The Saintess-to-Be, Seong Hayan (6)

"Hah! Hah!"

Harsh, ragged breaths spilled from her lips.

"Woobin!"

The sight that met his eyes was Seong Hayan, perched on the toilet Kim Woobin had used, completely lost in masturbation. A video of Kim Woobin played on the smartphone in front of her, his voice leaking through her earphones, and she had his handkerchief clenched between her teeth as she worked his ballpoint pen against her pussy — squish, squish, squish — sinking deeper and deeper into her self-pleasure.

"Haaah!"

She hit a small climax midway through.

"Haaaaah!"

A huge moan tore out of her throat, and then — gush, gush — she came properly, completely.

Damn. She's actually filthy.

Five-foot-two, shorter than average, with a slim little frame. A baby face that looked the picture of innocence. And an F-cup chest that didn't belong on any of it. Seong Hayan was the textbook baby-faced bombshell — that small stature, paired with those unfair curves, only made her more of a knockout.

And the sight of that same Seong Hayan getting herself off until she came?

That's insanely hot.

The lust and desire he'd been holding back all this time finally broke loose. He wanted to rush in right now, grab those full ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠breasts, and bury his cock in Seong Hayan's sopping-wet virgin pussy.

That impotent loser Kim Woobin never even got to see this filthy side of her.

He'd just blushed when he heard Seong Hayan moaning his name while she touched herself.

But.

I'm different.

He'd already seen it in vivid, living color, and he had no intention of being satisfied with just watching. Still, he held back for now. He wanted to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠take Seong ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Hayan's virgin pussy right then and there — but he waited. He could do it whenever he wanted. All he needed was to wait just a little longer, to make it perfect.

"Haaaaah."

A sigh heavy with emptiness spilled from Seong Hayan.

"What the hell am I doing."

Her voice was thick with self-loathing.

"I'm not some pervert."

Time to make my entrance.

Time to start cooking.

"From where I'm standing, you look like a pervert to me."

The moment Jung Hoyoung spoke, Seong Hayan's entire body started ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠shaking like a leaf in a storm. She seemed to have gone into a full panic at the sudden intrusion. Watching her like that, Jung Hoyoung brought up Kim Woobin.

"I had no idea you were this much of a freak, Hayan. Stealing Woobin's stuff wasn't enough — you had to masturbate with it too. If Woobin finds out, he'll cut you off as a friend on the spot. That's a guarantee."

"No! Don't!"

The reaction came instantly, just as expected.

"Oh? And why shouldn't I?"

Jung Hoyoung asked in a sly, teasing voice.

"Don't. Please don't. Please, I'm begging you. Don't tell Woobin. Ever."

Seong Hayan pleaded with desperate eyes.

"Don't feel like it. A kleptomaniac who steals Woobin's things, a voyeur who films him in secret, and a pervert who masturbates to the stolen goods and the hidden footage — I'm going to make sure someone like that never gets near Woobin again."

Jung Hoyoung said every word Seong Hayan feared most.

"Hic... hic..."

Tears streamed down Seong Hayan's face as she sobbed.

"Please. Keep this a secret. I'll do anything. I'll do whatever you tell me. So please... please don't tell Woobin about this."

The words Jung Hoyoung had been waiting for finally left her mouth.

"You'll do whatever I tell you? Anything? Is that for real?"

"Huh? Yes! I mean it! I'll do anything! So please just don't tell Woobin!"

The deathly expression on Seong Hayan's face lit up in an instant.

"I'd love to. But that's a problem."

Then, at Jung Hoyoung's next words, the color drained from her face.

"I'm Woobin's friend. I can't just let a pervert who steals and secretly films people hang around my friend. This is a serious crime. A sex crime, even."

"I can't stand the thought of a freak like you being near someone as pure as Woobin. I'm telling him everything. And I'm reporting you to the police."

"Please, please don't do that."

Thud.

Seong Hayan dropped to her knees on the bathroom floor, clasping her hands together and begging desperately.

"I'm begging you. Please."

"No."

"M-money! I'll give you money! I have money! I'll give you fifty... fifty million won!"

"Ha. Trying to buy me off? I didn't know you were that kind of materialistic bitch, Seong Hayan."

"I-is the amount not enough? Then I'll take out a loan! I'm a healer, so I can easily get a loan of up to three hundred million! I'll give you all of it! So please just don't tell Woobin!"

"You really have no bottom, do you. Trying to buy a person with money. What do you think pure little Woobin would feel if he found out about this?"

"I-I'll give you everything I earn as a hunter from now on too! I'm a genuinely talented healer! Once I graduate college, I can make at least tens of millions of won a month no matter what! I'll give you all of it!"

"A perverted bitch who steals, secretly films people, and gets off with the loot — of course all you understand is money. How cheap. If Woobin saw you like this, he'd despise you. He'd be disgusted. You said you were old friends, right? He'd feel completely betrayed. He wouldn't want to see your face again — hell, he wouldn't even want to hear your voice for the rest of his life."

"Hnnngh...!"

Seong Hayan sobbed. Then she suddenly shot to her feet and hurriedly pulled on her panties, straightening her clothes. After that, she deleted the video of Kim Woobin from her smartphone.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Jung Hoyoung asked, but Seong Hayan ignored him.

Click.

She opened the bathroom door.

"Ah. Don't tell me you're planning to run and then play dumb?"

"Woobin is my friend of many years. You think he'll believe someone he's known for a week? No! No way! Woobin will believe me, no question!"

A bright smile bloomed across the face that had been streaming with tears of despair just moments ago.

"I've been annoyed by how close you've gotten with Woobin anyway. I left it alone because I thought it might be good for him to have a guy friend. Not anymore."

"Ha!"

Jung Hoyoung let out a hollow laugh, looking genuinely incredulous. But Seong Hayan, now fully off the rails, didn't stop.

"Stay away from Woobin from now on. And don't go spreading any stupid lies."

"And if I talk?"

"Yeah? Then I guess I'll have to start screaming."

"What?"

"When people come running, I'll tell them you tried to rape me in the men's bathroom."

"You're going to frame me as a rapist? Do you actually think that'll work?"

"Why wouldn't it? These tears running down my face are the evidence!"

At Seong Hayan's brazen declaration that she'd falsely accuse him of sexual assault, Jung Hoyoung was genuinely stunned.

This is the kind of character she was?

Seong Hayan had been the devoted heroine of the original protagonist, Kim Woobin. A woman who staked everything on love. If Kim Woobin wanted something, she would make it happen, no matter what. If it was for Kim Woobin, she could do anything with a smile on her face. When Kim Woobin took a liking to the other heroines and she decided their presence would benefit him — even though she hated it more than dying — she smiled and gave her blessing to a harem with the other girls.

"Ahhh."

Thinking about it, that was exactly right.

Seong Hayan is a woman who puts the Kim Woobin she loves above everything else.

If someone seemed like they might harm Kim Woobin...

She'd eliminate them by any means necessary.

Even if it meant becoming a murderer and rotting in prison for the rest of her life.

"Just quietly stay away from Woobin. And keep this whole thing a secret. Do that, and I'll let it slide."

"You're something else. Does Woobin know you're this evil and shameless?"

"He doesn't. And he never will."

"That so? I have a feeling he's going to find out."

"Ha! So you really want to take this all the way? Fine. I'll turn you into a sex offender and get you expelled. Then I'll make sure you rot in a prison cell eating slop. And don't think that's the end of it. No matter what party you join, no matter what guild you enter — I'll spread the word that you're a sex criminal far and wide, and make sure you can never set foot in the hunter industry again."

Just as Seong Hayan, wearing a confident smile, was about to scream and call for other people —

From the smartphone in Jung Hoyoung's hand, the image and voice of Seong Hayan masturbating began to play. For a moment, Seong Hayan's mind went completely blank.

She could see herself after she'd finished. And that wasn't the end of it.

Every word she had spoken, every thing she had done just moments ago, was pouring out of the smartphone in perfect, damning detail.

At Jung Hoyoung's words, Seong Hayan's legs began to tremble —

Thud.

— and she collapsed weakly onto the bathroom floor.