Hunter Academy Song Yu-na (2)

"Hunter Kwon Yong-jin, I'm so sorry!"

Song Yu-na came running up to me while I was playing a mobile game in the park near Hunter Academy. We'd planned to have dinner tonight to talk about guild matters. I handed her a bottle of cool water as she panted for breath, and she bowed her head gratefully before taking it.

"Was the road backed up?"

"Ah, yeah. There must've been an accident up ahead."

Song Yu-na took a sip and collected herself. That's when I noticed her outfit. Short denim shorts, a white off-shoulder blouse, and even light makeup. She'd put more effort into her appearance than I'd expected.

"I see. But how long are you gonna keep ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠using formal speech?"

"Yes. I mean, no?! Well, you're a professor. And a senior too."

"We're not at Hunter Academy. Let's drop the formalities—I wasn't looking to stand on ceremony anyway."

"Uh... okay."

She looked hesitant but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠eventually nodded and switched to casual speech.

"I've got a reservation, so let's head out."

"Yeah. I mean, okay!"

We arrived at ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the restaurant and entered the reserved private room.

"Whoa... this is so good."

"How is it? Good?"

"Yeah. I've never had anything like this before."

Seeing her eat with such a blissful expression made even me feel proud of how delicious it must be.

"You decided faster than I thought. So, what's your answer?"

"Mmmph. Yeah, I'll join Black Tree Guild. But... are you sure it's really okay?"

"Great. No issues at all. Just keep working hard like you are."

"U-uh, okay..."

"Don't worry about it. For now, just enjoy the food. Oh, do you drink?"

"I love drinking!"

Her eyes lit up at the mention of alcohol.

"Cool. Ever heard of Scuma?"

"Scuma? First time hearing that name."

Of course. It's a special brew made by my brother Sang-min using top-tier narcotic ingredients. Not that I'm trying to ruin her with it. Dumping in straight narcotics would knock her out flat—and probably get me killed by Hae-bin. So this version has all the addictive components removed. The first time I tried it, the flavor and aroma felt like pure heaven. Its real hook? It gets you drunk instantly. Once you reach a certain level as a magical girl, hunter, or monster human, regular alcohol just doesn't work anymore. You drink to get buzzed, but strength makes that impossible. Scuma targets that weakness perfectly. Of course, it's ridiculously expensive.

"It's super rare and pricey, so that explains it."

"If you say it's expensive... this feels kinda burdensome."

"Nah, no worries. Here, smell it first."

I poured half a glass of Scuma and handed it to her.

"Hmmm...? Whoa, what is this?"

She brought the glass to her nose, inhaled, and jolted in surprise. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she pressed the glass to her glossy lips and took a sip.

".....Sluuuuurp... Haaaaah..."

She held it in her mouth, savoring the aroma fully, then swallowed.

"Haaah..."

"Whoa... this is insanely good..."

She stared wide-eyed at the Scuma in her glass.

"Glad you like it."

As we kept eating and she downed more Scuma, her face flushed bright red in no time.

==

At some point, I blacked out.

Scuma, was it? That stuff made every other drink I'd ever had taste like garbage. I couldn't hold back. Delicious food, delicious booze, and great conversation—no brakes. I had no idea how potent Scuma was since I'd never gotten drunk from drinking before, but for the first time, I felt it hit. That's probably why it was so fun. I drifted in a hazy, happy buzz.

I was enjoying the fog when a cold breeze snapped me awake a bit. I was piggybacked on someone.

'Yong-jin...?'

Memories flooded back. I'd passed out drunk during dinner, and he'd carried me out.

'So embarrassing...'

Eating dinner with someone and conking out mid-drink? Mortifying.

'Wait...!'

My eyes flew open. I'd woken to the cold wind, but now an unfamiliar ceiling loomed above me.

'When did I pass out again...?'

More memories surfaced. I'd woken briefly to the chill, then dozed off again on Yong-jin's warm back.

'No way, is this a m-motel?!'

I glanced around. Bed, TV, small table, bathroom in the corner—total motel vibes.

Shhhhhh.

'Eek...!'

Shower running from the bathroom. And there—his clothes.

'What do I do?! Did he bring me to a m-motel?!'

The shower cut off abruptly, replaced by the sound of him toweling off. As my panicked thoughts swirled, the bathroom door creaked open. I squeezed my eyes shut and pretended to sleep.

'What do I do? I have to refuse...!'

Footsteps approached—Yong-jin. He lifted my arms above my head like a surrender pose and started pulling up my blouse.

"W-wait a second!!!"

"Whoa, you scared me."

"Stop!"

He released the blouse and stepped back. Thank god. I'd worried I couldn't fend him off if he forced it, but he backed off cleanly.

"I think there's a misunderstanding."

"M-misunderstanding?! A motel, showering, trying to t-take off my clothes...!"

"Hmm... maybe start with that blouse you're wearing?"

"What are you—ugh...!"

I looked down. Vomit stains on the front. The smell hit me. Foggy memories cleared.

"Ah..."

Heat flooded my face from sheer humiliation.

"You remember now?"

"...Yeah."

"Can you take off the blouse and jeans? Put this on for now."

He handed me a bathrobe and turned away.

'Ugh...'

I stripped off the vomit-soaked clothes and slipped into the robe, then called him.

"...Here."

"Feeling better?"

I nodded. Too ashamed to speak. Blacking out wasn't enough—I'd puked too.

"Sorry... I'm too embarrassed to even say anything."

"Don't sweat it."

Was it the booze, the mood, the location? I blurted something I'd never say sober.

"Um... can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"Do you wanna fuck me?"

"...Huh?"

He looked stunned.

"Everyone around me always says they wanna fuck me. Rape me. Stuff like that."

The truth was, after breaking up with Shin-woo and transferring schools, I'd been bullied in high school. I'd delivered printouts to a boy on a teacher's errand, and some girl spread rumors I'd hit on a guy with a girlfriend. Word spread like wildfire—I was called a slut, pointed at. That's when I vowed to shine brighter than anyone by 20. I awakened as a hunter right after graduating and entered Hunter Academy. But my weak abilities made it hell—until I met Shin-woo. He'd awakened at 21, five years after our last meeting. Taller, more reliable than the kid I'd known. Attending Hunter Academy together lifted my spirits. We gossiped, ate, hung out. I knew he'd had a crush on me back then. I'd felt it too. But we had to part. Or so I'd thought—our paths crossed again at the academy. At first, it thrilled me. But over time, doubts crept in. Did Shin-woo really like me? It felt like an invisible wall; he only opened up so far. Then one day, heading to meet him, I overheard him with a classmate.

I knew he was embarrassed—still shy despite the height. But it hurt. Everyone else wanted to fuck me, so why did he see me that way? Was I just unappealing? Were the others lying? If the closest person thought that, what was I?

My mind wandered too far. The new booze? My head wouldn't clear. And my ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stomach burned, my core itching.

Why was I saying this to Yong-jin, whom I'd met twice?

"Hmph...!"

I snapped to—kissing him. His warm tongue caressed my mouth softly. Slick tangling. Lips parted slowly.

"How's that? Answer enough?"

My first kiss. The soft sensation lingered.

'No, this is wrong...'

My mind screamed to stop, but my body ignited.

Eyes met. Kiss resumed.

'Kissing feels... so good...'

His hand stroked my hair gently. Mouth and scalp sensations melted me. He took his time, considerate.

'A man's... a man's tongue...'

I'd only held hands before; now a man's tongue invaded, shaking my sanity.

'Refuse. End at kissing. I like Sh-Shin-woo.'

Smack, slurp.

'Ahh... thoughts blurring... Kissing this good...? No... stop.'

Slurp, smack.

"Haa... hnn...!"

Something burst in my heating core—a small spasm.

"Yu-na, came from kissing alone? Cute."

'C-came...? M-me?'

Squeeze.

"Haht!"

His finger pressed my pussy. No way this ended at kissing.

Rub, rub. Over panties, as the kiss continued.

'Going crazy... why so arousing...? Never felt this with Shin-woo... hnn...'

New sensations drowned coherent thought.

"Lift your hips."

His deep voice—I obeyed without protest. Cool air on my lower half.

Thud. His cock landed on my stomach.

'F-first time seeing a guy's dick... That big normally...? It fit? Won't tear? No, what am I thinking? Stop. Say stop.'

"W-wai—"

Splat!! Thud thud.

"KyaAAAAAHHHHHH!"

'I-it's in... g-gave my virginity to someone I've met twice...'

Stab, stab, stab.

"Hahht. Ahng."

'Should've refused from the start... How am I fucking someone not Shin-woo? S-stop now.'

"S-stop. End it h—mmph!"

Pushing him away mid-protest—he kissed me, silencing. Something poured in.

Slosh. Familiar scent—Scuma from dinner.

'F-fuck it... Sex... feels too good...'

Squelch squelch squelch squelch!

His hips sped—pleasure whipped my mind.

"C-coming... cummming...!"

"Me too. Hold on a sec."

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"W-wait, not inside, nooo!!"

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Thunk!

"HiiIIIYYYYAAAAAHHH!"

Spurt spurt spurt!

Splurt!

"Haa... haa... hi..."

Splurt splurt.

'Haa... h-hot... womb full of cum...'

"Haa... hnn..."

Cum leaking from my womb through my pussy triggered climax—I blacked out.