Kang Sook-hye — Part 3

Na Gaja caught his breath, stepping down from the bed and slumping into a nearby chair.

Across from him, Kang Sook-hye lay gasping for air, her eyes rolled back like a landed fish suffocating on the shore. Staring vacantly at the ceiling with wide, unblinking eyes showing the whites all around, she slowly began piecing her shattered reality back together.

I was always empty. Empty all along.

She had run away from home, abandoned both of her parents, and changed her name just to enter the Hunter Academy, desperate to carve out a new path of her own. Yet she had failed. In those days, humanity had been locked in an unending crisis, and true warriors were so abundant you could scoop them up by the handful wherever you looked. She couldn't bring herself to admit how pathetic her own resolve really was.

"My father’s ideology was the problem. I didn't agree with it..." I deceived myself and ran away.

In the end, all she had earned was the shameful label of an Awakened who was too cowardly to even work as a Hunter. The era when gender dictated strength had ended long ago. She couldn't bear the shame. So she began sleeping with capable male Hunters. In those brief, fleeting moments, she could trick herself into feeling a shred of self-worth.

In truth, however, her heart wasn't merely hollow—it was choked to the brim with absolute meaninglessness. When a vessel is crammed with nothingness, pouring anything into it is futile; every drop simply spills over the side. She had spent her entire youth trying to fill that leaky bucket with the persona of a femme fatale. But even that came with a ticking clock.

I was terrified of growing old. Trembling in fear every single day...

And yet.

Kang Sook-hye lowered her gaze.

A ferocious will was glaring back at her, effortlessly obliterating that sea of meaninglessness in a single stroke. Silhouetted against the dim light, his eyes burned like twin black suns, incinerating her terror as if it were worthless kindling.

"K-Khhk...!"

"Oho."

Thick, viscous mucus gushed in spurts from the tips of Kang Sook-hye’s heavy breasts as she lay sprawled across the mattress. Watching her, Na Gaja chuckled under his breath as reality truly set in.

She's mine. She's my summon...!

The last lingering shred of doubt evaporated completely.

From her legs all the way to the tips of her fingers. Those massive hips, those giant tits, every single contour of her face—I created all of it. Ah... this is my power!

He hadn't cooped himself up in his room out of some lazy lack of ambition. Day after day, he had been writhing in agony, consumed by violent, suffocating emotions. But all of that misery ended today.

"Get up."

"Cough... Urgh...!"

Moving like a reanimated corpse, Kang Sook-hye pressed her trembling hands against the bed and forced her upper body up.

Crash!

Unable to support the sheer, unwieldy mass of her chest, she collapsed forward and tumbled off the mattress onto the hard floor.

"Bwahaha!"

Dizzy with pain as she was, the sound of his ringing laughter ignited a spark of electric arousal deep in her gut.

Ah... I did it. I made him smile.

The loyalty deeply ingrained by the gacha system, the ecstatic tremor of fulfilling her purpose—such an emotion had nothing to do with ordinary sexual gratification. Yet for the human known as Kang Sook-hye, it was a sensation she had never experienced in her entire life.

And it was the one thing she had craved most of all.

"Ugh... Gak... I-I'm up... Master..."

"...Hmm."

Clad only in torn shreds of fabric and dripping with slime, Kang Sook-hye struggled back to her feet.

W-What should I do now? she wondered frantically. Her thoughts were no longer driven by self-preservation or personal gain. How can I serve him with the absolute greatest loyalty...?!

All her life, she had viewed other people as mere tools to exploit. Now that she had finally encountered the being she yearned to submit to, she had no idea how to behave.

Think. Think, think, think! What does he want most? Something filthy? Yes, it has to be that.

She racked her brain, desperately trying to recall any hardcore pornography he might like. But the only memory that surfaced was of an ex-boyfriend she had dumped two years ago simply because she caught him watching porn. At the time, she had sneered, "How can you watch something so vulgar and depraved? Unbelievable," before using her acid to dissolve his hard drives into toxic slush.

Ah, ahhh! Why on earth did I do that?! I should have watched porn! I should have watched it until my eyes bled! Why didn't I?! Ahhh, what is wrong with me...?!

"Hey. Crawl over here and give me a titty fuck."

Kang Sook-hye cut her spiral of regret short and raised her head. He was looking down at her with the cold, unyielding gaze of an absolute sovereign.

Just a short while ago, she had obeyed solely out of mechanical compulsion while finding his demeanor and actions deeply repulsive. Now, however...

"...Yeees~♡"

Paizuri. It was a term she had never properly learned. But as she wrung every scrap of memory from her brain, she was sure she had run across it somewhere.

Pai... that was Japanese slang for breasts. And that posture... Yes! Pleasuring him using my chest...!

Pretending she wasn't trembling with nerves, she carefully crawled over to him and pushed her colossal breasts forward. Seeing no objection, she took it as approval. Kang Sook-hye clenched her teeth against a thrilling shiver that ran down her spine.

"I-I shall begin nowww~."

Squish...

She squeezed his cock between her mounds, but the moment it slid between the flesh, she realized the friction was too harsh. She needed lubricant.

"...Ah...!"

A memory from her past suddenly flashed through her mind.

"..."

"What are you staring at?"

"N-No, it's just... I was wondering if we could use Miss Vuletena's mucus as lotion..."

"...!"

There had indeed been vulgar men who made such requests in the past. But to her, that had been an unforgivable taboo—a desecration of her pride. To reduce her Awakened ability to a cheap lubricant for base lust? No matter how wealthy or influential the suitor had been, Vuletena had cut them off without hesitation.

Yet now...

The woman kneeling here was no longer Vuletena. She was Kang Sook-hye.

"Mmh...♡"

Cupping her left breast with one hand, she brought her other hand over the nipple.

Squeeze.

As she kneaded the sensitive tip, slick mucus welled up. Rubbing her palms together, she eagerly slathered the slick fluid all along the deep trench of her cleavage, working with frantic devotion.

"Ha...! ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠What's with the sudden change in attitude? Finally figured out your place, have you?"

His words dripped with derision, but Kang Sook-hye answered with quivering lips.

"Yeees...! Yes!! I... I have learned my place!!"

"!"

Kang Sook-hye's thoughts raced. What should she call him? What title could possibly convey the depth of her devotion without falling short?

After frantic consideration, the answer struck her.

"My Creator...!"

Though clumsy at first, she rapidly grasped the mechanics of the act. Clamping both hands around her breasts, she squeezed them tight like an organic onahole, compressing his shaft with plush, relentless pressure.

"...Oho."

Na Gaja could tell at a glance that she wasn't faking it. But having already unloaded once and settled into post-nut clarity, his mind remained cold and calculating.

"Why the sudden 180? Sucking up to me, are you?"

"N-No, neverrr!"

"I-It's not ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that at all!"

It doesn't matter what happens to me. No, someone like 'me' never had any meaning to begin with. He is my sole meaning. Ahhh, I feel like I'm going to die of bliss~.

Was it a twisted maternal instinct? Or an extreme, warped devotion? She didn't bother putting a label on the madness consuming her. Instead, she strained every neuron, focused entirely on how to bring him greater pleasure.

...Right. Let's try that.

Her ability originated from mucous membranes, and it exhibited far greater potency in tissues naturally designed to secrete fluids. Discharging or reabsorbing, it worked both ways.

Mammary glands. I'll produce the mucus directly inside my breast tissue...!

She manifested the fluid directly within the glands deep inside her breasts. In a split second, the flesh swelled taut and firm, then relaxed and softened as she drew the fluid back in.

She was quite literally a living onahole.

"Oh... ngh...!"

Na Gaja, who had been enjoying the sight while feeling somewhat underwhelmed by the sensation, let out a rough groan as the pulsing suction suddenly clamped down on his dick.

Kang Sook-hye beamed with overflowing pride.

Chuckling, Na Gaja reached down and grabbed both her cheeks, squeezing her face until it mashed together.

"Are you really the Vuletena I know? You sure seemed like her a little while ago."

With her cheeks squished and her lips forced wide, Kang Sook-hye babbled happily anyway.

"Awh, c'morn. I'm Kang Sook-hye, My Cweator."

"...You don't think of me as just that unemployed loser next door anymore?"

"I-I did until a moment agwo~, but now I've fwinawwy awakened to the twuth~."

As she slurred the words, she poured even more focus into modulating the swelling of her breasts and the rhythm of her hands. Her ability, her face, her expression—every shred of her being was offered up solely to arouse the man before her.

Schluck. Schluck. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Squeeeze~.

She handled her own breasts as roughly as rubber playthings. She bounced them upward like volleying a ball, mashed them against his cock like grinding mortar, and then slid them gently with tender softness.

"Ugh... hah...!"

Feeling the climax cresting, Na Gaja smirked.

"I'm about to blow. Stop right there."

"Yeees~."

Without a word of complaint, Kang Sook-hye pulled away and rose to her feet. Na Gaja watched her for a brief moment.

...Shall I test her reaction one last time?

Na Gaja stepped directly in front of the standing Kang Sook-hye. Being close enough to feel his hot breath made her tremble with a faint whimper—a reaction of intoxicating bliss born solely from his presence.

Na Gaja dipped his posture slightly. His hand dropped between her thighs, hovering just below her crotch. And then—

Jab!

He pinched his middle and ring fingers together and rammed them violently into her cunt.

"Heeek!!"

It was a brutal blow equivalent to punching a man square in the balls. Yet strangely, Kang Sook-hye's face didn't merely twist with agony.

"Nghk...! Ngghk-aaah♡♡"

It was an unmistakable expression of ecstasy.

Na Gaja blinked in surprise, then burst into roaring laughter.

"Bwahaha! You were a masochist all along?"

"Ahhh... I-I... wasn't supposed to beee...!"

Na Gaja showed no mercy. Clenching the fingers buried deep inside her cunt, he hoisted her up.

Quite literally, he lifted her into the air.

"Aaaagh! Kyaaaak!!!!"

Kang Sook-hye shrieked as her groin was yanked upward, her entire body weight suspended by her intimate flesh. The agony was blinding, yet an even more overwhelming surge of 'loyalty' erupted alongside it. She was so thrilled, so ecstatically fulfilled, that she could barely contain herself.

Crashing back onto the bed, she convulsed as if struck by lightning.

"Kuhahaha! Fucking hilarious."

Na Gaja laughed uproariously, brandishing his rock-hard cock.

"Ughe, ugheeeck♡"

Kang Sook-hye ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠mumbled incoherently, her mind completely scrambled.

Na Gaja treated her pussy like a disposal hole.

Plunge.

On the verge of erupting, his cock received that final jolt and blasted its hot, white essence deep within her once more.

Gulp, gulp.

His cock filled her up again, coating Kang Sook-hye from the inside out.

"Heh, hehehe♡"

Kang Sook-hye was blissfully happy.

Right then, a notification flashed across Na Gaja's vision.