Chapter 133
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 133
Chapter Title: Reunion: Long and Thick (1)
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Actually, joining the Pioneering Corps just to snag an A-grade was pretty much putting the cart before the horse.
Normally, you graduate from the academy first, then join a Pioneering Corps. That was the standard path.
The very idea of putting your life on the line at the front lines just to score good marks at the academy? That was the kind of thing only a lunatic would consider.
'Well, Seraphina, who recommended it in the first place, is weak as hell herself.'
I'll let it slide since she went to the trouble of gathering recommendations for me.
A few days after the interview evaluation.
I returned to the dorm to check the results.
Lately, I'd been spending most of my days in the lab, so it felt like forever since I'd been back here.
'Once I fuck Masha Leoshika, I should just move out altogether.'
This room was way too cramped now.
Even summoning a clone body was starting to feel like a squeeze.
But then.
When I opened the dust-covered mailbox, a pile of letters came tumbling out onto the floor.
"What the hell?"
One was an official document stamped with the familiar Hunter Association emblem. Probably the notice approving my entry into the Pioneering Corps.
But the rest...
Most of them were letters in the same handwriting.
[To Student Kang Ihyeon]
[From Cheon Da-eun]
It was a letter from Cheon Da-eun noona, whom I hadn't seen in over a month.
There were so many, it was practically spam levels—scary amounts, really.
'......'
I'll look at this later...
Feeling an inexplicable unease, I set her letters aside for now and tore open the one from the Association first.
Pioneering Corps Entry Permit Notification
Affiliation: Combat Headquarters
You are hereby assigned to Central Team 5.
As expected.
If you're still an academy student joining the Pioneering Corps, most end up in this Central Team 5.
It was packed with academy upperclassmen—the so-called 'student team.'
They called it a combat team, but in reality, it was more like a dumping ground where the bad apples dumped all the grunt work on the kids trying to gain experience.
But for me, this was actually better.
I could stay low-key while creating plenty of opportunities to rack up achievements.
Yeah, this was exactly as I'd predicted.
The problem...
Was this.
I looked down at the mountain of letters from Cheon Da-eun noona piled up on the floor.
The envelopes were soft and elegant, nothing like the stiff official ones.
Her handwriting was neat and precise, just like her personality.
I took a deep breath and picked up the one on top.
I was a bit tense, half-expecting some yandere 'die die' crap inside... but thankfully, the content was nothing like that.
"To my beloved husband, Kang Ihyeon. I hope you're doing well.
It's been so hard to see your face lately. I know training keeps you busy, but I'm worried if you're eating properly. Don't push yourself too hard—take breaks.
From Cheon Da-eun"
I picked up another one.
"Looking out the training ground window, the weather's nice today. When you have time... I want to go out together like before."
Most of the letters were similar.
Sharing bits of her daily life, asking about me, expressing how she wanted to be together.
A lump formed in my throat as I read them in order, feeling a swell of emotion.
They seemed to arrive every two or three days around a certain point.
"I'm now in my clan's deep cave for closed-door training. It's a cave, but it always snows here, and the air is frigid. This should be perfect for healing my injuries.
Someday, for the day we stand together, I'll keep pushing myself too."
'Closed-door training, huh...'
So that's why the letters piled up.
Even during her seclusion, she was thinking of me enough to send them.
"Lately, I can't focus on training because of you. Take responsibility, Kang Ihyeon."
"...I feel kinda guilty."
While she was pining for me in that frozen cave, training her ass off, how many women had I been with?
Mom, Seraphina...
Even her little sister, Cheon Seo-eun—I'd fucked them all without holding back.
I pulled out the wooden doll I'd tucked away in my pocket.
I wanted to summon Cheon Da-eun noona's clone right then and there. Hold her close, share our warmth, soothe the longing.
But in the end, I put it back.
A clone body.
Another her that shares memories.
Whatever I did with the clone now, the original would only feel it like a hazy dream. It wouldn't change reality. I couldn't fundamentally ease her loneliness in that cave.
No, it'd just be a nuisance.
It'd only add more lewd skills to the pile.
No need for her to regain that plump pussy pudge from all the masturbation...
'She did say something herself.'
She'd told me she'd focus on rehab when we last met—that was with her clone, technically.
Anyway, her goal was to stand by my side as an equal comrade, not an instructor, when I graduated the academy and stepped into the world as a hunter.
Right.
I couldn't let immediate longing or horniness sway me.
I had to walk my own path steadily.
By the time she returned, I needed to be someone worth bragging about, with stories to tell of what I'd achieved.
The best way to wait for her was to charge forward with everything I had.
I carefully gathered up all the letters and stowed them deep in a drawer.
'Maybe ask Aira to write a reply for me.'
Right then.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
'Seraphina? Why's she calling out of the blue?'
Congrats call, maybe.
I answered without a second thought.
A few days earlier.
Tartaros, Northern Frontier Dark Zone.
People called the areas untouched by human civilization's lights the Dark Zone.
Once a nest for countless high-rank beasts, it had lost all monster threats after the full conquest of the rifts. With all the magic stone mines depleted in the early days of fervent expansion, it had devolved into a worthless expanse of raw, living nature.
And deep in a rugged mountain range where biting winds threatened to freeze everything in their path.
There lay a massive ice cave. In the serene center of that space sat a woman in pure white training robes.
Cheon Da-eun.
Eldest daughter of the Cheon clan.
She sat cross-legged on a crystal-clear ice slab, deep in meditation.
"Huuu..."
A thin wisp of white breath escaped Cheon Da-eun's lips and dissipated.
With her eyes closed, she focused all her consciousness on the flow of mana coursing through her body.
The deep wound on her thigh from the rift battlefield. She was gradually purifying the dark, murky energy it had left behind using her freezing magic.
But maintaining total focus on her mana in such a harsh environment was more exhausting than she'd imagined. She'd chosen this place for one simple reason: it was the most ideal spot to unleash her freezing magic to its fullest.
Whenever grueling or negative thoughts crept in, she dredged up the small memories tucked away in a corner of her heart.
The hot breath in the training grounds, the intense kiss in the warehouse. The joy of the picnic.
Every time she thought of her student, she felt a tiny, warm 'life force' welling up inside her.
This energy was utterly unlike her freezing magic—warm and brimming with vitality. It flowed to her wounded thigh, melting away the stubborn murky residue and healing the damaged muscles and nerves.
'This is...'
Cheon Da-eun couldn't hide her astonishment at this bizarre phenomenon unfolding in her body.
It was her first time experiencing anything like it.
Her body had always only accepted cold, sharp mana.
Yet now, an energy of the complete opposite nature—a warm life force—was blooming within her.
All she'd done was think of him, as always.
Imagine him, recall his face.
Only after it happened several more times did she realize the source was Kang Ihyeon.
'Is this... the power of love?'
She never dreamed it stemmed from sex with the clone and the life force infused into her.
After that, her meditations began to change.
With her eyes closed, she pictured Kang Ihyeon.
The memory of that day—being held in his arms, taking him inside her.
Just the imagination set her body ablaze. Her heart raced, her breaths quickened.
In the frigid cave, only her body burned hot and inviting.
Unconsciously, her hand drifted down beneath her robes to her secret place.
She began gently stroking the soaked folds with her fingers.
"Haa... Mm..."
A lewd moan echoed through the silent cave.
Her fingers caressed the slick pussy softly, slipping past the plump entrance toward deeper spots.
"Mm... Ihyeon... My husband..."
His name slipped from her lips unbidden.
The sensation of Kang Ihyeon entering her, filling her up—that memory alone made her inner thighs tingle.
Pushing a second finger deeper, her tight walls clenched around them. She twisted her hips at the feeling, thrusting harder, deeper.
Scraping her fingertips over the most sensitive spot sent electric pleasure racing up her spine to her brain.
"Ah! Aang! Hnng...!"
Her body arched like a bow.
In that instant, the hot energy inside her erupted. The 'life force' that had been healing her wound now spread through her body as pure ecstasy.
"Haa, haa... This way is definitely more effective..."
Her body trembled faintly in the afterglow of climax.
Panting, she withdrew her pleasure-soaked fingers. Clear love juices stretched in sticky strings.
Forgetting her shame, she brought them to her mouth.
She stuck out her tongue and licked them clean.
Faintly, she could taste his semen from that day.
Leaning against the wall, Cheon Da-eun caught her ragged breath.
This change had surged dramatically in recent days.
Perhaps the harsh Dark Zone cave, forcing her to draw energy desperately, had made her notice her body's shifts.
She glanced down at her drenched lower half. Fingers alone were nowhere near enough to satisfy that day's fulfillment.
'Something bigger, harder... to match my husband's massive cock...'
No, no. Get a grip, Cheon Da-eun.
She shook her head vigorously.
Then headed to her small bundle in the corner of the cave, pulling out pen and paper.
Today, too, she'd rein in her vulgar urges and write him a letter.
She spread the stationery on an ice desk. Her hand holding the pen was calm and precise now, unlike moments ago.
After a moment's thought, she began writing each word with care.
"To my beloved husband, Kang Ihyeon.
Today, I miss you more than ever. The snow here won't stop, and neither does my longing.
My wound has improved a lot. Thanks to that warm energy you shared. Maybe by the start of the new semester, I can return to your side.
Until then, please take care."
After finishing, she folded it neatly and slipped it into an envelope.
She headed to the cave entrance. A small falcon-shaped magical creature perched there, waiting.
The Cheon clan's exclusive messenger bird.
As she went to tie the letter to its leg—
'Ugh... What, what's this?'
Suddenly, her shoulder twitched like it was alive.
Her skin split open like mud, and from the fissure, seductive red lips bloomed like a flower bud.
It was a woman's lips.
Split...!
The lips parted, a plump red tongue flicking out.
And not just that—an eyeball even sprouted atop the thick lips flicking the tongue.
At the surreal sight, Cheon Da-eun's body went rigid.
"Th-this, what...!"
"Oh my, darling. Have you been well? It's been ages, hasn't it?"
The voice that emerged was familiar.
It was Seraphina's.