Chapter 151
Chapter 151
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 151
Chapter Title: Dungeon Survival
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“Hngh...”
Ten minutes into actively using Heightened Sensitivity, intermittent moans would occasionally slip from Han Ha-rin's lips.
I never could've imagined such sounds coming from her back in the day. My cock was already half-erect, stirred by the excitement in her voice.
Good thing I wore the loosest clothes I could find. Still, with how big it is, I've gotta be careful...
I massaged her arms and the back of her neck before pulling my hands away.
My breathing was ragged, and my face glistened with sweat. It was only natural to be exhausted after continuously channeling mana and Heightened Sensitivity.
And that's exactly what I'm aiming for.
The special mana massage I'd described to Han Ha-rin was all about stimulating the entire body with secret formula oil and mana to awaken her mana.
I'd lied, claiming that only I knew the formula for the oil and that the massage required such precise mana control it was like walking on water. If I kept going without breaking a sweat, she'd suspect something for sure.
Can't give her even a sliver of doubt.
The massage was just getting started. No room for slip-ups.
“Sunbae, please lie face down.”
Her response came a beat later.
“...Okay.”
Han Ha-rin pushed herself up and lay flat on her stomach.
Her face was flushed red, damp with sweat. She was breathing through her mouth instead of her nose—a clear sign that Heightened Sensitivity was working, flooding her with sexual arousal and pleasure.
Heightened Sensitivity is one hell of a skill. Even you can't hold back your excitement.
Han Ha-rin glanced at me. I was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily—anyone could see I was worn out.
I stood at an angle. Couldn't let her spot my partial erection.
She's gotta see me as the real deal now.
I put on an innocent face, free of any ulterior motives, and reached for her feet again.
I massaged between every toe. No bad smells or anything like that. If anything, she smelled faintly sweet—probably from showering before coming over.
“Sunbae, how is it? Feeling anything?”
“...Who knows.”
A vague answer.
Perfect. She was mistaking the arousal from Heightened Sensitivity for the effects of the mana massage.
“Doesn't your body feel a bit hot? More sensitive?”
“Yeah. It does feel kinda warm.”
“That's the effect kicking in properly. No need to worry or dislike it. Just accept it as it is. Closing your eyes and focusing on the heat building inside is a good way, too.”
I was basically telling her to shut her eyes.
Staring at me with those eyes made me tense. Everything else was fine, but she couldn't catch sight of my bulging cock.
“Got it.”
But instead of closing her eyes, she kept them open. I clicked my tongue inwardly and moved my hands to her thighs.
Damn, I just wanna touch that bare skin...
The shorts hugging her thighs were infuriatingly in the way.
“Hold on. Aren't your hands going too high?”
“...Ah, sorry. Got too into it. The special mana massage covers the whole body, so... My apologies.”
“Watch it from now on.”
“Yes.”
Han Ha-rin had a sixth sense for when my hands crept too high, shutting me down instantly.
Haven't even reached her hips yet... Come on.
To soothe my regret, I gripped her waist. Her sweat-soaked T-shirt clung to her skin. No bare flesh, but I could make out her toned abs.
Man, what an S-line. S-line perfection.
Suppressing the urge to grope her breasts, I moved to her underarms.
Wanna brush the side of her tits subtly... Not yet, though.
As disappointed as I was, I poured my focus into massaging her underarms.
“Ha-ut...”
“Yes?”
“...Nothing. Haa...”
Han Ha-rin's breathing grew especially ragged.
Sensing it was working, I massaged her underarms even more intently.
“Haa, why focus on the underarms?”
“They're reacting the most. The special mana massage targets responsive areas with extra care.”
“...Ngh.”
Han Ha-rin bit her lower lip. Tension rippled through her body. Her back arched slightly, toes curling. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed tightly.
Soon, her body twitched in small spasms.
She'd climaxed from the prolonged stimulation of Heightened Sensitivity.
“Haa... Haa...”
“......”
I massaged her forearms, desperately pretending not to notice.
Couldn't let on that I'd seen her orgasm. It'd make things awkward, and she might refuse future massages.
After kneading down to her fingers, I spoke up.
“Sunbae.”
“...Yeah?”
Her face looked utterly languid, her voice drowsy. She was savoring the afterglow for a while.
“Could you bring your arms and legs together for a sec?”
“...Why?”
“For the massage. Different positions make it more effective.”
What a load of crap. I just wanted to see her in another pose.
Han Ha-rin started drawing her limbs in.
“Hands on your navel. Oh, and keep your forearms flush against your sides.”
Her full breasts naturally stood out. I massaged her shoulders while sneaking peeks, acting like I wasn't looking.
“Now, get into downward cat pose. You know cat pose, right?”
“Yeah.”
Cat pose was a yoga position—chest and waist down, hips up.
Doggy style, basically.
I massaged her calves, stealing glances at her massive ass. Round and firm like a full moon.
And at its center... I couldn't tear my eyes from her crotch and asshole.
...She's wet.
There was a pinky-finger-sized stain on her blue training shorts right at her pussy. I hadn't touched it with wet hands or spilled any water.
Only one reason for it to be wet: her pussy juices.
Just one orgasm and she's soaked like that? Ha-rin must be a squirter.
Training shorts meant panties underneath—and those had to be a total mess.
I glanced at her head. Lost in the afterglow, she breathed evenly, unmoving. No sign she'd look back.
Gauging her, I held my breath and brought my face to her ass. My nose hovered 1cm from her pussy. I inhaled quietly. The lewd scent of a bitch in heat filled my senses.
Fuck! I wanna rip those pants off and pound her right now!
But I couldn't. I wiped sweat from my brow and resumed the massage.
“Mind if I massage your head now?”
“Why the head?”
“Special mana massage covers the whole body—from head to toe.”
“The face too?”
“Yes. Face massages are common. But... it includes the inside of the mouth. That okay?”
“Inside the mouth?”
Han Ha-rin's face scrunched up. Fair enough—even I'd think it was weird.
It was weird.
I just wanted to touch her tongue, one of her erogenous zones. I'd already gotten her underarms, and her left nipple was impossible. Tongue was the most feasible.
“It's better to stimulate the inside with mana massage. You know mana can strengthen teeth and tongues, right?”
“I know. It works on hair too. Still, skip the mouth.”
“Okay.”
Hiding my disappointment, I reached for her flushed face.
Her facial contours pressed into my palm. Even without looking, the feel alone told me how beautiful she was.
I groped her a bit more before ending the session.
“...Phew. All done.”
I gripped the bed's edge, head bowed. Sweat dripped from my chin.
My mouth tasted bitter. It wasn't an act—I was genuinely beat. My mana had run dry twenty minutes ago, and the reckless use of Heightened Sensitivity left my body leaden.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Special mana massage takes a ton of focus, so it wears you out after. I'll recover with some rest.”
I wanted to use Complete Recovery but held back. The sweat proved my effort.
A mana-using hunter like me, totally spent. If she had any sense, she'd see it as professional dedication.
That's how I get further next time.
Han Ha-rin was still wary. To touch her tits and pussy, I needed to ease that suspicion.
Make her trust me.
We'd built some rapport through massages, but it was just the beginning.
“I'll head out.”
“Okay, sunbae.”
I staggered as I saw her off.
The stagger was for show.
???
Han Ha-rin, Eun Sang-min, and I gathered in front of the D-rank dungeon.
Dungeon Survival Reprise involved teams surviving inside. Teamwork was essential. No matter my beef with Eun Sang-min, we had to sync up.
“Looking forward to it, Leader.”
Eun Sang-min said to me.
“...Yes. Same here, sunbae.”
I replied.
As he'd said before, he planned to treat me as team leader.
His clingy attitude toward Han Ha-rin had sobered up. Still, I kept my guard up against him.
He might backstab me when Ha-rin's not looking.
It didn't happen.
The hunt went smoothly.
No tank on our team.
Eun Sang-min wasn't a tank. He wielded a sword as a dealer—same position as me.
Han Ha-rin was a dealer too. A ranged one attacking from the back. She could also restrict enemy movement with gravity or lighten allies' for support.
Teamwork's iffy, but balance is decent.
Both Eun Sang-min and I could use mana, filling the tank role somewhat.
Dungeon Survival's just rookies competing. How many can use mana?
Our team had two: me and Eun Sang-min. Objectively, we were top contenders.
We ate dinner together before parting. Even the icy Han Ha-rin joined—basic social life, after all.
“Sunbae, straight to my place for the massage?”
“...No. Let me stop by home first.”
Day five of massages.
Her wariness had eased a tad; she wore even shorter shorts than before, exposing half her thighs.
Not that I can touch her ass or tits yet.
I was content she'd grown more accepting of my touch. Progress.
Still a bit behind schedule. By now, she should've been naked, panting under my hands...
I needed a trigger. Pressing her waist firmly with both hands, I spoke.
“Sunbae.”
“...Yeah?”
“I've been thinking... Wanna spar with me one-on-one?”
“......”
Han Ha-rin stared at me, probably weighing options in her head.
She nodded soon enough.
“Sure. Let's spar.”
It was no loss for her—pure gain. I was stronger, so sparring with a superior honed her skills. Hunters and civilians alike knew that.
“Stop.”
“Yes?”
“Your hand was heading toward my chest.”
“Oh, really? S-Sorry. Got too focused and...”
Tch.
Shouldn't it be time to let me cop a feel on those tits by now?