The Exiles
Two figures, a man and a woman, walked through shafts of sunlight filtering between the lush leaves. Their gear—dark digital camo mixed with plate armor reminiscent of medieval knights—was the standard, iconic look for modern hunters. Armed with a longsword and halberd respectively, they were none other than Seong Ye-han, finally heading out on his first monster hunt, and Shin Ye-hwa, who had tagged along with him.
Clank—
The only sound was the metallic scrape of their armor. Shin Ye-hwa stared at the back of the man leading the way, lost in thought.
Why the hell is this happening?
She was one of the five S-rank hunters in Korea, ranked second in physical prowess among them. If she focused her immense mana on body enhancement, she could even surpass Hunter Association President Jeong Beom-ho—the industry's strongest and a living legend—in raw physical specs. That was Shin Ye-hwa.
It wasn't for nothing that she'd run rampant with her arrogance and impunity until her demotion from S to A-rank, with everyone around her sweeping it under the rug. Sure, the moment her superior stats faltered, she'd plummeted into the abyss—but still!
Two of the three key stats for hunter physical ability—strength, stamina, agility—were S-rank for her, with the third at A. Yet she held no edge over the man ahead of her in any of them.
She was sure he hadn't been this overwhelmingly strong when they first met...
Recalling the powerful, rock-hard arms that had bound her tight the day before, Shin Ye-hwa slipped into reminiscence.
The day before they set out hunting—the morning right after Shin Ye-hwa had been utterly conquered by Seong Ye-han.
Even in the midday dimness of the now-familiar cramped room, on the oversized bed that didn't quite fit, Shin Ye-hwa opened her eyes. And with that, she clearly sensed the shackle-like restraint that had weighed her down was gone without a trace.
She reached toward the plain ceiling. Her hand felt a bit rough for a woman's—but it didn't matter.
Crack—
She clenched her fist. Without channeling mana, she could feel enough power to crumple steel plate.
"It's back..."
Vitality surged through her entire body. A fierce flow of mana burned cold and bright. Now fully restored, she understood just how much she'd lost—and it wasn't from a few months ago when she'd been demoted to A-rank.
Bit by bit, over a long, unknowing stretch... slowly... slowly... her power had slipped away.
"Hehe~"
She felt like she could float away. It wasn't just reverting to pre-demotion A-rank. At 22, it might sound odd, but in one word: her prime had returned.
Her condition had been decent since sleeping with Seong Ye-han, but today? She felt invincible, like she could do anything.
Honestly, an omnipotence bordering on godhood welled up in her—no need to say more.
"Ufufu."
The smile wouldn't leave her lips. She wanted to burst outside and scream like a madwoman, over and over.
"Mm..."
Sensing her trembling, Seong Ye-han stirred beside her. Pillowed on his arm, she naturally slid into his embrace with his movement, inhaling his scent deeply and smiling.
Sniff—exhale... Sniff—exhale...
With each breath, a single thought filled her mind.
Strangely, the humiliations and jeers from her A-rank days—the ones she'd vowed to make them pay for upon reclaiming S-rank—all faded away. They meant nothing to her now. Wasting energy on roadside pebbles beyond their worth was pointless fatigue.
That wasn't what mattered to her.
"Now I can win, right?"
Gazing at the sleeping Seong Ye-han's face, Shin Ye-hwa thought.
Winning—not about seizing relationship control or using him as her personal dildo. Purely as a woman... as a bitch in heat, she wanted to satisfy him until he collapsed, see his face bloated and spent.
Truth be told, she'd always climaxed first, melted first, lost every time with him. Sure, he felt drained of his essence too, so calling it pure defeat was debatable... but she'd never stayed conscious to witness his end. That stung her pride.
But now? Yesterday's Shin Ye-hwa and today's were worlds apart. A vs. S. Time to show the difference.
"The real match, oppa."
As his face twitched, on the verge of waking, she kissed him. A soft, sweet peck that deepened into a thick, sticky kiss.
Morning sex began anew.
Armed with S-rank strength, stamina, and agility, Shin Ye-hwa...
Lost.
"Hiiiiaaang! Oppa! I'm dyiiiing...!"
S-rank strength? Useless. Pinned by both arms, she got pounded doggy-style like a bitch. She strained to break free, but his grip didn't budge.
A-rank stamina? Even avoiding stamina-draining positions like cowgirl, riding his movements, she soon went limp, reduced to an onahole offering her pussy.
She didn't know better stamina wouldn't dull her sensitivity or sluttiness.
Agility? Irrelevant. It only helped him position her for deeper fucking.
That day, Shin Ye-hwa became his bitch—taking every thrust, every fuck, sucking on command. No S-rank glory; just a vulgar slut wailing.
"Hiiang...! Oppa... Ye-hwa! She's dying! Aang!"
If anything, being S-rank meant more rounds. Small mercy...
Snapping back from the memory, Shin Ye-hwa refocused on the present. The back ahead of her hadn't wavered.
What the hell is his ability, exactly? Not simple body enhancement. When they'd first fucked, his power wasn't this... She'd felt daunted even as an S-rank now.
Plus, his claim of recovery via sex was real. His ability was anything but ordinary.
Mental-type? No—the suspicion itself proved it wasn't. The most common resistance to mental powers, the first step to breaking them, was doubting if you'd been hit. Mental users prioritized eliminating doubt, given how human minds could endure extremes or shatter at trifles.
Maybe a high-risk, high-reward power with massive growth or bonuses under severe constraints?
Dwelling on his initial self-intro—purifying status ailments—she latched onto that. If an S-rank like her hadn't noticed a curse (or similar) causing her rank-down, and he'd lifted it for overwhelming stat gains...
"It's... annoying as hell, kinda..."
If true, something unpleasant might happen to her. But blocking her man's growth? Unwomanly.
Shin Ye-hwa clutched her head in irresolvable worry. Was this the inner conflict of a devoted wife? No answers now—only when it hit.
So, focus on the present. Satisfy Seong Ye-han fully. Make him think only of her. Even if he fucked others from dissatisfaction, she'd be the one beside him—as woman... as the bitch to bear his seed.
Shin Ye-hwa alone.
Meanwhile, as Shin Ye-hwa burned with passion or desire, Seong Ye-han pondered his Heroine Hunter ability amid first-hunt excitement.
Strength at Ex-rank. How much power did that "beyond-grade" unleash?
What about [Sub Heroine] and [Extra Heroine] effects and conditions? He had a vague sense, but were there limits like headcount? Original [Heroine Hunter] had that weird "1-person pure love/restriction," so infinite women absorbing stats endlessly? Unlikely.
Most crucially: prideful, arrogant Shin Ye-hwa—would she accept him fucking others after taking her virginity?
"Ha—fuck if I know."
No easy answers from brooding. Focus on now: nail the first hunt. Then ace the hunter ability assessment for A-rank or better. No worries there, knowing his specs. But reveal full power to deter busybodies, or play weak to lure her brainwasher? Decisions.
Sorting his thoughts, Seong Ye-han gripped the halberd tighter. The solid metal's chill felt great...
Kiiing—
"Huh?"
A C-grade hunter weapon couldn't handle his strength. Staring at the handprint dented into the shaft, he cursed.
"Fuck..."
He'd stressed handling gear gently before leaving—yet now, Shin Ye-hwa's sharp glare bored into his back. Seong Ye-han broke into cold sweat.