Hunter's Sena Party (2)
"This should be enough, right?"
I'd neatly decorated the large room in the Facility with a romantic interior that any woman would love. White wallpaper, pastel-toned furniture. A studio apartment that didn't feel the least bit cramped, complete with an oversized bathroom. For a spot to lock up a single woman, it couldn't get any better than this.
I carefully laid the drugged-sleeping B-rank hunter Choi Ji-ae down on the bed. Then I dragged over the chain installed in the center of the studio ceiling and fastened it around her neck.
Choi Ji-ae slept peacefully. Black straight hair cascading down to her chest. A petite frame that barely cleared 150cm, perfectly proportioned to match. This was totally legal... How did such a tiny face end up with features in such perfect harmony? She looked like a sleeping angel.
But this angel had no arms.
Honestly, I could regrow them with the Super Regeneration I'd gotten from Kang Hae-bin. But where's the fun in that? Without arms, everyday life would naturally be a struggle—and if I helped her out in my monster human form, I wondered what Choi Ji-ae the hunter would think.
Curious, isn't it?
Come to think of it, she didn't operate solo; she partied up. Showing her corrupted self right in front of her teammates later would be fun too.
For now, though, I'd start slow—dangle the carrot first.
I stroked the sleeping Choi Ji-ae's hair, then left the room.
==
I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar ceiling. Clean and pure white. Pretty lights caught my eye first, then the long chain dangling down.
Following the chain with my gaze brought the room into view. It was decorated in that lovely style I'd only ever seen in photos.
My eyes traced the chain further... right to me. Pressure around my neck. No matter how I thought about it, that thing was connected to my neck right now.
The moment I reached up to try and undo whatever was bound there—
Nothing. I felt nothing.
"Ah..."
My vision blurred. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I wanted to wipe them, but I couldn't.
I lost. Couldn't do a damn thing.
What the hell was that black monster human I'd fought? And did it bring me here?
I couldn't imagine a monster human setting up a place like this, with decor like that.
Creeeak.
The door in the room swung open, and in lumbered a massive black monster human. Goosebumps erupted all over my body. Was this trauma? Just seeing that black monster made me tremble.
But the fear didn't last. The monster was holding something—food, I realized.
This thing has intelligence on a whole other level from those recent smart monster humans.
Normal monster humans were consumed by slaughter, mindless. Lately, some had emerged with animal-level smarts, sure—but kidnapping? Decorating a room? Preparing food?
No way...
The monster reached me, set a small table beside the bed for a moment, then extended a hand toward me.
I squeezed my eyes shut without thinking—but its touch was delicate as it gently propped me up, sliding a pillow behind my back. I ended up naturally sitting reclined against the headboard.
It placed the little table across my lap, revealing the food. Steam rose from a bowl of freshly made porridge. Small side dishes sat beside it, perfect for pairing.
Did it make this... for me?
The monster scooped a bit of porridge with a spoon, blew on it to cool it, then brought it to my lips once it was ready.
It wants me to eat, right...?
The monster mimed eating it itself, then offered the spoon again. No choice—I parted my lips, and in it went.
"Mm... nom nom. Huh? What the—why is this so good?"
Every porridge I'd ever had tasted like garbage now. The nutty rice melted smoothly in my mouth, perfectly seasoned, effortless to swallow. How the hell did it make porridge this delicious?
While I marveled at the flavor, another spoonful came. This one topped with braised beef.
Gulp. I swallowed without realizing.
"Ahh. Nom nom. Wow..."
I'd thought the seasoning was spot-on, so adding braised beef might make it salty—but nope. It harmonized in my mouth like they'd been meant to go together all along. Pure bliss.
As the monster stirred more porridge, my eyes drifted to the untouched perilla leaf salad. It nodded, tore off one leaf, and placed it on the spoon.
It peels them one at a time, huh.
Before I knew it, the bowl was empty. First time I'd ever felt disappointed that porridge was gone.
It handed me a water bottle—straw already inserted. I drank without hassle.
"Tha... nk..."
Should I say thanks...?
The words caught in my throat. Logically, this was the monster that severed my arms—the same one now delicately wiping my mouth with a napkin.
Kidnapped me, fed me delicious porridge, gave me water, wiped my mouth. My head was a mess.
Still, not dying was a plus, at least.
The monster cleared the table—then suddenly scooped me up.
"Kyaa!"
It sat on the bed, leaned back, pulled me into an embrace, and began stroking my back. Stroke, stroke.
No way.
This monster was treating me like a newborn baby.
Is it trying to burp me?
I am small. Tiny, even. But not baby small. Burping? Ridiculous—
"Urrrp... hic!"
Its hand stopped stroking my back. It looked down at me, nodded, then smoothly lay sideways on the bed.
I ended up nestled in its arms. Now it stroked my head.
Okay, now it's lullaby time? I know better—no way I'm sleeping. Kidnapped, remember? Can't just peacefully snooze like— Zzz...
==
I definitely passed out from the fight. Big battle, total exhaustion. Yeah, that's it. For sure.
I woke to a dusky figure in front of me. Probably the monster's body.
Waking up was good, but there was a huge problem: I desperately needed to pee.
What do I do? It's urgent.
I tried wriggling free to stand, but its arms held me tight—immovable.
"Urrgh!"
I kicked hard with Shock Absorption active, channeling the absorbed energy to barely break free, then bolted for what looked like the bathroom door.
Luckily, it was. I scanned for the toilet, reached to yank down my pants—
"Ah..."
Hunter pants for fieldwork. Tight-fitting, feature-packed—pain to put on, hell to take off.
Even with hands, they sucked. Without? Impossible.
My bladder screamed.
What now?! Wake the monster to help? No, too embarrassing. Peeing my pants is the same damn thing!
First, wake it. I strained to hurry out—clank! The chain snagged on the doorframe.
Ching! It tautened.
"Gack!"
Thud!
Pain wracked my neck, breath cut off—I toppled backward.
Shhhhhhh...
I lost control. Pants soaked, yellow pooling on the floor.
Tears welled up. My body couldn't do anything.
The noise had woken the monster—it stared at me. Shame burned; I turned away.
It approached. Squatted before me, gently wiped my tears.
Then slipped hands under my armpits, lifted me up. My legs trembled, weak; droplets pattered down, humiliation surging.
Its huge hands tugged at my pants to remove them. Spinning me around to fiddle— I couldn't help it; laughter bubbled out.
"Pfft!"
It froze mid-search.
Oh god, now it looks like I'm mocking it...
Riiip!
"Kyaa!"
It grabbed both pant legs and just tore them off.
Do you know how expensive those were?!
Pants gone, it nodded proudly. Eyes shifted to my top.
"Wait—!"
Riiip!
"Ha..."
No hesitation—it shredded my top too. Now just underwear.
It hooked my panties, slid them down. My most private parts exposed for the first time to another.
Mortifying, but defying it might mean who-knows-what, so I stayed quiet.
Down to my ankles—I stepped out one foot at a time.
Bra was sports-style, pulled off overhead. Probably next to rip.
Click. Sound at my neck. The chain unfastened.
Why rip the top then?
Underwear gone—I stood naked. Wanted to cover up, but no hands.
It grabbed a towel from the bathroom, tossed it over the puddle, then princess-carried me inside.
Huge tub; it turned on the water, tested the temp, then stepped in holding me—back-hugging style.
Wait, so the black monster's always naked under there?
The tub filled fast with perfectly warm water. It auto-stopped at the right level.
Drip... drip... Only water drops echoed in the quiet.
So embarrassing... so awkward...
Time passed; it stood, sat me on a small stool. Shower time began.
It washed me meticulously, careful not to startle. I just sat; my body got clean.
Never showered with anyone since childhood baths with my parents. Now with this monster? What was even happening?
It toweled me dry, sat me at the vanity, blow-dried my hair. None of it made sense. What was this black monster thinking?
Hair dry, it carried me back to bed. Stroking resumed.
No sleeping this time. Hold out. Hold... Zzz...
The post-half-bath shower languor was impossible to fight.