E-Rank Seong Ye-han
No one had properly figured out the conditions for awakening a special ability, something every Awakener dreamed of. It often manifested in extreme situations, which made sense in a way. But sometimes it came completely out of nowhere. Like waking up in the middle of the night with a new power. Or awakening during a morning jog. There were even rumors of someone hitting wise man mode after jerking off and awakening right then.
The type of ability that emerged, what it exactly did, and how to use it varied subtly from person to person. Some described it as natural as learning to breathe. Others likened it to flipping a switch on a finely tuned machine. And some said it felt just like a game's [Status Window].
Researchers claimed these differences stemmed from age and experience, but nothing was conclusively proven.
For Seong Ye-han, it was the [Status Window] type. Whenever he focused on his special ability, a translucent window of strange hues popped up with its description.
[Heroine Hunter]
Having sex with a heroine adds her stats to your own.
Straightforward, right? Seong Ye-han figured most other Awakeners got something similar. Awakening just revealed the ability's existence and its most basic usage. After the Gate Incident, a scholar who studied Awakeners' special abilities put it this way:
Humans are born knowing instinctively how to breathe, eat, and move their muscles. But honing the body and skills to carve intricate sculptures or lift boulders with raw strength—that's acquired effort. A awakened special ability is exactly that.
Yet Seong Ye-han hadn't even tried using his power, let alone tested it. Someone might call him overly cautious, but charging headlong into a single choice that could change your life forever wasn't easy.
In that sense, the woman collapsed before him—Shin Ye-hwa, now in his grasp—was the perfect target. S-rank. Sure, "former," but still at least A-rank. A villainess currently reviled by public opinion. If she claimed some E-rank punk did filthy things to her here, the specs alone would make people scoff: "An A-rank got done in by an E-rank? Really?" And finally, absorbing a former S-rank hunter's stats would skyrocket his own value.
Conditions like this might never come again in his lifetime. He knew he was trash for thinking this way. Knew it was wrong. But he'd already made up his mind.
"I won't say sorry."
Shin Ye-hwa's face lay peacefully asleep, deep and steady breaths escaping her lips. Seong Ye-han's shadow slowly overlapped hers.
Even through her winter clothes, the weighty presence of her breasts asserted itself. A hunter's taut waist flaring into voluptuous hourglass hips. A female body he'd never touched since awakening—not just any woman, but one any man would acknowledge as top-tier. His hands trembled at the long-denied softness.
Dry lips, a reflexive gulp, heart pounding like drums right in his ears. He groped—
The plush give of her breasts through the black sweater. His hands weren't small, yet they overflowed, spilling over. Firmness beneath the yielding softness.
"Fuck, insane."
An involuntary squeeze, too hard maybe. If she woke now, it was game over. He eased off—but only from her chest. His hands flowed down her body like water, tracing firm abs to ripe thighs. Then back up, peeling away her clothes one by one.
Shedding the black shell revealed flawless white skin. Ripe peach-like breasts cradled in scant lingerie. Tiny, audacious coverage. Hardly the sort for a woman who wanted to chug booze and curse the nation. Was this Shin Ye-hwa's taste? The question vanished. Whatever— it made things more fun for him. Undressing her lower half would be even better.
Patience, he reminded himself. Time to savor that deep cleavage first.
Front-hook bra—easy. Click. The freed orbs jiggled, retaining their perfect roundness.
"Hngh."
Too alluring. He buried his face in her cleavage. Her scent filled his nostrils, cheeks enveloped in softness.
"Hoo—"
"Mm..."
Tongue out, savoring the pillowy texture. No special flavor, of course. But the psychological rush hit like umami, stimulating beyond mere taste.
"Hng... Ah..."
Along the swollen curve to the peak. Chewy yet springy, unlike the smooth breast—nipple stiffening to his touch. He suckled—slurp—drawing a moan from her.
"More sensitive than I thought..."
Far as he knew, Shin Ye-hwa had no lovers. Naturally sensitive? Or broken in by someone already? Celebrities' private lives were always more secretive than average. "Doesn't matter to me... We'll find out soon enough."
Time for the main event. Her pants snagged on wide hips but were designed for function over flash—high-end, but easy enough. Plus, even an E-rank like him could lift a limp woman effortlessly.
"Whoa—"
Her lower half bared: lewdly curved hips to thighs, his cock throbbing. Plump yet taut legs framing the Y-zone, barely concealed by thong-like panties. His hands moved on their own. Irresistible.
Smack—palms kneading freely. Firm thighs yielding to smoother, softer depths. Finally, the moist, squishy core.
"Hngh!"
Her body flinched instinctively at the intrusion. But his fingers were already deep, her clench welcoming him like an embrace.
"Feels it even in sleep, huh?"
Squelch—not drenched, but wet enough to smile about. No holding back now.
Squelch— wedged tight between thighs, but his fingers probed gently. The vise loosened. He nudged the fabric aside—coarse pubic hair, unmanaged. Beyond, her slit leaking hot nectar. Careful not to tear, shallow strokes over the plump mound, flicking the hidden clit.
"Hya!"
Fingers splayed wide, stroking—her body quivers. "Haak! Ah... Hnng!" Vivid reactions.
"What a fucking slutty body."
No foreplay yet, barely teasing. And he wasn't some stud with tons of experience. Soaked in booze, yet responding this much—what would full throttle be like? Excitement surged.
"Ability-related maybe?"
The thought of his power flickered amid her allure, but he shoved it aside. Abilities were best learned through use. Right now, he wanted to punish that slutty hole with his raging cock.
"Hoo..."
His proud erection twitched, begging entry. He spread her legs wide—
Squelch—her glistening pussy fully exposed, juices dripping to the sheets, twitching lewdly.
"Bon appétit, former S-rank pussy."
Schlurp—at last, his rigid shaft plunged into her depths.