Chapter 104: Witnessed by Hong Yena
That night at the dorm, after fucking Cheonga senseless, I fell asleep with my cock still buried deep inside her. Right up until she drifted off, Cheonga gazed at me lovingly. She didn't say much, but it felt like she'd made up her mind about a lot of things in her own quiet way, holding me close the whole time. I'd meant to cure her of her pure-love tendencies, but damn, it was starting to feel like I was the one getting cured.
I'd half-expected it, but Cheonga seemed like she'd get along great with Ayoung.
The next morning, we grabbed a quick breakfast of toast at home and got ready for school. Wearing the same clothes two days in a row would've left an obvious scent, but for a water manipulator like Cheonga, laundry was child's play. In just five minutes, we were both fluffy and fresh, slipping into our uniforms.
"I'll fill you in on the details later. I've still got some prep to do."
"Okay..."
"Oh, right—how's school life treating you?"
"It's fine... The night kids aren't bad, and I joined this service club. The seniors are all nice."
"Cool. I know someone in the service club too, so we can link up there."
"Okay..."
We walked and chatted about school on the way. It had this nice senior-junior couple vibe—perfect addition to my harem. I needed a little-sister type like her. Pondering the best time to introduce her to the rest, we hit a fork in the road before I knew it.
"Just to be safe, let's split up here and take different paths to school."
"Yeah..."
"Don't worry, Cheonga. Everything's gonna be fine."
I gave her a light kiss and said it with a smile. Cheonga accepted it, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at me.
"Okay... ♥ I'll give my life... to you, Oppa..."
I hugged her tight. The purest soul in the world was handing over not just her love, but her very life to me. Talk about dangerously arousing this early in the morning.
Following my heart, I squeezed her even closer. "Got it, loud and clear, Cheonga."
She nodded in my arms. Even at this hour, lingering too long would draw eyes, so I pulled back.
"Alright, see you at school, Cheonga. Text me too."
"Okay... See you at school, Oppa..."
With that, Cheonga and I headed off down separate paths toward school—clueless that someone had witnessed the whole thing.
"Hmmm... Already snagged herself a guy. Didn't peg her for it, but not bad..."
Cheonga's colleague and fellow superpowered agent, Hong Yena, had just caught sight of our intimate moment.
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Hong Yena had awakened as a superpowered individual just five years ago. Up until then, she'd been your typical pretty girl craving attention. Then one day, she realized she could make a candle flame dance to her thoughts. Focusing on that sensation, she became a pyrokinesis user—able to control flames and crank up object temperatures at will.
Her first move after awakening? Filming YouTube videos. For a girl who craved fame and eyes on her, superpowers were the perfect hook. She flaunted them online, racking up views and dreaming of a glamorous future amid celebrities and YouTubers.
But then agents in black suits stormed her house, half-kidnapping her and her parents, dragging her to the agency. There, she met Director Nok Sujin and learned the truth: she was a superpowered being, there were others like her, and the agency kept them hidden from the world.
Her options? Live under eternal supervision, or join as an agent. It was bullshit, and she and her parents protested, but there was no choice. Superpowered folks could turn into walking massacres if misused. What if Yena snapped and superheated an entire hotel packed with people? Or ignited flames in the hearts of the president or chaebol heirs? Even minor powers posed risks, and aggressive ones like hers demanded strict control.
In the end, Yena gave up her dreamed life to become an agent—at least she'd get some social interaction.
Training followed: power control, combat techniques for subduing targets, essential agent knowledge. Boring as hell and frustrating, but she endured, knowing it was her only ticket out. She adapted fast, posting top results among recruits. Humans are creatures of adaptation, after all—and Yena embodied it.
She outperformed everyone, channeling her unfulfilled dreams into the job. Sure, her powers had a bad matchup against Cheonga, but the agency wanted reliable workers, not the strongest. Plus, they paid well enough for the lavish life she craved.
Yena was settling into this unexpected life, trying to make peace with it. Then came the school infiltration mission—a chance to relive the high school days she'd missed. She seized it, dazzling on day one with her looks, bold personality, smarts, and athleticism to become the class star.
She'd faced down unimaginable monsters among superpowered threats over the years, subduing and eliminating them. To her, hardened by those battles, school was a playground. The mission dragged on, and she even started wishing it would last longer.
But where there's light, shadows follow. Yena stealing the spotlight irked the class delinquents—the "playboy" crew. One day, a love letter waited at her desk. Thinking it a fun school trope, she headed to the quiet spot behind the gym... where three tough girls from class ambushed her.
They circled, laying on the pressure. "Hey, you fucking bitch—enjoying all the attention?"
Chewing gum and puffing cigarettes for intimidation? Pathetic. Yena had fought 2-meter muscle freaks powered up by abilities—this was barely tag.
"Must be nice? Don't like standing out?"
Her taunt made the leader—a girl with a fiery glare—snap, pulling a small knife. "You think this is a game, slut? We'll carve a big scar on that pretty face—still stand out then, huh?"
Yena's eyes sharpened. She'd play along without powers for a simple brawl, but knives changed things. Time to crush them with overwhelming force.
"I'm plenty pretty without scars. You girls okay, though?"
"Huh?"
"Too much anger burns you up inside. Like you lot."
"What bullshit—I'll kill you... guk!"
Before the leader finished, she clutched her gut and collapsed. The other two followed, writhing in agony.
"Aaaah! What the—aaaah!"
"Ugh... aaaah!"
"Kyaaah! Hospital! Get a hospital! Aaaah!"
"You... fucking bitch... what did you do?"
The leader glared through her pain, and Yena looked down coolly. "That mouth—maybe crank it up."
"Aaaah!"
Focusing harder on her, Yena made it worse. Bending at the waist, she murmured, "Hurts, huh? Quiz time: what's the worst pain humans feel?"
"Kuh...!"
They teetered on unconsciousness. Yena smiled sweetly—this wasn't her first rodeo.
"Answer: cauterization pain! Burning agony—that's what you're feeling."
She was scorching their nerves from inside. Not enough to kill or maim permanently, but precisely targeting pain receptors, one cell at a time.
"How's that gut fire? Brutal, right?"
"Aaaah... you slut... I'll kill you!"
The leader spat defiance. Yena sighed. "Impressive. Most beg by now. Guess I'll sterilize you."
"What!?"
"Your womb's cooking slow. Stop now, it's just bad cramps. Keep it up? Full roast."
The threat of infertility broke her—future mattered more than present pain.
"N-no...!"
"Watch your tone."
"S-sorry! Forgive me! I was wrong!"
"Yeah, you were."
"Yes! I'm sorry—so sorry!"
Snap. Yena flicked her fingers, releasing them.
"Kaaah... haa... haa..."
"Sob... sob..."
They stayed down, clutching stomachs. Yena stood. "Get a checkup anyway—might need meds. No death or disability, though. Agent's honor."
Confident from years of controlled burns, she left them writhing.
"What... are you...?"
"Me? Hmm..."
What was she? After endless thought, her old answer came easy.
"A monster that hunts monsters."
With that, she walked back to class, leaving the delinquents to their pain.