Sword Saint Yeo Seon-hui - After the Interview
Seong Ye-han's daily routine hadn't changed much after the interview with Yeo Seon-hui. The networks and media were still chattering about the new S-rank hunter, but the attention had clearly died down compared to before, and his smartphone had quieted enough to finally get some rest.
He wanted to go hunting, but heading out like this would just mean bare-handedly showing off brute strength against low-grade monsters again. Tackling higher-grade ones bare-handed felt risky, even for an S-rank. Of course, he wasn't just any S-rank, but he hadn't fully grasped his own power yet, so the result was the same.
For a hunter, whose body was their greatest asset, minimizing injury risk was basic common sense. In the end, all that was left was sparring with Shin Ye-hwa.
This didn't help much with actual monster fights, but skipping it made his body feel stiff, so Seong Ye-han cherished this time with her.
Unlike the training ground for low-rank awakeners, the one in Lee Yun's mansion—prepared for high-rankers—couldn't fully withstand the auras of two S-ranks, but it endured the shockwaves of their clashes far better than before.
BOOM!Crash!
Once, twice. Each collision sent shockwaves rippling through the air. Even just the aftermath—without direct destruction—could bend and shatter reinforced steel and concrete without mana protection. The trembling air and quaking space felt like a major earthquake.
"Hup!"
Deep breath in, then a punch. Neither could use weapons yet. The new spear Lee Yun had prepared for Seong Ye-han was impressive enough to handle his strength and mana reinforcement, but if they went at it with weapons, the training ground wouldn't survive.
They were holding back to avoid trashing this expensive facility and feeling bad toward Lee Yun.
Swoosh—
Shin Ye-hwa deftly deflected Seong Ye-han's fist, launched like a cannon shot.
Bzzz—
Still, the massive force and mana ripple shook her body along her arm. Normally, she'd counter immediately after deflecting, but the lingering shock disrupted her.
For someone rarely overwhelmed physically, this was a fresh experience. Even in her early S-rank days, sparring with current Hunter Association President Jeong Beom-ho hadn't felt like this gap.
She knew even same-rank stats had differences, but the gap with Seong Ye-han felt beyond that.
"Oppa, can't you go a little easier?"
Shin Ye-hwa rubbed her arm, whining a bit as they separated. Seong Ye-han teased back at her petulant tone.
"Didn't you always beg me to go harder?"
She blinked in confusion at his words, then realized the innuendo and flushed crimson.
"Th-that's not what I mean right now!"
"Hahaha!"
Face red, she charged again. Seong Ye-han laughed, accepting her fiercer attacks.
That didn't make defending easy. Her strikes were sharp; any lapse, and a fierce fist would slam his side.
Conversely, Shin Ye-hwa couldn't toy with him like before. Overwhelming him with superior specs was now incredibly tough.
In fights or wars, crushing with a larger size class was easiest, fastest, surest—if possible. Overcoming it required immense effort and luck from the underdog.
This balanced sparring only held because both were holding back. For real, Seong Ye-han would unleash fully, and Shin Ye-hwa her special ability...
Anyway, the spar continued.
"This is tough..."
Maintaining distance, darting in only when she wanted—whoosh—then slipping away if he countered. Seong Ye-han finally understood why she was hailed a genius.
Flexible style shifts, each executed with elite proficiency. As an enemy, he'd have no clue how to handle her.
So he endured with tough hide, waiting for a big opening.
To Shin Ye-hwa, Seong Ye-han was tricky too. No tricks or special tech—just straightforward, overwhelming power. Fast, strong, durable. No gaps for grapples.
No flashy moves, but as he wielded his full strength more freely, he felt like a massive, sturdy giant closing in, exuding pressure.
"Still far to go, oppa!"
Like shifting gears, she flowed smoothly then exploded in speed. Lightning raid from top-tier physique and perfect mana control.
Seong Ye-han's reflexes reacted, but inexperience made his response a mistake against her targeted strike.
Thud-roll—
Shin Ye-hwa's clean judo throw sent him tumbling. Vision flipped, her sweat-glistened, beautiful face smirked down from mount position.
Sleeveless top clung, revealing bare skin and glossy smoothness. Close up, her female pheromones hit hard.
Damn... Ye-hwa's body was pure sex everywhere.
"This is..."
"Hm? Ahh?!"
Normally he'd reverse instantly, but staying put, she tilted her head—then blushed again.
Squeeze—
His hot, heavy thing pressed up between her thighs, distinctly against her sensitive spot.
Shock faded quick. She licked her red lips, swallowing hard in reverse.
Grind—
"Hehe~"
Her deliberate rub drew a thick smile from Seong Ye-han. Thin fabric transmitted sensations. Prime, vigorous male and female locking eyes—time and place be damned.
"Wanna take a break?"
One hand on her hip, the other gripping ass. She rolled her eyes but yielded to his hands.
"Seriously... always like this."
"And?"
"Don't hate it."
Her beaming smile dripped lust.
"Mm... smack!"
Lips met. Bodies tangled. The training ground filled with intense, heated bodily conversation of another kind.
How much time passed? When they emerged—drenched in sweat and fluids, freshly washed—the sunset painted the sky red.
"Hmm... didn't see this coming."
A questioning voice greeted them. Chilling yet sly from the training roof. Seong Ye-han looked up.
A sword floated midair. A woman perched expertly atop. Backlit by sunset, shadowy silhouette—but stunning beauty evident.
"How'd you get here, auntie...?"
Shin Ye-hwa spoke, recognizing her. Auntie? Seong Ye-han tilted his head at the odd term.
"Still no manners, huh? Now a bug that's not even S-rank."
"Eek!"
Mockery twisted Shin Ye-hwa's face. Bug... her old word thrown back. She swallowed rage and shame.
She'd regained power long ago, could live arrogantly again. But meeting Seong Ye-han changed that.
He—who restored her—was one she'd dismissed as a bug. She couldn't ignore potential now. Plus, their deal to keep her recovery secret made her endure Yeo Seon-hui's insults.
"Kinda disappointing, though. Thought a decent guy showed up, but he's deep with that bitch... trash with trash? Or did he just fuck her? Even at A-rank, her face and body's fuckable."
Yeo Seon-hui lumped them together shamelessly despite Shin Ye-hwa's patience.
Ha... fucking bitch?
Seong Ye-han couldn't take more.
"That's a bit harsh, don't you think?"
The sudden barrage soured his mood. He knew old Ye-hwa was a bitch, maybe still to others. But that was separate.
His woman insulted before his eyes? No man sits idle like an idiot. Especially when she endured for him, despite her temper and power. Infuriating.
"Facts hurt? Blame yourself for poor taste."
Yeo Seon-hui shrugged.
"Or bad dick management?"
Her haughty glare persisted amid tension. Strong aura and elite arrogance vivid.
Seong Ye-han guessed her identity. Flying on a sword screamed famous S-rank.
Ahead of Shin Ye-hwa in feats... Sword Saint, revered alongside Association President Jeong Beom-ho.
But so what? Fame didn't justify instant bitching in his face.
Finally, Seong Ye-han spoke.
"Ha... talking shit to a stranger. Did you swallow manners with your rice? Why barge in and yap?"
"What...?"
Yeo Seon-hui's eyes widened. Never heard shit back before?
"No..."
Seong Ye-han ruffled his hair roughly, continuing.
"Cut the crap and fuck off, auntie. Before I make the rest of your life crawling on the ground."