Sword Saint Yeo Seon-hui
Yeo Seon-hui lay in her own home once again, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her soft, plush custom bed always cradled her in unwavering comfort, but she lacked the mental space to even register it.
"What the hell is with that guy."
No matter how much the world had changed since the gates opened—especially hunters' mindsets—Seong Ye-han's sight with three beauties in tow was still absurd. It made Yeo Seon-hui wonder if she was even in Korea anymore, or some other fantasy world.
He'd only become S-rank recently, and he was already like this. How many more women would he toy with down the line? Worse, the women by his side knew their situation and accepted it anyway. Why?
Of course, Seong Ye-han was handsome—admittedly so. His abilities were top-tier in Korea, excluding criminals. His stamina... from what she'd seen that day, it was ferocious. He could handle one or two women... no, three or four... maybe even five...
Me?
"Ugh, damn it. That guy's something else!"
Yeo Seon-hui buried her face in the pillow, grumbling irritably. For some reason, a sharp twinge stirred in her lower abdomen. Her mind replayed that intense, beastly sex she'd witnessed: Shin Ye-hwa's lewd gasps and melted expression, the massive, throbbing cock plunging into her body... perhaps the only young man who could withstand her telekinesis and fuck her like that...
"Nngh..."
She squeezed her eyes shut, ignoring the hand slipping between her thighs.
The clear blue sky was always Yeo Seon-hui's stage and her unbreakable shield. Catching her as she soared freely on her flying swords was virtually impossible for anyone bound to the ground—like pitting muskets against a fighter jet dominating the battlefield from above.
And her defenses were tank-like; even an A-rank ability user's lucky hit barely scratched her. Opponents could only rage in frustration.
But right now, that advantage seemed gone.
Whoosh—
Feeling the metal rod whistle past her, Yeo Seon-hui broke into cold sweat.
After their duel, Shin Ye-hwa had demanded she spar with Seong Ye-han. Though their first meeting soured things, Yeo Seon-hui preferred getting closer over drifting apart, so she agreed.
Early on, she dominated. Without a hint of carelessness, she bombed him relentlessly from the vast sky. Seong Ye-han could defend, but landing a solid hit? Impossible. It wasn't his fault—most hunters faced the same issue against her, fueling her eternal confidence.
But that changed when he brought metal rods for throwing.
Normal physical hunters' javelins? Laughable. They couldn't reach her altitude, were too slow to dodge, lacked power, and her basic telekinetic barrier stopped them cold. Dropping her with a single thrown spear in this endless sky? Absurd. Even modern AA guns struggled against jets, let alone tiny her.
But Seong Ye-han's throws were different.
Accuracy aside, the explosive mana surge and overwhelming strength turned each rod into space-shaking violence, bypassing her senses. They tore through air like lasers, the vacuum blasts disrupting her balance with every whoosh. Unyielding against drag or gravity, they were practically light beams—like the duel where he'd toppled her.
Still, she held the edge. Each throw exposed a glaring opening. Though the gaps shrank and precision improved with practice, she could evade if she focused.
After dodging a few more, he raised both hands in surrender—rods spent.
Yeo Seon-hui descended slowly. "Good work."
"Thanks as always."
He bowed politely. Sweat-soaked from the bout, his torn clothes revealed chiseled muscles that drew her gaze. What would it feel like pressed against those rugged ridges? Would she cry out sweetly like Shin Ye-hwa?
Stop... stop it!
Shaking off the lewd thought, she cleared her throat. "Ahem!"
Even at her peak horniest age, fantasizing about another woman's man? Mortified, she hid her flushed cheeks and strode past him briskly.
"Noona?"
That "noona" tickled oddly. Blame Shin Ye-hwa. Reformed or not, she was trouble. She'd hog a guy like that, not share generously—sparking these fantasies.
Despite the chilly winter, hot sweat beaded; she fanned herself.
Sparring with Seong Ye-han done, night deepened again. Sparring days now meant crashing at his and Shin Ye-hwa's mansion—an unspoken rule.
In the familiar first-floor guest room, Yeo Seon-hui tossed, sleep evading her despite the luxurious bedding that even satisfied an S-rank like her. Why did this house make rest so elusive?
"Not... tonight."
"Just tonight... okay?"
Another voice whispered from her heart.
"No... not okay."
"Not okay?"
The same looped questions, same conclusion—repeated nightly.
Creak—
The firmly shut door swung open. Her heightened senses caught the faint, unmistakable sound.
"...! ...!"
Familiar noise now, yet it still stirred her heart and heated her body...
Swish—
Without moving a finger, her thick blanket lifted and slid aside, exposing her.
The thin, silky nightwear clung to her slender yet soft curves.
After lingering, she staggered up and out of bed.
"I shouldn't..."
Muttering it endlessly, her legs carried her—one step, two—toward the open door revealing the dark hallway.
Thud... thud...
Slow at first, her pace quickened to normal... then hurried strides.
"Ah! Ahng! Hnng!"
The female moans sharpened as she climbed the stairs through shadows. Her steps slowed, heels lifting cat-like, stealthy now.
The always-shut door ahead. Yet the raw heat of their rutting felt palpable.
Kneeling cautiously, she gripped the knob—familiar from countless nights—and twisted, cracking it open.
Slowly... ever so slightly. A sliver of light escaped.
That narrow gap promised the hot, stimulating, obscene sight she craved.
"Ahh! Oppa! Oppaa!"
"Eh...?"
The bitch's cries rang clear in her ears—undeniably real. But something was off.
"Gone...?"
No rutting couple. No lovers whispering sweet nothings. No slave serving devotedly.
The mood lamp glowed softly, but the bed—usually flickering with their shadows—was empty.
What... the hell?!
The gasps persisted, no dream. Why?
Then, soft arms embraced her shoulders.
"Hehe~ Right on cue."
"Eek?!"
Thud! A massive weight dropped in her chest. Stiffening, she twisted to see her embracer.
"If you're that hungry, just say so, noona."
Those glowing violet eyes pierced the dark. Shin Ye-hwa.
She should be inside, fucking Seong Ye-han senseless. What did this mean...?
"W-wait, it's a misunderstanding—"
Shin Ye-hwa ignored her reflexive denial, arm locked tight. Unbreakable strength.
Yeo Seon-hui was a classic ability user. S-rank physicals were solid, but nothing to Shin Ye-hwa—who hid her obvious S-rank power.
"It's fine. I get it."
"N-nooo..."
Creak—
The peephole door yawned wide, welcoming the two women.
"M-me... no...!"
"Don't worry, noona. Once you try it, it's no big deal. You might even get hooked?"
Giggling with irrepressible glee, Shin Ye-hwa dragged her in. The two shadows vanished into the room.
Boom!
The door slammed shut that night—heavy, resounding unlike its usual whisper.