C-class Hunter — Lee Hanna: The Crybaby Divorcee (2)
She had every right to be furious.
Getting divorced was already infuriating enough — but then the women her husband had cheated with had the gall to insult her on their way out. If it had been me, I would have flipped the entire place upside down in a blind rage. Of course, as someone who wasn't even an Awakened, it wouldn't have done a damn thing. Still.
At least now I understood why Hanna had forced a kiss on me while completely wasted. All that stress from those bastards who'd humiliated her had apparently converted straight into raw sexual frustration. There was no other explanation for her jumping me like that out of nowhere.
Thinking as much, I decided to calm her down first. Honestly, I'd gained some confidence in my stamina by now — but in her current state, she looked ready to start crying mid-sex.
So I gently pulled her away from the kiss and said,
"Rather than dwelling on trash like that… how about you drink with me instead?"
Yeah. Even I had to admit that was a pretty pathetic line. But what could I do? A guy who'd gone his whole life without a woman and only recently started getting some action had his limits.
At my words, Hanna — in a manner thoroughly unbecoming of her age — answered with a slightly dejected little face,
"Mm…"
I nearly burst out laughing on the spot, but managed to hold it to a quiet snort of a smile.
"Alright, alright. Come on inside, Hanna."
"Okaaay…"
I guided her into the apartment.
Her place looked noticeably emptier than last time. A few pieces of furniture had clearly been sold off or taken by that so-called husband of hers.
I was thinking as much when I nearly had a heart attack at the sight of her pouring drinks. Anyone would freak out watching someone fill a glass already half-full of beer to the brim with soju.
"Whoa — hang on, Hanna. You drink like that and you're going to pass out!"
Awakened were tough, sure — she wouldn't die from it — but her body would be completely wrecked come morning. So of course I tried to stop her.
"Nobody can stop meee!!"
Trying to rein in a woman already halfway drunk was a lost cause. I wanted to snatch the glass away, but—
From what I've heard, Hanna's a magic-type Hunter… and her grip strength is still stronger than mine.
This filthy Awakened-supremacist world wouldn't even give me the power to take a glass out of a woman's hand.
Watching her, I resigned myself to deploying my secret weapon.
If I can't take the glass… I'll take the mouth that's drinking from it!
What kind of strategy was that? I didn't care. I was dead serious.
And so—
—grab.
I seized the hand about to dump more liquor into her mouth, and without missing a beat—
"Mmph—♥?!"
—planted a kiss right on her lips.
For the record, I was working my tongue as hard as I could.
Damn. Even I can tell this technique is amateur hour.
The problem was that my skills were so thoroughly mediocre that the moment our mouths met, control of the kiss flipped straight over to Lee Hanna. My technique had more than a few glaring holes — but it wasn't completely useless either.
That's weird… my hands are going weak…
At my sudden move, Hanna felt her mind go blank, the strength draining bit by bit from the hand holding her glass. Normally, Hunters only got stronger when they were drunk. More precisely, the unconscious restraint they maintained over their power loosened under the influence, so strength they didn't even realize they had would kick in. For that grip to go slack instead was almost unheard of.
In other words, her instincts were so thoroughly drowning in this kiss that even the alcohol couldn't override it.
Thanks to that, I succeeded in getting her to set the glass down — but a side effect came free of charge.
Namely:
"Mmmph…♥ slurp♥♥! Mmmph♥♥♥"
The side effect being that I couldn't pry myself free of the hands of a woman who'd completely lost herself in the kiss. At some point I realized I couldn't move, and a cold dread settled over me. When the woman you're making out with has a grip that strong, dread is the only reasonable response.
So while our tongues tangled, I scrambled for a way out of her hold.
Running is obviously off the table. Letting her keep drinking is also a hard no… so then—
Just drag her to the bed.
I reached the conclusion in an instant. If she was already half-drunk, I'd just fuck her senseless until she couldn't think straight!
No idea if I can pull it off, but—
I had to at least try.
Having decided, I immediately started sliding my free arm up around her waist. The plan had come together fast, but the execution needed care. Even with her perception altered by the Sexual Processing Duty, she was seriously wasted. There was no telling what might happen. Caution was essential.
That was why my hand went to her waist instead of straight to her chest. Honestly, I wanted nothing more than to grab those tempting breasts right away — but in this state, she might just snap my wrist if she didn't like it. Last time she hadn't? Unfortunately, a woman who's somewhat sober and a woman who's completely blackout drunk might as well be two different people.
So I gritted my teeth against the urge to grope her chest and let my hands roam carefully over her body. What started at her waist climbed to her arms, then her shoulders. After a moment, I let my hand drift toward her chest—
Soft—
A yielding, plush sensation, and Hanna looking up at me with hazy, sultry eyes. That look told me I could keep going.
Alright… don't tense up. Just do it like usual. Wait — no. Doing it like usual is how I get myself killed. Be careful.
A little nervous, I closed my hand around her breast and gave it a firm squeeze. Just like last time, it was incredibly soft. Hanna wasn't exactly busty, but her chest was far from small — more than enough cushion to fill a man's palm.
Fuck, my cock's about to explode.
And that softness only stoked the fire below. At this close range, with our mouths locked, my fully hard cock was pressed right up against her.
Heheh♥ Look how hard he is~♥
If I'd been smaller, it might not have reached — but I was packing enough that contact was inevitable. And Hanna was thoroughly enjoying it. Being drunk and feeling good was part of it, sure — but when a young man got this worked up over her, when her own husband had left her for other women, of course it felt good. It was like watching her shattered self-esteem stitch itself back together, piece by piece.
So right now, Lee Hanna was genuinely happy. Even if it was only temporary lust, only a fleeting pleasure—
That face says he wants to pin me down right this second♪
The man in front of her was looking at her as a woman. For Lee Hanna, whose self-worth was at rock bottom, that alone was enough.
And so her kiss grew thicker. Hungrier. More wanton.
Not long after my hand found her chest—
Mmph… wait. Why is she kissing me so aggressively all of a sudden?!
I wondered at the sudden intensity, then it clicked.
Don't tell me… she wants me to take her to bed like this?
I decided that was the only explanation that made sense. Nothing else accounted for her kissing me this desperately.
So I matched her rough kisses and started easing us toward the master bedroom we'd used before. Or rather — I tried to move us there. Concentrating so hard on keeping the kiss and my hands natural that I shuffled along slow and careful—
Shit, my feet—?!
—and my feet tangled. The body I'd been carefully guiding lurched forward, and drunk as she was, Lee Hanna couldn't react in time.
The one silver lining:
Hah—! Barely kept us upright.
The instant I felt my feet catch, I twisted my body and planted a hand against the wall, stopping the fall. I was just breathing a silent sigh of relief when—
"Hhk—♥!"
—I looked straight ahead and realized my entire plan had gone completely off the rails.
Because my current position was—
Yeah. Perfect wall-pin setup.
Somehow I'd ended up in a posture that looked exactly like I'd slammed her against the wall. Hanna, belatedly registering that she'd nearly fallen, had pulled back just slightly from me — and that was how we got here.
Our eyes met. An awkward silence stretched between us for a beat. I was about to explain that I'd almost tripped when—
"I-If you wanted to do it that way… you could've just said so…♥"
Lee Hanna, close enough that my breath was brushing her face, murmured those words — then lifted the hem of her outer layer and smiled shyly.
"Coming at me so roughly like that… i-it startles me, you know…♥"
Watching her peel off her top as she said it—
I can't hold back anymore.
—I finally snapped.