Man-Eater Hunt
Slurp—Churp— Lately, the man-eating tiger story has been all the rage in Korea.
With the emergence of a new S-rank, the media frenzy that had been burning hot quickly fizzled out, shifting to fresh news as Seong Ye-han made no major public appearances beyond his interview. For Seong Ye-han, this was a huge relief, but a monster rampaging freely was undeniably regrettable, no matter the circumstances.
After the Gate incident, the blessing of mana didn't favor humans alone. Naturally, humans possessed the vast majority of awakeners, wielding and utilizing mana most effectively. But very rarely, animals and plants awakened too.
Trees that grew to gigantic sizes overnight. Eagles that commanded storms. Whales singing majestic songs of the sea. Lions whose roars shook the world, or elephants that triggered earthquakes with every step... Of course, these were exceptional cases, akin to human S-rank hunters. Still, their very existence posed a problem.
Unlike monsters thrust into a new environment, these were Earth's native creatures—no adaptation needed. They knew the terrain intimately and, above all, understood humans all too well. Hunting them was far trickier than comparable monsters.
And now, the king of beasts—famed even before the Gates, the apex predator among them all. Tigers had been on the brink of extinction in modern times, but in ancient eras, they were disasters no human strength could counter. For one to awaken... its danger spoke for itself.
Seong Ye-han recalled a video he'd seen: a man-eating tiger in India or somewhere. From utterly still underbrush, a massive tiger exploded out, snatching the person atop an elephant in an instant. Even S-rank hunters would feel a primal chill watching it.
"Still, something feels off..."
Slurp—Churp—
Studies showed wild animal populations booming post-Gates as human territory shrank. North Korea—practically lost to humans—and Korea's rugged mountains often saw tigers and such causing incidents. But those beasts were usually losers in turf wars with monsters.
Before and after the Gates, direct clashes with humans were a last resort for predators. Invariably, the culprits got hunted by hunters, skinned for luxury pelts sold to enthusiasts.
This one on the news felt different. Though recently publicized, the affected area was vast—right in the capital region's heart. It seemed less "newly discovered" and more like damages had piled up long ago, failed hunts concealed until impossible to hide. Paranoia? Maybe.
"What do you think, Ye-hwa?"
"Mm?"
Seong Ye-han stroked Shin Ye-hwa's head as she buried her face in his crotch on his right. She paused her eager bobbing at his question, shooting him a quizzical look before dismissing it, diving back in deep with renewed focus.
Her licking turned fiercer, nipping teasingly—a firm "tell me later" vibe. Changed or not, Ye-hwa never fussed over strangers. She wouldn't obstruct S-rank matters like before, but she wasn't saintly enough to care about some awakened beast hunt.
Seong Ye-han caressed her nape, guiding her fellatio, then turned to the other. "What about you?"
"Me, Master?"
Na Yu-ri blinked wide-eyed. She'd been lapping at his shaft alongside Ye-hwa until Ye-hwa deepthroated it whole; she yielded gracefully, claiming his chest instead—one nipple sucked, the other tweaked by hand, stoking his arousal.
"It's a bit unusual... but does it matter?"
She resumed her ministrations, devoted as if it were her sole purpose. Makes sense—she was an exile too; if anything, more indifferent than Ye-hwa.
"Hoo..."
Electric pleasure surged from groin and chest, melting his muscles in bliss. Truth be told, without his cute junior's invite to the tiger hunt, he'd have brushed it off like them.
Seon-hui noona might differ. She claimed she just repaid society's dues, but to him, she was unequivocally good-hearted. A powerhouse who could take without reprisal, yet chose to give back? That screamed solid character.
Even now, she was flying south on her flying sword to aid Busan. Her exceptional mobility made her Gyeongsang's de facto guardian.
Honam was safer via roads; Yeongnam meant crossing mountains—tougher. Air travel cost a fortune, sea too slow. Without Yeo Seon-hui, they'd scramble S-ranks expensively; with her, no need.
She could've refused, forcing pleas to other S-ranks for Yeongnam duty. Instead, she accepted crisply. Yeo Seon-hui was indeed a good woman.
Why was she in Seoul lately? Covering the capital's defenses after Ye-hwa's S-to-A demotion left a gap.
Government policy: minimum two S-ranks in the capital—three for safety—thanks to the "Ghost," worst exile and unofficial S-rank. Honam needed occasional S-rank aid for food production, aiming for five total S-ranks.
Ye-hwa's fall and Seong Ye-han's rise? A governmental headache. Useful intel for him: Ye-hwa's S-rank return would face less backlash.
He'd planned half a year of laying low with her, but this accelerated it. Who knew her demotion would snowball like this. Classic Ye-hwa.
In many ways, he felt gratitude that fateful night to whatever force introduced him to Shin Ye-hwa.
Anyway, right before leaving Seoul, Seon-hui noona's reluctant goodbye kiss lingered in his mind. She'd lamented not flying with him via telekinesis, self-mocking her limits on his new powers.
Her pitiful charm stirred him—the same woman who'd cursed him and Ye-hwa viciously? Life's unpredictable. He soothed her with a smile: no rush. She'd focus on Yeongnam monsters, sidelining her from this hunt.
He resolved to go himself. A-rank was top-tier practically, but his inexperience nagged—and this tiger felt unnatural.
Sure, he lacked experience too, but he was S-rank. Public opinion simmered: "What’s Seong Ye-han doing?" Time to etch his power in minds.
"Ngh! Ye-hwa...!"
Thoughts aligned, climax hit; he erupted.
"Mm!"
Gulp—gulp—
Undaunted by the sudden load, Ye-hwa swallowed every thick spurt expertly. She bobbed to milk the last drop from the root, sucking hard with a sluuuurp!
"Haa..."
His lower body melted in afterglow ecstasy; he groaned.
"Oh... aaah."
Grinning slyly, Ye-hwa parted her lips, showing off her reward. Red, glistening mouth brimmed with his sticky semen, imprinting vividly on his brain.
Confirming he saw, she gulp—gulp— swallowed, tilting her head back to display her throat working.
"You... where'd you learn that?"
"Heehee. Where do you think?"
His computer, probably...
"Hmph~"
So lewd... Stumped by her smirk, he felt fresh wet warmth on his cock. Looking down: Na Yu-ri, suckling away.
"What?"
"Me too, Master. I can do it."
"No need to— Ngh!"
"Lick... slurp... Master... semen..."
Already committed, he surrendered to her service. Ye-hwa then latched onto his chest, stimulating anew.
Tasting duo action post-Seon-hui threesome, she'd hooked. Good or doomed? Confused, Seong Ye-han succumbed to their pleasure regardless.