E-Class Hunter — Jeon Somin (2)
For a moment I was so stunned I completely forgot I was supposed to answer her.
Wait. She was serious?
Honestly, I'd been half joking. Sure, it would be a lie to say I hadn't been hoping—but the "no way" side of me had been a lot louder.
Which was why—
"U-um, if you're busy today…"
"No, not at all. Should I come over right now?"
"Y-yes… yes, please…"
"Got it. Just give me a minute."
The second those words left Jeon Somin's mouth, I moved faster than anyone alive.
"Huh? Where you headed, kid?"
"Ah—looks like there's some kind of issue at Building 205, Unit 802."
"That so? Be careful. Don't let them push you around again."
"Yes, sir."
And just like that, I took off toward Jeon Somin's place at a near-jog—without even grabbing my tools.
So it was real. Right… it is a security app, after all. Of course it works during work hours. How did I not think of that?
No, but if this is real, how does it even work? Hypnosis? Brainwashing? Personality rewrite? Hrrrm… or is this just an elaborate prank???
Even as I walked, the "no way" and the "this has to be real" kept slamming into each other inside my head.
A short trip later, I was already in the elevator of her building, riding up to her floor.
I-I actually came.
Standing at her door, Taejin rested his hand against the doorbell and took a deep breath.
I've come this far. No turning back now.
Muttering that to himself, he pressed the button.
—Ding-dong.
The chime of the doorbell, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching.
Gulp—
His throat kept working for a few long seconds.
"J-just a momeeent… please waaait…"
At the voice from the other side of the door, I smoothed a hand over my heaving chest and forced myself to calm down. And then, a moment later—
—Creeeak.
"I-I'm so sorry…… I kept you waiting a long time, didn't I…?"
The door opened to reveal Jeon Somin in a black shirt and dolphin shorts—an outfit that left almost nothing to the imagination.
Faced with that much skin, I stammered for a second before pulling myself together.
"Haha, no, not at all. I just got here. More importantly…"
I tried to say that word, and my mouth locked shut.
Of course it did. Once I said it out loud, there would be no taking it back.
But—
"Sooo… about the Sexual Processing Duty. How should we handle it?"
Half my common sense already checked out, I went and said it anyway: Sexual Processing Duty.
At those words, Jeon Somin flushed a deep red and answered in a tiny voice.
"S-sexual processing… would it be possible to, um, leave out the m-main event?"
Leave out the main event…?
"J-juuust… foreplay only…"
She mumbled it, clearly mortified. I nodded.
You couldn't fill up on the first bite. There would be more chances.
Thinking that, Taejin told her it was fine. Somin let out a breath of pure relief and pressed a hand to her chest.
"Th-then… please come in."
At her invitation, Taejin carefully stepped inside.
And the very first thing he noticed upon entering a woman's home was this:
Do all girls' rooms smell this… sour?
A sharp, tangy scent stabbed at his nose—no, more precisely, something damp and sticky, clinging to the air.
While Taejin puzzled over the strange smell filling the room—
H-he didn't notice, right?
—Jeon Somin, the owner of this place, was fretting.
Not about the service, of course.
What she was fretting about was—
The fact that I was, um, masturbating right up until he got here…?
—exactly that.
Jeon Somin, age twenty-five.
Young as she was, she had moved into this Hunter apartment complex—units that ran well into the billions of won.
Of course she had. The money she made as a Hunter was enormous.
You might think an E-class couldn't earn much, but that was only true in the early days of the Gate crisis. Once the world stabilized again, non-combat roles—alchemists, blacksmiths, healers, and the like—started pulling salaries that rivaled the combat classes.
In that sense, she had been extraordinarily lucky.
What she had awakened was an E-class ability: Vitality Enhancement.
Exactly what it sounded like—an ability that stirred life back into the body.
You might wonder why that counted as lucky. The answer was simple, and startling.
"Whooooa! It's up! It's actually up!"
"Uuuuh… p-please calm down a little…"
It helped with virility.
That was right. Her ability could breathe life back into a man's dead lower half.
That single fact alone had made her a fortune. Even as a non-combatant, she was raking in serious money—enough to land a unit in a Hunter apartment.
Technically, under the clause that anyone who earns income using an awakened ability is classified as a Hunter, she had gotten in at a steep discount. Still.
She had struck gold with Vitality Enhancement—but the ability came with one side effect.
Namely—
—Squish♥ —Squish♥ —Squish♥ —Squish♥
"Hnnngh…♥ W-why am I masturbating…♥♥! Why won't this heat stop…♥!"
—it put the user into heat.
Why the ability worked that way, no one knew. Then again, for an E-class skill that could restore one of humanity's most fundamental desires, the price was almost cheap.
The real problem was something else.
"Hhk…♥ Ahnnngh…♥♥ I can't even meet any men…♥ Why is this the only side effect I get…♥♥!"
—she was a severe social recluse.
It couldn't be helped. In middle school she had been bullied for her personality. High school had been better for a while—until the friends she trusted scammed her out of money.
Bit by bit, without even realizing it, she had drifted away from society. After awakening, the work put her face-to-face with the ugliest parts of human desire, and she had seen people at their absolute worst.
In short: half misanthrope, half communication-phobe.
She still showed up for jobs on time—money was money—but conversation and connection were almost nonexistent.
So every day, after using her ability, masturbation became routine.
The problem was that lately she had been using the skill so much that the frequency had spiked—and worse—
—Bzzzzzz.
"I'm cumming♥! Cumming! Cummingcummingcumming♥♥♥♥!!"
—Psssh! Pssshiiiiit!
—the time it took her to reach climax had gotten longer and longer.
"Haah…♥ Haah…♥ I spent the whole day masturbating again…♥♥"
Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have mattered. But it was starting to interfere with daily life, and that made it a real problem.
Lately her worries had been mounting—when—
—Ding.
W-what is this?
A text on her smartphone one day seized her attention completely.
We are requesting consent from Hunters to ensure smooth security operations.
Do you accept?
[Yes] / [No]
Faced with a message from an unknown number, Jeon Somin pressed [Yes] as if entranced.
"Ah—why did I just touch my phone…"
She had the vague sense she had just looked at a text, but…
Jeon Somin made a puzzled face, then set about cleaning up the evidence of her masturbation.
Right after that she went out, used Vitality Enhancement again, and came home.
"Haaah…♥ W-what am I supposed to do…♥"
Her body was heating up again. She had just gotten home and was about to start masturbating once more when a thought struck her.
"W-wait a second. Wasn't there a service like that among the apartment amenities?"
Out of nowhere, she remembered the "Hunter Services" offered by the complex.
There were all kinds of options—but the one she needed right now was—
"Gulp… S-Sexual Processing Service…"
—exactly that.
She didn't have a choice. What she needed most was something to calm this heat.
Why the service even existed didn't matter to her in the slightest.
So Jeon Somin started seriously weighing it.
It doesn't even cost anything…
And if it was a service, a professional would show up, right? For a virgin who had never done anything, it was a perfect fit.
She had no intention of going all the way. Even if it was a service, she wasn't bold enough to have sex with a complete stranger.
So she figured she would just try some light foreplay. Sure, if it felt good she could request "aftercare" that escalated into the real thing—but she had no plans to go that far.
Turning it over and over in her mind, Jeon Somin finally decided to try the service.
"R-right… this is for work."
That trembling phone call she made was the one that came in right as Taejin started his shift.
Ah—and of course.
"There's still a little time before he gets here… so I can, um, do it one more time, right?"
She was in heat. So she masturbated again while she waited.
The thought of receiving the service pushed her toward climax fast—but then—
—Ding-dong.
The doorbell chimed through the unit, and she had no choice but to stop.
"J-just a momeeent…… please waaait…"
Having to quit mid-session left her mood dipping for a second—until—
"I-I'm so sorry… I kept you waiting a long time, didn't I…?"
"Haha, no, not at all. I just got here."
The security guard at her door had heavy dark circles and looked thoroughly rough around the edges. Her mood bounced right back up.
If he had been some polished social butterfly, it would have been way too much pressure.
The only tiny problem was—
"More importantly… about the Sexual Processing Duty. How should we handle it?"
"S-sexual processing… would it be possible to, um, leave out the m-main event? J-juuust… foreplay only…"
I-I was just masturbating… it doesn't smell, right?!
—the fact that she was about to receive this service from someone like him had suddenly reminded her of what she had been doing moments earlier.
So Jeon Somin fretted over the smell the whole time she let Taejin into her home.
For someone about to receive Sexual Processing Service, she was remarkably shy.