Chapter 110
Chapter 110
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 110
Chapter Title: Outside the Room (1)
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“Then play with me today.”
Han So-ra asked me to play with her.
Suddenly, why?
I had no idea what the reason was.
I stared at Han So-ra with a baffled expression.
She seemed burdened by my steady gaze and averted her eyes.
“It's been a while since I went out. So, it feels kinda regrettable to just head back like this...?”
Maybe she realized it was a bit out of the blue herself, because she offered an excuse that wasn't quite an excuse.
“Ah, I see.”
It happens sometimes.
Like when you're eating delicious food and want just a bit more, or watching a fun movie and wish it wouldn't end, that slight pang of regret.
That was how Han So-ra seemed right now.
'We're about to start tackling the 50th floor, so it's understandable she'd miss casual shopping like this.'
Nothing was known about the 50th floor yet.
Only a few powerful nations had cleared it, so information was tightly controlled.
Even Korea's 'Haetae Guild' was starting from scratch.
The moment you entered the 50th floor, giving up wasn't an option.
It was either climb to the 51st or die right there.
The 'Haetae Guild' would end up spending days, maybe weeks, on an endless raid.
They'd have to endure immense stress in a deadly tug-of-war with death itself.
For Han So-ra, a raid party member, she might miss this laid-back freedom of everyday life.
Just like how field training or winter maneuvers make you nostalgic for those shitty base maintenance duties.
Han So-ra stared at me.
With her sunglasses and mask on, I couldn't tell what expression she was making.
Inside the 'Tower,' there were more foreign hunters, so she could show her face without issue, but outside, too many people recognized her, forcing her to cover up.
Her huge breasts and big hips...
She couldn't hide her standout figure, though.
I gauged her emotions from her voice.
Han So-ra sounded a little disappointed right now.
“Can't you?”
“...It's not that I can't.”
It felt like I was betraying Choi Da-eun.
When I was wearing the mask, I felt nothing, so why now?
It felt weird, like I was two-timing.
'Guess I have to play along.'
She bought me gear, so rationalizing it as just one day couldn't hurt.
We'd just hang out while the sun was up.
Nothing weird about that.
Park Sun-woo without the mask wasn't in some casual fling with S-Rank Hunter Han So-ra.
The feelings Han So-ra had for me weren't that kind—affection or love—far from it.
To Han So-ra, Park Sun-woo was the man who saved her little sister Han A-ra.
Sexual contact was absolutely off-limits.
I was confident nothing would happen.
That eased my guilt a lot.
“Sure, then. I'll drop off the gear first.”
“Leave it in my car. You can take it when you go home.”
“Uh...”
Seeing Han So-ra being subtly forward, I felt an inexplicable sense of wrongness.
'Was she always like this?'
A question popped into my head.
Why was she acting like this all of a sudden?
More precisely, were we ever this close?
If the S-Rank Hunter in front of me were Lee Hae-wan, I'd have snapped, “Are we close?” ages ago.
Our distance had shrunk that much.
Since it was Han So-ra, the change wasn't outright unpleasant.
Just confusing.
“Take it off and put it in the back seat for now.”
I took off the gear and stowed it in the back.
The shiny, hefty equipment made me smile every time I looked at it.
It felt like admiring a luxury foreign car I'd splurged on or some pricey designer bag.
'...For a hunter, gear's better than foreign cars or designer stuff anyway.'
Foreign cars or designer goods ultimately just boost your own value.
They're luxuries.
Foreign or domestic car, as long as it runs, it's fine.
That's fulfilling its purpose.
Designer or not, functionally, there's not much difference.
Layer up enough, and you beat the cold.
But hunter gear is different.
Your gear's performance ties directly to your survival.
Die without a foreign car?
Die without designer clothes?
Hunters die.
Crappy gear means you don't last long and die.
That's why A-Rank or S-Rank hunters pour most of their earnings back into equipment.
The reason I couldn't help loving the gear in the back seat.
“Seeing you smile so satisfactorily makes me happy, Hunter Sun-woo. Though it cost a pretty penny.”
“...I'll pay you back once I make some money.”
“Heh heh, no need.”
Han So-ra gripped the wheel, mask off but everything else still covered.
Thinking of the hand that gripped my dick in the 'Taming Room,' every little move she made turned me on.
The car glided smoothly.
Hanging out with S-Rank Hunter Han So-ra—what an honor.
Lee Hae-wan, who craved this more than anyone, could never even dream of it.
'He must've flipped out in jealousy when I took that photo with Han So-ra.'
A female I found pretty and beautiful probably looked the same to other males.
A woman who seemed perfect for bearing healthy babies naturally drew tons of rivals.
I was the winner.
I'd fucked Choi Da-eun and Han So-ra...
Not just that—I took their first times, their virginities!
'Wish I could show off Han So-ra pregnant with my kid.'
I pictured her showing her face to the press, cradling a swollen belly full of my child in her womb.
My dick twitched, starting to harden.
“You okay, Hunter Sun-woo?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah, fine.”
That's when Han So-ra spoke to me.
Worried she'd notice my erection, I answered nervously, keeping my head fixed straight ahead to avoid her eyes.
She sounded concerned, like she'd spotted a pitiful kitten.
“You looked uncomfortable somewhere.”
“No, I'm good...”
Right on cue, the car stopped at a signal.
Her hands were free.
Han So-ra glanced at me and muttered.
“Hmm, seat a bit cramped?”
“...!”
Han So-ra suddenly reached over.
She leaned her upper body toward me, pretending to check my seatbelt buckle.
Her huge breasts squished against my arm.
The heavy weight transmitted through my arm.
Blood rushed straight down, bypassing my brain, to my dick.
The front of my pants bulged noticeably.
It was my real dick, not the avatar's, so it stood out way too much.
One wrong move, and I'd be caught looking vulgar.
“You can spread out more. Make yourself comfortable.”
“N-No, I...!”
Was the seatbelt buckle a strategic point?
She stalled there for a turn, then sneaked her hand to the seat lever.
The passenger seat lever was by the window.
More body contact than necessary happened.
“You're sitting all stiff to be considerate of the driver. Stay still—I'll adjust it for you.”
“Eut...!”
Her scent wafted over strongly.
Fresher than the smell from the 'Taming Room.'
The pheromones released right before sex to arouse were totally different from the courtship pheromones scattered during flirting.
Both human scents, sure, but they felt worlds apart.
'Like the difference between shampoo and body wash.'
The smell from being suddenly summoned without a shower versus the fresh fragrance after washing up and light makeup.
My head went fuzzy.
Creak, creeeak—
The seat slid back.
The backrest tilted slightly too.
“Better now, right? Way more comfortable.”
It was definitely more comfortable.
Except my dick made it even worse.
“A-ra always rides shotgun, so it's set for her. No wonder it's uncomfortable for you, Hunter Sun-woo.”
“...”
Pre-cum soaked my panties damp.
I could feel it.
Wanted to change them.
“...Y-Yeah, good.”
“Heh heh, glad you didn't put up a fuss.”
“Y-Yeah...”
The car started moving.
The day wasn't over yet.
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Han So-ra enjoyed a casual date with Park Sun-woo.
She'd phrased it as “play with me,” but their vibe now felt like a proper date.
Drive around, eat something tasty.
Han So-ra teased Park Sun-woo now and then.
His physical reactions were right there for her to toy with.
'Mask guy only knows how to hide his face. Can't hide his habits at all.'
What the hell was Park Sun-woo thinking all alone?
Even an S-Rank hunter couldn't read minds.
Not without a specific skill, anyway...
Every time Park Sun-woo popped a boner on his own, Han So-ra deliberately closed in.
And lightly touched everywhere except his dick.
Rubbing her soft, womanly breasts against his firm, manly chest, ignoring the bulge in his pants while stroking his rock-hard thigh muscles, boosting her own scent by mana-activating her metabolism.
'Must be soaked by now.'
During their park walk, his gait looked off.
Like the squelchy feeling of pre-cum-drenched panties rubbing his thighs was annoying him.
She read the mood and launched her plan.
“...Wanna grab a drink?”
“Sure, I'll buy.”
“With me?”
Park Sun-woo got wary.
Fucked me easy with the mask on, but scared in real life?
Or was it because he was dating Choi Da-eun?
Did that make this awkward?
'A-ra did say those two were acting weird.'
Guess it was true.
'Doesn't matter.'
Han So-ra sticking to Park Sun-woo wasn't based on liking or love.
The satisfaction of his dick fitting perfectly inside her pussy, filling her up tight; the climax from his glans kissing her cervix that masturbation could never match.
This wasn't some fleeting emotion that'd fade.
The pleasure etched into her body was clearer and more intense than any feelings.
Whether he dated Choi Da-eun or not, Han So-ra didn't care.
What she needed wasn't emotional bonding—it was raw dick sex.
Han So-ra planned to enjoy Park Sun-woo's real dick.
An S-Rank hunter had made up her mind—no one could stop her.
“I wanna buy. Give me the chance to treat Hunter Sun-woo to a drink.”
“...”
“Saving A-ra... Thank you so, so much, again. I know a nice spot. Just one drink there.”
“...”
“I was gonna drink before the 50th floor anyway. With A-ra? But you know what happened with the guild stuff—we're on awkward terms.”
“Ah...”
“No telling how rough the 50th'll be, so better blow off steam. Even if you don't join, I'll drink alone. You won't pity me like that, right?”
“A-Alright. Let's drink.”
And so Park Sun-woo got dragged to a motel.
Han So-ra's supposed low tolerance turned out to be shockingly high.
“N-No, can't...”
“What's can't?”
“I-I'm a virgin...”
“Virgin my ass, yeah right.”
Park Sun-woo flailed desperately.
Han So-ra grinned at him.
Drunk D-Rank hunter—bon appétit.
She mentally said grace as she stripped off his pants.
'Wonder if Mask guy and Hunter Sun-woo are the same person...'
Time to check his ID.