Jealousy Incarnate: Day Two Stranded
Jealousy incarnate on day two of being stranded. The ogre was A-rank, same as me right now. Part of me wanted to just charge in and throw down, but Park Jisu's worried eyes and the way she gripped my hand tight kept me in check. So instead, I wandered the gate interior, killing time.
Honestly, even I felt a twinge of unease. This was my first time facing an A-rank boss head-on, and who knew what curveballs it might throw? Better not to get cocky and cock it up—ending up dead would just screw me over, with all my badass abilities going to waste. Give me enough time, and trash like an ogre wouldn't stand a chance. I'd climb to the top hunter spot for sure.
Play it safe when you can. That's the rule.
With that little vow, I climbed a tree as usual to scout the mountains. The ogre acted like it had a honey pot stashed somewhere—it hadn't budged from the range. The stalemate had me sighing.
"Hoo... what the hell's going on?"
"Why?"
Park Jisu had snuck up beside me, snatching the binoculars and tilting her head.
"Nah, it just won't come out... You cleared all the trash mobs, right?"
"Yeah. Couldn't handle it myself, but everything outside the perimeter's done."
Even with a wide territory, food in there had limits. But this bastard wasn't even hunting—it holed up in the mountains without a peep. My head throbbed. If something worth ignoring food for was inside, it might turn on the mountains where Park Jisu was posted anytime during a fight. Pondering variables like that, I glanced at her and spoke up.
"Hey, this ain't working. I'll scout it out."
"Huh? That's too dangerous!"
Her eyes went wide, face scrunching up.
"Gotta know why. Leaving unknowns like this just puts you at more risk after I snipe it."
"Still..."
She got the logic as a hunter, nodding intellectually, but her heart wasn't in it—her hand twisted her sleeve, fidgeting.
I smirked and guided her hand to my crotch.
"Wifey, wait here. I'll be back before it cools off."
"Uh, o-okay..."
Ever since we hooked up, her libido exploded like a damn teenager—kneading at my touch, head down, smirking like an idiot.
My girl's a slut? Hell yeah, works for me. Heh.
After a quick happy time, I slipped from her groping hands and started circulating mana. Might as well make the most of this wild setup—after the goal, knock her up in nature. Not a bad plan.
"Wife! While I'm gone, scout a good spot."
"Good spot?"
She paused her fiddling, head tilted in confusion.
"Jeez..."
Tsking, I flashed a subtle hand signal. She got it then, nodding.
"O-okay! Hurry back...?"
Blushing like a shy bride, sending me off demurely. Made me want to ditch the scout and pound her doggy-style, but I sighed and moved out.
Damn, she's getting sluttier by the day.
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"This the spot?"
Focusing max stealth on my movement technique to avoid detection, I'd snuck to the base of a massive mountain undetected. A cave mouth loomed in the crevices of the giant rock face, thick darkness within. That had to be why the ogre was hunkered down.
Swallowing hard with tension, I stepped forward. Confident or not, a sudden clash with an A-rank boss was possible. Couldn't gauge its power—sweat slicked my palms.
"Hoo..."
Academy lessons and media covered it, but the real deal felt different. Scanning carefully, the cave entrance suited its bulk, winding tunnels giving off a creepy vibe.
But ignoring the gloom, deeper in, glowing things on the walls caught my eye—like luminous stones from the forest, embedded for decor. The ogre's handiwork? I snorted.
They say A-ranks are smart. Guess it's true.
Thought it was hunter bullshit till now, but stepping into its pad hit different. Chuckling softly, I hugged the wall, masking my presence.
Unlike pack monsters, loners like this holed up in caves—familiar setup, but goosebumps anyway.
With the glowstones, the twisting cave split into zones: fruits piled neat, meats separate. Near the entrance, wooden clubs lined up for outings. Absurd.
Intelligence alone explain this?
This is human-level, right?
Primitive humans in the wild? How different? My unease spiked.
Masking aura, passing food and weapon stores—no ogre presence. I stopped, thinking.
Basic urges: hunger, sleep, sex? Food stores full—hunger out. Sleep for days? Nah. Process of elimination: sex.
This fucker's mid-fuck?
Park Jisu cleared trash but skipped its turf. No female ogre for a boss, so probably snagged some intruder for fun.
Could land a free hit.
Couldn't kill it, but a sneak attack wound would help later. Fun idea sparked a grin.
Heh. Ogre bitch, shoulda locked the door.
Grinning sleazily, I plunged deeper. Days of fucking? Stamina drop means shit senses. Can't waste a golden shot.
Quick decision, powering through twists. Weird sounds echoed.
Thwack! Thud! Thud!
Fucker...
Obvious: hips slamming flesh. Monster duller than human, but I grinned, homing in.
Finally, a vast chamber—bigger than before.
Thud! Thwack! Thud!
Heart pounding like watching pet mating, I peeked.
Not what I expected—a frenzy of carnage. Goblins, orcs, trolls—mangled lowers, like size experiments gone wrong. All pulverized crotches. Stunned.
Found its answer: blood-soaked, pounding a female troll.
Eyes rolled back in dick frenzy, hadn't noticed me yet.
Sighing relief, tension eased—then its massive balls swung into view.
Fuck. Huge.
Different species, sure—but rage boiled. Daring to swing that filth in my sight, an ogre packing bigger nuts?
Fury rising, I yanked a unused short spear from inventory.
You peanut-surgery-bound fucker.