Chapter 111
Chapter 111
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 111
Chapter Title: Outside the Room (2)
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Han So-ra settled into a spot at a street food stall, uncharacteristically for an S-rank.
Instead of sunglasses, she wore oversized round glasses to roughly hide her face.
"It's been a while since I've had a drink with a guy."
The street food stall's patrons skewed toward an older crowd overall.
They were less likely to recognize Han So-ra.
'Going around with A-ra turned out to be helpful.'
Otherwise, she would've foolishly wandered into just any bar.
And the plan would've ended before she could even try it.
"First round."
Han So-ra poured soju into Park Sun-woo's glass.
One glass became two, and two glasses became a bottle.
"You drink well, Hunter Sun-woo. Is it because you're a guy? It's different from drinking with A-ra."
"It's not because I'm a guy. It's because I'm Park Sun-woo."
"Oh, really?"
She kept pushing him relentlessly, determined to get him wasted.
At first, he downed them readily.
Acting all cool and composed.
"Ugh, I can't drink anymore. This is my limit."
Park Sun-woo made a pathetic face as he set down his glass.
He was getting back exactly what he'd dished out to Choi Da-eun.
Whining that he wouldn't drink any more.
Controlling him was a piece of cake.
"Hunter Sun-woo, drunk already? Isn't that too weak for a man?"
"Me? No? Not at all?"
Throw a line like that, and he'd tremble on his own before tilting back his glass.
His face already beet red, like he'd hit his absolute limit.
"...Is So-ra okay? Heh, must be tough?"
"Yeah, yeah, a bit tough."
She said it was tough, just for politeness.
In reality, she wasn't struggling at all.
Park Sun-woo glared at the pile of soju bottles on the table.
Quite a few soju bottles were lined up on the stall's signature blue table.
His body unsteady from the booze, he counted the wreckage he'd caused with half-lidded eyes.
Han So-ra pushed a glass toward such a Park Sun-woo.
Seeing the glass filled to the brim with soju, the corners of his eyes twitched.
"How about we chat instead of just pounding soju?"
"We're chatting. With alcohol on the side."
"Feels like we're drinking too much. Simply with So-ra…."
"A man, scared?"
Han So-ra curled her lips up with all her might, mocking Park Sun-woo.
He fell for the cheap provocation and chugged it right away.
And made a pathetic face.
"...I lose. I lost. Really can't anymore."
Park Sun-woo shook his head vigorously and set down his glass.
If he drank any more here, he'd puke up all the snacks he'd eaten so far.
His stomach was sending intense warnings.
In front of Choi Da-eun, he might've powered through, but he didn't have the guts in front of Han So-ra.
So he decided to call it quits.
Han So-ra didn't push any further.
She had no intention of knocking him out completely.
Just get him tipsy enough to expose his dick.
"Then, as Hunter Sun-woo wants, let's just chat simply and head out."
Han So-ra accelerated her metabolism to break down the alcohol.
She kept only enough for a pleasant buzz and flushed the rest.
"Hunter Sun-woo, are you dating Da-eun?"
"...Not sure if I should say yes or no. It's ambiguous."
Park Sun-woo chuckled as he answered.
He seemed to be thinking of Choi Da-eun.
With the number one S-rank bride candidate Han So-ra right in front of him, no less.
'Does Da-eun know? That Hunter Sun-woo is a rapist?'
No way she knew.
Choi Da-eun had no connection to Mask guy to begin with.
There was no way for her to know Park Sun-woo was a trash rapist.
Han So-ra kept tossing personal questions his way.
Most were about his private life.
She was gradually overlapping Mask guy's territory with Park Sun-woo's.
As common points piled up, their intersection started to widen.
Speech patterns, habits, tics, smell….
His face was hidden by the mask, and his voice altered by the tie.
So she couldn't be 100% sure.
'I can confirm today.'
The time had come.
Thanks to the simple chat, Park Sun-woo's guard was completely down.
Han So-ra stared intently at Park Sun-woo, who was chattering away while savoring his languid buzz.
"Hunter Sun-woo, shall we head out?"
"Ah, yeah."
As Park Sun-woo stood from his seat, he glanced at the remaining booze.
And stuck out his tongue.
Wasteful, but he didn't want to drink it.
Han So-ra had already settled the bill.
"I could've paid here."
He'd just watched while she pulled out her card, and now that it was done, he awkwardly chimed in.
Han So-ra let out a hollow laugh.
"It's fine. I said I'd treat from the start, after all…."
Han So-ra was in an extremely good mood.
Swollen with anticipation at the thought of touching Mask guy's real dick, she let a slip escape.
"This is the dick usage fee."
"...Pardon?"
"Nothing. Let's go quick? I'll drive you."
Luckily, Park Sun-woo hadn't heard her properly.
He couldn't even imagine the word he'd half-heard was "dick."
He just mumbled a vague response, pretending he'd heard.
"Hurry and get in."
Han So-ra loaded Park Sun-woo into her car.
He staggered into the passenger seat.
Her personal car glided smoothly away.
"...Kuu, cool…."
Park Sun-woo passed out the moment he got in the car.
He seemed pretty wasted, mouth sloppily agape as he breathed.
"Kukukuku."
Han So-ra laughed more villainously than anyone.
Wasn't this laugh a bit too evil? she wondered to herself….
"Mask guy, if you stay so defenseless…. I'll just devour you. Wake up."
No other laugh would come out.
It fit the situation perfectly.
Her car pulled into the parking lot of a nearby motel.
She parked naturally and woke Park Sun-woo.
"Hunter Sun-woo, we're here. Go on up and sleep."
"Yeah, yeah."
Park Sun-woo, freshly woken, thanked Han So-ra with dazed eyes.
"You bought my gear today too…. Thanks for everything. Next time, I'll buy you a meal. After I clear the 20th floor."
"Leave the gear in the car for now. I'll bring it up."
"Ah…."
Drunk as he was, he couldn't carry the gear.
His strength was completely drained, you could say.
Park Sun-woo nodded his head.
"Then, yeah…."
"Hurry up. I'll support you."
Han So-ra pulled Park Sun-woo out of the passenger seat.
She slung his arm over her shoulder, wrapped her arms around his firm back, and slowly headed to the motel.
Park Sun-woo let himself be dragged along, leaning on the woman frailer than him.
Light.
To an S-rank hunter, even a burly adult man felt like a child.
'Roles are reversed here.'
Usually, the man carries the woman, but this couple had the woman leading the man.
The motel counter clerk watched Han So-ra and Park Sun-woo through the CCTV.
Han So-ra took the room key and rode the elevator up.
She laid Park Sun-woo on the motel bed and grinned.
"Uung…."
Thinking he'd made it home, perhaps, Park Sun-woo took off his socks and shirt.
And just as he was about to pull down his pants.
"……?"
He felt an odd gaze and opened his eyes.
He spotted Han So-ra looking down at him with a smile.
"Wha-what, So-ra?! Why, why are you in my house…. No, wait."
"Does this look like Hunter Sun-woo's house?"
Park Sun-woo looked around.
He shook his head.
Not home.
Motel.
"Why, why'd we come to a motel?"
"What reason do a man and woman have for coming to a motel? To play air soccer?"
"Why would me and So-ra come to a motel together…?"
"Come on, why? We're adults who know it all."
Before Mask guy had fucked her, Han So-ra had been a woman who knew nothing.
Thanks to Mask guy, she'd learned what sex was and discovered pleasure.
Han So-ra stripped off Park Sun-woo's pants.
A mere D-rank hunter couldn't resist an S-rank's strength.
"N-no…."
"What's no?"
Park Sun-woo struggled.
Is this what it feels like for a rapist?
His resistance to being fucked looked just like a tantrum begging to be fucked.
Park Sun-woo spouted a ridiculous lie.
"I, I'm a virgin…."
"Virgin my ass. A virgin, he says."
From Han So-ra's perspective, it was absurd.
Rubbing his dick against her pussy until it was swollen, pumping her womb until his balls were empty.
If Park Sun-woo was a virgin, then what the hell had all those sex sessions been?
Park Sun-woo desperately covered his crotch.
'Mask guy's real dick!'
Han So-ra drooled as she glared at the bulging front of his panties.
She couldn't hold back any longer.
She ripped Park Sun-woo's panties off in one go.
Grabbing the waistband with both hands, rip!
"Haa…!"
It was worth dragging him around all day.
The thoroughly marinated dick gave off an absolutely tremendous smell….
Han So-ra couldn't hold back and lunged toward Mask guy's dick.
She buried her nose in that humid, sticky spot between his limp balls and shyly drooping dick.
Sniff, sniff! Snuuuuurk-!
"So-ra…!"
Park Sun-woo pushed at Han So-ra's head.
But she didn't budge.
'Found you, Mask guy….'
This smell, this size.
Her lower belly throbbed.
Like it had found its owner.