Saintess Ha Yeon-ah
To be honest... Ha Yeon-ah was absolutely thrilled.
Her heart raced with excitement, pounding pleasantly in her chest, and her mind felt as clear and refreshing as a cloudless sky. The satisfaction of everything going according to plan. Weeks of grueling work that had been completely stalled, suddenly blasting through all at once like a clogged pipe finally clearing. And the relief of finally being able to sweep away the filthy trash beside I-rae. All those emotions tangled together, swallowing her whole.
Park I-rae, the very girl Ha Yeon-ah claimed to protect, hadn't said a single word about wanting this situation. But Ha Yeon-ah didn't care. No—more precisely, it didn't even cross her mind.
From her perspective, I-rae was a thorough victim being deceived, and Seong Ye-han was the trash trying to rape her. Ha Yeon-ah had no idea that I-rae wasn't the pure, bright, innocent girl she imagined. She couldn't fathom that I-rae had thrown herself at a man who already had a lover, all for her own goals. Nor that if her senior wanted it, I-rae wouldn't care if he fucked other women or how it happened.
The "safety measure" of the call connection with I-rae, which Ha Yeon-ah thought secure, was nothing more than a rusted, rotten lock from the start.
Moreover, Ha Yeon-ah underestimated men far too much. From childhood until she reached S-rank, she'd been under her sister's protection, never directly facing raw male desire. All she knew was that men leered at her with dirty, disgusting eyes from afar but never went further. Pathetic losers drooling helplessly before her overwhelming beauty and voluptuous body.
By the time she hit A-rank, she was already a powerhouse sexually and physically. At S-rank, no man on her level even existed. Men had become weaklings who couldn't even raise their voices to her.
The only one even remotely equal was the Hunter Association president, but he was such a paragon of virtue—and old enough to be her father—that romance was out of the question.
In a way, Seong Ye-han was the first man Ha Yeon-ah had ever faced without any protection. Equal to her. No—superior.
That's why she couldn't anticipate this situation. Couldn't even imagine it. Couldn't react.
She had to realize now: a man existed who could shatter her will head-on and force anything on her if he wanted.
"Wh-what... what are you doing?!"
"What do you think? Doing exactly what you said. You fucking bitch."
The blazing fury in his eyes—the first raw anger she'd ever faced from a man. His large hands gripped her arms, yanking them up and squeezing hard enough to hurt.
"Ah... it h-hurts..."
Overpowered by brute force, Ha Yeon-ah crumbled helplessly. She was an S-rank hunter, after all. Her overwhelming mana-fueled physical enhancement alone should outmatch most male hunters.
But against Seong Ye-han, it was like wrinkling paper in front of a chrysalis.
She collapsed with a thud, realizing she'd been laid on the hotel room's massive bed.
'S-scary...'
His black eyes, properly met for the first time, seemed to burn like coals. A terror she'd never felt even fighting monsters wrapped around her.
Right now, none of that S-rank hunter bullshit mattered. All that existed was the primal hierarchy of male and female.
"D-don't you feel ashamed in front of I-rae?!"
Ha Yeon-ah shouted sharply, hiding her fear. Her safety net: If Seong Ye-han loved I-rae, he wouldn't assault another woman with his lover clearly listening. It was common sense.
But...
"Oh, that?"
Her hope shattered instantly. The hologram tab, connected when they entered, was now blacked out, disconnected.
Ha Yeon-ah panicked. No matter how she thought about it, Seong Ye-han had no free hand—how?
"Wh-when did you... you bastard...!"
In truth, I-rae had smartly cut it off herself, but Ha Yeon-ah could only assume some trick from him. Her primal instincts as a female scrambled her mind.
But with her head going blank and body stiffening, there was nothing she could do. Just like a frightened cat hissing pathetically.
"Let go! You trash! Rapist!"
"Yeah. I'll be your rapist."
Seong Ye-han brushed off her insults casually.
"Fuck. What the hell did I do wrong? Huh?"
His voice growled low like a feral beast.
"Even if I prove it, you won't believe shit. Tried to let it slide, and now you're talking about making me kneel..."
"Eek...!"
"Hey. You'd be dead if not for me. Know that? Nah, you wouldn't have died. That exile fucker clearly had no intention of killing you."
His free hand—the one not restraining her arms—roughly grabbed her breast.
"Kyaa...!"
"He must've had a field day playing with this slutty body, huh? Yeah? That poison-whatever bitch who couldn't even think straight. No way he'd leave you alone, right?"
"H-heek?"
"And despite me saving your ass, you won't even listen to a word. Huh?"
Ha Yeon-ah flinched reflexively at the whisper in her ear, shrinking her neck.
"So... a bitch already fucked senseless by that exile. No complaints if I fuck you instead."
"Y-you... crazy bastard! Rapist fuck!!!"
"Yeah, I'm a rapist."
Ha Yeon-ah shuddered as the fiery rage in his eyes hardened into something else.
Finally, a tiny possibility peeked into her mind—one buried deep in her confirmation bias.
"W-wait... just a sec..."
"Too late."
Riiip—
"Kyaaaaak!"
But regrets always come too late.
Squish-squish—
"Hngh... ughk..."
Still pinned with her arms yanked above her head, Ha Yeon-ah was toyed with like a plaything.
Her tightly buttoned coat had popped open, buttons flying. The thin blouse beneath was torn completely, exposing her luscious white flesh without filter.
Only the black lace lingerie her sister had dressed her in barely covered her upper body—but it only fueled his desire more.
Squeeze—
"Haaangh!"
How many minutes had passed? Her body heated up instinctively from the relentless breast play. Warmth crept through her once-cool skin, adding moisture to her already smooth complexion. A young, healthy female body reacting to a skilled male touch.
Ha Yeon-ah, who'd never even properly masturbated due to her aversion to such things, had pent-up physical cravings steadily cracking open under Seong Ye-han's hands.
"Hnnngh... hnght!"
"What the fuck. So damn sensitive?"
Seong Ye-han was the surprised one at her reactions. Honestly, this was a spur-of-the-moment outburst from intense anger—a happenstance.
Anger burns hot and fierce but fades fast. Now, with time passed and calm settling, something else drove him.
"Eek! Haangh!"
Her moans burst out each time he squeezed. The softness of breasts so massive his hands sank in completely. Her waist twisting, legs kicking—yet trembling in sync with his breaths. A bewitching female body...
What moved Seong Ye-han now was thick lust, plain and simple.
No point stopping halfway; their relationship was ruined either way. Might as well go all in.
"S-sorry... I'm sorry, so—kyaaang!"
Rip—
Ignoring her pleading, Seong Ye-han ripped off her bra.
With a jiggle like a sound effect, her breasts finally spilled free.
'Fucking insane.'
Seong Ye-han swallowed his awe. White breasts glowing as if self-illuminated... no, milk jugs at this point. Overflowing even in both hands, yet impossibly elastic with perfect teardrop curves. National treasure material—worthy of preservation.
Atop those massive mounds sat clean pink nipples, perfectly sized. But one oddity.
"Inverted, huh?"
"D-don't... look..."
Despite all the kneading, her nipples still hid shyly. Ha Yeon-ah squeezed her eyes shut in shame, twisting to hide them.
But that only made her breasts more alluring, drawing his gaze harder.
Seong Ye-han wanted to suck them out right then but held back. He'd savor her shyness later. For now, his hands slid downward from her breasts.
Languid strokes over her soft, perfectly fleshy belly.
"N-nooo...! Not there! Please!!"
She clamped her thighs tight, sensing his target, but it was futile.
He brushed aside her feeble resistance and reached her most precious spot.
Squelch—
"Haha—"
"Heeek...!"
Seong Ye-han chuckled at the heat and wetness inside. A virgin, yet dripping like this from just breast play? Street whores weren't this bad.
"What a fucking slut... You into getting raped or something? Huh?"
"N-no... that's not it...!"
"Bullshit."
He shook his head at her denial, berating her as his fingers moved. No inserting yet—that was for later.
Instead, he pressed and rubbed her clit. Hard presses, flicks, wide circles.
"Feels good, right? Huh?"
"Aaak?! Haaaang?!"
Her moans soared high. New pleasure made her writhe, but she couldn't escape his hand. Like a freshly caught fish flopping helplessly.
More lewd and sensitive than any woman he'd bedded. Her death-throe reactions from mere fingering... The haughty face that insulted and toyed with him moments ago was the total opposite, stoking his conquest lust endlessly.
"Decided."
"Hngh...?"
"Not just today. You'll be mine from now on. I'll make it so. No matter what..."
Ha Yeon-ah's pupils trembled at his absurd declaration. His eyes burned with overwhelming, bottomless male desire—deeper and darker than any she'd seen.
She felt like those flames were scorching her entire body. And no matter what, she couldn't escape them...