C-Class Hunter — Lee Hanna (3)
Truth be told, she had never planned on using the sexual relief service.
No matter how far things had gone, taking that step would have made her feel like she was no better than him.
So she had tried her hardest to endure. He was trash who ran around with other women, sure—but at least he still made a show of remembering their anniversaries…
"Honey, tomorrow's our wedding anniversary. Could we at least have dinner…"
"Ah, sorry. Tomorrow's looking rough."
Apparently even that was over now.
The old her would have just murmured an okay and let it go. But her heart was already cracking, and she couldn't let it slide this time.
"Why? Is something going on?"
Bae Jinsu found it a little strange that his usually quiet, never-pushing wife was suddenly asking questions—but he answered without much thought.
"Ah, the guild's throwing a party."
It wasn't a lie. His guild, Aden, was hosting a grand celebration for its twentieth anniversary. Couples were welcome, of course—but Bae Jinsu planned to bring the woman from his raid team he was sleeping with, not his wife.
So when he said he had plans, Lee Hanna still wasn't satisfied.
"Then can't I come too?"
Technically yes—but he already had other arrangements. Bae Jinsu was more than a little flustered.
What the hell? She never acts like this. Why is she so clingy today?
Normally she pretended not to care. Today she wouldn't let go.
"It's a staff-only thing this time. I don't think it'll work."
"…Okay."
She fell silent for a moment, then spoke again.
"Then let's at least grab a simple lunch."
That wouldn't work either. Before the party, he had already promised his mistress they'd grab a meal and coordinate their dress codes.
Still, Bae Jinsu smiled as he answered.
"Alright. I'll come back for lunch, at least."
Of course he wouldn't. He'd stay out and claim he was busy. Hiding that garbage of a thought completely, he answered her as if nothing were wrong.
Lee Hanna nodded.
"Okay. Got it."
And in the same breath, she made up her mind.
I'll put in a request for the sexual relief service.
If her husband came home, she would cancel. If he didn't… she would call them.
Hadn't she sworn she wouldn't become the same kind of person as him?
Even so—their wedding anniversary. And her birthday on top of it. And he still wasn't coming home.
That wasn't a husband problem anymore. That was a human being problem.
No matter how thoroughly he neglected her, no matter how openly he cheated, she had still believed some scrap of love remained.
"Okay. Have fun at the party tonight…"
That last fragile hope vanished the second the call came through at exactly noon.
With even her final shred of conscience burned away, Lee Hanna finally sighed, cracked open a bottle, and started drinking. There was no way she was getting through this sober.
And after she had been guzzling straight from the bottle for who knew how long—
—Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang. Flushed and thoroughly drunk, Lee Hanna made a bold decision—and that was where everything began.
Miss Lee Hanna—no.
"Call me Hanna right now."
She wanted me to call her Hanna, the way a husband would. I looked at her and said,
"I'll do my best, but your husband's not coming home today, right?"
"Probably?"
It came out as a question, but… well. Fine by me.
I figured as much and told her,
"Then you can talk casually with me too—no. Just talk casual."
Hanna's eyes curved into a delighted smile.
"Yeees— Seobang-nim♥"
Wait. I told her to use my name.
I'd been expecting something like "Taejin-ah." Instead I got Seobang-nim—husband. I froze for a second, then pulled myself together.
Right. Just treat it like roleplay…
I steadied my nerves and started running the numbers in my head.
She said it was just caressing, but there's no way it ends there, right?
Not with the situation already like this. Caressing alone was never going to cut it. I felt that in my bones for a moment—
"Seobang-nim… isn't it really hot in here?"
Hanna suddenly spoke up. I just nodded. Agreeing seemed like the fastest way to let things move on their own. She was clearly far more aggressive than I was.
The second I nodded, she looked pleased.
"Then let's go to the master bedroom. I already cooled it down for us~♥"
I caught her meaning immediately.
She's seducing me, isn't she?
She was inviting me to have sex—in the bedroom she shared with her husband, no less.
—Throb.
My lower half reacted hard. She cooked well, she was beautiful, and her body… well, it didn't quite match Miss Somyeong's, but it was nothing to be ashamed of anywhere. A woman like that offering herself, and a man not reacting? What kind of man would that be?
I steeled myself and spoke to her—more precisely, I spoke as her husband.
"Then before we go in… come here."
"Mm-hmm. Whyy~?"
She came closer with a coquettish little lilt in her voice—and I scooped her straight up into a princess carry.
"Kyaah—?!"
The sudden move tore a startled little scream out of her. She didn't seem to mind, though; her arms flew around my neck almost at once.
Holding her like that, I looked down at her.
"For today, you're my wife. So I'm doing whatever I want. Okay?"
Hanna answered,
"Mmh♥"
A little flustered, but not unwilling—she turned her face slightly aside, cheeks flushed.
Those tips from the married guys at work really paid off.
For the record, I'd picked up moves like this from countless married men I'd met bouncing between part-time jobs.
I swallowed a smile and carried her into the room she'd already cooled with the air conditioner. Inside, a chill breeze was already circulating, and blackout curtains sealed the windows in darkness.
I grinned at her.
"Our Hanna was looking forward to this a lot, huh?"
She pressed herself against my ear and answered,
"Yeah. I was looking forward to it so much—"
"Hold me lots today♥"
I thought,
Uh… three rounds max, right?
Anything more than that was pushing it… but I kept that to myself. Wrong thing to say in this atmosphere. Instead I just nodded hard.
Alright. Future me—I'm counting on you.
After laying on the bravado, I set her down on the bed.
"Kyah—!"
She'd clearly been expecting it; the scream came out pure coquettish charm. Fully stretched out on the mattress, she settled into a pose that was pure invitation.
"You're coming right away, right? Hehe♥"
I had zero intention of resisting that provocation. I stripped on the spot. She watched me with a cute little look—then,
"Hup!"
Her eyes went wide when she saw my cock. It was bigger than her Hunter husband's.
Hunter status and dick size don't actually correlate. Among Hunters—awakened people in general—the only ones whose size changes are the ones with body-transformation abilities. For most people, awakening just improves their physique and vitality. It doesn't make anything grow.
Still, she hadn't been expecting something this big, and the size alone made her look forward to it. With something like that, she was going to have a very good time.
Thinking that, she looped her arms around my neck as I climbed onto the bed over her.
"I put this on just for you. So? Do I look pretty~?"
Truthfully, that was the line she had prepared for Bae Jinsu—if he had come home. She still didn't understand why he wanted other women more than her, and the question was meant to ask him that outright: Are other women really better than this version of me?
Would he call me ridiculous for dressing like this at my age? No. I'm still good enough that I wouldn't lose to anyone.
It was the heart of a woman who had once been loved, and who had once loved, wanting to look beautiful for that man.
All of it had been pointless. He had betrayed her long before she ever got to ask. The one who kept the promise wasn't the man she'd spent years with—it was a young guy she only occasionally saw around the apartment.
So the question wasn't for her husband anymore.
Ahh… he's stroking my hair like I'm something precious…♥
It was for the young man gently brushing her hair back as if she were adorable.
After a moment of that, I looked at her, smiled like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and answered,
"Yeah. It suits you insanely well. You're beautiful, Hanna."
Lee Hanna couldn't hold back. She crushed her lips against mine in a deep, heavy kiss.
"Mmh-chuuup—♥"
She had crossed a river she could never return from.
But it didn't matter.
Her husband had been the one who pushed her into the water first.