Chapter 13
Chapter 13
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Translator: True Detective
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Alligator Warrior in Heat Appears!
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"Legitimate Wife (In Heat) Appears!
Lick.
The way she licked around her mouth was unnecessarily seductive.
The fact that this bipedal alligator-like monster had such voluptuous breasts was bizarre enough to begin with.
But more than that, it was those eyes.
They gleamed with predatory hunger, but not the kind that wanted to devour its prey in the literal sense—you could tell that right away.
Because this thing wasn't thinking about eating me from the top—it wanted me from below. Drool was pouring from its lower mouth far more than from the one up top.
'Fuck, I'm gonna get eaten in a whole different way.'
One thing was clear: this monster had locked onto me, the male of the species, as its target.
I quickly unbuckled my seatbelt and leaped out from under the flipped police car.
"Wha—what?!"
"Hey, kid!"
"That thing's after me! If I act as bait, you two will be safe!"
Ever since becoming a hunter, had I developed some kind of hero complex?
Jumping into the jaws of hell to save two cops I'd just met.
But what choice did I have?
There was a way to save them right in front of me, and I had the power to do it. Standing by and watching was something I was done with.
I'd lived that life before—dying alone with no one around because I just stood there.
I'm not saying I should blindly sacrifice myself for others like some idiot.
I just figured, since last time I died doing nothing, this time I'd at least try whatever I could.
That fighting spirit welled up inside me.
"Hey, you horny monster!"
"Grk?"
"You wanna fuck me that bad? Come on then, give it a shot!"
I landed in the alley and provocatively thrust my hips back and forth like I was pounding away.
And damn, it worked better than expected.
"Kraaaaaah!"
She tossed the police car aside like trash—the one she'd looked ready to rip apart on the spot—and the Alligator Warrior, now with heart-shaped pupils, started chasing after me.
'If she catches me I'm fucked if she catches me I'm fucked if she catches me I'm fucked...!'
My plan was to lure her to some deserted spot.
As a hunter using an alias, if I wanted to fight, I needed somewhere hidden to change into my suit first.
Luckily, she was so goddamn huge that even though she was way faster than me, she kept getting wedged in the alleys and couldn't close the gap.
Plus, this was the neighborhood I'd moved to for my own place right after turning eighteen.
I knew every inch around my building in Hannam-dong like the back of my hand.
'I've been sticking to the empty alleys on purpose. If I'd run into a crowded street, shit would've really hit the fan.'
Thanks to my quick thinking, casualties from this Alligator Warrior so far: zero.
But that wouldn't last.
The deserted alleys were about to run out.
I needed to take her down quick.
And then—
Thududududu.
"Look at this, folks! A man is being relentlessly pursued by what appears to be an Alligator Warrior!"
No people around, perfect timing, I thought.
But nope—a news helicopter showed up right overhead.
"No way, is this live coverage?!"
So annoying. Can't you just fuck off?
Now I couldn't even use Armament, let alone fight properly.
Meanwhile, oblivious to my frustration, the chopper hovered at about five stories up, cameras trained on us non-stop. They must've struck gold.
"If this continues, that innocent man could end up as the monster's living dildo! I want to ask the president himself: Is this acceptable?!"
Slipping in political jabs like that? These guys are serious.
And that made it worse.
The helicopter, blinded by the scoop, was lowering its altitude, crossing the line big time.
"Get back up there!"
"The man is shouting something at us now! Begging for help? Unfortunately, our chopper isn't equipped for rescues!"
"I said go higher!"
"But MSK News Desk, as Korea's leading broadcaster, will do our utmost! To the end! We're discussing a plan to save that man right now!"
No, that's for soldiers or hunters with actual power to discuss.
What the hell is a news station planning?!
Even if there are no tall buildings around, that thing keeps descending?
Thududududu.
"Go up!"
"Whoa! The man artfully dodging the Alligator Warrior is waving at us!"
"It's too dangerous—fly high up!"
"Was he an aspiring athlete? Dude's got stamina, running and yelling like that! Hey, interview after?"
"No, you fucking idiots! Get the hell up!!"
Whoosh whoosh!
In a world used to monsters, were these reporters just scoop-crazy?
Or did they think they were safe up in the sky?
Sure, Alligator Warriors were land monsters with no flight ability.
Their dungeon habitat was deep jungle swamps—not Seoul's urban sprawl.
But still.
Thudududududu.
"Grr... grrr..."
"...! Fuck, get up higher now!!"
These were monsters that even seasoned D-rank hunters needed a full party to take down—right on the cusp of mid-layers.
Unfamiliar turf or not, you couldn't drop your guard.
Boom!
The chopper that had been shadowing us overhead pissed her off, apparently.
"The gator... flew?!"
In one bound, she leaped five stories up, face-to-face with the helicopter.
Crunch crunch crunch.
Back during World War II,
there was a record of an Alligator Warrior emerging from a black portal smack in the middle of a Nazi encampment advancing on Russia.
Of course, it was a massive war, so high-level hunters in the unit took it down quick.
"...Gulp."
Mid-layers start at floor 10.
This was floor 9—the apex predator of the lower levels.
Records said her claws sliced through Nazi tank armor like butter.
Just like... right now.
"Wha—what?! The, the chopper!"
"Kraaaaaah!"
"H-help... Please, viewers, save me!!"
Too late—they tried climbing, but at around eight stories up.
The news chopper got snatched by the Alligator Warrior, lost control, got shredded by claws and teeth, and exploded mid-air.
Boom!
...It was gruesome.
Self-inflicted, maybe, but watching people die right there still turned my stomach.
And the scarier part.
Whoosh... Thud!
She landed right in front of me, unscathed from the chopper's explosion.
Looking pleased, she rubbed her own massive tits—house-sized—alligator right in my face. My feet wouldn't move.
No—they couldn't move.
At this range, any sign of running would excite her, and who knows what she'd do.
'Gotta transform here after all?'
Not planned, but the broadcast that had been airing me was cut off.
No one sane sticks around a monster that blew up a chopper. Staring at her extending reptilian claws, I figured now was my chance.
So.
"Arm—!"
Even if I'd dominated floor 7 by chance, would that hold up against a floor 9 monster?
I wasn't without doubts.
But I sure as hell wasn't gonna sit there and get reptilian pussy-pounded.
"Here goes..."
Better to tame her than get raped.
True to my title as Female Submission Hunter, I planned to put this bitch down.
"Yaaaaaaaah!!"
"Huh?"
"Grk?"
But then.
With a massive whoosh of wind,
a foot slammed into the Alligator Warrior's head as she turned!
"Why the hell are you trying to use my personal living dildo?!"
"L-Lee Seolgi?!"
The familiar spiky-haired girl who dropkicked the Alligator Warrior, sending her tumbling, then landed in front of me.
"Hey! Kim Yongchan. You okay?"
"Seolgi! Damn it, you sex maniac, I knew I could count on you!"
"S-sex maniac...?! You, a guy shouldn't use such vulgar words! That's not okay!"
She drops a 'living dildo' line herself, then expects me to stay prim?
The culprit behind that shameless attitude? My childhood friend, Lee Seolgi.
"You here to save me?"
"Of course! ...But before that! Why no contact for ten days?!"
"Huh? Oh, that? It's... a secret."
"Se-secret?! Why?! What the—... Don't tell me, you got a girlfriend?"
Chill.
Sudden cold sweat.
Time for the Lee Seolgi playbook.
Rule one: Bluff using 'male advantages.'
"Truth is, I've been dealing with wet dreams lately... feeling all cooped up."
"Gasp! I see... Yeah, I heard guys' nocturnal emissions are way worse than periods."
Why's expelling dead sperm harder than bleeding for days?
Couldn't comprehend, but I just nodded.
"Hehe, we're alike then! Yesterday was my period, actually."
Uh, okay...
Thanks for the unwanted TMI...
Staring at Seolgi proudly announcing her shark week, I had no clue how to react—just nodded again.
Anyway.
"So you came to rescue me."
Thanks to Seolgi, I survived.
Honestly, I wasn't sure I could've beaten an Alligator Warrior, but thanks to her, this mess was—
"Grrrrr..."
"Huh?"
I thought we'd passed the worst...
"Seolgi, she's getting up."
"Yeah! Obviously. She's a floor 9 monster."
"Right. And?"
"I'm just a hunter who's reached floor 6. Can't beat her."
"......Huh?"
What?
My tough-as-nails childhood friend who always protected me... was weaker than me now?
The kind of setup that'd be a light novel title.
"So what do we do now?"
"Hmm... Beats me?"
The Alligator Warrior started rising from where she'd fallen.
This way, I'd get eaten below, Seolgi from above—both monster chow.
Only option: run.
"Snap out of it, focus!"
"Wh-whoa?!"
In a panic, I pulled Seolgi into my arms.
Then, princess-carried this idiot who'd charged in without a plan.
Screw it, we're doomed anyway.
Might as well bolt to the Hunter Association with its solid backup.
No, before that—status window.
First appearance in ages, and this is the bullshit you pop up with?
...Thanks, I guess?