Training Complete: A Peaceful Awakening
Training complete... It had been so long. So long she couldn't even remember when it last happened, but Shin Ji-hye woke up without a single nightmare.
"Ugh...?"
Her entire body creaked. Something she'd never experienced since awakening as a hunter. Whenever she pushed her body this hard, she died and came back to life at least two or three times, leaving her paradoxically unscathed. That's why the pain felt so foreign. It would take a while longer just to steady herself.
"Ugh..."
Still unfamiliar with the agony, she forced her body up and looked around. It was pitch black everywhere. The curtains were drawn tight, making it impossible to tell the time. With no choice, she stirred a bit of mana to enhance her vision and realized she was in her own bedroom.
"...The bed?"
Why was she in bed? She retraced her memories. Got off work, stopped by the department store... the police showed up, and then on the sofa...
"Hah..."
Just imagining it made her lower belly clench tight. Shin Ji-hye looked down at her abdomen.
"Ah...♥"
Smooth as silk, not a single hair in sight. Touching it felt like newborn skin, impossibly soft. She rubbed it absentmindedly, enjoying the sensation, but pulled her hand away when a strange tingle stirred. Keep going and she'd flip the switch.
"But why am I in bed..."
Back to her original question, she sifted through her memories again. Once... after hearing it was okay to break her, she'd made beastly noises as she came once... After that, it was more like ravaging. Even when she tried to move her hips to please him, the piercing pleasure made her go limp every time.
'I can't... do it on my own.'
She'd been made to cum just like that six times... Of course, it hadn't ended there. She'd blacked out midway through the seventh. Yoo Sung clearly hadn't been satisfied. She could feel his possessiveness, but...
'I'm just an onahole...'
Such greed was a luxury. Probably came a few more times after that. Her belly must be full. What if it bulged out like a frog's? He'd hate it...
'...No. It'll be fine.'
He was Yoo Sung—the guy who'd been okay even hearing her beastly moans. Seeing that wouldn't change his mind. That's just who he was.
'What did it look like? Did he... like it...?'
Her mind wandered into coquettish fantasies, acting all cute and clingy. After the first creampie, she hadn't even thought—just let it spill out. Even Joseon palace maids probably didn't fawn over the king like that...
'Yoo Sung's the king, and I'm the palace maid...'
"Hee-hee..."
Shin Ji-hye snapped out of her delusions, shaking her head.
"Yoo Sung's..."
The moment she turned to find him, her hand brushed a firm forearm. It was Yoo Sung, sleeping soundly right beside her on the bed.
"So handsome..."
She'd always thought so, but today he looked even more so. His nose seemed perfectly straight, his closed eyes sexy... It wasn't her brain thinking objectively—it was her womb calling the shots.
"Hah..."
Did he hear? What if he did? So embarrassing...
She waved her hand in front of his face a few times to confirm he was out cold. Careful not to wake him, she tucked him in and slipped out of bed.
The dark living room, lights off. Looking up, she saw patches on the ceiling wallpaper—marks from where she'd hanged herself. The quietest, simplest, cleanest method. That's why she used it often, but...
'Not anymore.'
She'd changed her mind. He told her to ask permission before dying. Yoo Sung would... probably strangle her himself with those thick fingers, right? That'd feel so good...
"Ah."
Catching herself slipping back into fantasy, she clutched her tightening lower belly. At least seven creampies into her womb. All bareback, making the condoms she'd bought pointless.
...With this much, was she pregnant? Snap. She bit her nail.
Since becoming a hunter, her body had always been perfectly healthy. No common colds or anything. Her occasional headaches were psychological, they said. But one thing bugged her...
Her irregular periods. No idea why, but they'd wreck her with stress. Sometimes, in the middle of chaos, period cramps hit so bad she'd seriously offed herself.
'Pregnant... right? No way it's just... my cycle? That can't happen...'
No way to check. Couldn't exactly rush to the OB-GYN and demand a test. She spat out her bitten nail with a soft sigh.
'Can't die.'
What if she was pregnant? Bad for the baby. Even if she revived instantly, the baby might not...
No dying from now on. Absolutely.
Only after resolving that could she finally take in the living room. Spotless, no trace of last night's mess. A few unopened water bottles on the kitchen table proved it wasn't a dream.
'He cleaned up... Must've been exhausting...'
Her thoughts drifted back to her body. She'd sweated buckets, face tear-streaked, lower half a disaster. Yet no sticky residue. Fingering her pussy brought some slick, but barely any.
'He even washed me...'
Bathed an unconscious woman, cleaned up, carried her to bed... She'd put him through so much. Her cheeks heated up.
'What... time is it?'
Rummaging the living room, she found her phone. 6:40 AM. Just before sunrise. She usually woke at 7, so her body clock kicked in.
'Work today... Come in a bit late? I'm the guild master, so it's fine, right? No, Yoo Sung might scold me...'
She wanted just once this morning... Knowing it wouldn't stop at once, she even considered delaying work, then shook her head.
'Only in front of Yoo Sung.'
Crazy bitch to everyone else. Only show her broken side to him—that was the deal.
'Then...'
She wanted to do something for Yoo Sung after last night's ordeal. Make breakfast?
"Ah..."
No food at home. The pricey fridge held only shriveled veggie scraps from who-knows-when.
'No choice. Yeah. This is all I can do...'
Decision made, she returned to the bed. Quietly, so as not to wake him. With pure service in mind...
Shin Ji-hye slipped under the covers and opened her mouth.
# Ugh, my back.
First thought upon waking. Not pain, exactly. More like her whole body was limp and melty, especially her waist. Didn't wanna move.
'Quit my job...?'
Nah. Wasted too much energy yesterday begging to work. Plus, living as a househusband full-time? Nah.
"Slurp... Suck..."
Mid-thought, pleasure surged from below. Something hot enveloped my dick. Wet, too.
'What the...?'
Morning brain fog. Plus last night's exertion. Rubbing my eyes, I looked down. Covers bulging like someone was inside.
"......"
Whoosh! I yanked them off, revealing Shin Ji-hye's black hair. Bonus: her ecstatic face as she savored my cock like a gourmet meal.
"Slurrrp..."
Our eyes met. She'd been swirling her tongue around half my shaft, sucking greedily, then slowly lifted her head.
"...You're awake♥"
Face burning with shame, but her mouth spewed slutty words. Crazy bitch...
I reached out and grabbed her hair.
"Ah...♥"
"Hey."
Unprompted morning blowjob. Hot, but too tempting—time to tease.
"Who said you could touch my dick?"
I rubbed my fully recovered cock on her face. Her pink tongue chased it wildly.
"Sniiiif. Don't touch it."
"Hng..."
She looked genuinely disappointed. Like a cat smelling churu, squirming. I asked,
"Why're you sucking on your own?"
"B-But..."
"What."
"I'm a dick case...♥"
...This slutty bitch.
"Open wide."
"Ha... Glrk?!"
I shoved my glans into her hot mouth. Lips pursed tight, jaws wide to avoid teeth. Cheeks hollowed, face cheap as hell—but she didn't care, just sucked away.
"Glk...♥"
Air leaked through the vacuum seal, making lewd noises. Her face flushed crimson, ears too. Still, no pulling off.
'Yesterday's words really sank in.'
That she could break freely in front of me. Petting her head gently, I peered into her desires.
'...All good.'
Not her usual "ruin me" craving. Instead: holding hands with a girl who looked like us, walking to kindergarten. A future rare in her desires.
"Ngh..."
Sensations flooded back as I dismissed it. Orgasm building from my waist. Gripping her head, I thrust up.
"Ghk...!"
Glans pushing past her throat. She gagged but swallowed it down.
"......"
Couldn't hold back—blasted straight down her gullet. Clutching my thighs, she swirled her tongue, gulping cum.
"Tha...♥"
A dribble escaped. Even after, she held on, then lifted her head with a weird noise.
Gulp, gulp... Head thrown back, throat working overtime. Lips sealed, she pried her mouth open with fingers.
"All swallowed...♥"
Crazy bitch, total psycho... Late bloomers don't know when to quit. My dick twitched hard again.
"Ah...♥"
"Get on, slut."
"N-No, can't...♥"
"Why? Hate it?"
"Gotta... work...♥"
I glanced at the wall clock. 7:10. Work at 9—plenty of time.
"Just get hired as my onahole then, you slut."
"Ah...♥ N-No...♥"
"What're you saying."
Smack! Red handprint on her ass as I spread her cheeks. Pussy drooling, juices to her knees.
"Put that pussy on it, dick case."
"...Hah, ack♥"
Dick barely parting her folds, her eyes rolled back.
# "...Lock? No need?"
Finally headed to work after three morning rounds. Wanted to go all day, but duty calls... I had my own shit, and couldn't keep her from work. She stays functional normally—breaks only when alone with me. Nonstop sex without work might twist her desires weirdly, harder to handle.
"Yeah."
Still, no lock today. Cops showed yesterday—might need her unhindered. Kneading her disappointed ass,
"Ah♥"
"We'll lock and leash you for walks later, so don't pout."
"Who said I was pouting...♥ Crazy fuck..."
Her slurred words said otherwise. But company lot—no time for play. Let go.
"Wait inside. Grabbing sandwiches."
"Okay..."
Skipped breakfast—fridge empty as new electronics. Split from Shin Ji-hye, hit the sandwich shop upfront.
"Oh, honey, hi~?"
"...Hee-jeong?"
Unmissable red hair anywhere. Kim Hee-jeong chilling with coffee and sandwich at the worker haunt.
"What a coincidence meeting here~?"
"...Yeah. Sure is."
Waiting for me? Ordered my usual two at the counter, sat opposite.
"Were you waiting?"
"Huh? I like you, but not that much."
"...Please don't say shit that'll get misunderstood."
She smirked.
"Yeah, I waited. Know where Seong-ah is?"
"Jin Seong-ah? She didn't come in?"
"She did... but hasn't come back? She lives here."
"Huh. She clocks in on time though..."
"Dunno~. You're handling S-ranks, thought you might know. Where's Seong-ah?"
"...No clue."
Pulled out my phone, dialed Jin Seong-ah. Old teammate—had her number.
Riiiing... The person you're calling is unavailable.
"Huh?"
"What?"
"Phone's not even... ringing?"
Post-gate Korea recovered mostly. Even mountains had signal—except one place. Gates.
"In a gate then? Seong-ah in trouble?"
"Not a hunter, so I don't..."
"Got it. Tell me if you hear from her, honey."
"Sure."
My sandwiches arrived. Grabbed the bag from the clerk, heading out—paused.
"Hee-jeong, not working?"
"Haven't clocked out yet?"
"Oh."
Her workaholic brain probably contributed.
"Uh, good luck, Hee-jeong."
"Yeah, you too."
I waved back at her goodbye and left the shop.