Crazy Bitch
After splashing his face with icy winter water, Seong Ye-han finally calmed down enough to hear what the hell had happened. Shin Ye-hwa, shrinking under his suddenly menacing aura, mumbled through the day's events like a scolded child.
It was the kind of reckless stunt that could be spun as bold action or sheer lunacy—either way, it gave Seong Ye-han a throbbing headache.
"Haa..."
He let out a deep sigh, exhaling the breath he'd drawn in just as deeply. His original plan—to track down the brainwasher with mind-control powers and hijack their ability to fully claim Shin Ye-hwa—went straight into the trash the moment things kicked off. As the saying goes, plans are the first casualty in battle. Spot on.
Still, it wasn't all bad. For one, Shin Ye-hwa now had solid proof of his Heroine Hunter ability. Otherwise, she never would've ditched the Eternal Guild—where even a demoted version of her could've lived like royalty—and crashed at his shoebox apartment, as she put it.
Snagging one of Korea's four S-rank hunters (minus that criminal scum) was a massive win, no question.
The issue? She was public enemy number one right now. But fixing that wouldn't be hard. Let her lay low for half a year, drop a heartfelt national apology, reclaim her S-rank status, and boom—done. Hell, she might even get a hero's welcome. The fallen S-rank villainess redeems herself and rises again? Classic cliché, but it always sells.
Whether her personality actually improved was debatable. Hell, if she just kept her mouth shut, she'd be halfway there. Sure, some haters would never let go till they or she kicked the bucket. But how many celebrities escape that fate?
"Gotta talk to Lee Yun..."
First name that popped up: Lee Yun, naturally. No clue how loaded she really was, but she'd openly offered sponsorship to a promising awakener like him. She could handle this. And if she knew he could drag Shin Ye-hwa back to S-rank glory? She'd probably bend over backward to sweeten the deal.
Originally planned to stick at the company till month's end, but quitting on the spot might be the move now.
With his thoughts roughly sorted, his eyes fell again on the apartment's wreckage and Shin Ye-hwa's oddly deflated form.
"First things first, gotta clean up this disaster..."
She flinched at his words, reacting before she could stop herself. Where was the psycho bitch who'd pulverized an A-rank hunter in one go? Probably wrecked by getting railed, overpowered, and bawling her eyes out.
"..."
Yeah, that'd humble anyone. Maybe treat her a bit gentler from now on... Seong Ye-han vowed, but the thought shattered in under five minutes.
As they finally started tidying—late as hell—his patience stacked up watching her sit there like a lump, staring blankly without lifting a finger. What the fuck did she pack that filled the place like this? Unpacking her stuff revealed a haul of glossy luxury goods: designer shoes, bags, jewelry. No actual clothes, though.
"Holy shit, you really are a crazy bitch."
"You trash! You called me a crazy bitch again?!"
Shin Ye-hwa exploded at his blunt fastball, but when he glared back, she flinched—then doubled down, pride wounded. She even unleashed her special ability, the one she couldn't use last time, pressuring him hard. Sure, his specs outclassed hers now, but a fully alert Shin Ye-hwa wasn't getting pinned like before.
Luckily, he held the ultimate trump card: he was the guy who could restore her to S-rank. And she knew it damn well. All the threats in the world, and she'd still crumple if he pushed. Game was tilted from the start.
Plus, one quick way to end the spat.
"Trash! I'm selling all this crap back!"
She wasn't some airheaded bimbo obsessed with luxury—she'd grabbed what she could to build a safety net, knowing she'd burn every bridge by storming out like that.
"You... got more brains than I thought."
"What?"
"Nah, you spout off bullshit nobody asked for, making enemies left and right—I figured your head was full of hot air."
Thwack! His insult triggered a lightning-fast punch from Shin Ye-hwa. He blocked it effortlessly. Reminder: his raw power edged her out now, and she wasn't really trying to hurt him anyway.
He gripped her fist tight—solid power behind it. The strength radiating from his hand made her cheeks flush despite herself.
This bitch... what's going through her head for that reaction?
"Ah... nothing."
"Nothing my ass... You were a virgin till last week, and now you're this horny?"
"I said it's not like that!"
Bam!
"Guh!"
Her punch landed harder than expected this time, toppling the half-sorted piles again.
"Fuck..."
The curse slipped out. Midnight cleanup dragged on way longer than planned.
Deep into the night. Cleanup finally done—if you could call stacking her crap in one corner to make walking space "done." Best they could manage now.
Working with Shin Ye-hwa had drained him more than expected, leaving him feeling burned out as he sprawled starfish-style on the cold floor. The chill soothed his weary body somewhat, but he dragged himself up eventually. Tempting to pass out, but sleeping naked in winter without heat or blankets? Even an awakener's body had limits.
Shin Ye-hwa? She'd showered ages ago while he finished up and hunkered down in the back room. Fast and useless—that bitch. Her "help" was straight-up destructive. Judging by her vibe, she sucked at all housework.
Seong Ye-han already sensed the dark clouds looming over their cohabitation future.
Thud-thud.
Shoving grim thoughts aside and ignoring bone-deep laziness, he showered and entered the room. A massive bed dominated the space—how the hell did it fit in this shoebox? Big enough for three, easy. Shin Ye-hwa lay on one side, back turned, bundled under thick covers. Her curves asserted themselves even so. Killer body, always, but tonight's Seong Ye-han was running on fumes.
If he'd had any juice left, he'd have mounted her from behind, kneading those full tits till his heart's content, then plunged deep into her ready wetness... But nope. Done. Kaput.
The bed's unfamiliar fluffiness lulled him—eyes drooping in cozy bliss. Sharing with Shin Ye-hwa? Whatever. He'd seen it all; just crashing here, no biggie.
As sleep claimed him, an unexpected interruption slithered in.
Wriggle. Swish—
Faint vibrations and fabric rustling. A presence creeping closer. Cracking one eye, he spotted Shin Ye-hwa glaring sulkily.
Expecting him to pounce like last time? Fat chance. Too wiped. He feigned sleep. Still gotta clock in tomorrow. Paid leave tempted him earlier, but last-minute no-shows pissed off everyone, end-of-year slacker or not. Empathy, people—basic shit.
But the beast who'd invaded his den didn't give a damn about his resolve.
Swish. Swish—
The rustling grew louder.
"Hey, trash."
Warmth tickled his ear as she sidled up. Trash really stuck, huh? Self-inflicted, sure, but he'd change that title someday. Eyes stayed shut.
Siiiigh— Haaaah—
Deep, relaxed breaths. I'm sleeping. Sleep is me. I'm sleep.
"You little shit..."
Sensing his iron will to ignore her, Shin Ye-hwa's face twisted. She needed S-rank ASAP, but this smug bastard was pulling a pride standoff with her right there. (He was just exhausted, but she couldn't know that.)
From her view, men—Seong Ye-han specifically—were sex monsters ready to fuck at any chance. Her first time proved it. Mix in shallow internet "research" from waiting all day, and it warped into nightmare fuel.
By that logic, his act was a ploy to seize control and make her beg, "Please shove your cock in my pussy, Master!" Evil scheme.
Not buying it. She patted herself on the back for reading him. Make him come to me first.
She lifted his arm, slipping into his embrace like that post-sex hug on day one—his satisfied face burned in her memory. Firm male body met taut, soft female curves, entwining.
No reaction. Tough bastard... She pressed her tits, belly, thighs against him—still nothing. Endurance king, maybe.
She recalled losing it during sex, moaning wildly as he groped her breasts and teased her nipples.
Slither.
Her hand snuck under his thin sleep shirt, snake-like, tracing hard, rippling abs. Delicious texture. Deeper... jackpot. Soft flesh twitched firm under her touch, filling her with smug delight.
Her aroused body ground harder against him, binding like a bitch in heat.
"Haa... haa..."
She buried her face in his neck, exhaling hot, excited breaths.
"Fuck... seriously..."
Seong Ye-han cracked at last. Victory! Shin Ye-hwa basked in triumph.
But she didn't notice his gaze held no boiling lust—just quiet amusement.
What the hell is with this bitch?
A virgin just days ago, now throwing herself at a guy who wasn't even her boyfriend. Beyond proactive—downright slutty. Could chalk it up to desperate S-rank cravings, but nah. Pure bitch in heat.
Made him wonder if her brainwashing included some libido booster on top of the stat caps.
Her scheme to make him move first was infuriatingly bold.
Time to school her. This cocky slut needed to learn: if she wanted something, she'd crawl for it herself.