Sword Saint Yeo Seon-hui
"Urgh..."
Along with the intense pain stabbing her abdomen, Yeo Seon-hui regained consciousness. Her darkened mind surfaced hazily like dawn breaking, and her memories came flooding back. She realized she had lost the duel. She thought she had the upper hand easily... but it was carelessness on her part. If only she'd capitalized on the advantage of her flying sword and kept attacking from high in the sky, she wouldn't have lost so pathetically. And the difference in mindset was clear too. That final strike from Seong Ye-han—though it used the hilt instead of the blade—would have ended her life if she hadn't reacted in that split second. The sword she wielded was based on a Western longsword, a style that included techniques for bludgeoning foes with the hilt, so calling it a hilt was misleading; it was effectively a blunt weapon smashing into her. In contrast, she'd only aimed for his limbs at best, so maybe losing was inevitable...
"Agh..."
It wasn't just her muscles aching—a sharp, tingling pain seemed to pierce right into her organs. Well... that final blow from Seong Ye-han had been launched with such overwhelming force that even an S-rank like her could barely track it. The fact that her gut wasn't punctured was a miracle.
"That's no ordinary strength..."
Even for an S-rank, it felt overwhelming. Hunters' strength stats came with durability to match their immense power. It dawned on her that even the blood he'd sprayed from her "moderate" attacks might have been bait to lure her in—a ploy by Seong Ye-han.
"Smarter than he looks..."
She'd assumed a guy who rocketed from E-rank to S-rank would be drunk on his sudden power... but he seemed more level-headed than expected. No! If he was truly that composed, he wouldn't be tangled up with a bitch like Shin Ye-hwa...
"Whatever."
Yeo Seon-hui shook off the tangled thoughts and tried to rise from the bed. The lingering sharp pain made her grimace as she endured it, and that's when her eyes caught something—a bottle on the bedside table, next to a note. It was all too familiar to her: a potion. YH Group's flagship product and an essential for modern hunters.
If you wake up, drink this one bottle and we'll talk details during the day. Don't run away.
Run away? What does he take me for... Yeo Seon-hui pouted at the words but obediently downed the potion. The familiar minty tang coated her tongue.
"Why does this shitty taste never change..."
Her mouth felt fresh but still unpleasant without brushing her teeth. She needed a glass of cold water to wash it away, so she swung her legs off the bed. Each step sent jolts up her waist. But surviving with just this was lucky, right? The potion and the bandages wrapped around her stomach showed he'd at least treated her properly. If he was gonna play nurse, he could've finished the job... The petty thought of a drowning bandit flickered briefly. It was already midnight, and the dark room greeted her. Come to think of it, she didn't even know the layout of this mansion. How was she supposed to move around without knowing where things were? So damn big for no reason...
Yeo Seon-hui grumbled as she shuffled along. Wandering aimlessly should lead her to a kitchen eventually. Refrigerators were in the same spots in every house anyway—not hard to find.
How long had she walked? Passing a curving staircase and what looked like a living room or parlor, a sound reached her ears.
"...! ..."
A high-pitched tone, short bursts in steady rhythm. It sounded like pain, but not quite. Like ecstasy, yet desperate. That kind of sound. One Yeo Seon-hui had heard plenty of times before—a woman's moan in heat.
"Wha... what the fuck..."
These people, with guests around, what the hell are they doing?! And Seong Ye-han got injured from my attacks too!
Once aware, the lewd sounds grew clearer, flushing her face red. She'd overheard sticky male-female panting from the training ground the day before, but she didn't know the faces then, and hunter training rooms were soundproofed anyway—barely audible, no big deal. But now it was raw... not like watching a porn video from a distance, but vibrations shaking her whole body. Just the sounds painted vivid images in her mind of beasts entangled.
Creep...
Before she knew it, her feet carried her toward the source. On tiptoes, sneaking like a curious cat—anyone seeing her lithe form would forget she was S-rank and burst out laughing.
"Ahang! Ahhat! Oppa! Hwaang!"
"Hoo-eup! Hoo!"
As she drew closer, the muffled sounds sharpened. Gulp. Her dry throat made her swallow, but she didn't stop. Thoughts of cold water had long vanished.
"Aheuk! Aang! Oppa! Moreee! Hweuk! Give it tooo!"
Finally, at the door. For some reason, the plain door felt like the grand gate of a castle. She hesitated, but it melted away like summer snow. Her hand crept forward... Click. Quietly, smoothly... The high-end handle opened without a sound even without care, but her grip was delicate—had she ever been this cautious in her life?
Shh.
The door slid open silently, just like the handle. A sliver of moody light leaked from the tiny gap—barely enough for one eye. But through that narrow crack, she saw the room's scene crystal clear.
Squelch! Squelch! Thwack! Sticky flesh slapping and grinding.
"Hyaak! Ahak! Aaaah!"
The female—no, bitch's high, ecstatic moans.
"Hoo! Hooook!"
The male's rough breaths thick with lust.
And the rising heat even through the gap. Yeo Seon-hui clamped a hand over her mouth, eyes locked on the sight.
Thump-thump-thump. His hips pistoned fiercely in steady rhythm, her ass rippling lewdly to meet them. The man who'd dueled her viciously just hours ago, now lost in lust, pounding away—it was indescribably stimulating.
"Ohuk! Ppahat! Ang! Aang!"
Before him, on all fours like a dog, getting railed: Shin Ye-hwa. Annoying as hell, but her beauty undeniable even to another woman. Hard to believe this was the haughty, bitchy, arrogant face that sneered at the world—now utterly broken. Tongue lolling, panting like a beast, tears streaming; even seeing it, Yeo Seon-hui could hardly believe it was her.
"Ah..."
Shin Ye-hwa getting fucked like a dog was shocking enough, but something even more jarring caught her eye.
Clink. Clink.
"Aeuuk! Uhuk! Oook!"
A leather belt around Shin Ye-hwa's neck. Black, glossy material, thick, studded with metal rings—it was unmistakably a dog collar. A silver chain linked from the back led to a handle gripped tightly in his hand.
"Haa! Pussy! Squeeze tighter!"
"Auk! Hweuk! Nyehet! Pussy squeezinggg! Ahuk!"
The taut chain yanked her posture: ass high, back arched deep, torso thrust up. Her massive tits bounced wildly with each thrust, flaunting their allure. Even another woman would covet those hypnotic fruits. No way the male would resist.
Squish.
"Kyaauk! Aeu!"
His hand clamped brutally, but she shuddered in ecstasy, begging for more. Frown creased her brow, but her thick lips curved in pleasure. That crying-yet-smiling face—the ultimate expression of a woman's bliss.
"Haa... haa..."
Yeo Seon-hui's breaths came faster. So immersed, she didn't notice her hand drifting to her crotch and swelling breasts. Why? Why can't I look away? Her head frozen as if paralyzed, questions swirled. She was a modern woman with desires—knowledge of porn, experience watching it, even self-pleasure (embarrassing, but enjoyable). As a powerful S-rank telekinetic sensitive to emotions, she'd never had real sex, but at her age, she didn't think herself naive. So why...?
"Aeu... eueut..."
Squelch.
Unmatched realism and unreal pleasure coursed through her. The abdominal pain vanished. One hand still muffling her mouth, swallowing moans, she watched deep into the night.