Molester (2)
The hand creeping closer didn't just make Hyunwoo shudder—it triggered a deep, physiological revulsion.
It felt just like some stranger shoving a slick, damp finger inside his clothes.
How the hell is this possible? It's the same fingers that touch my body every damn day.
As the roleplay kicked off, Ryu Ga-eul unleashed a foreign mana.
It was a completely different kind from her usual aura. On instinct, his body registered the touch as alien, utterly unlike her normal caresses, and recoiled in disgust.
"You fucking creep... Dressing like that and prancing around, hoping you wouldn't get fucked?"
The voice was unmistakably his master's. Yet Hyunwoo couldn't help whipping around to confirm her face.
He knew he was in the training hall. He knew it was Ryu Ga-eul touching him.
But in that split second, he'd mistaken the hands groping him for someone else's entirely.
"What good's seeing my face gonna do? You can't do shit about it."
Ryu Ga-eul spun his body forward again. She stroked his ass, pressing her body even tighter against his.
Hoo, hooo... Hot breath seeped into his ear. By now, Hyunwoo was trembling, goosebumps rippling across his skin.
"I-I'm calling the cops."
It wasn't acting—this came straight from the heart. Of course, Ryu Ga-eul just took it as playful banter.
"Cops? Go ahead and call 'em. Doesn't matter—I'm gonna fuck you no matter what. Prison? Fine by me. Heh heh heh..."
"Stop it! I'll let it slide if you quit now!"
"If you didn't wanna get molested, you shouldn't have worn that slutty shit. Shaking your hips in front of me like a tease, and now you cry 'don't'? Dream on."
That's when Ryu Ga-eul slyly tugged his pants down. Hyunwoo reflexively swung his elbow back, smacking her right in the chest.
Her acting's so goddamn realistic? I noticed before, but she's got real talent as an actress. My little Hyunwoo...
With his level climbed pretty high now, the blow actually stung Ryu Ga-eul a bit. A dull ache bloomed in her chest, and she grinned wickedly.
Hyunwoo himself was shocked—he'd lashed out at his master full-force without thinking. And even more surprised that it barely fazed her.
"You just hit me, huh? Fine, now I'll hit back."
Ryu Ga-eul shoved him onto the sofa. Then she savagely sank her teeth into his flesh.
Tooth marks etched into his pale skin. Hyunwoo flailed his short legs in futile resistance.
Of course, it was pointless. Ryu Ga-eul quickly gained the upper hand. She stripped off her clothes with a flick, mounting her struggling disciple.
"Stop!"
"Heh heh... Yeah, this is it. This feeling—it's perfect."
"Don't! I won't forgive you. A woman like you doing this...!"
Ignoring his protests, Ryu Ga-eul rolled a condom onto his cock with practiced ease. No fumbling—delays weren't her style.
Shluuup...! She impaled herself mercilessly on his dick. His thrashing only fueled her ecstasy.
Ryu Ga-eul drowned in rapture and lust. She forced her disciple's mouth shut as he acted the perfect rape victim, pounding away to her heart's content.
"Hiiik..."
In the end, Ryu Ga-eul completely subdued him. Not with brute strength, but the vise-like grip of her pussy.
He twisted his head aside to avoid her lips, but that only made her fuck him harder.
"Fucking best."
Forcing herself on her wriggling disciple like this—it stoked her sadism higher and higher.
What if I yanked off the condom right here?
Hyunwoo would thrash desperately to escape, pulling out every trick. Not that she'd let him.
Hold back. Can't ruin everything for one quick thrill.
Bareback would be mind-blowing, better than anything she'd ever had...
So she'd endure.
Ahh, I hope that day comes soon.
Until she finally claimed him raw, she'd endure and endure.
Two days later, I headed back to Babel Tower for work.
We'd stick around the 40th floor for a while. Needed to grind levels here as much as possible before pushing on.
"Giants incoming."
"On it."
Reclearing goblins we'd already beaten was a breeze.
When giants showed, I'd intercept. Switch tactics for goblin charges, let the ranged players mow them down. Easy.
That let us level up safely and steadily.
I'm level 37 now. Gotta hit 40 here before leaving.
The rest of the party needed at least 35 for safe clears ahead.
We were casually farming items and EXP when the scout spoke up.
"Hm? What's this? Not goblins—something else's presence."
"Orcs, probably."
"Nah, smaller than that. Human-sized."
Human-sized? Another player maybe?
"Feels crazy strong."
"Come to think of it, I farmed orc floors before. They always switched strategies when we entered. Goblins might be doing the same."
That could get dicey. Goblins were pretty smart. If we didn't wipe them clean, future runs would suck.
"But we killed every last one, right? How many coulda survived...?"
"Maybe. Even dumb goblins got language and learning smarts."
"Uh oh?"
That's when the scout let out a shriek.
I didn't need details to know why. The green waves turned red.
"Holy shit..."
Goblin blood, plain as day. So much it blended in at first.
It spread fast—too fast to track.
Finally, everyone here faced the culprit.
"Sword Ghost..!"
I knew him. The others didn't. But they clocked his skill quick.
Ra Chae-young drew her sword instantly, eyeing the figure strolling calmly forward.
Hm? And who might this be? Isn't this my dear friend?
Eerie sight.
He'd clearly sliced through thousands, maybe tens of thousands of goblins.
Not a drop of blood on him. Dressed in his black hanbok.
"A pleasure, Sword Ghost..."
Impressive growth. So, did my eye prove useful?
"It did. But why're you here...?"
Please just leave. I don't think we can take him yet.
As always, come for a sword.
"As you see, no worthy blades here."
Aye, true enough. Thought of leaving, but here you are.
Why do ominous things always happen? I squeezed my eyes shut.
"Alright, enough chit-chat? Turn him into Swiss cheese!"
"Wait! Don't shoot!"
Dudududududu—!
No time to stop it—bullets rained down, firepower that'd shred goblin hordes head-on.
Sword Ghost didn't flinch. Just muttered like before.
A mind-dazing plum blossom scent wafted as the sword swung.
"What the fuck is that...?"
Every bullet ricocheted. Realizing it was futile, the gunner squad leader called off the barrage—Sword Ghost's feet were piled with shells.
Done already?
He'd deflected all those rounds without taking a single step. Insane.
Spare me the interference. I take no joy in slaying the innocent. I only wish to cross blades with my friend here.
Then Sword Ghost sheathed his blade—and drew again.
The newly drawn blade blazed with intense light. Eyes stinging...
He swung casually, unleashing a golden sword beam that rent the earth.
Dead meat.
Anyone it touched was goners.
Couldn't let it happen again. I leaped in front of the slash, swinging my scythe on pure instinct.
Double Slash activates.
Claaang—!
A sharp clang echoed as the slash's path warped. Unlike last time, I'd blocked it clean.
Indeed, you've grown. Then... I can get serious.
Don't. Please...
Sword Ghost drew once more—a lightsaber, glowing red...