank hunter goes missing.'"
"N-no way..."
The happy glow on her face from standing before her favorite hunter just moments ago darkened. Nothing beats the high of climbing up and then crashing down.
"5 seconds left."
Sniffling and sobbing, she started peeling off her clothes one by one. Must be embarrassing to show this side to someone she admires. But it's way too early to get sad over this.
"Okay. A bit late, but I'll let it slide."
"Th-thank you."
"Look at this mess with your clothes everywhere. How am I supposed to focus? Fold them neatly and put them away."
She fumbled, unsure whether to cover herself or tidy up. Naturally, that made her breasts jiggle and assert themselves, her vivid pink nipples swaying freely. Being an elemental hunter must help—even as a C-rank, they're impressively big.
"What, bragging that you've got as much mana as me?"
"N-no, sir!"
"Hurry up."
Bae Jeonga gave up on covering herself and focused on folding. Once neatly stacked on the floor, I said,
"Get down."
"Pardon?"
"Prostrate yourself. Don't gawk at me like that."
She dropped to the floor naked, trembling before me. It wasn't the cold—a hunter's body doesn't shiver from that. Probably feels pathetic. But what can you do? We're just getting started.
"Ugh..."
"Haha, perfect. Yeah, that's how a worm should be."
I stomped hard on her back while saying that, then ground her neatly folded clothes underfoot too.
"Hng, hng..."
"What? Didn't you say you like me? Isn't this a reward?"
"A-ah..."
The shock must've been too much; she was losing her ability to speak. Hmm, am I a psychopath? I just can't understand your feelings no matter how I try.
'If you dish it out, you should know you might get it back.'
She probably bullied people a lot before, but so slyly that even the victims didn't notice. I hate sneaky types like that more than outright bullies. Fucking bitch.
"Your hair's pretty."
"Th-thank you."
"Looks a bit like mine?"
Her light blue hair clung to the floor. I grabbed a fistful and yanked her head up.
'Fuck, she's strong.'
But I couldn't show it. An S-rank like Yoo Chaerin shouldn't struggle with this.
"Th-thank..."
"Say it like you mean it, bitch."
I slammed her head into the floor. Looked casual, but it was full force.
"Ah, aa..."
I struck a pose like I was about to attack, and she flinched back, crawling away bit by bit. Then she started pissing herself.
"You crazy bitch. Wanna die? This a toilet?"
"H-heek!"
Panicking, she froze her piss mid-stream and flung it toward the drain. Even now, her trait control's solid. What a waste of that killer body with a personality like hers. Doesn't it feel bad for the flesh?
"Nah, suits you better leaking like a mangy mutt."
"L-like a dog..."
Her despairing face felt so damn good. Started as chance bullying, but this is fun.
"Ah, yeah. That expression suits you. So pretty."
"Pretty..."
"Yeah. You look beautiful crawling like trash at the bottom."
"This me is beautiful..."
What? Her reaction's weird. Not what I expected—kinda threw me off. What's with her?
"Get up."
I pulled her up to check her state. Perfect curves everywhere, marked with my footprints for that forbidden thrill. Wait, not the time to admire.
'Her eyes are almost dead?'
Focus all hazy. Like she's on drugs. Hunters don't feel most drugs, though.
"Hehe, got praised..."
Oh, she's really lost it. Didn't think her mental game's this weak.
"From today, you're a mangy mutt. Got it?"
"Yes!"
"Wrong. If you're the mutt, what's that make me?"
She pondered hard but just stared blankly. Doesn't know this stuff?
"The owner who walks the mutt. Right?"
"Y-yes! Master!"
"Then bark."
"Woof! Woof!"
Oh, this is why they love lording over people. Scary world where seniors say bark and you bark. Korea's future looks bright.
"Prostrate."
"Hah, hah."
She dropped like before. Not quite what I meant. One fix for that.
"Roll over."
"Woof!"
Finally the pose I wanted—like a dog submitting, belly up, tits and ass fully exposed. Fucking hot, you slut.
"Hik!"
I planted my foot on her lower belly; she let out a weird moan. Press harder and she bucks—kinda fun.
"Heeek! S-stop..."
"Ordering me now?"
"N-no!"
Yoo Chaerin quality for sure. S-rank performance. Alone with an S-rank, this reaction's natural unless you've got 12 lives.
"Huh?"
Stepping on her belly and those massive jiggling tits, something felt off. Her breathing's getting ragged?
'Nah, no way.'
Getting off on this abuse? No pervert like that exists.
"Right here?"
"Heeek, hngaaa♡"
I stared through her sopping pussy, then stopped. Meant to torment, but I'm just pleasing her?
"Getting off on the abuse? You filthy maso bitch."
"Ehehe..."
Can't even answer properly. Probably creamed multiple times already.
'Sigh, fucking slut—turn a guy on moderately at least.'
Started to bully, but her bliss is getting me hard too. Dick throbbing; I unzipped and pulled it out.
"You horny bitch."
Might look weird, so update the trait first. Swap my dick for a penis band made from Yoo Chaerin's wings? Natural.
"Hey, gonna lie there forever? Get up and sit."
"Woof!"
Total dog now. Sitting, I tapped her cheek with my cock. No weird reaction—update worked.
'Has mine always been this big?'
Not small, average I thought. But fully hard now, it's double—legendary length and girth.
'Awakening side effect? Guys store mana in dicks?''Fucking jackpot.'
Female hunters balloon tits with mana; top ones have massive jugs from heavy use. For men, dick size? 'Black dude porn tier already.' Imagining higher levels, I swallowed hard. S-rank hunter? At least S-rank cock.
"Ngh?"
"Hngm..."
Without orders, Bae Jeonga started sucking eagerly. Licked tentative at first, now cheeks bulging as she slurps devotedly.
"Fuck, you succubus slut."
Who sucks a penis band like that? Either experience or insane talent.
"Hngm, slurp... hng♡"
"Perfect, slut."
Grabbed her hair and yanked. Cock rammed her throat; she gagged hard from blocked airway.
"Guhk, khek, guk."
"Fuck, throat pussy's insane, you bitch."
Blue hair like an onahole handle. Gripped both sides, adjusted angle for max pleasure, pumped with control. Her sloppy spit and gags gave massive catharsis. Came hard down her throat.
"Uoooh!"
"Guk, khek..."
Spurt, spuuurt. Spppluuurt. Not just volume—water gun levels.
'Size and load both buffed hard.'
"Ahh, refreshing."
"Pahak... guk, khaek."
Unexpected flood overwhelmed her; she puked up backflow cum. Couldn't breathe, kept hacking. Airway clogged by semen? Nah, C-rank won't die from this.
"Open wide."
"Khek, kehk..."
Ignored her clutching throat and spread her legs. Tapped her drenched slit with my dick.
"Suffering? Really? What sufferer soaks like this?"
"Kheuk, heuk, heuk..."
Airway cleared; she gasped desperately. Even then, pussy squelching against my cock—best sound I'd heard lately.
"No hunter talent in you."
"Ha-ut♡"
"But definitely a genius."
Genius at cock-teasing. All I did was torment her as her fave S-rank, and she's drooling pussy juice.
"Not my fault, right?"
"Yesss..."
Okay, victim agrees—not rape, fire rape?
"You think so too, womb?"
Tapped her belly with my dick like knocking. Her pussy clenched in agreement. Slammed in like perfect Lego fit.
"Kuhk!"
"Huh?"
Wait, she's a virgin?