Jang Yi-soo (1)
A cramped old room steeped in a bleak, desolate air — the kind of place that brought an abandoned house to mind.
Hae-na hung there stripped completely bare, both wrists bound in chains that ran up to the ceiling.
Clank.
"Ow…!"
She had tried slipping her wrists free more times than she could count, but every attempt only left them aching worse.
Creak. Thud!
A man with eyes as cold as a snake's pulled the iron door shut behind him and stepped inside.
In his hand dangled a whip studded with spikes.
Crack! Crack!
"You dirty bitch. I treat you nice, and you go spreading your legs for some other punk?"
Reddened whip marks bloomed across Hae-na's full hips and narrow waist.
Hae-na, swallowing the pain, spat out the words like a groan.
"You insane bastard... cut the bullshit."
Pleasure rippled in the snake-eyed man's pupils — the gleam of a man with a viciously sadistic streak.
"I'm going to give you one thorough lesson."
When the snake-eyed man undid his belt and shoved down his trousers, out came a cock hanging limp as a deflated parade balloon.
"Haha. With that limp noodle?"
Wounded by Hae-na's mockery, the snake-eyed man knit his brow and brought the whip down twice more.
"Shut your mouth, you fucking bitch. Today's going to be different."
The man produced a glass bottle that looked, at a glance, like some kind of stamina tonic.
Pop.
The snake-eyed man leered and told her:
"This here is a premium-grade elixir refined from orc blood. An item made specifically for putting filthy bitches like you back in line."
Hae-na shot him a look of pure, worn-out exhaustion.
"Jang Yi-soo... you really are a sick fuck."
Gulp, gulp.
The snake-eyed man — Jang Yi-soo — tipped his head back, throat working, and drained the bottle in a single swallow.
Shwoooo!
Yi-soo's limp cock stood bolt upright before her eyes.
"Ooooh!"
And it didn't stop there. What had been an average size kept swelling until, in mere moments, it was as thick as Hae-na's forearm. Rock-hard, with wormlike veins writhing along its length, the thing looked so grotesque it might have been a separate lifeform entirely.
"Nyahaha! This stuff really works!"
Yi-soo, his cock now standing stiff and proud, seized Hae-na's naked hips in both hands.
Shlk!
Then, without a trace of lubricant, he rammed himself deep into her bare pussy.
"How's that big cock feel, huh? You filthy bitch!"
Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Hae-na was in agony, but she clenched her jaw and bore it — she knew that letting even a single moan slip would hand Yi-soo exactly the satisfaction he craved.
Squelch.
Tasting the coppery tang of blood spreading through her mouth, she wished for one thing only — for it to be over soon.
"Shall I drop you off here?"
I had just spent myself thoroughly with a young MILF, and was now driving her home, aiming to drop her off in front of her place before the night grew too late.
"Yes. Thank you."
Before closing the car door, she asked:
"Um... would it be okay if I called you again sometime?"
Right now she was barely managing to stand on thighs that trembled like jelly — the lingering aftereffect of just how deep I'd developed the inside of her pussy.
She told me she'd climaxed more in this single day than in her whole life before it. Now that she'd learned the taste of true pleasure, her sex life was only going to turn more spectacular from here on out.
"We'll see."
I answered coolly and stepped on the gas.
The car that had peeled away from her pulled to a stop in front of a convenience store — I was a chainsmoker, and I'd run dry.
Ding-dong.
"Welcome in."
Behind the register worked a young woman with a fresh-faced look, like a college girl who'd only just started her freshman year.
I set a few odds and ends on the counter and pointed at the cigarette shelf.
"One Marlboro Gold, please."
Just as I was paying for the cigarettes, I remembered I had no lighter.
Right — Maeng Su-ho was a non-smoker.
I went back to the counter and said:
"And a lighter, please."
Hearing me, the part-timer fished out a lighter, hesitated for a heartbeat, then set it in my palm. Her cheeks flushed pink.
"This one's on the house."
"Sorry?"
The part-timer said, her voice trembling:
"In exchange, your phone number, maybe...?"
It was less trouble than refusing, so I scrawled my number across the back of the receipt she'd just handed me.
"Thank you! You're seriously gorgeous!"
"Yeah. Take care."
Lighting up in the smoking area outside, I caught my own reflection in the glass. The way I smoked simply dripped with style — like a Hollywood actor who'd once owned an era.
I was still drunk on my own cool when, off in the distance, a black van screeched to a halt.
Pitch-black tinting, like that sedan I saw at the pool earlier.
Shoulders in black suits climbed out of the van.
One, two, three, four... eight.
Eight unsavory faces were closing in on me.
They're headed this way. Did they run out of cigarettes too?
Their faces were menacing enough that any civilian would have crossed the street to avoid them, but for me, seeing men with those rough, hard-bitten features — like the unaffiliated hunters I'd run into ad nauseam in my old life — after so long was almost a pleasant nostalgia.
Instinctively, I gauged their strength.
Five E-Class, two D-Class. And the last one...
At some point, I'd found myself able to roughly measure a hunter's power just by looking at them. This wasn't an ability granted through a status window — it was simply an instinct that had taken root as I grew stronger as a hunter.
But the black suit trailing at the very rear — the one who looked a solid ten years older than the rest — I couldn't get a clean read on at all.
That one's pretty strong.
And then they walked right past the convenience store.
Looks like their business isn't with the store after all. It's with me.
I took one last, long drag.
Just as I'd expected, one of the black suits stopped dead in front of me, bored his glare into my face, then barked at his crew:
"Judging by that cocky look in his eyes, this is our guy, Boss!"
At that, the older black suit addressed me:
"You Maeng Su-ho?"
I ground out the ember underfoot and answered:
"'You'? That's quite the informal tone you've got there."
"You insolent little shit!"
At my provocation, the black suits flanking me reached out to seize me — but I was already half a beat ahead of them, fist in motion.
Wham! Wham!
In an instant, two of them took my jab square on the nose and went to prodding their faces, checking whether the bone was still intact.
About right for a warm-up.
This was my first time fighting a person since possessing this body. If anything, though, I took it as a fine opportunity to put my hand-to-hand skills to the test.
Wham-bam-thud!
My hands and feet moved so fast they were nearly hard to rein in.
Wham! Thud!
"Gahk!"
"Argh!"
Of the seven who rushed me, five black suits ended up rolling on the pavement. The other two were still upright, but they'd taken a real beating.
It had all happened before I even registered it.
What? Why are they so weak?
The blows felt so absurdly bland that I deflated a little. These men should have been at least a cut above the low-rank hunters I'd faced without end in my past life — and yet they hadn't managed a flicker of resistance before flopping flat to the ground like stunned frogs under my fists.
I'm even more overpowered than I thought.
Pride swelled in me at my own strength. And perhaps because it was the first human blood I'd seen since the possession, a faint thrill ran through me as well. The exhilaration of combat, paired with the view of them writhing at my feet — it wasn't a bad feeling at all.
I crooked my fingers at the two still squared off against me.
"What's the holdup? Come at me already."
The two still standing wore curdled expressions — they clearly hadn't expected me to be this strong.
Then the older suit, who had only been watching from the back, stepped forward.
"Oh-ho. So the boss shows up last, does he?"
His expression didn't so much as twitch at my taunt. The older suit rummaged for something inside his jacket.
A gun?
I tensed my toes, ready to lunge before he could fire — but what he drew from his jacket was a smartphone.
"Look."
He held the screen out toward me.
"What is it?"
On the phone's display was a naked woman.
Why is this guy suddenly showing me nudes?
While I was still thinking along those lines, the older suit said flatly:
"You know this bitch, don't you?"
A woman bound in rope, her voluptuous figure accentuated all the more for it.
"...Hae-na?"
The moment I recognized her, the older suit murmured a quiet "That's right," drew a length of cord from his jacket, and waved it as he spoke:
"A specially made binding rope for hunters. You'd best come along and be taken quietly. Otherwise..."
The truth was, she and I had only crossed paths for the first time today. Even if gangsters wanted to threaten me with her, it had precious little to do with me.
"...because you'll be receiving this bitch's severed head in the mail as a little package."
Gulp.
The frost-edged threat shook me for an instant. But I shook my head and quickly cast the sympathy aside.
"Sorry, but that's none of my business. I'd never seen that woman before today."
I wasn't about to gamble my own skin over a woman I'd met that very day.
The older suit nodded as though he'd predicted my answer down to the word.
"Is that so? A cold one, aren't you."
In the lull, I saw the fallen men stirring back to their feet. Damn it — I'd been played.
What the older suit had been after all along was time. Before I knew it, the recovered men had reformed their lines and closed a circle around me.
This time the older suit truly did draw a club-like weapon from his jacket, leveled it at me, and shouted:
"We rush him together. Nobody gets careless!"
"Yes, sir!"
With the thugs now at full alert and the older suit joining the fray, the fight turned into something else entirely. The older suit in particular was strong enough to match me nearly blow for blow. He met my attacks head-on while his goons nipped at my flanks, and before long my hands and feet were growing muddled.
"Hah... hah... huff."
Watching me gasp for air, the older suit scented victory and addressed his men.
"Let's finish this. The longer it drags, the bigger the headache."
Even in a world where hunters existed, this was no lawless land. However high above the law the superhuman elite might reign, if underworld violence carried on in broad daylight like this, public order forces would be dispatched without fail.
I just have to hold out until then.
Wham-thud!
I managed to flatten two of the thugs with lightning-fast fists.
One hurdle cleared—
CRACK!
A dull, heavy impact crashed into the back of my skull. The sky flashed yellow in an instant, and my body slipped its reins, toppling forward face-first.
"Stomp this son of a bitch!"
Even the black suits I'd knocked down scrambled up and began stomping me without restraint.
With my consciousness failing, I fixed my dimming eyes on the older suit.
"Ugh..."
I saw him making a call to somewhere.
"Yes, Boss. We've got him. We're heading out right now."
And with that, my consciousness snapped off clean, like a blackout.
