Drawing the Line
“Well then, I’ll be off.”
“If you need anything, be sure to contact me!”
I left the Cheonma Shin-gyo Autonomous District under Han Se-ah’s warm send-off, heading back to the city where I’d been living. Throughout my stay there, Han Se-ah had been incredibly kind to me. Beyond the compensation she’d promised, she’d given me advice on swordsmanship and even handed over a thick wad of cash so I could stay in temporary lodging until my new place was ready. Without attaching any strings, she’d even agreed to become my guardian. Only after treating me to dinner did she finally let me go.
Spending half a day chatting with her like that, I realized Han Se-ah was far more down-to-earth and straightforward than I’d imagined. She was one of the Ten Great Hunters, the strongest in the country, and the image I’d had of the Cheonma was this stern, imposing figure. But in private, she was surprisingly goofy, quick to laugh—just like any regular woman my age. I saw her doting on the kids, her righteous sense of justice in protecting the weak, and her hunter’s instinctive shudder at the mere thought of monsters.
She must really like me, huh? Even gave me her personal contact.
Handing over her personal number before I left made it clear her offer to be my guardian wasn’t just empty words. There was probably some influence from my Charm Aura trait, which didn’t show up in the system, but as she’d said, she already had a baseline fondness for me, so she treated me kindly. She’d been clear it wasn’t romantic attraction, but when someone of Cheonma stature shows that much goodwill, it’s impossible not to develop rational feelings of admiration—especially since I already respected her.
I still have to keep my distance, though.
Still, her fondness came from the perspective of the Cheonma looking at a promising junior hunter, so I had to bury my regrets. There’s an age gap, after all. To her, I must seem like a kid.
Thanks to her immense mana halting her aging, Han Se-ah looked like she was in her early twenties, but she was actually at least ten years older than me. I figured it’d be hard for her to see me as anything but a boy.
Shaking off the lingering thoughts, I pulled out my wallet. Inside was my newly issued hunter registration card. Unlike the drawn-out moving process, the Hunter Association had a branch right there in the district, so my rank had been adjusted to 6th Grade on the spot.
I checked the engraved unique ability field on the hunter registration card and chuckled.
[Unique Ability: Monster Summoner]
Having confirmed that the revamped status window could fool even the Cheonma with her S-rank unique ability—not to mention government info-type awakeners—put my mind fully at ease.
Now, where to crash tonight?
With the generous lodging stipend she’d given me, I figured a nice hotel would do. I’ve gotta refill Brina after using up all the semen I’d stored in her, so somewhere with solid soundproofing.
Onaholes didn’t leave a mess, but Brina’s moans were intense, so soundproofing was non-negotiable.
Come to think of it, last time I used her with the window open... Guess moving was inevitable anyway.
The neighbors must’ve heard everything. No way I was going back near my old place. So I booked a hotel a bit farther out and headed there. The cab ride took less than ten minutes, and the place was perfect.
“Room 404, right?”
I’d specifically requested a room with top-tier soundproofing. As soon as I flopped onto the bed, exhaustion hit me like a truck. Had I been tense from the unexpected run-in with the Cheonma without realizing it? My physical stats were way up, but the mental fatigue was real.
One spar with Siriel and my house is wrecked. Then Han Se-ah pops up trying to kill Brina, suddenly apologizes, drags me to the Cheonma district with promises of compensation, declares herself my guardian, and reveals this Charm Aura trait I didn’t even know about.
“Charm Aura, huh...”
According to Han Se-ah, it amplified any existing fondness into full-blown attraction. Useless in combat, maybe, but a powerhouse for building relationships.
“But it does jack against someone like Jeon So-young who outright hates me, so maybe it’s not all that great?”
Avoiding enemies was way handier for social life than stacking allies. Once bad blood formed, it clung like a curse.
“Why’s she got such a hard-on for screwing me over, anyway?”
No matter how I racked my brain, I couldn’t figure out Jeon So-young’s deal. Knowing about the Charm Aura only made it more baffling. No point brooding alone, so I pulled Brina and Slami from my inventory.
“I’ve been waiting, Master.”
“Buu-!”
Brina, dressed in Han Se-ah’s training gear, bowed politely. Slami, still sulking from getting smacked mid-meal last time, cutely protested that she was mad right now.
“Where- is this-?”
Slami’s brief tantrum faded as she realized this wasn’t our old place and started peering around curiously. Since I needed to talk to Brina anyway, I let Slami explore.
“Don’t go outside the room. And no breaking or eating anything.”
“Yup-!”
Cheerfully over her huff, Slami sprouted thick tentacle bundles from her lower body and slithered around like a snail, poking at the room’s novelties with tentacle fingers.
“She won’t break anything, right?”
“I properly trained her in the sub-space, so she should be fine.”
“Sub-space? Oh, you mean the inventory.”
Now that I thought about it, my inventory was still F-rank—barely 1m³. Cramped for two, especially with Abigail’s sword in there too. They could hardly move.
Gotta find a way to expand it soon.
I’d registered Brina as a summon during my rank adjustment, so no need to inventory her anymore. But Slami, only at stage 3, didn’t even show stats, so she couldn’t be registered and had to stay pocketed. And this wasn’t the end—growing my unique authority meant more onaholes, so expansion was essential.
My mind wandered, but back to business: I filled Brina in on Jeon So-young. Our military days, her chasing me on leave, teaching me despite seeming to hate my guts, and now the Charm Aura.
Brina was a former high goblin onahole, but intelligent and female—she’d see it from a different angle than me.
After hearing me out, she tilted her head curiously.
“Why haven’t you turned her into an onahole yet, Master?”
“What’re you talking about?”
“If you’re wondering why that female acts so uppity, just make her an onahole and use Absolute Command to ask.”
Her take was way off from mine. She was my onahole now, but her monster roots made her thinking pretty alien.
“She’s human. Why would I turn her into an onahole? She bullied me, sure, but she never tried to kill me.”
Monsters were humanity’s enemies—no hesitation there. But people? No. Unless they were thug scum like those punks I’d onaholed, the kind who’d shank their own in a monster fight.
“Honestly, I don’t get why you impose limits on your own authority, Master. Humans seem perfect for it. Your Onahole Absolute Ownership copies the target’s skills and abilities. Hunters, with their unique abilities, would maximize—”
“Enough.”
“......”
I knew where she was going. I wasn’t blind to it. That drunken night with Jeonghwa. When the onahole message popped up, I’d dismissed it outright... but I’d be lying if I said temptation didn’t flicker. I wasn’t some saint. Power to turn women into my playthings? Of course I hesitated before rejecting it. And after tasting it through Brina—a monster, sure—I’d already known the thrill.
But I refused Jeonghwa. Turning fellow hunters might be the fastest power-up, like Brina said. But what would set me apart from those thugs? Wielding power for my desires made me no better than a beast. To stay me, I had to hold the line: no harming innocents or fellow humans unless they were scum.
Brina nodded at my reasoning.
“If that’s your will, Master, then acting accordingly is the right path.”
“Huh, giving up that easily?”
“I merely offered my view. The decision is yours alone. I’m your onahole—I answered honestly. Truth be told, I’m far more interested in your tool, Master~?”
She sidled up, nuzzling into my thigh gap.
“Hold on. Let me shower first.”
“I love your unwashed scent, Master.”
“...I feel gross.”
“Then allow me to wash you!”
“Hmm, alright.”
Come to think of it, Brina was dusty from the fight with Han Se-ah too.
Gotta launder the training gear before returning it.
One outfit wouldn’t faze the Cheonma, but courtesy demanded it. She had nothing else to wear now, so later.
Buy her clothes after, then wash it.
As we headed to the shower, Brina suddenly asked something.
“Oh, Master. You said you won’t use it on living humans... but what about the dead?”
“Huh? Never thought of that.”
I hadn’t seen any corpses since awakening. But it’d probably work. Inanimate objects, broken wills, even Jeonghwa unconscious—it activated. Death shouldn’t stop it. Those punks I thought were goners turned onahole with egos intact before brain death. Fresh corpses might keep the self.
“A dead person fits your criteria, doesn’t it, Master?”
“Defiling the dead still feels... wrong.”
To gain skills, you had to use the onahole once. Monster-fucking? Fine. Human corpses? Hard pass. Plus, old bodies would register as objects—no skills.
Seeing my disgust, Brina gave an example.
“Say Han Se-ah, that powerful female, is dying right in front of you. No way to save her, but turning her into your onahole preserves her ego. What then?”
Unsettling hypothetical, but plausible. Hunters faced death anytime—dungeons, Tower, even that death dragon in Pyongyang. My thoughts drifted to Jeonghwa. If I’d fallen into Nuker’s dungeon and she had instead? If I arrived too late, finding her dying from Nuker?
The answer came surprisingly easy.
“...I’d onahole her to save her, at least. Stage 4 lets them live normally.”
“That’s exactly your line, Master.”