Pheromone Monster
World Hunter Association headquarters. On the eleventh floor of the main building, a man and a woman sat facing each other.
Selina, a long platinum-blonde woman from the Intelligence Division, slid a file across the table to Volta, the Hispanic captain of Special Unit 3.
"This is everything we have on Juji Boshi and the people around him."
"Juji Boshi, huh… I still don't get it. The guy's a bit of a nutjob, sure, but I don't see him as a threat to the world."
"Didn't you watch the press conference earlier?"
"I did. It was hilarious. Funniest thing I've seen in ages—better than most comedy shows."
"Juji Boshi has no business being in politics."
Selina habitually swept a lock of hair back from her shoulder. Her face was as rigid as the wrinkle-free suit she wore.
"Honestly, I still don't understand. Why claim Juji Boshi is a threat to the world? He might go off the rails, but at the end of the day he's just an ordinary civilian. Even if he loses it completely, other people aren't idiots—they're not going to sit around and let him do whatever he wants."
"I don't know the details either. As you're aware, my ability only gives me a vague sense of future incidents and accidents."
"Too vague—that's the problem. Future Juji Boshi starting a world war… It's so absurd I can only laugh."
"It wouldn't be an ordinary world war. Every hunter on the planet would be dragged onto the battlefield. The world would be left in ruins."
Volta leaned back crookedly in his chair and flipped through the documents.
"If we're going to impeach this bastard, we'll have to use Blue Cad."
"Provide them with discreet support."
"What a pain in the ass of a mission."
"We have to get Juji Boshi impeached before it's too late."
"Can't we just assassinate him?"
"You're talking about assassinating the President of the United States? Bold of you."
"Joke. Pull a stunt like that and losing our jobs would be the least of our worries. But does it really have to be now?"
"Have you already forgotten the lesson from the China incident?"
"That was out of our hands. The Chinese government refused to cooperate at all—there was nothing we could do."
"And China's economy got wrecked."
"China's recovering fast. And that cult last time… Gwangwon Sect, was it? Your prediction was completely off then. We never even got involved and the whole thing resolved itself. Honestly, that one was pretty far-fetched. An Evil God appearing and destroying the world… Just thinking about it again makes me want to laugh."
"It wasn't far-fetched. The matter was resolved easily, but… the Evil God is real. The existence of the Gwangwon Sect is proof. You saw for yourself that they were using strange powers."
"Who said I don't believe in the Evil God? What I find ridiculous is the idea that it would destroy our world. Our world isn't weak enough to fall to some Evil God."
"……."
Selina closed her mouth.
Back then she had felt the end of the world breathing down her neck; she couldn't share Volta's optimism.
"Anyway, I'll carry out the mission."
Volta picked up the file and stood. Before leaving the room he glanced back at Selina.
"By the way, I heard there were signs of outside interference during the cult incident. Any idea who that someone was?"
"I have no way of knowing. My ability only lets me vaguely sense dangerous future events and accidents."
"…Don't beat yourself up too much. Your power has already saved the world more than once. And who knows—someday it might evolve."
"I'm not blaming myself. I simply… do what I have to do."
Screeeech.
The car came to a halt in a place packed with buildings. For all the structures around us, the area was dim and gloomy. Looking at the rundown buildings, it clearly wasn't a good neighborhood.
"Get out! We have to shake the trackers here!"
Sophia scrambled out and sprinted between the buildings. I followed right behind her. After running for a while she ducked into the basement of one of the structures.
"Hah… hah…"
She gasped for air, sweat pouring off her. I was perfectly fine; I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and held it out to her.
"Here."
"…Thanks."
She wiped her face with the handkerchief. I pretended to look around while sneaking glances at her.
"…So where is this, anyway? Your place?"
"As if I could go home in a situation like this. This is a workshop Blue Cad provided. It's safe from tracking."
A computer on a table, a worn wooden chair, a single bed, a tiny kitchen with a mini-fridge.
It felt less like a studio apartment and more like a high-end goshiwon room.
Sophia immediately sat down at the computer and started hammering the keys. I sat on the bed. It didn't look like much, but it was new, so it was decent enough.
"…I contacted Blue Cad. They're checking things on their end… They said they'll need time before they can send us any information. So…"
Sophia spun the chair around to face me. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of her neck.
Her eyes held a mix of wariness, fear, and excitement.
"You said your name was Kyle, right?"
"Yes. Kyle."
"What's your last name?"
"Man… Haha. Just kidding—don't glare at me like that. I don't have one. Kyle's an alias."
She stared at me like I was unbelievable. Then, as if she were hot, she shrugged off her coat and tossed it aside. Her damp blouse clung to her body, outlining every curve.
Maybe it was because she'd already had a child. Looking closely, there was a bit of soft flesh. That didn't make her unattractive—if anything, the fuller figure only stoked my lust. Especially those E-cup breasts; they had a slight droop that made them look incredibly soft.
"You're not going to tell me your real name, are you?"
"No. And I don't think my real name is all that important."
"……Are you a hunter?"
"I might not be."
"Why did you help me?"
I'd killed the bartender in a fit of temper. It was Kyle's face, and this wasn't Korea, so I'd just done it. But I didn't tell her the truth.
"Because I wanted to help you, Sophia."
Sophia's lips parted and closed several times, as if she were about to say something and then thought better of it.
"…Do you know who that bartender was?"
"Who?"
"He belonged to a mafia organization Juji Boshi uses a lot. An awakened criminal. The mafia's probably looking for us right now."
"I see. So killing the bartender won't cause any major problems?"
"Right. He had plenty of dirt on him. Juji Boshi won't be able to make this public either. But you're awfully calm. Aren't you scared?"
"Not really."
"……Why did you help me?"
"That's the same question as before. And my answer's the same. I just wanted to help you, so I did."
Sophia let out a breath. It wasn't from being out of breath—it was a hotter sigh rising from somewhere lower. I could sense the lust. The Pheromone Burst Perfume was doing its job perfectly.
"If I asked you to keep helping me… would you?"
"Hmm. For about a week?"
Silence settled between us for a moment. She seemed to be turning something over carefully in her mind.
"……You've been staring at my chest this whole time. Your ulterior motives are obvious."
"I'm looking at your face and your ass too."
"……."
"Sophia. Isn't just sitting here getting boring?"
"I have so much to do that my head's a mess."
"It's not something you have to do right this second. You need a change of pace. How about a little game with me?"
"What kind of game?"
"Rock-paper-scissors. Loser takes off one piece of clothing."
After a stretch of silence, Sophia answered.
"…That's not fair. You're an A-Class Awakened. I've heard top-tier Awakened can read rock-paper-scissors with their dynamic vision."
"True enough. Then how about this? You've got paper and pens, right? We write our choices down and reveal them at the same time."
"That works. Shall we start?"
Sophia pulled two pens and some paper from the desk drawer. She tore the paper and handed me a piece.
The first round was my loss. I wrote rock; she wrote paper.
"I… I won."
"Ah, losing right from the start. My luck's terrible today."
"You haven't forgotten the penalty, have you?"
"Of course not."
Sophia watched me with expectant eyes. No doubt about it—she was already drunk on the pheromone perfume. I could have pinned her down right then and she wouldn't have resisted. But I wanted to savor this situation a little longer.
I leisurely peeled off one of my right socks.
"Starting with a sock?"
"Socks are clothes. No rule against it."
"I know that. I'm just surprised. I thought someone like you would go straight for the shirt."
The second round was my win with scissors.
"……Could we count the coat I already took off as the penalty?"
"Normally no… but if you do ten squats, I'll allow it."
"Ten squats… Not bad."
She stood up and started doing squats.
The room was so small I could feel her breath on me.
When she finished she sat back down in the chair.
The game continued. Once we were both barefoot, it was finally time for real clothes.
"…I lost."
Sophia boldly pulled off her top. A beige bra supported her full breasts.
"…Whew. Looks like I'm the first one naked."
I slid off my underwear and sat on the bed. I made no attempt to hide my rock-hard cock. Sophia, still in her bra and panties, stared straight at it.
"…Is the game over here?"
"Let's keep going."
"You don't have anything left to take off."
"If I lose, I'll do whatever you tell me."
"…Not bad."
Heavenly Eye
I activated Heavenly Eye. Shifting my viewpoint, I watched what Sophia wrote on the paper.
She wrote scissors; I wrote rock.
"I win."
"You don't have to pressure me—I'll take it off."
Sophia unhooked her bra. Her large breasts swayed free. The slightly drooping tips were crowned with pink nipples already stiff and erect. A little lower, a soft roll of belly rested above her panties.
"L-Let's keep going."
She said.
I won that round too. Flushed with arousal, she reddened. Bending forward, she slowly slid her panties down. Her pussy was completely bare—a smooth white mound. Between the fabric and her folds, a glistening trail of fluid caught the light.
She sat on the chair; I sat on the bed. We stared at each other's naked bodies.
"W-We're both out of clothes… Are we still playing?"
"We are. We can just change the penalty. Loser does whatever the winner says."
I won again.
She looked at me with eyes full of anticipation.
"Spread your legs and show me your pussy up close."
Sophia opened her legs and pushed her hips toward me. Her pussy was pink. The color was pretty, but the shape was lewd—thick outer lips hanging open. Clear juices were already dripping from between them.
"……Is that enough?"
"Yes. Let's continue."
I deliberately lost.
Victorious, Sophia shot up from the chair.
"Stay still."
She dropped to her knees on the floor and took my cock into her mouth.