Beast Hunt
Ha Yeon-ah didn't like this situation one bit. Born with stunning beauty, she naturally developed an explosive figure and an irresistible sensuality that burst forth without restraint. Men... they swarmed her even when she did nothing at all, approaching on their own, expecting things, lusting after her freely. They were like mayflies drawn to light, or buzzing flies that annoyed her no end. You could swat them away, but they kept coming back, and the moment they sensed any weakness, they'd pounce like wild beasts.
Her feminine allure was so radiant and captivating that she had no reason to amplify it deliberately—no need, no experience, no skill in doing so. No one masters what they've never had to try. That's why Ha Yeon-ah was utterly hopeless at seducing men... or, to put it bluntly, at turning them on. Why him, of all people? After just a few meetings—nothing special, just sharing a casual meal here and there—did Seong Ye-han have any idea how much effort other men had poured into even getting that one meal with her? If he knew, he couldn't possibly stay so nonchalant.
"Surely..."
The Seong Ye-han she'd first met in the Association President's office hadn't seemed much different from the usual moths. Even while dating a pretty, vibrant beauty like Park I-rae, his gaze had raked over her body with the clear hunger of a male sizing up prime female prey. She'd figured that if she showed even a hint of vulnerability, he'd lunge right in. But reality had been more like staring at a madwoman—deeply unsettling. Now, whenever she tried anything, his mouth twisted into an awkward grimace he couldn't hide.
"He's not... impotent or anything."
Ha Yeon-ah furrowed her delicate brows in thought. But no matter how she puzzled it out, her common sense offered no answers. Her attempts at seduction came off as pathetic—thrusting out her chest in a way that just felt burdensome, her expression icing over colder than usual, the timing completely off without any context or natural flow. Everything was wrong, but she couldn't see it. She didn't realize that simply eating and leaving without any antics would have drawn his attention far better.
Ha Yeon-u. The older sister of the "Saintess" Ha Yeon-ah and guild master of Neorul Guild. For her sister, she'd charged into her former guild's master, striking out on her own to build what was now one of Korea's premier guilds. Of course, her S-rank sister's halo had played a huge role in that success, but Ha Yeon-ah had only hit S-rank a year ago. Before that, Ha Yeon-u had laid the foundation single-handedly.
Lately, though, something had been nagging at Ha Yeon-u: her sister, Ha Yeon-ah. From childhood through becoming a hunter and reaching S-rank, her sister had endured so much hardship that she'd naturally grown distant from men. But recently, her behavior had turned suspicious. She spent more time fiddling with her hologram tab alone. The sister who always bundled up in baggy clothes to hide her curves was dressing just a tad more flatteringly. She obsessed over food, hunting down gourmet spots solo, and now she'd even asked about makeup—something Ha Yeon-ah had never seemed interested in her whole life.
"This is... this is...!"
And the smoking gun: the book clutched in her sister's hand right now.
31 Ways to Seduce the Opposite Sex
A man...! It had to be a man! Tears of joy welled in Ha Yeon-u's eyes as emotion overwhelmed her. Her sister had lived by the ironclad rule that all men = trash, her mental walls sky-high. As a big sister, Ha Yeon-u had desperately wanted to show her that not every guy was garbage, but those barriers were impenetrable—she'd half-given up. And yet! Someone had finally scaled those towering walls and reached her heart.
Ha Yeon-u felt profound gratitude toward this nameless, faceless savior.
"Who could it be?"
What kind of person? Whoever stole her sister's heart had to be handsome, capable, kinder than anyone. Ha Yeon-u imagined the man her sister would bring home one day, a delighted smile spreading across her face. What should she say when they met? How had their first encounter gone? With one massive worry lifted, Ha Yeon-u's expression bloomed like spring flowers.
Ding-
"Haa..."
Seong Ye-han sighed at the soft yet piercing alert chime and the glowing hologram tab.
"Who's got you like this, oppa?"
"Some weirdo bitch..."
"Weirdo bitch?"
"Yeah."
Sensing his weary vibe from just one message, Shin Ye-hwa asked with concern. Seong Ye-han shoved the hologram tab far away as he replied. She still didn't know about his meetings with Ha Yeon-ah. Sure, she knew he was seeing some woman regularly, but not who. If she found out it was the S-rank Ha Yeon-ah, Ye-hwa would jump in to help him fuck her right away. And he'd get swept up in it, working to bed Ha Yeon-ah... Not that it sounded bad, but something instinctively held him back.
Ha Yeon-ah would be a massive power-up for him. Given his Heroine Hunter ability, following Yeo Seon-hui, she was hands-down the best female hunter available in Korea. No—purely in terms of his power, she might even outshine Yeo Seon-hui for raw benefits. He knew that full well. Logically, crazy bitch or weirdo, he'd be yelling "high!" even if he couldn't seal the deal. The old Seong Ye-han, pre-Shin Ye-hwa, would've dived in headfirst.
But... people are emotional creatures, after all. No matter how mind-blowingly hot Ha Yeon-ah was, no matter her succubus-like body that got him hard just standing there, her antics triggered an instinctive revulsion. It wasn't a one-night stand; they'd keep crossing paths, bodies tangling in the future. The thought made his skin crawl.
She was the ultimate "you're great if you just shut up~~~." Perfect looks, perfect skills—everything—but open her mouth, and she shattered it all, grinding it to dust and flushing it down the river. In Seong Ye-han's eyes, Ha Yeon-ah was the pinnacle of that type. That face, that body. The mystical aura shimmering in golden light. The taboo thrill of the "Saintess" title. All ruined by her goddamn behavior... Look however you want, it screamed trap card! How could he relax?
Still, her connections as an S-rank hunter and a friend of I-rae kept him from ghosting her entirely—that was the real problem. Early meetings had gone okay, chatting about I-rae to keep things light. But now? Next time, it'd be silent plate-poking and more of whatever pathetic "appeal" she thought she was doing. Annoying as hell...
As Seong Ye-han gloomily stared at the still-glowing tab, soft feminine warmth enveloped him from behind.
Squish-squish-
Familiar softness and bounce, yet always heart-racing. Whoever it was, tormenting him like this meant she wasn't ordinary.
"Dunno who, but she's no average girl if she's stressing you out this bad, huh?"
"Ye-hwa..."
Feeling the perfect warm embrace, Seong Ye-han placed his hand over the arms wrapped around him. Their fingers interlaced, still moist and hot.
"If you haven't told me... you must have your reasons, oppa."
Realistically, how many women in Korea could give an S-rank like him a headache? The answer was obvious unless there was some private motive, but Shin Ye-hwa stayed silent. Her real worry was his obvious fatigue.
She released their grip and slither-slither—like a serpent, climbed over his body, switching from behind to face him. His shiver at the smooth glide of her skin was brief. Her beautiful face now front and center lifted his mood instantly. The hologram tab vanished from view; only her sparkling violet eyes filled his world.
Smack-
A light kiss on his forehead. Soft lips touching, then parting. Staring blankly, he watched her lips curve gently. This was a face that cheered you up just by looking...
Shin Ye-hwa fidgeted a moment, then lifted the blanket over them. Thick winter coziness rose, revealing the treasure beneath. He'd groped, squeezed, bitten, and sucked these countless times, yet her massive, perfect-density breasts always drew awe.
"Wanna touch my tits?"
Her whispery voice gripped his heart—no special ability needed. The gloom clouding his chest evaporated, replaced by radiant sunshine.
"Yeah."
"Hehe... Ahh."
What were god-tier tits? This. Right here, before his eyes. True perfection.
