Suck
Yu Seoyeon was nothing if not competent. Despite what she had just been put through, she had her face and hair immaculately restored in a matter of seconds — and that still was not enough for her. She finished getting Jung Hoyoung ready to leave as well. Her expression had already settled back into a perfect blank. They had been forced to rush through breakfast, though, short on time as they were.
That's on me.
"Shall we be going?"
Jung Hoyoung nodded at Yu Seoyeon's words and followed her out.
It's ridiculously huge.
Now twenty years old, Jung Hoyoung was living on his own near the Hunter Department. Well — "on his own."
Can you even call this living on your own?
A lawn wide enough to pass for an athletic field, and a mansion with two basement levels and five floors above ground — that was Jung Hoyoung's idea of a studio apartment.
And he was not even living alone. Besides his secretary Yu Seoyeon, there was a personal chauffeur, a housekeeper, a hunter bodyguard, and a healer. Oh — and a gardener, too.
This was not living on your own. This was independence. The whole point of having your own place was that you cooked your own meals and took care of yourself.
Not like I'll ever be cooking my own meals.
Why would you, when you had a housekeeper?
"Please get in."
The chauffeur bowed politely and opened the car door.
A Rolls-Royce. I've really come up in the world.
He did not know the exact model, but a Rolls-Royce was the kind of car his original self — an ordinary guy — would never have ridden in even once before he died. Now that he was Jung Hoyoung, he got the full treatment: a chauffeur opening the door for him as he climbed in.
"We'll be on our way."
Jung Hoyoung nodded, and the car pulled out.
A partition whispered up between the front and rear seats, sealing them off completely.
Doesn't that block the rearview mirror?
The thought crossed his mind for a second.
Eh. He'll figure it out.
These days they had rearview cameras that fed straight into the mirror anyway.
Alright. Let's get my thoughts in order first.
He had all of Jung Hoyoung's memories. There was no need to stumble around like some clueless transmigrator from a possession novel.
Well — we merged, so of course I have the memories.
His appearance was the same, too. Younger, yes, and his features had shifted just enough to make him better-looking — but it did not feel like he had been stuffed into someone else's body. More like his own body had been slightly upgraded.
Nothing wrong with that.
His skin had gone smooth and pale, and he had gotten taller. And most importantly — his cock had gotten bigger too.
So.
If anything, I'm better off.
There was no sense of dissonance at all. It did not feel like he had merged with some complete stranger. More like he had become one with a version of himself from a parallel world.
And right now, I'm headed to university.
Jung Hoyoung was a twenty-year-old freshman in the Hunter Department. Not just any department — Korea University's Hunter Department, the most prestigious in the country. And today was his first day.
This talentless body got into Korea University's Hunter Department.
And as the second-highest scorer, no less.
All thanks to elixirs and item boosting.
And even then, he was still just a D-class hunter.
First things first — let's check my info. Status window.
The moment he called for it in his mind, an extremely bare-bones status window flickered into existence.
Fuck. How little did this guy train for his status window to look like this?
He was a mage, and he did not have a single skill. His mana stat had barely scraped past thirty thanks to elixirs. Everything else was sitting in the tens — the same range as an F-class hunter.
He really just barely clawed his way into D-class.
In a real fight, he would probably lose to a competent E-class hunter.
If he got unlucky, he might even lose to an F-class.
It was exactly the kind of status window you would expect from Jung Hoyoung — the talentless, lazy piece-of-shit villain. He turned his head and looked at Yu Seoyeon.
She's insanely strong, I bet.
Yu Seoyeon was an A-class hunter with a mountain of real combat experience.
And on top of that.
Yu Seoyeon graduated from Korea University's Hunter Department too.
Coming out of that program meant your talent was overflowing.
She's probably a cut above even among A-class hunters.
And privately, she was also Jung Hoyoung's university senior.
What a twisted fate.
Jung Hoyoung looked at Yu Seoyeon with something like pity. She was an A-class hunter and Jung Hoyoung's right hand. Which meant she had clashed with the protagonist and the heroines more times than he could count.
She took every kind of insult and humiliation.
All because she had followed Jung Hoyoung's orders and pulled every cheap, filthy stunt imaginable on the protagonist and the heroines. And even so...
That protagonist bastard still tried to protect her.
In the novel, Yu Seoyeon had remained Jung Hoyoung's loyal subordinate to the bitter end. But that was only because the novel had been discontinued.
What if it hadn't been cancelled? What if the serialization had continued?
Yu Seoyeon probably would have ended up as one of Kim Woobin's harem members.
Jung Hoyoung would have lost her, and the story would have sent him spiraling even further off the deep end.
Or else...
She might have just died alongside him.
The author of The Hunter Kim Woobin's Harem Chronicles had been an extreme virgin-obsessed freak. So of course...
Every last heroine was a virgin.
That went for the ones who were slated to become heroines, too.
Fuck. And what good did that do? The protagonist was such a eunuch he never even touched them.
Just thinking about it again made his blood boil.
Given the twisted personality and sex drive Jung Hoyoung showed throughout the novel, there was no way his secretary Yu Seoyeon would have still been a virgin.
If he had not possessed this body, Yu Seoyeon might have lost her virginity this morning.
In which case, the odds of her making it into the harem would've been pretty low.
And even if she had, she would not have been a main heroine. She would have been a side piece — a concubine, not a wife.
Still... she really is beautiful.
Yu Seoyeon was stunning. Snow-white skin, dark eyes, fiery red hair — and her body was something else. At five-foot-nine she was tall for a woman, with what looked like D-cup breasts, a slender waist, an enticing pair of hips, a firm ass, and toned thighs.
There was a reason the conglomerate heir and villain Jung Hoyoung fell for her at first sight.
Jung Hoyoung could have any woman he wanted. With his family's wealth and power, he could have been sleeping with the hottest girl-group idols, top-tier singers, A-list actresses — anyone. And yet this was the woman who had made him lose his mind so completely that he had threatened his own father — Chairman Jung Junggoo, a man he was normally terrified of — that he would rather die than give her up. Of course she was beautiful.
Shit.
The moment his eyes landed on Yu Seoyeon's full breasts and toned thighs, Jung Hoyoung's cock stiffened as if it had a mind of its own, tenting his pants without a shred of shame.
"Do you have an order for me?"
Yu Seoyeon spoke up. He had been staring at her so openly for so long that she had to ask.
"Ah—"
He had been about to tell her it was nothing, that she did not need to worry about it — but in that instant, a fierce wave of dominance surged up alongside a raw, violent lust.
The word left his mouth before he even realized he had said it.
"What do you—"
Yu Seoyeon had started to look confused — then she saw the massive bulge straining against Jung Hoyoung's pants.
"Understood."
She unbuckled his belt with a quiet click, drew his zipper down, and freed Jung Hoyoung's cock from his underwear. And then she took it into her mouth and sucked.
No — "sucked" was not the right word. She was driving her own head down, forcing Jung Hoyoung's cock deep into her throat. She coughed, choking, her airway blocked. She gagged. But she never stopped. She kept pumping her head, ramming him down her own throat without rest.
"Haaaah..."
Feeling that thick cock squeeze into her warm, tight throat, Jung Hoyoung stroked Yu Seoyeon's hair. Then his hand slid down her back — and as naturally as breathing, he bent his wrist and grabbed a handful of her breast. It was too big to fit in one hand. Even through the white dress shirt and the bra underneath, the feel of it was unmistakable.
"Soft."
Yu Seoyeon's breasts were incredibly soft.
"And firm, too."
They had plenty of spring to them as well. Jung Hoyoung tightened his grip, kneading her breast like he meant to wring it, and a pained moan spilled from Yu Seoyeon's mouth around his cock as she kept working her head.
"You're slowing down. Want me to grab your head and do it myself?"
At his words, Yu Seoyeon's pace picked up. She choked and gagged around him, wet and desperate, and Jung Hoyoung groped and squeezed her breast, letting out a satisfied sigh.
"Deeper."
The instant the words left his mouth, Yu Seoyeon drove his cock all the way down her throat. She made a strangled, drowning sound, coughing hard around the length of him.
"That's good."
As he said it, Jung Hoyoung crushed her breast in his grip. Yu Seoyeon swallowed the pain in her chest and kept moving her head.
"I'm coming."
He used his free hand to shove Yu Seoyeon's head down. His cock buried itself to the hilt in her throat. Her lips and nose were crushed against his lower stomach, and the cum erupting from him hammered against the back of her throat in thick, pulsing waves.
"That was a good one."
Jung Hoyoung smiled and lifted his hand from her head. Yu Seoyeon licked his cock clean with her lips and tongue as she carefully pulled off — then immediately started coughing and gagging. This time she had one hand clamped over her mouth, so the cum she retched up did not splatter on him.
"Move your hand. Open your mouth."
At his order, Yu Seoyeon dropped her hand and opened her mouth.
"Aaaah."
A milky film of cum was visible inside. Not much of it. Most of it had gone straight down her throat into her stomach.
"Chew."
At his command, Yu Seoyeon worked her mouth, chewing what was left with wet, obscene little sounds.
"Open up."
"Aaaah."
Her tongue and the roof of her mouth were coated in milky white.
"Close it and swallow."
"Nngh... *gulp*. *gulp*."
"Open again."
"Aaaah."
"Clean. Now lick up whatever got on your hand."
Yu Seoyeon licked the cum off her own hand — a few slow, thorough strokes of her tongue, then a swallow. There was not much of it, so it did not take long.
"I'll clean you up."
Yu Seoyeon pulled out a wet wipe, cleaned Jung Hoyoung's cock thoroughly, and tucked it back into his underwear. Then she zipped his pants and fastened his belt.