The Outlaw Na Yu-ri

Gulp... gulp... Savoring the thick, sticky flood of his semen filling her mouth, Shin Ye-hwa sucked him even deeper. The musky scent of the man invading her nostrils mixed with the night-bloom flower's fragrance, melting her mind into mush. Slurrrp—gently teasing him until his release finally ebbed, she drained every last drop before rinsing her mouth with a swig from her canteen and standing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠up.

"Haa... haa..."

"Ahem!"

As the cock that had stuffed her pussy slipped free, her slick juices dribbled down her trembling thighs, leaving the bitch in a quivering mess—while Seong Ye-han eyed her cautiously, as if gauging her mood. She could guess how he felt. Even though she was the one who'd orchestrated this whole situation...

Shin Ye-hwa felt a flicker of warmth knowing he was at least trying to be considerate. The truth was, her intercepting his load—meant for Na Yu-ri at the end—wasn't just petty jealousy. There was something far more important: properly testing his ability.

Seong Ye-han had told her that sleeping with a woman boosted his stats by the amount of that hunter's own abilities. So what exactly counted as "sleeping"? Was it just shoving his dick in her pussy until he creampied her womb? Or did oral, anal, footjobs, armpits, sumata, paizuri—all those count too? And did it have to be a creampie? What if he came outside, or she swallowed? She needed to find out.

Hunters instinctively knew how to use their abilities upon awakening, but that was just the basics. Refining, optimizing, enhancing them required effort and research. For something conditional like Seong Ye-han's, systematizing the triggers and streamlining the process for maximum efficiency with minimal effort was priority one.

Of course, since it involved humanity's most primal, sensory act—sex—it didn't need to be as rigid as a factory line or code. But pinning down the bare minimum conditions? That was essential, in Shin Ye-hwa's mind.

So her snatching that creampie from Na Yu-ri's pussy was purely for Seong Ye-han's growth—not personal at all. Sure, when he'd first pounded Na Yu-ri, he'd seemed more rational and weaker than with her, sparking a smug sense of superiority as a female. Or watching Na Yu-ri pant like a dog without even taking him to the hilt, while he stayed composed—reinforcing that she was his perfectly optimized pussy. Or feeling a twinge of unease when he'd started hammering away like he was entranced toward the end... those were just minor things.

"How was it, oppa?"

"Uh... doesn't seem like it worked...?"

"Rea...lly?"

Ignoring the earthquake in Seong Ye-han's pupils as he processed her explanation, Shin Ye-hwa felt disappointment swell in her chest at his answer.

"Kinda... disappointing."

"Wh-what?"

"Nothing. Forget it."

Shin Ye-hwa smiled lightly and sidled up to him, rubbing her hands over his chest still hot from their fuck. His twitching reactions to her touch lifted her mood again. Good.

"Mm... Ye-hwa?"

"It's not over yet, oppa. We've got plenty more to test."

But hope lingered. Shaking oral hadn't worked, but shaking creampie was still on the table.

"Oppa, fighting~?"

"Ahk—uuuht...!"

Slap! Slap! Hearing the lewd sex sounds resume, Shin Ye-hwa slipped her hand between her thighs. This time, she'd be taking it, so she needed to lube up properly as courtesy.

Midnight in the winter forest. By the light of a small campfire sat two crazy bitches. One was Shin Ye-hwa. She had to be deep with the man currently balls-deep in her, yet she'd personally gift-wrapped another woman for him to fuck. From what Na Yu-ri had heard, Shin Ye-hwa wasn't the sharing type. What the hell had happened?

And treating her like some disposable onahole for experiments? Even as an outlaw, Na Yu-ri had never been so thoroughly dehumanized.

Plus, yanking his dick away right at the end and slurping it herself? Na Yu-ri had seen all kinds of shit as an exile, but that was new.

A perfect fit for "crazy bitch." That was Na Yu-ri's first impression of her.

And the other crazy bitch? Obviously herself.

"Aht... ugh!"

Hands bound, Na Yu-ri shuddered and writhed under wave after crashing wave of pleasure as he fucked her again and again. Why does it feel so good! Every time his cock pried her pussy wide and slammed into her womb—thud!—ecstasy melted her body; she could barely stand.

Crazy bitch... Even if she wasn't some innocent virgin, how could she pant and love this near-rape scenario? She didn't get herself.

Objectively, she had plenty of experience—willing or not, rape or offered up, it stuck. Among ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠them, a few bragged about their "huge dicks," but they were just painful trash. She'd thought she wasn't into big cocks.

But now... maybe she'd just never tasted her real preference?

Like a frog in a well, mashing potatoes and thinking all food sucked because she'd never had real cuisine—or gourmet bliss.

Thud!

"Ahhaak!"

She leaked sticky moans at his cock shoving up her womb again, feeling so alien to herself. No one ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠had ever made her feel this good. His thick glans pushed in deep, then pulled out, scraping every nook of her pussy—her lower body went limp, threatening to collapse.

Smack—

"Hawook!"

His palm stinging her ass sent hot fire blooming across her skin, driving her madder.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

"Uhheuk! Heup! Haht!"

When the intensity made her instinctively try fleeing this man, his iron grip held her fast, pounding mercilessly—and it was too good.

Back in her gutter days, memories of rough, violent, coercive fucks were branded like scars. After hitting A-rank, she'd only done sex on her terms. Few times anyway, but she'd thought that was her taste: pinning men down, milking them as she pleased.

Apparently not.

"Slut, your pussy's so loose."

Smack—

"Auk! Yes... slutpussy'll squeeze tighter! Hawook!"

Each vulgar taunt made her heart pound harder. She felt her pussy clinging slickly to his cock. Instinctively matching his rhythm, she shook her ass, clenching and releasing in time to please him.

I'm insane... Her body didn't feel like hers anymore. A toy. She was his fucktoy now.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

"Haa! Hawook! Heheuk! So gooood!"

He played with her body at will, then gripped her throat when he felt like cumming. Not too hard—considering his overwhelming strength before, he was probably holding back. But breathing got tough. Already ragged from the intense fuck, now restricted... the world shattered ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and melted around her.

Squeeze—

"Heheuk! Kehk! Hwat!"

"Kuh—slut squeezes so nice every time..."

She was dying. But it felt good. So damn good. The filthy insults, his rough handling, the deep, womb-piercing thrusts.

"Kyahaat! Goooood! Slutpussy! Ahn! Love it! Hwaang!"

"Huu... huuk! Cumming!"

Na Yu-ri sensed the end nearing. His swollen glans battering her clenched pussy sent unmistakable male tremors through her.

Semen. She wanted it. That crazy bitch Shin Ye-hwa kept stealing what was hers, leaving her womb whining hungrily for his seed.

Pregnancy? Who cared. For this climax, she'd do anything.

"Giiive it! To slutpussy... please! Cum! Give iiiit!"

"Take it, bitch!"

"Nyeeet!"

Worries of Shin Ye-hwa snatching it again faded. Thoom! His sturdy cock lifted her womb to its limit, then lava-hot seed flooded her insides like a torrent. Her starving womb quivered in satisfied fullness.

"Haaaaaaaht!"

Heat blooming from her belly spread body-wide, melting her brain in orgasmic bliss. Half my life... wasted. Feeling her first true climax in 27 years, Na Yu-ri blacked out.