Invitation from B-Class Hunter Han Sohee (3)
Sohee's confession came out of nowhere.
Taejin, of course, assumed the alcohol was doing the talking.
"I like you too, Sohee. You talk with a security guard like me every day, and you even invited me over like this."
Drunk Sohee beamed at his words, her smile soft and loose.
"Reallyyy...?"
"Of course. And it's not just me—Noona Seoyoung likes you so much too."
"Whaaat? That won't dooo..."
"Huh? Why not...?"
Taejin frowned at the way she said it, as if the idea itself were a problem.
Why would it be a problem if Noona Seoyoung likes her?
He only had a moment to wonder before Sohee answered for him.
"I don't... like Unnie Seoyoung that wayyy..."
What.
For a second Taejin felt like someone had just handed him the red pill.
"And alsooo... we can't get married in Korea either..."
That was when it clicked. She hadn't meant "like" as a close friend. She had meant love.
He was just starting to relax when the next thought hit him.
"Ah, I thought—wait a second?"
Then what about me?
She had clearly said she liked him.
Taejin looked at her with a face that said he almost didn't dare believe it.
Her body filled his vision—voluptuous to the point of violence, curves that hit like a physical blow.
Someone like that likes me?
He hesitated. Then, under the influence of the alcohol, he said something he never would have said sober.
"Um... S-Sohee... do you... do you like me?"
From Taejin's side, those words took real courage. If she said no, the shame would be unbearable. Without the liquor, he never would have asked.
And Sohee looked straight into his eyes and answered.
"Yesss... I really, really like you..."
Meeting that gaze head-on, Taejin thought to himself:
If only I'd heard this a little sooner.
A few months earlier. Or at least before that bitch Lee Jihye had started tormenting him—before he'd gotten the app.
Back then, he would have accepted her confession without a second of hesitation. There was no reason not to. It wasn't as if he felt nothing for her.
But now was different.
The fondness was still there. The quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, had been there too. But he couldn't answer that feeling now.
He had already done too much with the app. Some people might say sleeping with a handful of Hunters hardly made it "too late," but Taejin was going to take far more women into his arms. At least until he had paid back every scrap of humiliation that bitch had put him through.
So why not just date her like trash and cheat anyway?
...She's someone who liked me. I don't want to hurt her worse than that.
She was strong—strong enough to confess like this. And she was also someone carrying a lot of wounds. Dating him would only make those wounds hurt more. How could it not, when he would be sleeping with other women behind her back?
So he couldn't accept this. Maybe after everything was finished. But not now.
Taejin answered firmly.
"Sohee, I'm really grateful for how you feel... but I don't think we can date."
His voice was calm, almost sober.
"...I don't... want that."
"What?"
"I said I don't want to be rejected..."
Whether it was the alcohol or the sting of the rejection, Sohee said it—and then went further.
"...If I can't have you, I'll take you by force."
—Chup.
And just like that, she went wild.
In truth, her rampage had been inevitable.
To Sohee, Taejin was not only a romantic interest—he was also someone she depended on. The person who had appeared in front of her like a hero when she was at her lowest, who had helped her more than anyone. It would have been hard not to lean on someone like that.
The fact that she had no real friends or family only made it worse.
Her father had died in the chaotic early days of the Gates. Her mother had raised her alone for years before remarrying. The problem was what came after: once Sohee was old enough, her mother treated her like she barely existed and poured all her affection into the child she had with her new husband.
Worse still, the stepfather was not a good man. He watched Sohee grow day by day with a gaze that was anything but wholesome. Sohee shut that gaze down cold, and nothing ever happened—but her mother seemed to notice it too, and only grew colder toward her daughter because of it.
On top of that, she had awakened as a Healer—an extremely rare class—from a young age. At school she looked like a popular star on the surface, but the people around her showed a different face behind her back.
"Ah, that fucking bitch acts so expensive."
"Haha, come on, it's not like we're asking her to put out."
"What, is joining a party that hard?"
Plenty of people revealed that double standard. So after graduation she cut every school relationship clean.
The trouble was that all of it had cut deeper inside her than it looked. That was why, during the Pohang incident, even a minority of public opinion had been enough to shatter her mental state.
In that sense, Taejin felt like someone she could truly rely on. He never demanded anything in return for his help—he even tried to stop her from feeling obligated. He never tried to drive a wedge between her and other people. He praised her; he never tore her down.
Meeting someone like that after a home like hers—how could she not depend on him? And with decent looks and that deep consideration of his, romantic feelings had grown right alongside it.
In short, every ingredient for her to lose control had already been gathered. And so, in the end—
"Mmph?! S-Sohee, if you force a kiss like this...!"
—she grabbed his face and kissed him hard.
Too mild for a real rampage, you say?
Don't worry. The real rampage was only getting started.
After a long, deep kiss, Sohee finally pulled her lips away. A thin, clear thread of saliva stretched between their mouths. Taejin barely registered it—he was too busy trying to stop her.
Unfortunately, he still only had about E-class physical stats. He was nowhere near strong enough to overpower her. Struggle harder? Her strength and speed both outclassed his. How was he supposed to escape or resist? Fighting back and getting hurt would only make things worse.
And more than that—
If she actually gets her heart broken over this...
—he wasn't sure he could handle that either. So he stayed still. And that only made Sohee more aggressive.
"S-Sohee, why are you going down—?!"
"Hehe♥ I heard if you do this, they all give in..."
She dropped to her knees—no, onto all fours—and crawled toward the waist of his pants, right between his legs, to where his cock was. Then she took the zipper.
—Ziiip.
She opened it.
Her boldness left Taejin stunned.
Even drunk, she goes this far?!
Having a beautiful woman open his zipper from below wasn't exactly unpleasant. But getting this after rejecting her confession left a complicated feeling in his chest.
While he was still reeling, she moved fast. Zipper open, underwear pulled down, and then—
"Waaah—"
—she pulled his cock free.
She stared at the thick length in her hands, startled for a beat. Then, whether from the alcohol or pure impulse, she did something she never would have done sober.
"It's so warm...♥"
"S-Sohee?! H-hey, rubbing that on your face is—ngh!"
She pressed his cock against her cheek and nuzzled it—something higher on the pervert scale than anything Taejin had experienced yet. Rubbing a dick on her face was a first even for him. Granted, her face was half-hidden by those massive breasts of hers, but still.
Clinging to the last thread of reason, Taejin tried again.
"Sohee, I already r-rejected you, so doing this is..."
"Taejin."
Her voice turned strangely firm.
"You seduced me first!"
I seduced her? When the hell did I—
He wanted to ask, but he never got the chance.
"Haup—♥!"
Because Sohee took his cock straight into her mouth.
"Kh—?!"
In that moment, Taejin understood. Trying to stop her was pointless now.