E-Class Hunter Jeon Somin: Training? (2)
When Somin opened the door, Taejin froze.
Wh-what the hell?
He'd been standing there perfectly calm, assuming nothing was wrong — so the sight of her stepping out in an outfit that revealing was enough to throw anyone off balance. He opened his mouth to ask what on earth had happened. At the very least, he wanted an explanation for the clothes.
"H-hurry, come inside!"
She seemed to feel the embarrassment of her own outfit well enough, because she yanked him through the doorway without giving him a chance to speak. With all his stats dumped into stamina and virility, Taejin had no resistance — he simply went where her hand dragged him.
And the apartment waiting inside was…
Why is this place even worse than last time?
The interior was a disaster — worse than before. Not from garbage, exactly.
Wet clothes… and sex toys…?
Damp clothing and masturbation toys lay scattered across the floor. Taejin turned a half-suspecting look on Somin — and then he saw it.
—Drip♥
Between the thick curves of her ass, running down the insides of her thighs, a clear liquid was trailing in a thin, glistening line.
Which meant…
Don't tell me she was masturbating and that's why she couldn't come to the door?
This woman had been touching herself — even with a guest waiting outside — and that was why she hadn't answered.
The first thought that hit him was simple.
How am I supposed to discipline this girl?
What exactly was he supposed to do with this insolent little masturbation addict?
Honestly, Taejin hadn't cared that she was late. Hunters were busy people — that much he understood. But being late because she'd been masturbating was a completely different story.
If she'd had some actual errand that kept him standing outside for ten minutes, fine. But to leave a man waiting that long because she was getting herself off?
Unforgivable.
He couldn't swallow that kind of insult. Maybe — maybe — he could have let it slide under other circumstances.
Twitch♥ Twitch♥
But watching her walk ahead of him, still holding his hand, her ass swaying with every step in that blatantly provocative way… forgiveness was the last thing on his mind.
Today, I test the limits of my upgraded virility.
So that was the plan. Jeon Somin — no, this arrogant little pervert of a masturbation junkie — was going to be the test subject for just how far his stamina could go. He'd already stuffed a full box of condoms into his pocket before coming over.
He walked with that confident thought simmering under his skin for a little while longer. Somin led him by the hand into the bedroom. Once they were inside, she let go.
"I-I'm sorry… m-my clothes are a little… indecent…"
Taejin nodded quietly. While he nodded, his eyes were traveling over every inch of her body — slow, deliberate, and thoroughly unsubtle.
And she felt that gaze completely.
H-he's looking at everything…♥
The awareness made her outfit feel more shameful by the second. It was different from the flustered embarrassment of throwing open the door without thinking. This was the raw, instinctive flush of being stripped bare by a man's hungry stare — the stare of a predator looking at his meal.
And alongside the shame came something else entirely.
Nnh…♥ I'm getting wet again…♥
A sharp spike of arousal. She rubbed her thick thighs together, sticky with the slick already dripping down them, squirming with embarrassment — and Taejin finally spoke.
"Somin."
His voice was lower than usual. Not the gentle tone she was used to, but something that carried weight. Something that pressed down on the air between them.
Something that reached straight into her instincts.
—Shiver!
"Y-yeess…♥?"
A sudden chill ran through her whole body, and her words tangled on her tongue without her meaning them to.
"You called me, and I came straight over. I rang the doorbell. You didn't answer."
"Y-yes!"
He kept talking as he walked toward her, slow and unhurried, until he was standing right in front of her face. And in that moment, Somin understood on pure instinct what this was.
"So what exactly were you doing in here that whole time?"
He wasn't scolding her. Not exactly.
"Don't tell me…"
He was asking.
"Were you masturbating the entire time?"
Had she invited a guest over, gotten so worked up about it that she started touching herself like a complete pervert, and just kept going?
Faced with that question, Somin could only answer the way a female answers a male standing over her.
"Yeeesss…♥ K-knowing Taejin-nim was coming got me so in heat…♥ I ended up doing it by myself…♥♥"
Taejin didn't know it, but his virility stat had a side effect: it amplified his charisma. More precisely, it projected a powerful male pheromone that overwhelmed anyone who registered herself as a "female" — forcing submission. That was why the confession had spilled out of her so obediently, almost against her will.
And having gotten exactly the answer he wanted, Taejin felt something else entirely.
Wait. What the hell just came out of me?
A full-blown gigachad had just erupted from somewhere deep inside him, and it left him slightly rattled. He hadn't planned to corner her like this. Sure, he'd intended to punish her with his cock — but looming over her, dropping his voice, radiating intimidation? That had never been part of the script. He'd figured he'd just start the sex and throw in a casual how dare you make me wait. That was it.
He glanced down.
Having just admitted out loud that she'd been masturbating like a degenerate, Somin couldn't lift her head. Shame had her completely locked in place.
But what is this situation, exactly?
In short: he'd followed his instincts about halfway, and this was the result. If those instincts woke up fully one more time, he was half-convinced he could turn a man into a female too.
Terrifying. My own instincts.
While he privately marveled at how dangerous his baser self was becoming, he kept his voice low and muttered as if genuinely deliberating over the woman who'd just confessed to her filthy little habit.
"Hmm… what should I do with you…"
The murmur of a man deciding how to handle a girl who'd gone into heat behind his back. The power dynamic between Hunter and civilian had completely flipped — and yet Somin couldn't say a word. It felt too natural. And more than that…
Throb—————♥
Ah… my lower belly is so hot…♥
…her body, already drowning in heat, was begging for whatever came next.
She waited for his answer. A few long seconds of silence hung between them.
"Alright. Here's what we're going to do."
Taejin broke the quiet, his tone still controlled and deliberate.
"You were masturbating behind my back. So as an apology, I think I need to watch you do it."
"W-what?! Th-that's…"
The idea of performing for him made her start to protest —
"Hmm. You don't want to?"
—but the cold edge in his voice froze the refusal in her throat. She couldn't answer. And in the end…
"I-I'll do it…♥"
…she forced the words out in a thin, squeezed voice.
Holy shit. That actually worked.
Taejin had thrown the demand out half on a whim, mostly curious how obedient she'd be — and he had not expected her to fold so completely. A small, private cheer went up inside him. He did feel a twinge of guilt about pulling something this dirty on a woman he texted every day… but what could he do? She should have just answered the door like a normal person.
And just like that, Somin found herself about to masturbate in front of him.
"Th-then… I-I'll start…♥"
She was so mortified that her stuttering was even worse than usual. Taejin simply nodded, calm and quiet, and waited.
Somin picked up a dildo that had been lying on the living room sofa and pushed it straight into a pussy already so soaked it looked like a flood had hit it.
Squish—♥ Squish—♥ Squish—♥ Squish—♥
"Haaauunnnh♥♥! Haaang♥♥♥! Nnghhuuh♥!"
She started masturbating right in front of him.
The dildo wasn't particularly large. It was shaped like an adult toy, sure, but nothing close to those oversized ones. Yeah, that tracks. The first time we had sex, her pussy was ridiculously tight. Even something this size was clearly more than enough to make her feel good.
"Nnh♥! It's so embarrassing…♥ But I keep feeling it…♥♥♥ Hiiik♥♥?!"
Squish—♥! Squish—♥! Squish—♥! Squish—♥!
No — if anything, having him watch seemed to push her further than masturbating alone ever did. She kept pouring out slick, gasping out those lewd little sounds, more worked up with every stroke.
Taejin sat still and watched, thinking to himself.
I've never actually seen a woman masturbate in person before.
Sure, he'd glanced at that kind of video online now and then — but never this close. Never this detailed. And now he finally understood why people paid money for footage of women getting themselves off.
This is so fucking hot.
Anyone watching Somin work that dildo into herself would have thought the same thing. Just masturbation, and it was already this arousing.
I want to do her right now.
Of course he did. He wanted to pull the toy out and bury himself in that dripping pussy on the spot.
J-just hold on a little longer.
Moving now, after building the whole atmosphere this carefully, would ruin the mood. And for a brief second, Taejin almost regretted playing it so cool.