The Sex Hunter
"You are C-class."
"Excuse me?"
Unbelievable words drifted from the clerk at the reception desk.
What did she just say?
C-class?
Me?
"Wait, excuse me. Please check again."
"I have checked. You are indeed a C-class hunter, Mr. Yoo Doobong."
The clerk's reply was firm.
Overwhelmed by a sense of injustice, I pressed my face flat against the glass window.
"No, that makes no sense! Didn't you see my skill window?"
"I saw it. Your Holy Communion skill has awakened to S-class."
"Right? It's S-class! And a new option manifested too!"
I was getting worked up as I spoke.
My voice raised without me realizing it.
"A self-buff! I get the buff too now! Dark attribute immunity! Isn't that completely broken?"
The clerk let out a soft sigh at my outburst.
Then, she began to explain, enunciating every word.
"Mr. Yoo Doobong. Under Association regulations, there are conditions to be recognized as a self-buff."
"What conditions?"
"The caster and the target must receive the 'exact same buff.'"
"Huh?"
"Your skill grants the target a 250% increase in physical capabilities. However, it only grants you dark attribute immunity."
"Wait, isn't immunity even better? It deflected all the vampire's magic!"
"It is not a matter of which is better. Those are the regulations."
The clerk was unyielding.
Her expression made it clear that even if I smashed my head against the desk, the outcome wouldn't change.
"Since they are not the same buff, it cannot be recognized as a self-buff."
"Ah, fuck..."
A curse slipped out of my mouth automatically.
But I couldn't give up just yet.
"Fine. Let's set the self-buff aside. What about the 250% buff capability? It's an S-class skill, so why am I still C-class?"
"It is the same story for that as well."
The clerk tapped on her monitor, pulling up my physical examination sheet.
"We acknowledge that your skill has awakened to S-class. In terms of buffing power alone, you wouldn't be out of place in an S-class party."
"Right? So my rank should be..."
"However, your own physical capabilities are far too low."
"...Excuse me?"
"Strength, stamina, agility. All your basic stats are barely better than an ordinary human's. They are closer to F-class."
The clerk hit me right where it hurt with the cold, hard facts.
"No matter how outstanding your buffing power is, if your body cannot withstand the environment of high-rank gates, you will only be a burden. You would probably faint just from a monster's bloodlust."
"Ah..."
"As a result of the comprehensive evaluation, your rank will remain C-class."
I had nothing to say.
I couldn't refute it.
The memory of my legs giving out under the Vampire Count's bloodlust yesterday flashed through my mind.
Along with the image of myself running with my pants down while being chased by a swarm of bats.
"...So am I stuck at C-class for the rest of my life?"
At my whimpering voice, the clerk offered a faint smile.
"No. If your physical capabilities improve even a little, a promotion to B-class should be well within reach. Your skill itself is just that exceptional."
"My physical capabilities..."
"Yes. You will need to do some grinding."
"...I understand."
"Have a good day."
With the clerk's farewell, the consultation concluded.
I trudged out of the Association building.
"Sigh... Fuck."
I slumped down on the steps in front of the Association.
Whew.
I felt completely drained.
I had acquired an S-class skill and a badass ability like dark attribute immunity, yet here I was.
I was still just a C-class hunter.
"Improve my physical capabilities..."
The clerk's words rang in my ears.
There were only two ways for a hunter to raise their physical stats.
First.
Repeatedly clearing gates.
When a gate is cleared, a portion of the monsters' mana crystals dissolves into pure mana and settles into the hunter's body.
That mana strengthens the physical vessel.
It was the most standard and common method.
But it had a major drawback.
It took a fucking long time.
It was like saving pennies to buy a mansion; the stats rose at a snail's pace.
Second.
Using stat-boosting items.
These usually dropped inside gates in the form of fruits or elixirs.
Miraculous items that permanently increased your stats just by eating or drinking them.
This was fast and guaranteed.
But it had one glaring downside.
They are fucking expensive.
It was expensive enough to make a man curse out loud.
A low-grade stat fruit that raised a single stat by a measly 1 point.
The price for just one of those was a whopping one billion won.
One billion won!
The average stat difference between a C-class hunter and a B-class hunter was roughly 100 points.
Which meant, fuck.
I would need a hundred billion won to reach B-class.
"A hundred billion my ass. My entire net worth is twenty million won."
The ten million won advance payment I received from Chae Suhyun yesterday.
And the ten million won sex fee.
Combined, that twenty million won was all I had to my name.
Although they said the payout for the mana crystals would come in later.
Even then, it would only be a few tens of millions of won at best.
It was nowhere near a hundred billion.
"I'd rather roll in the dirt like a dog."
In the end, grinding was my only option.
I had no choice but to run gates repeatedly and absorb the mana.
But another problem arose here.
How was I supposed to find a party, and in which dungeons would I grind?
Right now, the low-rank gates of C-class and below...
Had long since been occupied by those crazy gate-sexual bastards.
When you could clear a gate just by sticking your dick in the entrance and thrusting your hips, who in their right mind would raid them normally?
Low-rank gates had completely dried up.
Then what about grinding in high-rank gates of B-class or above?
That was suicide.
With a C-class physical build like mine, I'd become monster food the second I stepped inside.
It was impossible unless I got carried by an S-class hunter.
"Sigh... Fuck, what do I do...?"
I clutched my head in frustration.
There was a limit to how far I could piggyback on raid teams as a buffer anyway.
Because my buff had a fatal flaw to begin with.
My ejaculation time.
My stamina was so absurdly good that it took me over twenty minutes just to cum once.
So I could only buff two people at most.
If a party had five members and only two got buffed?
The efficiency was absolute garbage.
My previous party with Elara was a special case.
Na Yuna, that ungrateful bitch... Her skill was pretty insane, though.
The mage, Na Yuna.
Her unique skill was Neural Link.
A skill that connected special mana lines to copy any buffs applied to her to up to two other party members.
Of course, it had its downsides too...
Like when that idiot did something stupid and got a debuff, copying it to us and almost getting us killed...
Just thinking about it made me want to wake up in the middle of the night and beat her to a pulp.
Fuck.
Anyway.
Thanks to that skill, the weakness of my buff was covered.
I would cum once inside the tank Park Ara's pussy.
And then cum once inside Na Yuna's pussy to share it via Neural Link.
That way, the other two party members would receive the buff through Na Yuna.
It really was the perfect party for me.
"Should I try contacting them again...?"
I pulled my smartphone out of my pocket.
I scrolled through my contact list.
[Elara Party Leader]
[Ping-bo Tank Park Ara]
[Baek-bo Mage Na Yuna]
Seeing those names made my finger freeze.
...
No.
Fuck, no matter how desperate I was for a promotion.
I hadn't thrown away my pride to the point of crawling back to the bitches who discarded me like an old shoe.
I still had nightmares about it.
The day they kicked me out, spitting venomous words at me.
"It's because you ravage our pussies every single time we enter a gate!"
"Fuck, you're too damn tireless! We can't take it anymore!"
"It was shitty meeting you... Yeah, it was literally a giant dick of a time."
The insulting remarks I heard that day.
The verbal abuse that left a massive scar on my pride.
I could never forget it.
That crazy bitch Elara was the loudest, and I barely even got to ravage her.
The more I thought about it, the madder I got.
Her looks were decent, but her personality was absolute trash.
If she spreads her legs wide and begs for forgiveness on her knees, I might consider letting it slide.
Until then, there was absolutely no way I would forgive them.
There was no way I would bow my head first.
I shoved my phone back into my pocket.
Whew...
So, what now?
I didn't have the money to buy stat-boosting items.
I didn't have the ability to hire a high-rank carry.
I didn't have the connections to find a party.
My situation felt incredibly pathetic.
Just yesterday, I had teamed up with an A-class hunter to brilliantly clear a B-class gate.
I had played the hero, deflecting the Vampire Count's magic with my balls.
But in the end, reality was a gutter.
"Sigh, let's just go home and eat instant ramen."
I had enough money to survive for now, but I needed to pinch pennies as much as possible.
Trudge, trudge.
I dragged my heavy feet back home.
I stared blankly at the ceiling.
I looked at the calendar hanging on the wall.
Another month had passed.
During that time, I had only done three things.
Eating.
Shitting.
And jerking off.
The classic eat-shit-jerk-off lifestyle.
Porter jobs had completely dried up.
That damn "one-click ejaculation" meta showed no signs of cooling down.
If anything, it was growing even more rampant.
Because of that, several protests had broken out in front of the Association.
Low-rank hunters and porters who had lost their jobs gathered with picket signs.
But the Association remained silent.
They were still taking a passive stance, merely watching the situation unfold.
Actually, no.
They seemed to welcome the current state of affairs.
The reason was simple.
All the headaches caused by C-class and lower gates had completely vanished.
Gates required periodic management.
If a gate was left un-cleared for too long?
The internal mana would go wild, triggering a Dungeon Break.
A catastrophe where monsters poured out into the real world.
Because of this, the Association used to pay to commission raids on unpopular, avoided gates, or forced low-ranking staff hunters to clear them for pocket change.
Poisonous jungles filled with toxic fumes.
Foul-smelling swamps where your feet sank with every step.
Boiling volcanic zones that melted the sweat off your body.
Freezing snowy mountains that froze your very breath.
Nobody wanted to go to gates with such shitty environments.
But now, things were different.
Even those avoided gates could be cleared with a single click just by pulling down your pants and thrusting your hips at the entrance.
A volcanic gate?
Outside the entrance was perfectly cool.
You just had to stick your dick into the gate rift from the outside and cum.
A swamp gate?
No need to wear boots.
Just ejaculate from the safety of the outside, and it was cleared.
For the Association, they saved money, and the risk of Dungeon Breaks disappeared.
So they had absolutely no reason to stop this phenomenon.
"Fuck... the world is actively trying to screw me over."
That shitty feeling welled up again.
I analyzed my situation once more.
I couldn't go to low-rank gates because of the one-click ejaculation meta.
And applying for high-rank gates is just insane.
For high-rank gates, even the porters had to be at least C-class hunters.
But that only applied to hunters who had actual C-class physical stats.
A paper-thin glass cannon like me, who only got a C-class rating because of my buff, couldn't even dream of it.
Forget running while carrying luggage; I'd probably pass out from a single monster roar.
"I really need to raise my physical stats..."
In the end, I was back to square one.
I had to raise my physical capabilities.
If I had no money and no party...
Was consistent exercise the only thing left?
Hunters did gain physical stats through working out.
After sweating buckets and pushing your muscles to the limit...
The ambient mana in the air would be absorbed into the body during the recovery process.
That was another way to raise stats, albeit at a painfully slow pace.
"Ugh, I fucking hate working out..."
I was naturally lazy.
I had never done any exercise other than breathing.
The gym? Weight training? Running?
Just the thought of it was horrifying.
...
Wait.
Exercise?
"An exercise where you sweat buckets...?"
A bolt of lightning struck my brain.
What was the definition of exercise?
Moving your body.
Sweating.
Consuming stamina.
Getting sore muscles.
Getting out of breath.
That.
Doesn't sex count as all of those?
Let's think about sex.
Intense piston movements.
Sweat drenching your entire body.
Stamina consumption so severe your legs shook afterward.
Soreness in the lower back and pelvic muscles.
Heavy breathing that caught in the back of your throat.
It fits every single criterion!
Holy crap...
My jaw dropped.
How had I not thought of this genius idea until now?!
Sex!
Sex was an excellent form of both aerobic and anaerobic exercise!
On top of that, once I started, I would thrust my hips for over twenty minutes without stopping.
This was a workout volume that put high-intensity interval training to shame.
If I had a shitload of sex...
If I sweated buckets and drained my stamina...
Wouldn't my body absorb mana and raise my physical stats?
No, it definitely would.
"Yes! Sex is the answer!"
All that was left for me now was sex!
But who would I do it with?
You can't have sex alone, you say?
Hahaha.
Just look at how the world was turning right now.
Male hunters were too busy shoving their dicks into gates.
Men who tasted the sensation of a gate had become impotent, unable to even get hard for women.
On the other hand, what about female hunters?
They were going crazy, unable to control the explosive libido caused by mana side effects.
Not a day went by without news of female hunters getting arrested for raping ordinary men.
The demand was exploding, and I was the only supply.
There were as many pussies waiting to be spread as there were stars in the sky!
"Yeah, fuck it. Let's do this."
I was going to become a great hunter.
I would rise past B-class, all the way to A-class and S-class.
And today was the day I took that first glorious step.
No need to go to the gym.
No need to go to dungeons either.
For me, the bed was my training ground.
The Sex Hunter.
I was going to become the Sex Hunter.
An unprecedented hunter who grew stronger by devouring pussy and spraying semen.