Troublemaker
"Chae-eun, good morning."
"Hic!"
I'd come up to the top floor with a sandwich for her. Unlike the guild master, who showed up right on the dot, her diligent secretary was already at her desk. But something was off about her. The second she saw me, she started hiccuping and shrank back like a scared animal.
"What's wrong?"
Lee Chae-eun was an A-rank hunter with S-rank promotion all but locked in. It was just the paperwork holding her back— if your skills weren't the real deal, you wouldn't even be considered. Did I reek or something?
S-ranks had senses dozens of times sharper than normal. After going at it so hard yesterday, maybe the smell lingered. Ji-hye and I were too close to notice, but anyone else...
Nah. Kim Hee-jeong would've sniffed it out if that were the case.
"Oh, um..."
Finally peeking her head over the monitor, Lee Chae-eun spoke up.
"...Sorry. I was just really focused. You startled me, hehe."
"Ah, my bad. You good?"
"Yes!"
Now she was back to her usual bright-eyed self. That pure, beaming smile was adorable.
Can't blame a guy for wanting a secretary like that to handle his needs...
Fuck. Was it because I'd gotten a taste for breaking in Shin Ji-hye yesterday? Seeing innocent, blank-slate Chae-eun like this stirred up my lust. I'd jerked off a few times this morning already, but my dick was throbbing again. I pinched my thigh hard to calm the bastard down.
"Uh... anything unusual going on?"
"N-no, everything's fine."
"Speak up if something's bothering you. I'm your guide, after all."
"Yes!"
I waved to the nodding, smiling Chae-eun and headed into the guild master's office. Three team leaders, Lee Seon-yul, Lee Chae-eun, and Choi Mi-ra. The S-rank hunters whose desires I hadn't checked yet. The three team leaders were pretty much confirmed to be off their rockers... Lee Seon-yul was no better, so that left Chae-eun and Mi-ra.
Mi-ra seemed fine—she loved her job and hadn't seen much field action. But Chae-eun was different. Unlike Mi-ra, who'd awakened straight into S-rank, Chae-eun started at A. Climbing to S meant racking up results. And for hunters, results meant bodies—how many gate monsters you'd killed.
Even D to C is brutal. S-rank...
Ugh. Chae-eun must've walked a thorny path. She seemed cheerful on the outside, but who knew what twisted shit lurked inside.
Gotta check her out somehow.
Her hand looked so soft and squishy. The more I imagined it, the more my cock twitched—but this time, I didn't pinch it back down.
"Shin Ji-hye."
"Yeah? ♥"
Click.
I shut the guild master's office door and locked it.
"Breakfast time."
"Okay... ♥"
# A not-too-long, not-too-short stretch of time. About thirty minutes of playing with Shin Ji-hye.
Couldn't get her clothes wet, so I stripped her bare and used a condom.
Wanna film it...
The guild master—the highest rank in the company—getting fucked in her office... I'd love to keep that for repeated viewings. But nah. Even if I was careful, a leak would be irreversible disaster.
"Hey, but..."
"Hm?"
"If you don't like the taste, you can spit it out, y'know."
Shin Ji-hye, hastily dressing again, tilted her head.
"Why?"
"I mean, it's bitter. Kinda gross."
Once by mouth, once down below. She'd swallowed every drop from the morning blowjobs too. I'd barely stopped her from licking it off the floor.
"...But it's tasty?"
"......Tasty?"
"Yeah!"
I'd never tasted my own cum. Kinda weird, right? But online forums were full of guys saying it was bitter and nasty.
Shin Ji-hye didn't seem to be lying, though. She really thought that.
"It's... sweet. Not just plain sweet, but subtly so, and kinda viscous... like eating pudding."
"......"
Never thought I'd live to hear a review of my jizz.
Then, hiking up her skirt, Shin Ji-hye asked:
"What about... this? Can I eat it too?"
Under the raised skirt: lacy panties. And dangling from the strap—a condom swollen with my cum.
Fuck...
The visual was assault-level hot. I wanted to fill condoms till my balls were dry, tie them into a skirt, and make her wear it.
Her viewing that cum-skirt under her skirt, playing innocent and haughty at work... Hot as hell. Gotta try it next time.
"Sigh. No can do."
"Eeeeng..."
Lips pouting in disappointment. I beckoned her over.
"I'll feed you tons later, so don't pout."
"Ah... ♥"
"Also, you got a hair on your lip."
"Huh...?"
I reached out, plucked the hair from her mouth, and burned it with a spark of mana. Her face flushed beet red—embarrassed, probably.
"Ah ♥"
"Hold out till quitting time."
I pulled her onto my lap. Her melted face nuzzled in as she wiggled her ass playfully. I fed her the sandwich while soothing her.
"Eat properly."
"Yeah... Ah ♥ Quitting time... ngh, you said..."
"Yep. Pussy after work."
I groped her tits. Even with my hand spread wide, they overflowed. Just kneading them felt satisfying. Still...
I'd come to work—couldn't spend the whole day fucking in the boss's office.
"Ji-hye, the team leaders are all out on missions. When do they get back?"
"Ngh... VIPs, escorts, missions... ♥"
The shirt fabric annoyed me, so I popped the buttons and peeled it off. Her nipples were rock-hard even to my fingertips.
Tap tap tap.
Each flick made her ass grind into my crotch.
"Ngh, tomorrow... they'll be back..."
"Tomorrow."
I released the nipple and rubbed her areola. The soft flesh felt great.
"This classified, right? You sure it's okay telling me?"
"What if... I don't wanna tell?"
"I'll keep rubbing till you do?"
"Eut, then... ♥"
Rub rub. I deliberately grazed the nipple.
"What about Seong-ah then?"
"Eut... ♥ Ah, eut...!! Seong-ah... Jin Seong-ah...?"
"Yeah. Can't reach her. She on a solo mission?"
"Seong-ah... no solo assignment... ah ♥"
Twitch, twitch...
Shin Ji-hye shuddered. Her molten gaze panted as her tongue peeked between her lips.
"You're too cute—that's your fault."
"Yeah...? Hnook...! ♥"
I yanked the nipple hard. She clamped her legs tight. Her half-off high heel dangled from her toes.
"Rest later, after work."
"You bastard... eut ♥"
I left a hickey on her neck as she cursed, grabbed my sandwich, and left the office.
No assignment for Jin Seong-ah...?
Then she went into a gate without reporting...
...That's weird.
No evidence. Pure gut feeling. But when she was under me as team leader, I'd drilled it in: never enter gates alone.
Of course, she was S-rank. Rank meant survival odds in any gate. An S-rank gate threatening her would've made headlines—they went into emergency mode on spawn.
Even if she entered one, it'd be C or D at most. B if she pushed it.
But.
Gate enemies weren't just monsters.
# ......A pink ribbon and frilly blouse stood out even in the dark gate interior.
No matter how you sliced it, it wasn't mission gear, but Jin Seong-ah wandered the gate anyway.
Close her eyes, and the whispers came. Destroy everything. Smash it all.
The voices hadn't stopped since that day when everything was taken from her. Waking with splitting headaches, they'd lured her to a gate. Not hard—Seoul had mana hotspots everywhere, and gates spawned at them.
As an S-rank, she didn't need assignments to enter. Why turn away an elite offering free cleanup?
"Haa, haaa..."
To drown the whispers, she dove into the nearest gate and punched whatever moved. Didn't even remember the rank. C-grade maybe. The monsters were trash—no need for full power. She just smashed what she saw.
......That must've drawn eyes.
"Ngh..."
Jin Seong-ah ducked into a rock crevice. Her tattered blouse. She bit back a groan and snapped the arrow in her shoulder with a crack.
......An arrow.
Gate monsters were mostly beasts. Grotesque, but recognizable: cows, birds...
No archers among them. Devil gates had imps with bows, but she'd never seen one. And this wasn't a devil gate.
This was man-made. Probably a hunter.
Targeting her precisely.
She wasn't frail enough for a blind shot. A mana-charged arrow aimed dead at her.
"Ngh..."
It hurt. Unreal pain. The shaft oozed malicious mana.
"Fucking... shit..."
She swallowed the curse—couldn't pinpoint the shooter. Then, a whistle by her ear.
She snatched the arrow mid-flight. As she went to snap it—
Boom!
It exploded in her grip. Searing heat grazed her face. The ribbon in her hair ignited and fell.
"Urk...?!"
Another arrow pierced her gut—from a different angle. At least two foes.
Position exposed. She forced herself up.
—Think in terms of mana output. Match mine.
S-rank physical esper ability. Mana-boosted sight: if you can't see them, they're far.
She glared around, mana surging. No human shapes.
—Can't see? Don't swing wild. Your arms are short. Scavengers swarm, it gets messy.
Scavengers. Hunters preying on the exhausted after monster fights or PvP.
Gate in central Seoul. Low rank, unassigned. Open to all.
Solid hunters turn raven in gates.
—So just hide forever?
—Yeah. When solo.
—Can't hide forever. Then what?
—Run.
Run. She scanned. Gates: entrance is exit. Turned toward her entry.
Nothing nearby. Mana flared, body enhanced—she bolted for the exit.
Kaboom!
Explosive leg power cratered the ground. Dozens of meters in a blink, momentum carrying her out.
Whoosh—arrow past her ear. Too late to dodge, risky to grab.
Best: swat it. She did.
Thwick.
Arrowhead nicked her hand. Dizzying pain—skin split.
How...?
Full-body reinforcement. Could tank bullets, shells. Yet wounded.
Questions piled: Who? Another S-rank? Why?
......And those doubts snagged her ankle.
"Eut...?!"
Moment's hesitation. Arrow to the leg—pop—exploded.
She flinched, expecting blast. Wrong.
Sticky goo melted her shoe, binding it. Wouldn't budge. And these ribboned heels? Hard to kick off mid-escape.
—Can't escape?
—You die.
—Huh? That's it?
—Yup. That's it. Tons die thinking 'I'll be fine.'
"......"
Am I... gonna die? Like this?
—Then don't go solo.
—Right. Teamwork matters. Why form teams, crews, guilds? Can't do it alone.
—Pfft. 'Cause you're weak as fuck, senior?
—Brat. Still S-rank. In some no-rank gate, to humans not monsters?
—So, senior—if I end up alone in a gate, what'll you do? Come save me?
—If you're alone, I'm already dead.
—True, you're weak as shit.
......Shouldn't have said that.
Now her calf was bound. Bowstring twang. Neck prickled.
"Eut...!"
Whoosh.
Air ripped. She crouched for the unknown target—but no impact.
Not a miss. No arrow.
"......Huh?"
Mana to ears. Whoosh—not arrow. Muffled roar...
A silencer failing to swallow gunfire.
Only one hunter she knew used guns in gates.