Sex Slave Yu Seoyeon (5)
"Huff! Huff! Huff!"
Jung Hoyoung drove himself through his training, ragged breaths tearing from his lungs.
I never thought he'd use the Personal Training Ground on the very first day.
Yu Seoyeon watched the man working himself so furiously right in front of her, her eyes wide with astonishment. I was told he'd never done anything like this in his life.
The last time she had seen Jung Hoyoung in person was six years ago. This morning had been their first meeting since that day. Even so, the secretariat had drilled her thoroughly. What kind of man he was. What he liked and what he hated. How he had lived every day of his life until now. She had absorbed every last detail and locked it all away in her head. That was precisely why the Jung Hoyoung currently absorbed in training felt so alien to her.
Why? Because Jung Hoyoung had never once trained as a hunter. Not a single time. This was nothing like what Yu Seoyeon had expected.
I was sure he'd tell me to follow him straight to the bedroom.
And she had been certain he would take her virgin pussy the moment they got there. The very first order that had come down before they even met was to suck his cock the instant she started work at eight in the morning — and she had spent the entire day doing exactly that. In the car. In the lecture hall. Jung Hoyoung's cock, over and over.
Sixteen loads.
That was how many times Yu Seoyeon had swallowed his semen between morning and afternoon. The smell of it never left her mouth, and even though she hadn't eaten lunch, her stomach sloshed with cum. Having experienced that monstrous appetite firsthand, she had naturally assumed a mouth and a throat would never be enough — that somewhere in the middle of the day he would simply take her. She had pictured her virgin pussy being pierced on the university stairs, in a public restroom, up on the rooftop. Surprisingly, nothing happened. She thought maybe he would do it in the car on the way back. Nothing happened in the car either. Even after they arrived at the mansion she told herself, Now. Now he'll take me. Instead Jung Hoyoung walked into the training room rather than the bedroom and threw himself into his workout without a word. For Yu Seoyeon — who had been wound tight with a strange, breathless tension, never knowing when he would finally devour her — it was bewildering.
Meanwhile, the man absorbed in that training felt like he was dying.
Fuck. I did this little and I already feel like I'm going to drop dead.
He hadn't even touched the mana circulation training exclusive to mages. All he had run through was the common regimen for raising Strength, Agility, and Constitution — and it still felt like death. A body that had never done a proper workout in its entire life, let alone real hunter training, was screaming violent rejection, insisting it was finished. The original Jung Hoyoung would have quit right here. But this was no longer that man.
"Nngh—!"
Even with pain like his muscles were about to tear apart, he kept going. In an ordinary hunter facility his body would never have held out. This place was different. Every piece of equipment in Jung Hoyoung's personal hunter training ground was embedded with magic stones. The mana sealed inside those stones seeped into a training hunter's body and pushed every effect to its limit — replenishing stamina the moment it flagged, knitting muscle back together the instant it hit its ceiling, refilling mana the second it ran dry.
And the reason it could do all of that?
Throwing money around. That's all it is.
Magic stones were expensive. Once the mana inside one was spent, it became an ordinary rock, and you had to swap it for a fresh one. In other words, the moment Jung Hoyoung used his personal hunter training ground, money started pouring out in real time. Fifteen to twenty thousand dollars an hour would evaporate without leaving a trace.
No need to worry about money.
Not with that hopeless son-fool Chairman Jung Junggoo standing behind him. Chairman Jung Junggoo was the richest man in South Korea. Even on the world stage he ranked among the top ten wealthiest people alive. Jung Hoyoung was that billionaire's only son and his one and only heir. So the fortune this training burned through?
Pocket change. Nothing more.
The real problem was something else.
Fuck. I have no idea how to use mana.
In the world he had originally lived in, mana did not exist. The Jung Hoyoung he had merged with had gone his entire life without knowing what it was either. The only reason that man had become a D-class hunter and walked into Korea University's Hunter Department as the second-ranked admittee was gear. Pure, shameless gear.
He was dripping with ultra-expensive items that automatically fired skills the second you said the trigger word.
Honestly, it was a pearl necklace on a pig. No matter how costly those auto-cast items were, unless you were carrying a magic stone you still had to fire them with your own mana. Item use had been permitted in the Hunter Department interview. Magic stones had not. It was only because the items themselves were so absurdly good that Jung Hoyoung — whose mana stat was a miserable thirty-five — had managed to take second place at all.
The rule allowing items in the interview exists because of me, too.
It had originally been forbidden. His father, Chairman Jung Junggoo, had applied pressure and poured money into lobbying until the school changed it. In the novel, the villain Jung Hoyoung raged about coming in second. He went further than that — he resented his own father, insisting that if he had only been allowed to use magic stones he would have taken first.
This from a guy who already claimed he could take first if he could just use items.
Resenting Chairman Jung Junggoo for not doing something he had never even asked for? There were lunatics in the world, and then there was this complete psycho. If he had actually requested it, his father would almost certainly have lobbied the school into allowing magic stones too. In the end, second place was his own damn fault. Getting second in the first place had been cheating anyway.
The combat power of the novel's villain Jung Hoyoung, even with every magic stone and every item thrown at the problem, topped out at B-class. That was the ceiling of a gear-carry. Given enough time, he would not even be able to stand on the same field as the protagonist or the heroines. He would get utterly destroyed — and after that, he would start leaning on Chairman Jung Junggoo's power in earnest. It was a cliché, a plot device to keep the novel moving. The current Jung Hoyoung had no particular desire to make an enemy of the protagonist.
But.
I want to get stronger.
That was not Jung Hoyoung's desire. It was the desire of the one who had merged with him. The longing to become the protagonist of the novel he had always admired. The hunger to seize the power of a superhuman with his own hands. He was the villain, not the hero — but he had finally been handed the chance to take what he had always wanted.
Giving that up would make me a complete idiot.
He had no intention of becoming a pathetic piece of shit who could not even swallow what was placed in his mouth. Fuck. I might not have the brains for studying or a scrap of athletic talent — but when it came to effort, he had always believed he would not lose to anyone. He honed the blade of his will and threw himself into the training like a madman.
Then the messages came, one after another.
⚡ Strength has increased by 1
💨 Agility has increased by 1
🛡 Constitution has increased by 1
Is it because my stats are so low? Growth is pretty fast.
The training ground's habit of burning through expensive magic stones like tap water was part of it, and the mountain of elixirs he had been stuffing himself with over the years would be doing their share as well. The problem was still the same.
Mana.
He was going to have to train that too.
"Hah! Hah! Hah!"
He finished the regimen that had been punishing his body and closed his fist around an item. Then he spoke the trigger word.
"Lightning Bolt, activate."
Lightning Bolt
A sphere of crackling lightning bloomed in the air. I thought I might feel something. He felt nothing. The item had clearly burned his mana to create that orb, and yet there was not the faintest sensation of anything leaving his body.
Again.
He fired the item's skill without rest — once, twice, three times, four. He had not even used it that many times before his pitiful scrap of mana ran dry.
"Kkugh—!"
A pain like someone wringing out his heart seized him. In that same instant, the mana stored in the stones that powered the training ground rushed in to fill what had been emptied.
I can feel it.
A strange, unfamiliar sensation. Something invisible he had never once been aware of in his life. He could feel it now. That had to be mana.
Good. Again.
He cycled through other items and fired every skill he had. There was no reason to worry about running dry. The training ground's magic stones kept pouring mana back into him without end, an infinite well.
I'm starting to get a feel for it.
He had finally grasped the existence of the thing called mana inside his own body. Well. I still have absolutely no idea how to actually use it. He could sense it was there and nothing more. The method itself remained a complete blank. I'll just keep going. Simply feeling mana's existence was already a massive step forward. When the training ground's stones ran empty, the staff who managed the mansion would swap them for fresh ones on their own.
Should I switch to a completely different class?
Changing a class that had already been set was difficult, but it was not impossible. The thought crossed his mind for a moment. Then he killed it.
No.
Neither his original self nor the villain Jung Hoyoung had ever possessed the slightest talent for physical work. And there was this: Mana is still my highest stat. It was elixir-inflated, yes — but given how many of those things he had swallowed over the years just to stay healthy, Strength, Agility, Constitution, and Mana should all have risen more or less evenly even without any training at all. The fact that mana had climbed the highest anyway meant something simple. In this body, the stat with the fastest growth and the most raw talent was mana. Which meant mage was the right call.
The money-burning efficiency is the best, too.
Mages needed a fortune to grow. Raising the mana stat. Forging new skills. No other profession demanded that you pour expensive magical materials, artifacts, and magic stones down the drain the way a mage did. Pick any other class and no amount of money would ever match a mage's return on investment. And the deciding factor — it's one of the classes I've always wanted.
It was not as though he had no romance for the close-combat types. Warrior, assassin, tank. But those were still jobs you did with your body. A mage was something else. A mage created something from nothing. Flame. Lightning. Frost. A superhuman who bent supernatural force to his will. He had always wanted to become one, just once.
Getting stronger is something I'm doing to fulfill my own desires anyway.
So the answer was obvious. The class that matched his aptitude, burned money most efficiently, and was the thing he had always wanted to be. Mage.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
He pushed the physical training and the mana training until his mind itself was scraped hollow. That's enough for today. He thought it, and turned his head — and his eyes met Yu Seoyeon's. She was watching him with that same expressionless face.
Throb.
His cock, which had been quiet the entire session, surged to a hard, vigorous erection. At the same instant, the lust that had been sleeping through the workout came roaring back like a thing gone mad. His feet carried him toward her before he even realized he was moving. He closed one hand over her full, heavy breast and squeezed. His fingers sank into the soft give of her flesh, and he tightened his grip, crushing her as if he meant to wring her dry.
"Nngh—!"
Yu Seoyeon's blank face twisted in pain. A deep, vicious satisfaction rolled through him.
Then his eyes caught on the snow-white dress shirt stretched over those generous breasts.
"That's in the way."
He wanted the obstacle gone. So he tore it off her. Under his rough hands the buttons of the shirt covering Yu Seoyeon's chest popped free and scattered across the floor, and her snow-white breasts — still wrapped in her bra — filled Jung Hoyoung's vision.