Flight to America (8)
Han Sora opened her mouth as ordered and showed the semen pooled inside.
As she parted her lips just enough, the pungent scent of night-blooming flowers hit like a wave.
Yi Haewan couldn’t endure the shock. His eyes rolled back and he passed out.
Yi Haewan has lost consciousness.
“Nice to meet you. I’m A-rank Hunter Yi Haewan.”
Four years ago, Yi Haewan had fallen for Han Sora at first sight.
Her near-ideal appearance, those full, curvaceous hips and breasts. For the first time in his life, he wanted to possess someone.
“I’m Han Sora.”
They had met on the 30th floor of the Tower. After that, they kept in casual contact, maintaining a typical professional relationship.
Yi Haewan was a tank. Han Sora was a dealer. Each of them performed their role to the best of their ability, proving their worth through remarkable growth.
“I received a rather tempting offer from the States this time, but I just can’t bring myself to abandon my Haetae Guild.”
“Is that so?”
Yi Haewan was known for his humility. Yet whenever he stood in front of Han Sora, he couldn’t stop bragging.
“I imagine you received an offer as well, Sora.”
He had practically begged her to look into it, puffing out his chest like a kindergarten kid showing his mother a gold star from the teacher.
“From America… Yes, I did.”
Han Sora had no intention of leaving for the United States. As the only remaining family for her little sister, she had to stay in Korea. Some bonds couldn’t be bought with money.
Watching her indifferent reply, Yi Haewan kept talking, stubbornly refusing to let the conversation die.
If he hadn’t been an S-rank hunter, she probably would have told him to stop bothering her hundreds of times by now. That was how blatantly and aggressively he came on to her.
“Congratulations on your promotion to S-rank. I always knew you’d get there quickly, Sora.”
“Thank you.”
Yi Haewan had reached S-rank before her. He was two years older and, in many ways, her senior. Though their actual skill levels were nearly identical.
Tanks and dealers are fundamentally different, after all.
The fields in which they shone were completely distinct. Yi Haewan had never once considered himself inferior to anyone. If anything, he believed he was ahead.
They ran into each other every time they challenged the Tower’s ceiling. Korea’s greatest forces united to break through it together.
Countless male hunters approached Han Sora—handsome ones, muscular ones, funny ones. You could see every type of man imaginable.
Males who couldn’t control their erections and kept hovering around her. To outsiders, Yi Haewan probably looked the same. But he told himself he was different.
I’m not like those shallow bastards.
He wanted to offer his virginity to the woman he loved. He wanted to give it as a gift.
He piled on every justification he could think of.
After all, it was the first time for an S-rank hunter. The woman should at least be someone decent. If he were to look for a woman in Korea who could satisfy Yi Haewan…
There was only Han Sora. The answer had been decided from the very beginning.
A woman like Han Sora deserved a perfect score. Giving her his virginity wouldn’t be a waste. He was confident he wouldn’t regret it.
What kind of man does Sora like?
She was the greatest woman in Korea. Then shouldn’t he become the greatest man in Korea as well?
He pondered how to become that man.
…A guild?
Yi Haewan had been nurturing the Haetae Guild from early on. Though he had an awkward, introverted personality, running a guild wasn’t all that difficult.
Position shapes the person. Thanks to his role as Master of the Haetae Guild, parts of his personality had changed—for the better.
The Haetae Guild he had built step by step eventually became Korea’s second-ranked guild. If they could just overtake the Joseon Guild, they would claim the top spot.
When he first created the guild, he hadn’t cared about rankings. The income didn’t seem worth the cost of reaching number one, so he figured first or second made little difference.
“Sora…”
Then he saw Han Sora join the Joseon Guild. Even though Haetae had made her an offer, she had knocked on Joseon’s door instead. That had wounded his pride.
It wasn’t that he’d never had the chance. His desire to possess her had never faded. He thought about it constantly.
If Haetae rose to number one, would she join them? Could he bring Han Sora into the Haetae Guild? Could he become the man worthy of her…?
That was why Yi Haewan had destroyed the Joseon Guild.
From the outside through achievements, from the inside through corruption—he had squeezed the Joseon Guild until it could barely breathe. The stronger Haetae became, the weaker Joseon’s influence grew. Once Haetae could fulfill Joseon’s role, the power brokers abandoned them.
And then Han Sora joined the Haetae Guild. He had finally succeeded in bringing her inside his fence.
They entered the Tower together. Even when they weren’t challenging the ceiling, they operated in the same raid party. Yi Haewan always kept her close.
Until the day he met one man.
His name was Park Seonwoo.
“Sora, you seem to be in a good mood lately?”
“Is it that obvious?”
Han Sora had changed. No matter how much of a benefactor he was for saving her little sister, wasn’t she being far too favorable toward Park Seonwoo?
She practically advertised how close they were, sticking to him at every opportunity. No one could have been more devoted. An S-rank hunter counted among Korea’s top ten, acting like that toward a mere D-rank hunter…
Yi Haewan ground his teeth audibly.
For four whole years he had gone all out trying to get closer to her, yet that effort had been overtaken in an instant. Not only that, the man had left him far behind. Just because he saved her family? Was that all it took to become this close?
Yi Haewan felt a deep sense of doubt.
I’ll kill him.
At least inside Korea, there was no one he couldn’t kill. Whether by force or by power, if he wanted someone dead, he could make it happen.
…Shut up.
He gave the order to the Third Strike Team.
“Shut up.”
“Pardon?”
Seong Jaeyun, leader of the Third Strike Team, stared at him blankly. He furrowed his brow as if to ask what the hell Yi Haewan was talking about.
“This sound. What the hell is it?”
Yi Haewan’s head throbbed from the noise ringing in his ears. It had been going on for a while now…
Chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk chibuk!
At the same time, a hot liquid splashed across his face. The stench of urine filled the air.
“Huk!”
In that instant, Yi Haewan snapped back to his senses.
And what he saw was Han Sora, completely naked, spraying a fountain straight at him.
“Haaang! Ahn!”
“Come on, Haewan. Hurry up and join us.”
Park Seonwoo thrust his cock deep inside her. That long, thick thing he had seen earlier was buried to the root. Han Sora’s mouth hung wide open, drool spilling down as she moaned shamelessly.
“Park Seonwoooooooooo! You son of a bitch!”
Yi Haewan’s cock swelled until it felt like it would burst.
Yi Haewan had passed out.
Seeing his head lolling limply, I couldn’t help thinking his mental fortitude was pathetically weak.
From my perspective, I had only cum once so far. And not even inside her pussy—just in her mouth.
When I thought about all the play still left, we had a long, long way to go. I needed to figure out how to keep my traveling companion Yi Haewan conscious until the very end. I’d have to give it some thought.
“Sora, come over here.”
Since Yi Haewan had fainted, there was no need to put on a show for him anymore.
I led Han Sora over to the mattress and sat down. The moment the spectator disappeared, she clung to me with sticky affection.
“Masked… sir, would you like me to suck you again? Earlier I was too focused on showing off for Yi Haewan, but now I can do it just for you, Masked sir.”
“I’d love that.”
I sat on the relatively low mattress and spread my legs slightly, making room for her. Han Sora crawled between my thighs on all fours and took my cock into her mouth.
“Hahm, chuuup! Lick!”
Chuuup, chuuup—!
She sucked in with fierce intensity. This wasn’t the noisy, performative fellatio meant for an audience. This was pure, devoted service meant only to please me.
She pursed her lips tightly, sucking so hard her cheeks hollowed. The soft inner walls of her mouth clung to my shaft like they wanted to pull it out by the root. Her heated palate melted my cock with wet heat.
“Sora, you were definitely a virgin until recently… When did you learn these techniques… Ugh!”
Chuuuuuuuuup!
As if telling me to stop talking and just enjoy it, Han Sora gently bit down on my cock instead of answering. Using her soft lips so her teeth wouldn’t scrape, she nibbled and sucked on the glans.
Spurt, spurt—!
My strength drained away as my climax erupted. Semen gushed out like a fountain.
Spurt, spurt, spururt!
“Mmm…”
Han Sora quickly sealed her lips around my cock, flicking the glans with her tongue to catch every drop. Gulp, gulp. Thick semen pooled inside the mouth of an S-rank hunter.
There was no one left to show it to. Han Sora swallowed my load with an audible gulp, then opened her mouth wide to prove it was gone. I stroked her hair gently and laid her down on the mattress.
“Sora, would you kill Yi Haewan for me?”
“For you, Masked sir?”
Han Sora hesitated for a moment. She didn’t say it was impossible to kill an S-rank hunter like Yi Haewan. Her tone suggested that if she set her mind to it, she could do it easily.
The problem comes after killing an S-rank hunter.
An S-rank hunter was a symbol of the nation. Even their mere existence influenced countless fields. They could be considered one of Korea’s pillars.
Killing someone like Yi Haewan would require far more resolve than simply stopping his heart.
I pulled down Han Sora’s pants. Even while thinking, she lifted her hips to help me remove them.
Her pure white panties were soaked through, turning a translucent gray. Her thick, feminine scent wafted up strongly. I gently stroked the front of her panties and asked again, meeting her eyes with what I hoped was a sorrowful gaze.
“I don’t have the power to kill him myself. Will you do it?”
“…I want to kill Yi Haewan too. That man saw my naked body. We’ll keep running into each other during hunter activities, and I don’t have the nerve to smile and greet him like nothing happened. I’d rather just kill him and be done with it.”
“……”
“But since you’re the one asking, Masked sir… how should I put it?”
Han Sora’s lips curved into a sly smile. Mischief sparkled brightly in her eyes.
“I don’t feel like doing it for free anymore.”
“…What do you want?”
“You won’t show me your face if I ask, right?”
“I’d rather die by Yi Haewan’s blade.”
“That is absolutely not allowed. Hmm, what would be acceptable then…”
“……”
It was obvious she was only pretending to think. She had already decided what she wanted.
“Then…”
Han Sora’s lips parted slightly. I swallowed hard, waiting to hear what price she would demand for killing Yi Haewan.
“Wear the mask and tie, and meet me in the real world. Not in the Room.”
“…Weren’t you the one who said you’d kill me if I showed up?”
“I won’t kill you. You have that protective barrier anyway, don’t you? I couldn’t kill you even if I tried. I literally can’t.”
“……”
The barrier only worked inside the Trainer’s Room. If we met in the real world, I would be nothing but a punching bag to an S-rank hunter like Han Sora.
Still… if it’s to finish off Yi Haewan.
If I couldn’t end him, I would die anyway. Accepting Sora’s help was inevitable. I nodded.
“I’ll decide the time and place. One week from now, in New York…”
Han Sora grinned as she named the exact time and location.
See? She had it all planned out already.
I could only let out a helpless laugh.