The Silent Horror of a Hidden Secret

“…bang!”

Where… where exactly was I?

I remembered it all so clearly. The brutal dungeon battle, the monsters swarming in the dim light of the gate entrance. Then the System message flashed across my vision and my body froze solid.

“Ugh…!”

“Oppa! Are you okay?!”

When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the sterile white ceiling of a hospital room and Min-seo’s tear-soaked face hovering inches away from mine.

Her nose was red, and tears still clung to the corners of her eyes, glistening in the harsh overhead lights. Somehow, even now, she had rushed over the moment she heard I’d collapsed. My beautiful girlfriend, worry etched into every line of her face.

“Min… se… o…”

My throat was locked tight. I couldn’t even force out her name properly.

Yet seeing her face—so full of sorrow, so full of relief—brought me a strange wave of calm. Perhaps it was the knowledge that she was still mine, my devoted Min-seo.

“Oppa… I heard you were hurt and I was so scared! How could I even breathe for a second?!”

I had done such terrible things to you… and yet here you are, worrying this much about me.

I glanced at the clock. Twelve hours had passed since we entered the gate. I’d blacked out, but the dungeon had been cleared without a ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠single casualty. My life was still intact.

“I… I was so worried about you, Oppa… hic!”

Min-seo buried her face against my chest and burst into tears. Her small shoulders shook, and warm tears soaked through my shirt.

I reached out automatically and stroked her back. The touch felt exactly the same as always—soft, slender, unmistakably my girlfriend’s.

“We can’t keep doing this anymore,” she whispered, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. “I’m too scared. I can’t keep going alone into the low-rank gates… something terrible could happen. Oppa, please… promise you’ll go with me from now on.”

“Haha…”

I almost laughed. She was worrying about me while she’d been treated like a discarded piece of furniture. Still, I couldn’t say it.

“Min-seo… what happened there? While I was… unconscious?”

“H-huh?”

It was hard to force the words out, but I had to know. I had to be sure.

“That… Netorase thing. Tell me the truth.”

“Ah…”

For a split second her face turned ashen, then flushed back to its usual warm color.

“N-no, it was nothing special at all! Just… normal.”

She answered without hesitation, expression utterly calm, as if she were discussing the weather. Too calm. The kind of calm that didn’t belong to a woman who had just been with another man.

But I had seen the darkness flicker across her eyes for a moment—the guilt, the shame. It only made the forbidden part of me surge hotter.

What had really happened?

She had taken the pleasure I couldn’t give her, pushed me aside, gone deeper than I ever could. How many times had she come while I lay helpless, watching from inside my own mind?

I hated myself for it. The images kept replaying anyway.

The bedroom. Clothes torn away. His thick, calloused hands ripping open her blouse. Her slender fingers working his belt, freeing his already rock-hard cock. Their naked bodies colliding on the sheets like animals.

Every brutal thrust sent wet, obscene sounds echoing through the room. The slap of skin on skin. The sharp, broken moans rising from her throat.

‘Stop… please stop…’

I tried to whisper it, but my body betrayed me. The masochistic part of me craved every second.

“Oppa?”

“Y-yes?”

Only her voice could drag me back from that filthy fantasy into the present.

“Then… what kind of man was he?”

“…”

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She blinked, surprised by the question. For a moment she couldn’t speak. Then her ears turned pink, slowly creeping up to her cheeks. The blush spread like wildfire across her face.

She looked away, then back, then dropped her gaze again.

“T-that man…?”

Her voice was thin, trembling. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of my blanket, clearly flustered.

I didn’t push. I simply waited, letting her feel the weight of the question.

Her cheeks burned brighter, lips bitten between her teeth, clearly torn about how to answer.

That silence was killing me.

“He… he was the President of the Korea Hunter Association,” I said quietly.

“…”

“Kang Yong-man.”

Her eyes widened. Recognition hit her like a slap.

“That… that monster?”

“The same one.”

She stayed silent for a long time, processing.

The image slammed into me uninvited: his thick fingers bruising her waist, shoving that fat, arrogant cock deeper into her than I ever could, claiming every inch while I watched from inside my own head.

Revulsion rose in my throat… and yet my body reacted anyway, blood rushing hot beneath my skin.

How pathetic I was. Here she was, lying beside me, holding my hand, and all I could think about was another man fucking her.

“The place we agreed to meet… he was waiting for you there.”

“Hah…”

I laughed bitterly. The man I’d met through a random dating app had suddenly become the President of the Korea Hunter Association. Ridiculous. But somehow I felt a strange relief.

If he had been ugly, fat, and powerless, there would be nothing to worry about. But Kang Yong-man—charming on TV, terrifying in person—could have taken her without even trying.

“Thinking about it… I should check my status screen.”

I opened the System window and scrolled to my trait.

The description made my stomach twist. So that was the power behind the trait. The ability to watch every second of her degradation in real time.

She was already looking at me, worry in her eyes. But I couldn’t blame her. I kept it hidden.

“Her affection toward you:

Everything was perfect. No jealousy. No fear.

“It’s fine, isn’t it?” I asked softly.

“Of course it is.”

She smiled, but her eyes were still a little distant. The kind of smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

She had been taken by the President of the Korea Hunter Association. And I had felt every second of it.

“Then… how big was he?”

The question slipped out before I could stop it. My voice came out small, almost ashamed.

“Size?”

“I mean… your dick. How much bigger?”

“Oppa, are you crazy?!”

She shoved me lightly away, cheeks burning crimson. Her fingers twisted the blanket edge, clearly trying to look anywhere but at me.

“I just… I need to know if I’m—”

“No! It wasn’t that different at all!”

“Really?”

“Really!”

She insisted, refusing to meet my eyes, clutching the blanket like a lifeline. She was trying to comfort me. Trying to make me feel better.

[Remaining Stat Points: 5]

[SP: 57]

“Sixty… fifty-seven…”

That was all. She had spent the entire time I was unconscious fucking someone else. I could feel it in my bones.

She had lied about the size. She had lied about it being “normal.”

And the System had shown me everything. Every thrust. Every ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠moan. Every second of her being ruined.

I believed her. We had been together long enough for me to know she wouldn’t betray me so easily.

But there was one thing I knew for certain.

We both had secrets now. I just happened to be the only one who could see them.

“I’ll go with you into the gates from now on,” I said quietly, already knowing I would never do it.

She smiled, relieved. I smiled back.

But inside, something had changed. Something dark and shameful had been planted in both of us.

And I had no intention of letting it go.