EP.38 Level 5 - My Head's Spinning (10)

A lukewarm liquid splattered against my forehead. My clothes were soaked through, clinging uncomfortably to my skin, and a sickly sweet, fishy smell tickled my nostrils.

"...Unni?"

I called out to my sister standing before me, her perverse state impossible to ignore. Her breasts, still too young for motherhood, were gushing thick streams of white milk like a burst dam. Her face was blank, lost in drug-like ecstasy, chasing nothing but pleasure.

Disgusting. It made me want to vomit. That's not my sister.

'So it was you after all.'

Park Eunhyuk. The protagonist of this damned novel FFF-Class Feminist Hunter. Just as I'd suspected, it was that man.

He'd tormented my sister, corrupted her, dragged her into depravity.

He looked the part—handsome, sharp-featured elite manager without a single flaw. Infuriating as that was, this was a novel world. No matter how trashy or perverted the protagonist, his appearance would naturally be perfect.

'I was such an idiot.'

If I'd suspected Park Eunhyuk was the protagonist, I should've protected my sister, the heroine. What a failure of a little sister. She'd helped me so much, and I couldn't do a thing in return. I failed to save ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her.

Stupid bitch. Useless to the core. Any different from my past life?

A-rank hunter? World-saving hero? No, you're exactly the same as back then. Has anything changed?

"Urk..."

My stomach churned—not from my sister's beastly display, but from the revulsion at my own complacent past actions.

"Ah, yeah, so... Hyemi, this is..."

"Hyeun♡ Cow life is the best♡"

"Hey, shut it for a sec!"

Hearing my sister liken herself to livestock made my head spin. I did this to her. There must've been chances. A single report on that suspicious guy would've ended it.

But no—one shot only, what if he's not the protagonist and the next report gets ignored? I dragged my feet, waiting for certainty.

Am I insane? I hated my past self for barely skimming the novel, but I loathed my current self even more for hesitating over that fear.

"Hyeun seemed stressed lately, so today we were just doing a little... concept play..."

"......."

What should I say? One wrong word, and I might fall under hypnosis too. I couldn't pinpoint the exact method, but I sensed him deliberating, mana draining as he pondered.

'If I'd read that novel properly, this would've been nothing.'

It had been three years since I realized I'd reincarnated. Awakening as an adult unlocked my past-life memories via my trait's cost—contracting spirits while recalling and erasing them.

That first glimpse of my past self was trash. Calling her dad a "daddy bug," her brother a "male bug," yet living like a freeloading swan, doing zero work.

The shame wasn't the misogyny—it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠was my utter lack of growth. No different from the whiny non-awakener men in this world.

Past me hated men more than anyone, but to current me, she was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the most manly of all. Utterly repulsive.

'Funny, isn't it?'

I erased those loathsome memories via spirit contracts, unwilling to keep them. Strengthening old bonds or forging new ones—this escapist grind honed me into a proper hunter. Soon, growth outshone erasure.

I polished my spirit summoner skills daily, praying to stand beside my sister—the lone woman who'd raised me high, the hunter I revered most, Yoo Hyeun.

Now, I lived that hunter life at her side. My dream fulfilled, bliss peaking—until I recalled the memory tying this world to that novel.

FFF-Class Feminist Hunter. The title suggested a cool tale of a hunter fighting for women's rights. But no—it was a horrific misogynist story where the sole male awakener rapes women via hypnosis in a female-only hunter society.

I never read deep, so his exact powers? Unknown. I'd only glimpsed it via a link begging for reads. Perverted cover art, filthy profile, prologue starting with him raping a character via his trait.

That was my full knowledge. Yet I was certain this was that world for one reason: a heroine from that sleazy profile matched someone I knew intimately.

My beloved, respected big sister—the famed top manager Yoo Hyeun—was right there.

'At first, I denied it. But...'

Her white H-shaped hair accessory. Mana-dyed long white hair. Breasts matching her exact bra size. Her usual look, perfectly rendered.

Deny that? I'd be a fool. Even the Yoo Chaerin he raped in the prologue led our raid team.

'Problem was, I couldn't recall the protagonist's name.'

I remembered the illegal acts, though—from reviews I'd skimmed. He hides his awakening, rapes and corrupts women into possessions.

Hiding awakening is illegal. Using it to rape? Straight to awakener criminal processing—easy takedown for a non-protagonist.

But if wrong? I'd lose trust, face penalties for false reports on sensitive awakener crimes. Punishment didn't scare me.

Failing to catch the real protagonist did. So I waited for proof. And now... this mess.

My mind blanked. I needed to stop his hypnosis now, but nothing surfaced.

Run. To save Unni, I must survive and report.

Yoo Hyemi, think! Think!

"Hey, Yoo Hyeun. Snap out of it. In front of your sister, you're... I mean, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I'm hardly one to talk since I went along with it."

"H-Hyemi... Didn't you say you'd be late today?"

"Y-Yeah. Work wrapped early."

"Sorry for the awful sight, Hyemi. We were doing some weird concept with Hyeun..."

Concept? Bullshit. You hypnotized her into that state for rape—think I don't know?

"S-Sorry, Hyemi! I've kept this side hidden 'cause it's embarrassing..."

"...Huh?"

No way, Unni? I'd just confirmed the protagonist, but her normal expression muddled me.

Maybe he's just her boyfriend, and this was wild concept sex?

"What's with the milk? Pregnant?"

"Ugh, I didn't wanna explain. She begged for monster-drug body mods for concept play..."

"Unni!? You okay? Any side effects? Why do that...?"

"Uh, well..."

"You think straight in front of your sister, huh. Embarrassing, right?"

"Quiet. Figuring out what to say."

Now I was truly confused. Sure, it could all be hypnosis—even her "normal" talk.

Report then... but what if he's not?'

Unni's state was weird, but what if another culprit warped her personality? He's innocent boyfriend, real protagonist elsewhere?

"Got it. And you, Eunhyuk..."

"Yes?"

"I get it, so put some clothes on."

"Ah... Sorry."

I'd ignored him deliberately till now, but... handsome face, solid build, that intimidatingly huge dangling cock. Even sans hypnosis, women would flock.

'Snap out of it, Yoo Hyemi. Don't fall for tricks.'

Think rationally. Looks and demeanor irrelevant. Ignore Unni's words—they could be hypnotic residue.

To save her, stay sharp.

"...Almost misunderstood. Unni, do risky stuff like that again, and I'll really get mad."

"Y-Yeah. Sorry."

"...Unexpected. Weak to your sister, huh."

"Eunhyuk, what do I do? Dying of shame."

"You feel shame!?"

Did you erase her shame, you filthy rapist bastard?

I suppressed surging rage, anxiety, fear. Not now. Play dumb, get distance. Out the house, quiet report.

"I-I'm heading to the convenience store quick. Clean up while I'm gone..."

"W-Wait? Hey?"

Out fast, phone—call the center. What's the number?

'Sylph, anyone around?'

I touched the horn on my forehead, querying the spirit. Check if he's tailing.

'None. Thanks.'

A faint breeze confirmed. I dialed the Awakener Crime Reporting Center instantly.

Right—common sense: men don't awaken. Protagonist's the exception, slipping through. But give my name, push hard...

"Whoa, that was close."

"I'm A-rank hunter Yoo Hyemi of Yoo Chaerin Team. Info's correct, he's an awakener male—"

"Say it's a prank call."

Control vanished from my mouth. Insist he's male, file it—that ends the protagonist.

"Sorry, it's a... prank..."

No. Not a prank. He's the criminal!

"It was a prank call."

Beep-boop. As my words ended, Park Eunhyuk snatched my phone, ending the call.

So you are the protagonist.

"Let's say we saw nothing today. Such scary stuff happened Too Scary~"

Recent events erased from my mind. Familiar sensation—like burning past-life memories for spirit contracts.

"No, no..."

"Sorry. Didn't want to go this far. But I gotta survive too, right?"

Ah. Aah? Why... am I here?