Chapter 112
Chapter 112
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Outside the Room (3)
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Is this what it feels like for a woman getting eaten up by a man?
I opened my eyes, and there I was in a motel.
I realized it wasn't my house, but I couldn't get out of bed.
I just couldn't muster the strength.
The alcohol had left my body limp and heavy.
I didn't want to get up. I just wanted to stay like this and sleep.
My head was spinning.
That's when my senses snapped back into focus.
I saw the woman standing in front of me, and it jolted me awake.
Han So-ra was looking down at me, licking her lips.
'Was she always like this?'
I was the one who'd taken her virginity.
This body—Park Sun-woo's—had been a pure 100% virgin until he fucked Han So-ra.
I'd torn through an S-Rank Hunter's 27-year hymen with my worthless dick.
No-condom sex, creampie—everything was a first...
'And she's already this slutty?'
The first time is always the hardest.
Women hesitate even more because they have that physical symbol of value—the hymen.
But once that's gone?
The threshold drops sharply from the second time on.
Han So-ra seemed no different.
That didn't mean she was rolling in the hay with just any guy.
She had her own standards and only took men who met them to bed.
To put it positively, Park Sun-woo had entered Han So-ra's strike zone!
Should I be happy or sad about that...?
'I thought keeping an eye on just Lee Hae-wan would be enough.'
Lee Hae-wan was the most obvious threat, so I figured watching him would keep things safe.
I never imagined Han So-ra—who'd been a virgin until recently—would be fucking around with other guys.
'I thought killing just Lee Hae-wan would let me monopolize her!'
I was wrong.
"Ah, no... don't..."
"What's not to like?"
Han So-ra pulled off my pants.
I flailed, but I couldn't shake off her hands.
A D-Rank Hunter like me was nothing against an S-Rank.
'...W-wait...'
I never dreamed she'd pounce first.
That's why I hadn't switched to 'Avatar' mode.
"I-I'm a virgin, though..."
Right now, my dick wasn't the Choi Da-eun exclusive—it was the mask's dick.
The one Han So-ra knew, the one that took her first time.
"Virgin my ass—you're a virgin, huh."
I tried to push her away somehow.
I pleaded desperately, confessing my virginity, but it had no effect.
Her hands wouldn't stop.
Riiip!
Han So-ra grabbed the waistband of my underwear with both hands and tore it off roughly.
My limp dick flopped out.
I hurriedly covered my crotch.
Han So-ra's eyes rolled back.
Her whites showing more than her irises, she lunged at me.
She pried my hands away and buried her face in my dick.
Sniff, sniff! Snuuuurk!
"So-ra...!"
Han So-ra inhaled deeply.
She practically vacuumed up my dick.
It looked like she was sniffing drugs or something.
"F-fuck, let me wash up first."
"Sluuuurp, haaa... It's fine. Fuuuh..."
"So-ra...!"
Han So-ra stuck out her tongue and licked from my balls all the way to the tip, long and slow.
Like frantically slurping up melting ice cream in the blazing sun, she bobbed her head up and down.
I pushed her head away.
I put some real force into it to tell her to stop.
"Hunter Sun-woo, just enjoy it."
Han So-ra looked up at me with her head raised.
Her grinning face radiated sincerity.
This woman really intended to fuck my dick.
'I need time to switch to 'Avatar' at least.'
With the booze keeping me from even getting hard, I still had a shot.
"Let me wash up first. It's my f-first time... Doing it like this for my first..."
"If I wash it, will you behave?"
I know in this day and age, dividing gender roles could get me canceled, but weren't our lines switched way too much?
"Y-yeah. Wash up and do it. Sleep off the booze a bit. Look—it's not even standing up."
"Okay."
I got Han So-ra's permission.
Now I just had to get to the bathroom and swap my dick for the 'Avatar's'.
I forced my spinning vision to steady and got out of bed.
I willed my unruly legs to move and staggered forward.
Grab my smartphone and head to the bath...
"I'll wash you."
I wasn't planning on taking anything, so why was she following?
My head started throbbing.
"F-fuck, you're gonna wash me? Who? Me?"
"Yes, I'll wash you."
"It's fine. I can do it myself."
I blocked her at the bathroom door.
I thanked her for the offer but declined.
"I want to repay Hunter Sun-woo who saved A-ra's life. So let me wash you."
"That's enough already."
"Hunter Sun-woo, are you trying to humiliate me?"
Han So-ra's voice turned ice cold.
Something like killing intent squeezed my heart.
'...Is this her saying hand over the dick nicely or else...?'
My will didn't matter.
There was no angle to switch to the 'Avatar' dick.
"I'll gratefully accept So-ra's kindness..."
"Hehe, I'll wash you real good."
Han So-ra stripped off her clothes in one go.
I slowly took off my shirt and set it down.
Even naked together, Han So-ra showed no shame.
She seemed utterly used to facing a man bare.
That vibe poured off her.
'Not just once or twice, huh.'
She'd been with multiple guys besides the mask one.
'...Annoying as hell.'
Sudden rage boiled up.
This bitch registered as a 'Female' in the Taming App—how dare she!
'Fine, great. I'll fuck you just like you want.'
Not just in the Taming Room—in real life too.
I'll wreck her human relationships so bad she can't function in daily life.
I turned on the shower.
Han So-ra smiled and came over, hugging me from behind.
Her soft tits squished against my back.
"The bottom's starting to react now? It wasn't moving earlier."
"You kept touching it, So-ra."
A gruff tone slipped out unbidden.
I glanced at her face to check her mood.
Who knew what she'd do if I pissed her off.
'...I wanna go back.'
I'm a god inside the Taming Room, but outside, I'm just a loser.
'Just you wait, Han So-ra.'
I'll summon her to the 'Room' later and get thorough revenge.
That's what I vowed.
Whether I grumbled or not, Han So-ra didn't care much.
She just subtly fondled my dick and balls while groping me everywhere.
'...Measuring for shame or what?'
Anyone watching would think she was tailoring a suit.
"Come on, let's wash quick and head to bed?"
Shhhh-.
It's my dick, not the 'Avatar's.
Even so, there's no way she'd notice it's the mask.
No matter how sharp an S-Rank Hunter's senses, she couldn't tell the mask dick and mine were the same...
'No way.'
As Han So-ra soaped up and stroked my dick, I couldn't hide my anxiety.
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'Kukuku, so cute.'
Park Sun-woo was shrinking back in preemptive fear.
She'd just growled lowly to back off, and he was peeking at her like a kitten punched by an adult cat.
'Mask man, ahh, Mask man.'
Park Sun-woo and Mask man were the same person.
Han So-ra's senses had pierced the truth long ago.
Dozens of times in his arms— it'd be weirder if she didn't know.
Han So-ra washed Park Sun-woo.
She lathered up plenty and scrubbed every nook and cranny.
Especially thorough with his dick and balls.
"Shall we go out?"
She was excited.
Sex with Mask man without the mask.
What face would Mask man make during sex?
She wanted to ask how it felt getting raped by the woman he'd raped.
Han So-ra led Park Sun-woo to the bed.
Even as she dried off and walked the few steps, her eyes stayed glued to his crotch.
'Good, good.'
As she washed, the booze seemed to fade a bit, and his dick started stiffening slowly.
'Even the dick's cute.'
It was gross-looking.
Absolutely not cute.
But in Han So-ra's eyes, the dick was a treasure.
More lovable than anything.
"Ugh..."
Park Sun-woo flopped onto the bed like he was collapsing.
Emphasizing how rough the booze was making it for him.
A silent protest that sex was off the table tonight.
"Hunter Sun-woo, you feeling rough?"
"...Yeeah..."
Feigning sleepiness from the oncoming drowsiness, Park Sun-woo mumbled.
To Han So-ra, who saw right through his state, it was pathetically obvious acting.
Ridiculous.
"I'll take care of everything. Just get your dick hard, Hunter Sun-woo."
"......"
Han So-ra left Park Sun-woo be and grabbed his balls.
She loved how they fit perfectly in her hand.
'I get why guys have two balls.'
Consideration for bored bitches.
That's what evolution stepped in for.
Just kneading and playing with the squishy balls...
Nothing else in the world to envy.
"You've built up a ton too, right, Hunter Sun-woo? Just enjoy—no, savor it tonight."
S-Rank Hunter Han So-ra's service.
Not everyone could get it even if they begged—why was he playing coy?
Han So-ra climbed onto Park Sun-woo's stomach.
She gripped his hot dick and pressed it to her pussy hole.
Not her first rodeo—she was skillful as hell.
Thighs interlocked, ass cheeks slapping down.
Dick inserted into pussy, pubes brushing in a high-five.
Squelch, squelch-.
Squelch-.
"Haah...!"
"......"
"......"
The thick dick hit her womb right away.
Felt like it came home—perfect fit.
Glans and womb mouth kissing, smooch smooch.
But something was off.
Han So-ra sensed a discrepancy.
'...Feels different?'
Specifically, the intensity of the pleasure was off.
Sex in the 'Room' versus out here... there was a gap.
'Not bad now, but...'
It paled compared to the 'Room'.
Han So-ra looked down at Park Sun-woo with calm, sunken eyes.
So that's the skill, huh.
'A skill that only powers up when protecting virginity? Should've checked what he had back then.'
Lukewarm was still better than nothing.
Han So-ra moved her hips.
Bouncing up and down like pounding rice, pressing her womb down on his dick.
"Haaang, ang!"
"So-ra...!"
Then the phone rang.
Han So-ra's smartphone ringtone.
"Fuck."
Han So-ra was genuinely pissed.
But she couldn't ignore it.
She mana-pulled her phone from the table.
"Lee Hae-wan?"
The clingy Lee Hae-wan.
Mask man hated him.
A fun idea popped up.
"So-ra? W-what are you doing right now..."
"Shh."
Han So-ra answered while showing it was Lee Hae-wan.
"What?"
Laughter bubbled up.
'Mask man pretending not to be while trying to thrust up?'
To let Lee Hae-wan hear her moans.
To let him know she was his woman.
"So-ra, you can't do this..."
She openly let her voice leak, asserting her presence to Lee Hae-wan.
'Fuck, so goddamn cute!'
Han So-ra clenched her pussy tight and leaned forward.
Hugged the lying Park Sun-woo and held the phone to his ear.
Then she said,
"Hunter Sun-woo, stay still. I'm on the phone."
—......!
Heavy breathing came through the receiver.
Lee Hae-wan was too shocked to speak.
On the flip side, Park Sun-woo's lips twitched wildly.
"Eup...!?"
Han So-ra didn't miss the chance.
She slammed her lips onto Park Sun-woo's as she pleased.
Smooch, smack, slurp.
"Haam, hoob..."
—S-So-ra?
"Ah, haam. You asked about my condition, right?"
—Y-yes... G-going up to floor 50 soon, your condition...
"Great. Condition's great."
Stress relief, perfectly satisfying.
"So hang up? I'm busy exercising."
—......
"Hanging up."
Her relationship with Mask man was supposed to stay out of real life—as a deviation.
But Han So-ra broke her own rule.
The reason was simple.
'I wanna get closer to Mask man.'
This seemed more fun all around.
"Eek...!"
"Hunter Sun-woo, so no other girls on your mind... I'll drain your balls empty."
Han So-ra flicked her tongue and asked,
"Ready?"
Han So-ra's hips slowly rose and fell, then pounded his crotch harder.
Plap, plap-. Plap-!
Park Sun-woo lay pinned under Han So-ra, barely breathing as she ravaged him.
He was well and truly fucked.