A Forbidden Power and the Sergeant's Obsession
Was it reacting to the onahole keyword from my former superior I'd run into by chance? A system message had notified me that I could use my Unique Authority on An Jeong-hwa.
"...So it works on people too."
Apparently, the targets of this authority included not just dungeon monsters, but humans as well. And the other party was a mana-awakened ability user, no less.
Considering that all mana-awakened individuals possessed magic resistance proportional to their mana, this was a pretty serious issue. Normally, direct mana interference affecting someone's body or mind was mostly blocked by magic resistance. Even the slightest bit of it could resist most mana interferences. Even unawakened civilians had a tiny amount of this resistance, to the point where high-rank ability users with mental abilities or skills prioritized breaking their target's will to resist first.
It was like that with civilians, but ability users with mana stats had even stronger resistance, making them practically immune to mana interference unless you resorted to torture. Especially when unconscious— their magic resistance actually ramped up even more, making interference even less effective.
Yet this authority seemed to ignore magic resistance entirely. Which meant ordinary people had no way to resist it as long as the conditions were met.
Of course, I had no intention of abusing it. My goal was to carry on my parents' legacy as hunters and surpass them. I had no plans to commit shameful acts that would disgrace them.
But if word got out about this ability of mine, would others see it the same way? Especially in the New Daehan Republic, where the government routinely monitored and restricted the freedom of ability users with powers that could be abused for crime, even if they hadn't committed any.
In the end, I needed to find a way to hide this ability as soon as possible. And the answer lay in the dungeons and the Tower.
I dismissed the system message alert without a second thought—it wasn't worth dwelling on. Jeong-hwa had trusted me enough to pass out drunk, and I wasn't shameless enough to use my power on her in that state.
My head was a mess. As I stepped out of the motel, I wondered why I'd ended up with an ability like this.
They say unique abilities generally reflect a person's inner image. Which made it even harder to understand. I'd been obsessed with martial arts, if anything—onaholes weren't even on my radar until recently. And when it came to women, I'd lived the life of a total virgin loner.
So why had I awakened as the Onahole Master (EX) instead of something martial arts-related? Why a Unique Authority instead of a mere unique ability?
"Hoo."
A cold wind brushed my forehead as I stepped outside. I let out a sigh. Was the alcohol finally hitting me, or was it the unresolved worries giving me a headache? My head spun.
"Now I'm seeing things. Am I really drunk?"
Jeon So-young was standing right in front of me. I thought I was hallucinating, but she glared at me with a fierce expression and spoke.
"Hey, why the hell are you coming out of a motel?"
No, why was she here?
Come to think of it, the cocktail bar I'd stopped by earlier was one she frequented, so running into her around here wasn't that strange. But was it really a coincidence?
Back in the military, she'd stuck to me like a leech during leave, tormenting me. She might have followed me on purpose.
"What's it to you where I come out of?"
"You...!"
"You still see me as your subordinate? It's been over a week since I was discharged—watch your mouth."
"......"
She looked like she had plenty to say, but my words left her fuming in silence. It felt damn satisfying.
But I wasn't done yet.
"And your attitude's a bit much, don't you think?"
"What?"
Jeon So-young blinked in confusion.
"You're 23. I showed respect in the military because of rank, but I'm a civilian now. You planning to keep talking down to me like that?"
I'd been caught off guard by the sudden encounter, but this was actually perfect. Discharged and all, I had nothing to bow to her for. She was just a rude little shit now.
Though I was a bit wary of her violent tendencies, especially since she'd used her ability right before my discharge. But that time, I'd slipped up too, and no one got seriously hurt, so it blew over. If she pulled that crap in civilian life, I'd press charges without mercy.
She seemed to know it too—just glared without making a move.
"So why're you coming out of a motel?"
"You're young, but still... talking down?"
"...Fine."
It was amusing watching her grind her teeth, but pushing further might actually start something, so I told her the truth.
"My party member got wasted and couldn't function, so I put her in a motel room. Happy now?"
"...You didn't do anything else?"
"What, you think I'm like you? Can't tell right from wrong?"
"As long as you didn't."
"Fine."
She growled back, clearly done playing along.
"If it bugs you, talk down to me too."
"Tch. Do whatever you want."
Her attitude was as shitty as ever. But oddly, it felt comfortable. I'd planned to ignore her if we crossed paths in society, but now that we had, she just seemed like someone who'd been a jerk rationally—no real emotions stirred.
Was it some kind of grudging fondness? Come to think of it, after my parents died, she was the only one I'd been close to for years. I'd even gotten advice from her today.
Maybe that's why I found myself asking first.
"So what're you doing here?"
"...Drinking."
"Didn't you hate drinking alone?"
She was the type who'd drag me out if she didn't want to drink solo—what wind blew her here alone?
"No one to drink with?"
"......"
"Figures. With that personality, who'd wanna be friends?"
"...Then drink with me."
"You nuts? Why would I drink with you? Putting up with your drunken bullshit has a limit."
"Then if I don't get messy, you'll drink with me?"
What the hell was with her? Had she already pre-gamed at home? Her face did look a bit flushed.
If she was like this already, going for drinks would 100% end in drunken antics. I shut it down firmly.
"I'm busy. Got a dungeon tomorrow."
"Fucking asshole."
"Hey, I'm a civilian now. Clean up your language."
"Fuck off."
She flipped me the bird, spat her curse, and stormed back into the cocktail bar without a goodbye.
Eh, whatever. I'd seen her tantrums plenty. I wondered if I was being too much of a pushover, but she wasn't a big part of my life anymore—just someone passing by. No anger rose.
More importantly, I had stuff to do at home. I planned to dig deeper into how my onaholes had grown to the next stage.
Jeon So-young sighed inwardly as she watched Han Yeoul disappear into the crowd outside the window.
Three years of not being honest, and now all that came out was her habitual cursing. Her father had nagged her endlessly to fix it, but it never stuck.
'What a clueless fucking idiot.'
The silver lining was that the "education" she'd drilled into him over the past three years seemed effective—no one was hovering around him yet.
He was such a social idiot when it came to relationships, easy to mold to her tastes. But whenever he saw her, he lost it. She couldn't even break even.
She'd considered getting him drunk and jumping him a few times, but her mana was so low that alcohol hit her hard—she'd pass out first.
She'd even conditioned him that if he was with a drunk girl, he should take her to a motel and undress her so she could breathe comfortably. But that eunuch bastard hadn't laid a finger on her.
It was such a shock she wondered if she lacked feminine appeal. She had confidence in her looks, having won the military beauty contest, after all.
From the magazines he'd snuck in, his type seemed to be long straight hair and big tits. Hers were bigger than the models', and she'd even grown her hair out long on purpose, despite usually keeping it short for convenience...
Now that she thought about it, maybe she should've ditched the compression tank bra that squished her chest flat.
"Bad guy."
Sure, she'd been harsh a few times, but it was all work-related. And she'd make up for it on leave with meals or drinks. So why was he getting colder toward her?
Ah, but him talking down to her was pretty fresh. He was older, after all. Should she call him oppa?
'Oppa my ass...'
Pointless thoughts—she could never say it to his face anyway. Better to drink up, go home, jerk off to her tissues, and crash.
Thinking of the tissues stashed in the fridge without spoiling, a tingle shot through her lower belly, exciting her a bit.
'It's like semen addiction or something.'
Jeon So-young recalled that day.
A week after his discharge, surveilling his house. Worried he wasn't coming out, she debated checking on him when he emerged, scowling, hauling out bag after bag of black trash bags.
He repeated it several times, locked up, and headed to a nearby motel alone. At first, she thought he was calling a girl, but he just crashed alone late into the night.
That raised another question: What the hell had he thrown out so much of?
Worried, she went to his place and rummaged through the bags. Nearly pissed herself right there on the street.
Every bag was stuffed with tissues soaked in Han Yeoul's semen. The smell was musky since it'd been a while, assaulting her nose.
Drawn in, she hauled them all to her place. Right up until heading to the cocktail bar, she'd spent two days in a masturbation frenzy, sniffing the cum-stained tissues.
Her sense of smell had always been hypersensitive, even more so after awakening mana—it was even registered in her system.
Dog-level sniffing meant suffering from smells everywhere. Daily life was bad enough, but dungeons with monster stench nearly drove her mad.
Her nerves frayed daily, curses spilling nonstop.
But the first dungeon run after he joined her unit? His sweat didn't smell rank.
It was sweet, somehow. Then one night in the barracks, an intense scent invaded her nose, jolting her awake.
Chasing the unfamiliar aroma, she ran into Han Yeoul fresh from jerking off in the bathroom.
She'd yelled curses in panic, but after he left, she realized her panties were soaked.
She snuck into the men's room, followed the lingering scent, and masturbated for the first time in the unit.
Climaxing while stifling her moans, she thought: This is dangerous.
She knew what masturbation was vaguely, but she'd never done it. That night fixed her sexual tastes forever.
"Dungeon, huh..."
His words popped into her head. He was hitting a dungeon tomorrow, and he'd already recruited a party member. They'd even drunk together—must be close already.
'That was my spot.'
After three years raiding together, ditching her for someone else pissed her off, but she had no excuse to stick around anymore.
She craved his scent up close. Since his discharge, only stinking people surrounded her.
She dulled her senses with strong booze to block the stench. Downing 40-proof cocktails and vodka, her body heated up.
Normally, he'd stop her by now... Bad guy.
No mood to drink more, she paid and stumbled out.
Heading home to bury her face in the cum bags and masturbate, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.