Chapter 96
Chapter 96
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 96
Chapter Title: S-Rank Hunter's Intuition (5)
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Han So-ra had always thought favorably of the masked man.
Even though their first encounter was rape, she figured it was pretty decent in its own way.
She didn't put much meaning into physical relationships.
As a kid, she'd been too busy scraping by to even think about it, and now there just wasn't a guy she liked enough to bother with.
She knew it wasn't that she couldn't—it was that she wouldn't—so she didn't dwell on it.
When the masked man took her virginity, she'd secretly felt relieved.
It was like someone had swooped in and picked for her while she dithered like she had decision paralysis.
'Tall, and a great body.'
She couldn't see his face because of the mask, but his overall proportions were good, and the subtle aura he gave off wasn't bad at all.
Honestly, it had been fun to look at.
The mask helped her imagination run wild, you could say.
Han So-ra painted the face of her ideal man beneath the mask and enjoyed their relationship that way.
'He said it'd be best to keep everything that happened in the room a secret.'
Her days were piling up with stress, and it was so hard to relieve the frustration.
Once she got into masturbation, it opened things up a bit, but even that didn't last long.
Her body, now accustomed to pleasure, craved something more intense.
But in real life, she couldn't pick just any guy.
The moment she got involved with one, she—an S-Rank Hunter—would be the one taking all the losses.
Whether it was just blowing off steam or sharing emotions, it was all a net negative.
And in that situation, she met him.
A man who wore a mask and raped an S-Rank Hunter—the man Han So-ra called Masked.
Sex with him was a thrill she could never have in real life.
In other words, a drug she could enjoy without paying the price.
As time passed and their encounters increased, Han So-ra started to depend on him.
She grew interested, naturally curious about him.
What did his face look like under the mask? What did he do in daily life? Had he touched any other women besides her? Curiosity bloomed.
That's why she joined the Haetae Guild.
To use one of the copied skills they'd stockpiled: Discernment.
'...Why does Hunter Sun-woo smell so familiar...?'
She caught a familiar scent from Park Sun-woo after he came back from the bathroom.
The cock smell she'd been inhaling until just moments ago, the semen scent filling her mouth and pussy.
Han So-ra knew exactly who this scent belonged to.
A sudden hypothesis flashed through her mind.
Something she'd never even considered before.
'That Masked could be right around me... I never imagined it.'
Even if he'd wiped himself down with wet wipes, it was impossible to erase every trace of the smell.
They'd gone at it until the scent soaked into his body—it'd be weirder if it was completely gone.
The foreign sensation lingering in her mouth and pussy hadn't faded yet either.
Her world was being dyed by the semen scent he'd marked her with.
'Hunter Sun-woo is Masked?'
If he weren't an S-Rank Hunter, she might have overlooked it.
The scent was that faint.
Her head spun.
Was it okay to jump to this conclusion based on just a smell?
She worried it might be rude to Park Sun-woo.
'It's definitely Masked's scent...'
Han So-ra subtly nudged Lee Hae-wan aside as she took photos next to her.
The moment she saw Park Sun-woo, her body moved on instinct.
'Did I smell wrong?'
Han So-ra wrinkled her nose and focused on her sense of smell.
She inhaled the musky odor wafting from Park Sun-woo's crotch like snorting powder.
Deep into her lungs...
The closer he got, the clearer it became.
The truth she'd tried to ignore was laid bare before her.
'......'
No way she could be mistaken.
There was only one cock scent she knew, only one man her body remembered. Han So-ra swallowed hard.
Park Sun-woo approached slowly and sat in the seat next to her.
'Hunter Sun-woo is Masked?'
Plugging Park Sun-woo into Masked's place made the puzzling questions start to unravel one by one.
'When did Masked fuck me?'
The timing matched when she'd met Park Sun-woo.
'...Masked got explosively stronger too.'
Not quite up to her toes, but still.
'Masked's growth curve and Hunter Sun-woo's growth curve.'
Both were steadily climbing graphs.
At similar times, at similar speeds.
To get Park Sun-woo into the Haetae Guild, Han So-ra had fabricated reasons.
She'd dug into his background, so she could line up the common points between Masked and Park Sun-woo.
'The mask has perception interference attached.'
His mask could fool even an S-Rank Hunter's senses.
That's why it was hard to be sure.
'...But all the clues point to Hunter Sun-woo.'
Once she committed to it, she could feel that Masked and Park Sun-woo were the same person.
99.9% certain.
'No joke, if I could just check his dick, it'd be 100%.'
She could only let out a hollow laugh.
"What were you guys talking about?"
Just ten minutes ago, he'd been pounding her pussy, kissing her cervix with his glans, going absolutely wild—and now Park Sun-woo sat next to Han So-ra, cool as a cucumber.
"Some secret talk? Things feel awkward all of a sudden, hmm..."
Not content with that, he alternated glances between Han So-ra and Lee Hae-wan, pulling an innocent, wide-eyed "I know nothing" expression.
His brazenness was off the charts.
It was so absurd she could only laugh dryly.
Did he know he'd been caught, or was he playing dumb? Sipping his coffee through a straw with that foolish face—it was kinda...
'C-cute?'
The corners of her mouth twitched upward on their own.
Han So-ra hurriedly covered her mouth to hide her expression.
Honestly, her words about killing him if he got caught weren't entirely serious.
She'd infused them with killing intent, but she hadn't really meant to kill him.
'...It was a warning not to cross the line.'
Don't act like you know me in real life. This relationship only exists in the room. That kind of meaning.
Han So-ra stared straight at Park Sun-woo.
What on earth was in this man's head?
How could anyone think their way through life and get caught so pathetically? She wondered.
'Ah...'
She hadn't even cleaned up properly.
Semen was trickling from her pussy.
Semen that Masked—no, Park Sun-woo—had shot into her.
Her mouth reeked of semen.
Park Sun-woo's scent again.
A mark he'd left because he hated how chummy she was getting with Lee Hae-wan.
'Hunter Sun-woo, you're hilarious.'
She was secretly glad to have found Masked.
Even though she'd stumbled onto it by accident, the situation felt pretty satisfying.
She'd uncovered his identity and snatched the initiative he'd held— from Han So-ra's perspective, how could she not enjoy it?
"The coffee's good."
Whether he knew or not, Park Sun-woo just slurped away at his coffee.
Han So-ra felt like she was going insane.
'Ah, isn't he just too cute?'
He shot her a sideways glance, like he was telling her to ditch Lee Hae-wan quick. It was as if Masked himself was speaking up.
'I see it all, Masked.'
Park Sun-woo seemed to think he was hiding it well, but from Han So-ra's view—knowing the full truth—every little action of his was awkward and hilarious.
It showed big time.
'...Should I play along like he wants? Or just ignore him?'
She'd completely seized the initiative.
Which meant her words no longer carried the same weight.
From the moment they shared their secrets, it had shifted halfway to her devouring him.
But not as blatantly as this.
'So-ra! Why are you looking at that bastard like that?'
Lee Hae-wan stared at the grinning Han So-ra.
He picked up on her emotional shift faster than anyone.
He knew her smiling face, sad face, angry face—all of them—so his instincts were sharp.
His hands and feet trembled.
He felt the blatant difference in how she treated him versus how she looked at Park Sun-woo.
It was infuriating and unfair.
The guy didn't even seem that handsome.
His ability? A mere D-Rank Hunter.
Not from some elite family or royalty either.
Inferior to him in every way.
So why did Han So-ra like Park Sun-woo more than him?
"Just chatting about this and that. Before Hunter Sun-woo got here, we were discussing how to tackle the 48th floor too..."
Han So-ra glanced at Lee Hae-wan as she spoke.
Signaling him to play along.
"Right. We were talking about stuff that has nothing to do with Hunter Sun-woo."
The raid team for the 48th floor would consist only of S-Rank Hunters and top-tier A-Ranks.
It was safe to call them Korea's ultimate strike force—they had to assemble it to break through the ceiling.
The higher they pushed Korea's ceiling, the more the Haetae Guild's status rose alongside it.
Once they surpassed all rivals, Haetae would become Korea's representative guild.
'...Even then, I still won't get Han So-ra.'
How could he win her favor?
Lost in that worry, Lee Hae-wan couldn't focus on the Han So-ra in front of him.
Not that she'd been looking at him in the first place...
'I have to kill him.'
Gazing at Park Sun-woo, who had Han So-ra's full attention, the thought suddenly struck him.
Why was an S-Rank Hunter in Korea's top ten bothering with a guy like that?
Why not just kill him cleanly and be done with it?
Would anyone mourn some idiot D-Rank Hunter croaking?
If an S-Rank Hunter said Park Sun-woo was throwing off her condition...
'Would anyone curse me?'
No.
'Maybe his parents would grieve.'
Not Lee Hae-wan's problem.
They half-heartedly chatted and wrapped up the meeting, each heading off to their duties.
Lee Hae-wan called in a few A-Rank Hunters from the Haetae Guild who'd been with him since his F-Rank days.