The Last Woman-Fucker
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Whoosh.
Another satisfying day of business.
I stepped out of the motel, breathing in the fresh air.
Feeling damn proud, I pulled up my status window.
Compared to a month ago, all my stats had jumped by over 10 points.
This was the fruit of my labor.
The reward for hard work!
And don't get me started on my bank balance.
After grinding low-margin deals with all those C-class and below hunters,
I'd stacked up enough cash to start thinking about buying a place.
Yeah, not renting—straight-up buying.
Keep this momentum going.
Smooth sailing.
Too damn smooth.
My life was finally turning around.
“Kuhahaha!!”
“Mr. Yu Dubong?”
“Kuha... Huh? Who're you?”
I cut off my laugh and turned around.
Suspicious guys standing right in front of me.
Two big dudes in black suits.
Like agents straight out of a movie.
“We need you to come with us for a bit.”
“...Huh?”
Squeeze—.
Suddenly, they locked arms with me.
And the grip strength? No joke.
These guys.
Definitely hunters.
Even as a half-assed C-class hunter with stats a bit better than a normie,
a real civilian wouldn't be this immobilized.
They were like rocks—zero give.
“H-Hey! Wait, what the—let go!”
“Keep it quiet.”
“Mmph!”
They half-forced me into the back seat of a black luxury sedan.
Honestly, I was fucking scared.
But they didn't rough me up beyond shoving me in.
Just sandwiched me between the two hulks.
I snuck a glance and tried talking to the guy next to me.
“Hey, where are we going?”
“You'll see when we get there.”
“No, like, what'd I do wrong?”
“You'll find out when we arrive.”
Fuck.
Parrots or what?
Of course I'll know when we get there!
But I'm asking now 'cause I'm curious right fucking now!
I've never gotten those lines from dramas or movies.
'You'll understand everything later.'
'You'll find out tomorrow anyway—look forward to it.'
What bullshit.
I'm asking 'cause it's bugging me now.
Every time, it felt like choking down a hundred sweet potatoes.
And now here I was, living that bullshit.
I even got why those protagonists played it cool or stayed silent.
Push it more, and shit gets real bad.
The vibe was screaming that.
I clamped my mouth shut.
Where the hell was this car headed?
Out the window, we were still in the city.
At least it didn't look like they were dragging me to some remote mountain for organ harvesting.
Screech—.
The car pulled up not long after.
“We're here. Get out.”
“Uh, yeah...”
Their commanding tone made my shoulders hunch instinctively.
Fuck.
I wasn't this spineless usually.
But then.
Stepping out, I froze at the building in front of me.
Familiar.
Way too familiar.
“Wait... why the Hunter Association?”
Yeah.
The Korean Hunter Association.
The heart of it all: Seoul Hunter Association Headquarters.
“The president wants to see you.”
“Me? For real?”
“Yes.”
What the?
I was stunned.
Why call a dime-a-dozen C-class like me?
The guys led me to the upper floors.
We took a private elevator up.
Passed a hallway with plush carpets, right to the president's office.
“Go on in.”
“Seriously?”
Nod.
Fucking prick.
Just a cocky chin flick.
I was just double-checking.
Too lazy to even answer?
But survival instinct kicked in— I politely knocked.
I'll remember this...
Knock knock—.
“Come in.”
A low, resonant voice from inside.
I swallowed hard and entered.
Spacious office.
A middle-aged man seated there.
Hunter Association President, Park Chuno.
The face I'd only seen on the news.
Honestly, the name cracked me up every time.
“Have a seat.”
“Uh, yes sir.”
I perched awkwardly on the sofa's edge.
Cold sweat pouring.
“No need to be so tense.”
“Ah, right...”
Fuck, then don't set the mood like this.
Staring me down without a word—who wouldn't tense up?
“So, uh, what'd you call me here for...?”
“......”
Screech—.
The president pushed back his chair and stood.
Slowly walked toward me.
“Hunter Yu Dubong.”
“Y-Yes sir...?”
“Peerless Hunter. Pussy Destroyer.”
“Gahk...!”
F-Fuck...!
Busted!
They caught me whoring out?
What now? Death penalty? Hunter rehab camp?
Something about hunter dignity violations, right?
My mind went blank.
Shaking, ready to drop to my knees.
But the president's face was dead serious.
“Is it true?”
“N-No... I mean, uh...”
“I'm asking if it's true.”
“...Yes. It's true... sob...”
Fuck.
I'm screwed.
He heard my confession, then went back to his desk.
Flipped through a file folder.
“C-class buffer. Skill: Sacred Communion... Recently reawakened as an S-class skill.”
“Yes...”
“But physical stats too low—failed re-exam.”
“Sob... yes...”
Fuck...
Just get to the point already?
Scary as hell, but this dragging it out was driving me insane.
Why recite my specs before dropping the hammer?
I waited tensely for the verdict.
Knock knock—.
A knock at the door.
“Come in.”
The door opened; his secretary entered.
Sleek two-piece suit, killer figure—hot secretary.
“President, it's ready.”
“......”
She set down some papers, glanced at me.
“This is Hunter Yu Dubong?”
“Uh, yeah, that's me...”
Glare—.
Now the secretary's glaring.
Fuck, am I a punching bag?
What the hell was all this?
Suit goons kidnap me.
Drag me to the prez, who gives me the cold shoulder.
Now a smoking suit babe's side-eyeing me.
“Sigh... Hunter Yu Dubong.”
“Yes, President.”
“I'll be direct.”
“......”
He stepped to the front of the desk.
And then.
“Help us.”
Bow—.
Sudden 90-degree waist bow from the president.
...Huh?
Brain not computing.
What situation was this?
“Korean hunter society faces its greatest crisis.”
“The gate-fuckers, right?”
“...Yes. Male hunters lost to the gates... so-called gate-fuckers.”
Lost to gates, huh.
Real classy phrasing.
Just dick-swinging retards.
“Hunters absorb mana to boost physicals and gain powers. But...”
“Side effects too. Like insane sex drive.”
“Correct. Male hunters are an issue, but females are worse. Seen news of female hunters raping civilians?”
“Duh. It's a daily social crisis now.”
He nodded once.
Cue the secretary handing me a tablet.
A video played.
BOOM—!
CRASH—!
A female hunter in the video, tears streaming, unleashing her power wildly.
But it looked out of her control.
Debris flying everywhere—even hurting her.
She sobbed it out.
And with that pitiful plea as the last words—
KABOOM—!
The whole building collapsed.
“......”
“......”
What?
Why show me this horrific shit?
One fact clear, though.
“Mana rampage?”
“...Yes.”
“How the hell...?”
Nah.
I could guess.
Male hunters who only see gates as sex objects now.
Female hunters forcibly sidelined.
Massive pent-up lust with no outlet.
Answer was obvious.
“Sex drive, huh?”
“Exactly. This case is extreme, but the root is sexual frustration.”
“Extreme how?”
What made it special?
Some insane fetish that bad?
“Her manifested fetish: 'Being held tight during sex with a man.'”
“Huh? Doesn't sound that weird...”
“The Association classifies manifested fetishes into two types.”
“All those fetishes down to just two?”
“One criterion: Does it require a man to fulfill? Or not.”
“Ah...!”
“Most don't need men. Like 'want to be hit hard'—another woman can do it. Or SM, femdom...”
“Girl-on-girl works.”
“Precisely.”
Got it...
Thinking back, most hunters I'd fucked fit that.
Ones needing a man? Rare.
Usually, tribbing or an enchanter-buffed dildo did the trick.
Park Ara's 'sniffing dick smell' was one that needed a guy.
Chae Suhyun-noona's doppelganger sex? Stretch it, have a girl strap on and pound the clones doggy-style.
Might work, maybe not.
“Sex while being embraced by a man... yeah, needs a dude.”
“......”
“Gahk. So all women with man-required fetishes are ticking bombs?”
“...Civilian rapes are small potatoes.”
Whoa, fuck.
This was seriously fucked.
I thought it was just horny women going nuts.
If this keeps up, mana rampages blowing up cities everywhere?
“But luckily, she was A-class. Our investigations show no such rampages below B-class yet.”
“They still rape civilians.”
“...Probably lack the mana volume for explosions...”
This old man's slick with deflections.
I get it, though.
Civilian rape's horrific, but city-center blasts kill way more.
One thing bugged me.
“But why me?”
“Hunter Yu Dubong. You're the only one.”
“Huh?”
“The only hunter who can see women as sex objects...”
“...?”
“...is you.”
“Fuck?”
Holy shit.
So every other male hunter turned full gate-fucker?
“Precisely you and one gay hunter. Just two untouched by gates.”
“Fucking hell.”
“Pardon?”
“N-Nothing.”
Snapped and cursed.
Why's that gay dude not helping?
Oh, right. Gay.
Can't fix female hunters' lust.
Useless fuck.
Anyway.
That means...
......
Guess I'm.
The last woman-fucker left in Korea.