Beast Hunt
Having already repelled several large and small monster waves, Yeo Seon-hui gazed down at the earth from the vast sky once more today. Winter was a season of scarcity—and of battle. Cities, teeming with countless humans and resources, were like treasure troves to monsters. It was only natural that their invasions intensified as the cold set in, in accordance with the laws of nature. And among those times, this period at winter's end was when monsters grew the most ferocious, striking from the unseen.
Tatata-tang! Kuwoong! Kuwoong!
Long stretches of trenches and barbed wire. Within them, anti-monster rifles spat fire endlessly, while massive cannon blasts shook the air on the battlefield. Far off in the distance stood the towering skyscrapers of the lofty city, a world apart despite being just dozens of kilometers away. Standing a step back from the brutal fray of gunpowder, blood, sweat, and tears, Yeo Seon-hui took in the battle's flow at a glance. Where defenses held firm, where danger loomed. Lines that wavered but held steady. Fronts soon to be reinforced by reserves. And spots teetering on the brink.
She'd known nothing of strategy or tactics at first. But as the saying went, even a temple dog recites poetry after three years. After a decade in this line of work, she could now gauge the situation with just a quick sweep of her eyes.
Shuuuak—
Four swords hovering behind her sliced through the air in an instant, plummeting downward. Kee-eek! Each streak of silver light carved a line, severing everything in its path—like erasing a pencil mark from black paper with a premium eraser, leaving empty voids. Visible even from the high sky, those traces seemed far too vast for the work of a single sword. Though her blades were larger than standard pre-Gate swords, this went beyond mere size; it was raw destruction.
A mere four swords swept the battlefield like lightning bolts, and chunks of monster hordes were sliced away in an instant. They lost momentum, fluttering and crumbling like leaves battered by a typhoon.
If Ha Yeon-ah was the battlefield's artillery, Yeo Seon-hui was a strategic bomber. Overwhelming mobility allowed precise, efficient support across multiple fronts simultaneously. A single pass could devastate entire zones.
"Woooaaah!"
The battlefield cleared in a flash. Cheers of survival and victory rang out below, faint but audible. Yeo Seon-hui ignored them. She'd heard such acclaim and gratitude so often it bored her. She didn't see her actions as some grand, righteous deed anyway. Turning her blade tips homeward, she flew off.
The penthouse atop a towering building. She entered through a window modified for sword-flight access and flopped onto the bed.
"It's grown even more..."
Murmuring as she recalled the recent fight, she noted her telekinesis control had sharpened lately. Each sword now held exponentially more power and efficiency. The result? Razor-sharp, broader telekinetic edges on her flying swords, spinning at high speeds to whip up literal blade winds. Every one had become a tactical weapon.
A power increase. The dream of every Awakener—even S-ranks at the pinnacle.
Yet Yeo Seon-hui couldn't rejoice purely. The cause...
"Sex... growth from sex..."
She buried her face in the pillow, squirming in embarrassment.
"W-well... that place is so sensitive and precious..."
If she could wield telekinesis there, growth made sense. But deep down, a voice screamed she couldn't accept it. Power from sex? It made her sound like some lewd, vulgar slut!
Sure, she was at the age when female libido peaked. She'd spied on others having sex multiple times and masturbated to it, so maybe she was lewd. Swept up in the mood, she'd lost her virginity in a shocking 3P—and enjoyed it shamelessly. She remembered melting into him after one night, initiating a kiss while cooing how good it felt. Frivolous, indeed.
"Still..."
This was too much. Trembling, she felt her lower belly itch inside. Battlefields, where life and death intertwined, ignited primal urges. Who could restrain themselves or plan long-term when death might come tomorrow?
Yet since reaching S-rank, she'd never felt such impulses—until now.
"Hngh..."
Rebound from using her power during sex? Or her ripe body craving the taste of its first man? Lately, post-battle, her flesh boiled like a furnace. Sticky panties clung uncomfortably to her lower half. He'd marveled at how wet she got...
"All his fault."
Wrapping herself in the soft duvet to calm down—but how could she? Telling someone not to think of an elephant only made them obsess. The more she pushed away that night's memories, the sharper they resurfaced.
His rough hands gripping her waist fiercely, mauling her breasts and ass. The sensation of him filling her depths completely, leaving no room to breathe. His merciless cock scraping, digging, molding her sensitive softness to his shape, conquering her. His growling, vulgar words still echoed: "tentacle pussy" and such filth.
"Sis's pussy... fucking insane..."
"Haht!"
His voice—Seong Ye-han's—lingered in her mind, though he wasn't here.
"Bad guy..."
If he hadn't shown her this... she wouldn't be burning up, going mad with need.
"Ahh... hngh..."
She wouldn't feel this... lonely.
All his fault. For having such a cheat ability. Sucking up her telekinesis like that. Then fumbling, claiming he couldn't even use a single window properly. If he could wield just one sword right, they could've soared the skies together. He could be beside her now. Then...
"Ahk..."
All because he was such an idiot.
She stewed over him in bed, wriggling until sharp, intense flashes swept her body several times.
While Yeo Seon-hui soothed her loneliness alone, Seong Ye-han was eating with Ha Yeon-ah.
What the hell is this?
After confirming her tendencies with Park I-rae post-fast-food joint, he couldn't make sense of this.
"Why?"
Feeling his stare, Ha Yeon-ah lifted her eyes from her food and shot him a glare. The perpetual chill in her brow furrowed slightly—clearly no fondness there. Yet she'd initiated this meal invite, suggesting otherwise.
"Nah, just... you eating well looks nice."
"...Don't say useless crap."
Her voice was icy and curt. So maybe not... Seong Ye-han gave up puzzling it out. Time with a beauty like Ha Yeon-ah was welcome for any man, regardless. She didn't demand anything—no favors, no requests. If anything, learning quiet, gaze-free spots even an S-rank could enjoy was a steal. Her icy facade blooming into smiles when sharing stories felt great to witness.
Still, one gripe...
"Ahem..."
A pointed cough, drawing eyes to her. There loomed grand, beautiful hills on the table, elbows propped assertively. Her stare weighed heavy, burdensome.
Why's she doing that?
Of course, he knew Ha Yeon-ah's tits were godly. But that sort of thing worked when done innocently—I dunno~ vibes, sneaking peeks. Not blatant: Here they are. Staring? Good. While scanning him like eyes wide open—handle it. Even godly tits deflated a guy in that setup.
Any decent man would glance briefly, then politely look away. But if he did...
"Haaah..."
She'd exhale artificially, protesting for attention. Gaze back, and sharp eyes emphasized her chest more.
Look? Touch? Ignore? Leave? No clue what rhythm to match.
Crazy bitch...
Seong Ye-han lamented that no S-rank seemed normal. Shoveling down his spaghetti, he thought he'd head home after and play with Shin Ye-hwa's instead.