Hunter Supporter Kang Hae-bin (7)
Evenings with Yong-jin were pure bliss. Despite my recent divorce from my ex-husband and the string of misfortunes that followed, these moments with him were my sole escape into joy. His looks were beyond compare—handsomer than any celebrity—and his subtle gestures revealed just how deeply he cared for me. Before I knew it, I found myself counting down the hours until our next meeting, wondering if he'd drop by the Association today.
We'd just shared another delightful dinner, and I was heading home with him by my side. Ding. A faint chime from my phone in my bag. My hand, clutching it, began to tremble uncontrollably.
"You okay? Sounded like a notification just went off," Yong-jin said, glancing toward my bag. Without thinking, I twisted away, hiding it from view.
"Oh, sorry! Was that annoying?"
"No, not at all! Should we say goodbye here? We're almost at my place anyway..."
"Sure. Tonight was wonderful, Hae-bin."
I watched him flash that radiant smile and walk away, then fumbled out my shaking phone. Sure enough, a message from that monster human. It ordered me to come home at once. Tonight, like always, I'd go to him and let him defile me. Staring at Yong-jin's fading silhouette, I ached to chase after him right then—begging for help, protection, salvation. But the thought of showing this sullied, grotesque side of myself to someone living such a shining life terrified me beyond words.
The moment I stepped inside, there he was: the monster human. Towering over two meters, his muscular frame painted pitch-black, sprawled naked on the sofa with legs splayed wide, his cock standing erect.
"What're you waiting for? Come suck it."
"Ngh...!"
I approached and dropped to my knees. Tilting my head up, I faced his repulsive dick. Forcing down my disgust, I parted my lips and began licking it with my tongue.
"Haa..."
"Guhk!"
Suddenly, a massive, thick hand seized my head and rammed his cock down my throat. He gripped tighter and started pistoning my skull like I was nothing but a fleshlight, ignoring my gags and chokes. I couldn't breathe; my vision blurred as consciousness slipped away. The last thing I felt was his hot cum flooding my throat as I blacked out.
I woke the next morning alone in bed. The master bedroom was a wreck—every inch of the sheets soaked, my body drenched in sticky semen like I'd been hosed down. Vague memories surfaced: impaled on his cock, moaning like a whore. Disgusting. So utterly revolting. As I straightened the blankets, I collapsed, tears streaming down my face. I'd racked up a 10 billion won debt because of that bastard ex-husband, and now I was whoring myself out to a monster human. With my magical girl powers gone, what could I even do? Was I doomed to serve him forever?
If so... Dark thoughts clouded my mind. Then Yong-jin's face flashed in my head. Maybe... just maybe he'd understand, no matter how filthy I am? I could tell him—beg him to save me from this hell. Clutching that resolve, I headed to the living room for my phone.
Slam. My body crashed to the floor, pinned by an invisible force like a giant hand crushing me from above. Looking up, the monster human loomed over me.
"Wh-what the h-hell...?"
This mana flow. This power. No doubt about it.
"Surprised? It's my ability."
"Liar!! Th-this is..."
"Your magical girl power?"
"You... knew?"
"That my ability steals others' powers."
"...Ah."
He crouched, pressing his face to my ear.
"You had that determined look. Planning to ask that guy you met yesterday for help?"
"H-how...?"
"I told you—I watch you always. Tell him, and everything you've done comes out."
He pulled out his phone, showing videos of our filthy encounters. He played one: me, riding him wildly, moaning like a slut. I squeezed my eyes shut.
"See? Even you think it's ugly, right? So cheap."
During our sessions, he'd forced drugs and narcotics on me; I was often out of my mind. Seeing it now, I looked utterly depraved.
"Wanna bet?"
"..."
"One month. Obey my every command for a month, and you're free."
He waved the phone.
"No harm to that guy, no confessions—just things only you can do. I'll delete these, wipe the debt, and you go back to normal life."
Strength surged through me. One month. Just endure, and I could be with Yong-jin normally.
"If you come crawling back after, you're my slave forever. Deal?"
He was untouchable, stealing powers like that—cheating beyond reason. Best to play along, survive the month, keep my shame from Yong-jin. We struck the bet. First order: live with him here.
Day after day, he fucked me relentlessly—during meals, showers, everything. Heading to work? He'd stuff vibrators in my pussy and clamp my tits. Even dates with Yong-jin got ruined; wherever he watched from, he'd activate the toys mid-conversation or dinner.
One day, I nearly got caught. Walking home together, I collapsed in orgasm on the street. Yong-jin panicked, thinking I was sick, almost dragging me to the hospital. If we'd gone, they'd have found the toys and pegged me as a pervert.
All day teasing pleasure, then home for his massive cock—intense ecstasy had me clinging and screaming. Two weeks passed like that. My clothes grew sluttier—not really; my tits and hips swelled from our sessions, old underwear no longer fitting.
One day at the Association, Yong-jin saw me and flushed, averting his eyes. I knew instantly: lust. And for the first time, it thrilled me. He finally sees me that way.
By week three, milk leaked from my breasts—drugs he'd injected, he said. Sex grew rougher: choking till I blacked out, punching for pain, endless pounding even unconscious. That's when I started breaking.
Yong-jin met me as usual but blushed more that day. Over dinner, I asked why. "You seem... more beautiful, sexier somehow." Probably pheromones from the milk. We grew closer—while the monster ramped up the brutality.
Final week hit, and suddenly... nothing. He ignored me, vegging on TV and games. He's bored. Ecstasy washed over me. One week left—my win. No more rough fucks. Blissed out, I headed to work toy-free.
But something felt off. My pussy itched all day; I squirmed. Dates with Yong-jin? Distracted, unfulfilled. The week dragged emptily. Morning came; he was gone, phone left behind with our videos. Free at last.
Overjoyed, I scheduled dinner with Yong-jin. I'd ignored the withdrawal from a month of constant sex. Wine loosened me up—pussy drooling, nipples leaking milk through my swollen tits. I couldn't hold back. Casually mentioned my place was empty; he got the hint and followed me home.
Then disaster. Cozy on the sofa with wine and TV... a weird voice from the screen.
"Huh? What was that weird voice?"
"...Ah?"
That unforgettable timbre boomed from the TV. I mashed the remote—nothing. It wouldn't turn off.
"Aaaahhn♥ F-feels so gooood♥ P-pussy feels amaaazing♥♥"
"Nooooooo!!"
The massive screen blared me—whorishly grinding on the monster, ass shaking lewdly. I wailed, trying to block it with my body, but the TV was too big.
Exposed... My slutty side, right in front of Yong-jin...
I crumpled before the TV, sobbing uncontrollably. He'd despise me. Call me a whore. I couldn't face him—his expression, that look in his eyes...
The living room echoed with my depraved moans. Thud. Footsteps. Please just leave quietly. Abandon me without a word.
Then warm arms enveloped me.
"Ah..."
Yong-jin held me tenderly.
"Sniff... I'm sorry... so sorry, Yong-jin... This body's filthy... I sold it to a monster human... Sob..."
He said nothing, just stroked my hair, comforting me. Calmed at last, I confessed everything.
"You've been through hell, haven't you? You did well."
Those words melted away my misery like snow.
"I'll catch that monster human. Get revenge. Make him regret what he did to you, Hae-bin."
I knew he was stronger than any before, but somehow... Yong-jin could win.
That night, we started dating. Days with him were paradise—dates, trips, handling hunter work together. Our first time was heaven: gentle, loving, unlike the monster's brutality. I fell deeper.
But emptiness crept in. Sex with Yong-jin didn't fill it. Naturally, the monster surfaced in my thoughts. No—my body's just hooked. Yong-jin's better!
Our 100th day arrived. He planned a gift trip; I took a week off. Pumped, we reached a seaside villa—his friend's private spot, a secluded beach for us.
Inside, he blindfolded me. "Trust me." I held his hand to a room. What surprise? Proposal...? He laid me on the bed: "Wait here. Gotta step out." Earplugs blocked sound; he vanished.
Time dragged. Worried, I reached for the blindfold—hands grabbed mine.
He's back!
He raised my arms overhead. What's this? Legs parted slightly—clink! Clink! Clink!
"Huh...?"
Panicking, I tugged—bound tight.
"Y-Yong-jin?"
Earplugs yanked; a voice.
"Yong-jin? Me??"
Chills exploded. That voice pierced me—the monster's.
Blindfold off. He loomed above.
"Wha—?! How'd you get here?! W-where's Yong-jin?!"
He'd said he'd return. Now his form: blood-smeared, inhuman.
"N-no way."
"Don't worry~ Didn't kill our Yong-jin. Just crippled him for life. Skip recovery potions, though? Might die."
"Noooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!"