Saintess Ha Yeon-ah
In short, Ha Yeon-ah and Seong Ye-han reached some kind of agreement without causing any further commotion.
When the on-duty doctors and nurses, who had been waiting outside, came rushing in at the sound of her scream and asked what was wrong, Ha Yeon-ah caught Seong Ye-han's desperate glance. Even though he was that kind of guy, he was still the one who had saved both her and Park I-rae's lives, so she dismissed them by saying nothing was wrong.
She brushed off the doctors' insistence that they needed a proper health check since she'd just regained consciousness, citing her own healing abilities. Though the heat had subsided somewhat from its peak, she glared at Seong Ye-han with an even icier fury frozen in her eyes.
Under her attitude that said if you have something to say, spit it out, Seong Ye-han hesitated but finally opened his mouth. As his ridiculous excuses poured out, Ha Yeon-ah felt contempt rising within her, but she nodded for now, saying she understood. If he hadn't been their lifesaver... if this weren't a hospital... she would have roasted his entire body with a grand, beautiful beam of light and purified him on the spot.
"Uh... um..."
Sensing her aura, Ha Yeon-ah ignored Seong Ye-han's fidgeting and began healing Park I-rae with her ability. Unlike herself, who had benefited from an elemental boost, Park I-rae was resisting Park Eun-hyeon's curse purely with mana, so every minute and second counted.
After a brief glow of golden light filled the hospital room, the curse injected into I-rae thankfully wasn't too much, making the healing straightforward. I-rae regained consciousness. Being hit by an S-rank hunter's ability, she couldn't jump right up like Ha Yeon-ah had, but she was out of immediate danger. Of course, the curse was so sticky and persistent that full recovery would take a bit more time, just like for Ha Yeon-ah—but for all intents and purposes, the crisis was over.
"You. You have some serious explaining to do."
Leaving the newly awakened I-rae behind, Ha Yeon-ah spat those cold words at Seong Ye-han and stormed out of the room. She had no choice. If she'd stayed and seen the smile I-rae gave Seong Ye-han through her tears... if she'd heard the deep affection in her voice when she called him "Sunbae"... no one in the world could have stayed there without tact, hovering awkwardly beside the embracing couple.
She couldn't very well tell a woman who had just woken up that this sex-crazed monster bastard had tried to rape her while she was unconscious and on the brink of death. Ha Yeon-ah wasn't so lacking in empathy as to stab such a dagger into her heart.
"..."
"......"
Ignoring the faint, intimate conversation drifting from inside, Ha Yeon-ah sat outside the room. Soon, Seong Ye-han emerged, and she grabbed him, making him promise a proper explanation soon before they parted. His retreating figure showed no worry or concern whatsoever, which only made him seem even more loathsome to her.
"Haa..."
Returning home with a heavy, irritated, and pained heart, Ha Yeon-ah half-reclined on the dark sky-blue sofa in the living room—practically her designated seat—and nursed her lingering rage.
"Men are all..."
No matter how she thought about it, it didn't make sense. If he'd just gotten on his knees and begged for forgiveness, she might have—just a tiny bit, like an ant's tear—considered letting it slide. Enough to tell him to cut ties with I-rae and stay away.
"What does he think people are..."
But he... Seong Ye-han had tried to weasel out with blatant lies. Fresh anger surged again.
"Sex... sex heals it..."
As if such an ability could exist! Sure, hunter abilities were mysterious—sometimes one power had multiple effects, or there were truly bizarre ones. But Seong Ye-han already had an ability, didn't he? The physical enhancement that had propelled him from E-rank to S-rank.
"This won't do."
Ha Yeon-ah resolved to drive Seong Ye-han away from Park I-rae, no matter what. Even if it hurt I-rae, a temporary breakup would hurt far less than staying by that trash's side.
Ha Yeon-ah sent the message to Seong Ye-han, demanding proof. But of course, she had zero intention of spending a night with him. The thought of lying in the same bed as that trash, letting him touch her body—it made her shudder. The sole purpose of saying this was to leave him no room for excuses or escape.
Come the promised day, he'd admit his lie and beg forgiveness. Then she'd record it and show I-rae. Seeing video of him confessing his ugly deceit and attempted assault on an unconscious woman would shatter even love-blinded affection.
"Perfect."
Ha Yeon-ah was satisfied with her plan. Soon, Park I-rae would be free from that beast's clutches. No matter what.
While Ha Yeon-ah smirked secretly at her own scheme, Seong Ye-han lay on the spacious bed in his long-vacant home, reveling in the warmth of a woman's body after far too long.
"Ahng! Heung! Aang!"
Splash-splash-
The woman atop the man devoured his cock voraciously. Shin Ye-hwa, lost in ecstasy, slammed her hips down relentlessly, squeezing the hot rod that fit her pussy so perfectly.
"Haet! Oppa... ahng!"
Each time she drove her hips down hard, impaling her womb on his cock herself. Thud! Her body trembled with every upward thrust against her womb, light climaxes rippling through, yet her pounding never slowed.
"Aang! So...! Oppa cock... yummy..."
Her face melted in pleasure, drool trickling from her lips unnoticed as she focused solely on grinding her hips. That lewd expression made Seong Ye-han's already rock-hard cock swell even larger. The delightful weight of the bitch riding him stoked his lust further.
"Ahak? Huhet... ahhat!"
Feeling his cock pulse vividly inside her, Shin Ye-hwa flashed a sticky, melted smile. Her beloved cock was telling her how good her long-neglected body felt, sending fresh thrills through her.
Loving oppa. Loving cock...
Squeeze-
"Kkhum! Hmm!"
"Haaa. So gooood..."
Seong Ye-han swallowed a groan as her premium pussy clenched like a virgin's. He preferred dominating over being ridden, but...
"Eung! Arng!"
Like offering water to a man dying of thirst in the desert, he let Ye-hwa have her way tonight.
Raids weren't one- or two-day affairs. This tiger hunt had been mercifully short for a raid, but preparation—gathering people, assigning roles, setting up encirclement—took far longer. Even if killing the tiger and dealing with the S-rank outlaw Park Eun-hyeon had taken just a day, the operation had brewed much earlier.
During that time, Shin Ye-hwa had pent up her desires alone. Seeing him return ignited it all. Plus, her devotion: greeting him in sheer black stockings that gleamed against her smooth ivory skin.
Letting her lead for one night showed a man's magnanimity.
"Wanted it that bad?"
"Haeng... yeah. Felt so lonely..."
Pausing her pounding to catch her breath, she rolled her hips gently with his cock buried deep. Answering his question, she leaned forward.
Smack-
"Eung..."
Their lips met naturally. Her tongue slipped out in invitation; he sucked it gently, wrapping his around it. She shuddered like struck by lightning—the sensation vivid.
Lick- slurp-
"Haum... haat..."
Her hips froze reflexively from the kiss's sweet pleasure. Seong Ye-han reached out, grabbing her firm ass cheeks wrapped in smooth stockings, forcing her hips back and forth.
His thick, massive glans twisted inside, churning her depths. Her slightly loosened walls clenched tight again. Her soft, elastic cervix still kissed his tip—suction- ready to suck up every drop when he came.
"Huum...! Hwaang...!"
Despite the intense pleasure from below, Shin Ye-hwa gripped his head harder, deepening the kiss.
Squelch! Squelch!
Her pounding resumed. Her tight pussy clung relentlessly—an endless well squeezing out his seed. He'd cum hands-free if he wasn't careful.
"Huup...! Ahang...! Haam...!"
Kissing, then breaking for loud moans from overwhelming pleasure, then back. It bordered on obsession, but Seong Ye-han pulled her closer, thrusting up to match her rhythm.
"Heut! Goood! Haum...!"
Chuwup! Squelch! Smack! Plap!
"Huuuueut!"
"Kkhaa..."
They shared hot, instinctual breaths, endlessly mixing saliva until upper and lower mouths melted together as one.
"Haa... haaang..."
"Huu... haa..."
How many rounds? Exhausted after venting their pent-up longing, they rested. Seong Ye-han stroked the stockings hugging her lower half, savoring the silkiness. Sensing his lingering regret, Shin Ye-hwa giggled cutely, nuzzling into his chest.
"Sorry, oppa."
"For what?"
Her sudden apology pierced his heart.
"I know you'd want to rip them yourself..."
"Huh?"
"I was too eager... so I tore them with my own hands..."
Her blushing shyness was so adorable...
Throb-
Twitch-
She gently soothed his skyward-thrusting cock with her hand and whispered in his ear.
"Oppa... how about..."
Her sweet, tickling breath.
"I change into new stockings?"
No male could refuse that. "Wanna rip them? Heehee."
Truly, Ye-hwa knew her place.