Hunter Supporter Kang Hae-bin (5): Why Did It End Up Like This?
Kang Hae-bin couldn't believe the scene unfolding before her eyes. Her husband, Kim Jung-jin, knelt on the floor in front of her, tears streaming down his face.
In the end, Kim Jung-jin had secretly taken out loans using her ID, bank book, seal, and all sorts of other things behind her back. Private loans too. The amount came to a staggering 1 billion won. And he'd blown through it all in just one week. On Bitcoin, no less. Today was the deadline for his body pledge contract. Meaning he had to pay back 3 billion won today. But after borrowing another billion, all he had left was a 4 billion won debt. He hadn't even come home last night, only showing up this afternoon to kneel and beg for forgiveness.
Where had it all gone wrong? Why had he changed like this? At first, things had been so innocent and sweet between them. They were childhood sweethearts. Back in school, stealing glances at each other—that time had been pure bliss too. Even when she became a magical girl and fought for the world, he'd waited for her, giving her strength. And when she retired from being a magical girl, he'd proposed to her. She'd been so happy then. He'd brought her nothing but joy. So who was this man kneeling and apologizing to her now? Was he really the one who'd filled her life with happiness? When had he turned into this?
In just three short weeks, he'd plunged her into despair. Amid his sobs, another sound cut through the air. Heavy footsteps. Ding-dong~ She slowly walked to the door and opened it. A massive black man loomed over her.
"Eek!" Kim Jung-jin recoiled at the sight of the black man.
"You got the 3 billion? No, make it 4 billion, all ready?"
The house fell deathly silent.
"No choice then. Guess that body's mine now? Man, bad business. Human flesh ain't worth that much these days anyway."
"P-please, spare me! I don't wanna die!!"
Kim Jung-jin crawled forward and clung to the black man's leg.
"Hey, it's 4 billion. Even if we sold your whole body, it'd fetch maybe 200 million tops. Huh? How the hell you gonna make 4 billion?"
Kim Jung-jin's eyes darted desperately around the room before locking onto me.
"My wife, Kang Hae-bin—she's a magical girl!! You could make bank fucking a magical girl!! Right?! Sex with a magical girl—that's huge news!!!"
"...Jung-jin?"
"You'll see when you look at my wife—her body's insane. Right? Those tits and hips are massive. And she's so pure, gets all shy and cute about it? Plus, a magical girl? That'll rake in the cash, yeah? So I don't die, right? The extra billion's in my wife's name anyway!"
"...You're lying, right?"
The man who'd always encouraged her, comforted her. The one who'd cheered her on during her magical girl days. And now he was selling her out. Exposing that she was a magical girl. Offering up her body to this stranger. Pathetic. Revolting. Disgusting. Who the hell was this Jung-jin standing in front of her?
Even a week ago, I'd thought he was trash. But now, spewing this crap right in front of his wife without batting an eye? He wasn't even recyclable garbage anymore—just pure waste. Trying to sell off his own wife. Not just that, but bragging about her being a magical girl, saying she'd fetch top dollar because magical girls are special.
I looked at Kang Hae-bin the supporter. Her eyes were dead. Lifeless, the only sign she was still alive was the tears streaming from them.
"Oh yeah? Kang Hae-bin's a magical girl? Got any proof?"
"It's true! I've seen it with my own eyes plenty of times! Hae-bin! Transform quick! You can still do it, right?!"
No reaction from Kang Hae-bin the supporter, despite his shouts. He suddenly stood and slapped her hard across the cheek.
Slap!!
"Hey!! Your husband's talking—listen up!!"
Her head turned from the blow, but she stayed still. Enraged, Kim Jung-jin grabbed her hair and yanked her up. I couldn't watch anymore. I seized his wrist—the one gripping Kang Hae-bin—and twisted hard.
"Gaaahhh!!!"
Crack! A gruesome sound echoed from Kim Jung-jin's wrist. Probably his bones shattering. He let go of Kang Hae-bin's hair, screaming in agony.
"That's enough. Fine, I get what you're saying. I'll take Kang Hae-bin. But don't think that clears your full 4 billion debt."
I grabbed his jaw with one hand and hoisted him up. The height difference lifted his feet off the ground.
"Guh... kkh."
He clawed at my hand in pain. I leaned in close to his face.
"Listen up. Yeah, I'm buying her body—but that'll just cover the 1 billion in her name. The remaining 3 billion? You earn it and pay back, by any means necessary. My guys'll be watching."
I let go, and he crashed to the floor. Kim Jung-jin bolted out of the house. The place fell silent in an instant.
"Haa..."
I turned. Kang Hae-bin the supporter was still crying, shock rendering her unresponsive. My plan had gone off the rails a bit. Sure, I meant to corrupt her. Gradually twist the pure girl she used to be. Use the debt as an excuse for sex—that was all part of it. But Kim Jung-jin turned out to be even bigger trash than I'd imagined. What kind of idiot says that shit right in front of his wife?
Kang Hae-bin, who'd been frozen, started shaking at the shoulders and sobbing openly. After a while, she seemed to pull herself together enough to speak.
"Th-then... what about me...?"
My thug persona plan was shot. The slow corruption via threats? That needed a netorare target to make it fun. But then a better idea hit. Seduce Kang Hae-bin the supporter as my real self. This black body was just for raw pleasure anyway. No husband role? Fine, I'd fill it. First things first—fuck our busty milf and think later.
I slid the strap of her milf-look dress off her shoulder.
"Eek!"
Her hidden breasts spilled into view. She raised her hands to cover them, but I blocked her. They felt even bigger than they'd seemed. A sports bra-like undergarment compressed them like a bandage. Ready to burst. At least a G-cup. No patience—I ripped it apart with both hands. No time to waste unclasping.
As the fabric tore, her tits bounced free. Not kidding, I swear I heard them slosh. She covered her face with both hands. Massive breasts, smooth skin, cute areolas hiding inverted nipples. Perfect.
I cupped them from below. Heavy in my palms, overflowing my hands and spilling to the sides. I started kneading.
"Hngh!"
I stroked softly from the outer curves, inching toward the center. Reached the areolas. Teased around the hidden nipples with my fingers. Then my mouth—tickled them with my tongue. After a bit, her body trembled faintly. That signal meant climax. I latched on, sucking hard while pinching and pulling a nipple with one hand.
"Haaaaahhh!!"
The inverted nipples popped out as she shuddered through orgasm. Limp, she leaned into me. Cumming from tits alone? She must be pent up.
I scooped her up princess-style.
"Eh...?"
Straight to the bedroom. Tossed her onto the bed.
"Kyaa!"
Stripped my pants, slapped my cock on her face. It covered her eyes completely.
"I-is this... thing that big...?"
Her voice shook. Guess Kim Jung-jin's dick was trash too.
"Suck."
Her small mouth opened, cute tongue lapping at my cock. The sight ignited my lust. I'd wanted to pound her nonstop, and that tiny tongue teasing pleasure? Couldn't hold back. I lifted her body, positioned her head at the bed's edge, tilted back.
"Eh?"
I stepped off the bed, looking down. Her head dangled perfectly for deepthroating. Pressed my throbbing cock to her lips. She twisted away. Done waiting—I grabbed her head with one hand, squeezed a dangling tit hard with the other.
"Kyaaahh—mmph!!! Mmph!!"
Her scream from the pain stretched her mouth. I shoved in. Her tiny mouth wrapped my cock in warmth. Her wriggling tongue amped the pleasure. I savored her mouth, then thrust deeper. Her eyes widened as it advanced; she pushed my thighs. Futile. My cock slid past her throat.
Visible bulge in her neck. Hot.
"Guh! Glrk!!"
Her throat gripped me tight. Sluurp—thrust! Her body jolted. Those bouncing tits were erotic as hell. She kept pushing my legs. Kinda cute. Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!
"Guh!! Hngh!! Heuk!!"
Grabbed both tits, lifted them as I pistoned fast. Her neck bulging with my cock, her convulsing body. Climax hit quick—I slammed balls-deep and unloaded.
Spurt—spluuurt!!! Splurt!
Spent, I looked down. Her pushing hands went limp, body spasming. Pulled out—she hacked up semen. Cough! Eyes rolled back, cum spewing, coating her face. Still pouring out. Half her face drowned already. Bubbles at her nose for air—hot. But awkward position now.
"Snap out of it, Kang Hae-bin."
"Kehok! S-sorry."
"Shower first. Come out naked."
"...Yes."
She came to, wiped her face roughly, staggered to the bathroom on shaky legs. Quick shower—emerged nude, hands covering privates shyly. The tight milf dress had hugged her curves, but naked? Way hotter. G-cup tits rivaled by her wide hips. Barely any belly fat, just a cute pouch.
"You said you're a magical girl?"
"..."
"Transform."
She eyed me with humiliated shame, then light glowed from her body. Transformation complete.
"Whoa... fucking hot."
Her shoulder-length brown hair grew to ass-length waves. Her already innocent, sparkling eyes enlarged, starry like the night sky. The highlight? Her outfit. Bikini dress? Underwear-exposed gown? No... wait. It was a normal dress originally. Her huge tits and hips had ripped it open. The size was tiny—looked like an adult squeezing into a kid's uniform.
Kang Hae-bin stood there, mortified. Guess it didn't resize from her childhood magical girl days. No wonder it didn't fit now. What was once cute and pretty now exposed everything—tits, hips, undies—due to her grown body. Still sexy as hell. But she didn't think so. She glared at me, on the verge of tears.
Time to drown that face in pleasure.
"Lie down, spread your legs, and beg."
She flinched, slowly approached the bed, lay down. Legs parted, hands over her face.
"...P-please... have s-sex with this married magical girl buried in debt."
She didn't know the really dirty words yet—teach her later. I shoved her panties aside, rammed my rock-hard cock deep into her pussy.
"Haaaaaaaahhh!! ♥"