B-Class Hunter Choi Garam — Seduction (4)
Taejin took a slow breath at the nearly violent spectacle of the man before him.
Whew. Calm down. Just rest a little, then go again.
Every fiber of him wanted to shove his still-hard cock back inside her right that second, but that would have been a terrible idea.
Maybe it was the aftershocks of her first time. Garam was still riding the afterglow, her enormous breasts rising and falling with each breath. Honestly, Taejin only barely managed to keep a grip on his reason as he stepped out of the room for a moment.
The reason was simple.
She needs some fluids replenished, at least.
Whether it was because of her first time or because Garam was just that much of a freak, she'd lost a lot of moisture — and she was going to need it replaced.
So he casually dug through the fridge, and once again found himself making a sound that was half admiration, half something else entirely as he took in the contents.
Looking at this place a second time is still terrifying…
Inside were the kinds of greens and chicken breasts celebrities stocked for diet management… and then—
Why is there ground monster meat in here of all places?
The fridge was packed with meat from monsters Garam had apparently hunted herself. The real problem was that the diet chicken and greens were just tossed in haphazardly, while the monster meat was meticulously sorted and organized.
Man…
Was he supposed to call this a unique concept, or what?
After a moment of that private thought, Taejin pulled out a drink good for rehydration and headed back.
In the room, Garam had come down from the afterglow and was peeling the nipple patches off her chest.
No. I just got myself under control…
At the sight of her, the lower half he'd calmed by staring into the fridge started swelling again. He walked over and held out the bottle.
"You're going to be dehydrated. Drink this."
"Ah — Oppa. Thank you."
Garam thanked him for the consideration and gulped the pre-opened drink down in big, thirsty swallows. Hmm. Maybe it was the Hunter in her, but for all her looks, she had a rough, no-nonsense side that showed up now and then. That was part of her charm, though.
Taejin was still thinking that when—
"Pwah—! That hit the spot. Taejin Oppa."
She set the bottle on the side table, then, face faintly pink, asked:
"Th-then… Oppa. Is that the end of the service?"
"Is that wha— ah."
Apparently Garam thought a sexual-relief service ended after one ejaculation. Looking at her making that unexpectedly cute little misunderstanding, Taejin answered as if it were nothing.
"Well, we can go as many times as you want, but…?"
The problem was that at those casual words, Garam's eyes lit up, sparkling. Something about that look dragged up the memory of the first time he'd met Hanna.
Am I fucked?
He shuddered at the memory of that day when she'd milked him dry, then shook the thought off as paranoia. Surely not. Right?
He couldn't bring himself to look away from Garam's glittering eyes — and it didn't take long to learn that his gut feeling hadn't been wrong at all.
The first thing Garam wanted was face-to-face sex.
"Let's do it looking at each other!"
"Didn't we just do it that way?"
To that, Garam simply said:
"Exactly."
She sat him down on the bed and climbed right back on top of him. Taejin opened his mouth to ask what the hell she thought she was doing, but—
"Like this. Looking at each other while we do it♥"
Apparently she was completely in love with this position. How much so?
—Squelch♥
She pressed her body flush against his cock until he couldn't refuse, and he gave in. Delighted, Garam said:
"I've wanted to try this for so long!"
No — why would she want to try this, of all things? Didn't people usually want something a little more… different?
The question rose, but he didn't ask it. He had a feeling that if he did, he'd be staring into an abyss. So he kept quiet, and after a moment Garam spoke again.
"Taejin Oppa, give me that."
"Give you what?"
"A condom!"
She asked for one as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He wanted to ask whether she even knew how to put one on, but he couldn't quite bring himself to say it, so he just handed one over.
"Waaah…♥"
Garam marveled at the slightly unfamiliar, vitamin-shaped condom.
"Nnngh…♥ So I just put this on… right…?♥"
She tore the packet open, and the unexpectedly slick texture of the rubber drew a cute little whimper from her. Taejin nodded and coached her through it.
"Yeah. Pinch the tip, twist it a little, then roll it the other way… uh, like that."
Following his instructions, Garam fitted the condom on with surprising competence. Once it was on by her own hands, Taejin said:
"You might lose your strength when I go in, so I'll support you."
"Okay… hyat♥♥?! Y-you're grabbing my stomach?!"
"Well, where else am I supposed to hold?"
Her reaction caught him off guard. He'd held her there just fine during the last round, so he'd done the same thing now — and gotten a completely different response. When he asked why, she answered:
"Ah… earlier I was too out of it to notice… Honestly, lately I feel like my stomach's gotten a little soft… it's embarrassing."
Hmm. An even more girlish answer than he'd expected. And one only the truly wealthy could give. In this Gate era, putting on weight was no easy feat.
He only lived among the top one percent because he worked at a Hunter apartment complex — the rest of the world was a dumpster fire. Outside Seoul, people starved and froze to death in droves, and wages had cratered. Even a high education barely got you out of hard labor anymore. In short, being able to put on weight was practically a status symbol.
Before I got here, I was half muscle, half stick figure from not eating enough.
Once he arrived and started making real money, he could finally eat properly, and his frame had filled out fast.
Anyway, that wasn't important right now. What mattered was talking this girl down from being mortified about having her waist held.
"You're cute. I don't care at all."
He said it like it was nothing, but Garam still seemed to treat it as a real complex.
"B-but stiiill…♥"
The resistance was stronger than expected. Looking at her like that, he figured there was no point forcing it and decided not to grab her waist for now. Instead—
"Then how about we do it while kissing?"
"Okay!"
They settled on kissing while he entered her. Why set that condition? The answer was simple.
If she's embarrassed, I'll just grab her when she's too distracted to notice.
While they kissed and she moved her hips, when her mind was elsewhere — he'd sneak a hand on. Why go that far?
Well…
Tell someone not to touch something and they want to touch it even more!
Being told not to do something only made a person want it more. That was human nature. In other words: pure contrarian instinct.
Holding her waist would be fine, but anything more — kneading, groping — would definitely get him in trouble, so moderation was key.
That way I can at least claim I didn't realize.
With every intention of grabbing her waist, Taejin accepted Garam's kiss and, just like that—
Schlick───♥
—eased the tip of his cock, the head, inside her.
"Mm-chuup♥ Hnnngh…♥♥"
Maybe it was doing the kiss and the penetration at the same time, but Garam's reaction was distinctly lewd. It was still a kiss, but thicker, wetter somehow. Before, she'd only been led; now she was actively hunting for what she could do, pushing her tongue against his with real intent.
Watching her, Taejin thought to himself:
No matter how I look at it, I feel like I woke up something that should've stayed asleep.
She'd always seemed intensely interested in sex, but in everyday life it had been bottled up — and his actions had only loosened the reins further. As a result, Garam was starting to go after him more aggressively.
Not that she was good at everything. Far from it.
Looks like doing a kiss and penetration at the same time is still hard for her.
This position was clearly a first. The kissing was decent now, but riding him while taking him in was a real struggle. He understood. Even focusing on the kiss alone was hard — having to sink down slowly on top of that? Of course it was tough.
So Taejin decided to lighten her load a little.
"Churp♥ Smooch♥ Peck…♥♥ Nnhit♥?! W-wait… hyaang♥♥!"
The hand that quietly settled on her waist made Garam try to protest — but Taejin was faster. With his hands on her hips, he took the slow descent she'd been managing herself and pulled her straight down onto him.
Thwump♥!
In an instant her pussy was packed full with the scorching heat of his cock, and—
"Nnghhooohk♥♥♥?!!"
—a vulgar moan tore out of her mouth before she could stop it.
And the person who'd made her sound like that?
That was a mistake!
It really had been an accident.