Chapter 409
Chapter 409
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 409
Chapter Title: The Strange World of Hunters
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“Eek! Haaah!”
Blood from her ruptured hymen poured out of her pussy. Han A-young’s face twisted up. But it wasn’t from pain. On the contrary, she was enjoying the sex.
Her reaction was much better than I’d expected.
I moved my hips leisurely. My cock stretched her tight pussy walls, the head scraping along them as it gathered her juices.
Every time my cock plunged in and out, wet squelching sounds filled the living room.
Han A-young’s flushed face turned bashful, and she lifted her left arm to cover her eyes. But to me, that only made her look hotter. As her arm rose, her pale breasts and smooth underarm came into view. More than that, she was peeking at me through the gap in her arm, pretending not to.
“Haa… Haht…”
As I moved slowly, Han A-young started to settle in. Even without me doing anything, her thighs spread wider to the sides. Her body was instinctively craving pleasure.
“A-young noona. Does it feel good?”
“……Hnght.”
Han A-young turned her head to the side. Too embarrassed to answer. I gradually picked up the pace of my hips while grabbing her face, forcing her to look straight at me.
“Answer me, noona. It feels good, right?”
“It… it feels good. Ahng…”
“Noona’s pussy feels good too.”
“Ah!”
I leaned forward and kissed her. Han A-young didn’t push me away; she responded eagerly. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, moving slick and sticky.
Soon, her pussy walls clenched tight. I timed it perfectly, pulling her body close and starting to cum deep inside her pussy.
“Ah, aaah…! I can feel it coming in. Haaa…”
“Cumming this hard on your first time. Noona really has a talent for sex.”
“……Are you saying I’m like a slut?”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“Mmph… Smack.”
I grabbed one of her cheeks and kissed her again.
After that, things progressed smoothly. Growing accustomed to sex, she started wanting me more aggressively. We lost track of time, completely immersed in each other’s bodies.
Slap!
A red handprint bloomed on Han A-young’s pale ass.
“Ack! Don’t hit me! Ahng!”
“Why not? Your pussy squeezes so tight when I spank you. Doesn’t that mean you like it?”
“There’s no way I like getting hit… Aaaaah!”
I gripped the hips of her on all fours on the bed and thrust my cock in hard. Thwack-thwack. Her body jolted with every slap of flesh. Her hanging breasts swung, nipples brushing the bed, while her wet white hair swayed atop her slender waist.
“Ah. Noona. I’m gonna cum.”
“Hnnng~!”
As soon as I finished cumming inside and pulled out, Han A-young’s body went limp, collapsing onto the massage bed. Her arms and legs dangled off the edges. She looked like a spent frog sprawled out.
Han A-young’s pussy was a wreck. Swollen bright red, semen endlessly leaking from her gaping hole.
Even her white pubic hair was soaked. Though its color made it hard to tell if it was cum or her juices.
I gently stroked her body. Aftercare after sex was important too.
Though I’m not fully satisfied yet.
Three hours into sex, my cock was still raring to go.
I touched her underarm and side boob.
“……Bathroom.”
“Huh?”
“I need to go to the bathroom.”
“It’s right next door. Can’t move?”
“…Don’t wanna.”
I got it.
Right after orgasms—no, after more than twenty of them—she wouldn’t want to move. Her body felt like a thousand pounds, her mind floating somewhere in the ether.
I decided to help her. I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom, setting her on the toilet.
“Ahh…”
I spread her legs wide from the front. Milky semen slowly dripped from her pussy beneath the thick white bush.
“……You gonna leave?”
Han A-young frowned at me. I brazenly stood my ground.
“Come on, noona. We’ve seen everything already. Is it a big one?”
“It’s small. Get out first.”
I grinned and stayed put, so she sighed. As she tried to close her legs, I grabbed her thighs and held them open.
If she were in her normal state, no chance. But right now, she wasn’t.
“Haa…”
Han A-young let out a sigh of defeat. She ended up doing her business with her legs spread, and I chuckled.
“Noona. I’ll wipe you.”
“No need for that… Ahng…”
I rubbed tissue against her pussy. It grew damp with each wipe. Semen kept flowing out from inside.
I wiped her enough, then hugged her close. Not to the living room—to the bedroom. I tossed Han A-young onto the bed.
“Wh-what? I’m at my limit now. I can’t do more. It even hurts there.”
Han A-young pulled the nearby blanket over herself.
I slipped under the covers.
“Round two. Just once more.”
“……Just once.”
I buried my face in her chest, and she hugged my head.
The final day of the bet.
We’d already finished the massage and sex.
Han A-young and I lay languidly on the bed. She pillowed her head on my right shoulder, idly stroking my firm chest. I quietly fondled her ass in return.
“Noona. The bet ends today. You know that, right?”
“Huh? Yeah. I know.”
“So, what’s the verdict? My massage helped, didn’t it?”
“……”
Han A-young wore a thoughtful expression.
Our bet hinged on her decision. If she said my massage didn’t help, I’d break up cleanly with Han Ha-rin. If I won, our relationship continued.
One more thing.
If she said it didn’t help, our relationship ended too. Han A-young knew that.
“……I…”
Her lips trembled. She was agonizing over it.
Let me ease that worry a bit.
I reached out, gently caressing her face. My lips met her moist ones. They pressed together, tongues entwining.
After a brief kiss, Han A-young sighed.
“…I lost the bet.”
Having tasted sex with me, she couldn’t easily let go. I grinned and pulled her body close.
“Since I won, you’ll acknowledge my relationship with Ha-rin sunbae, right?”
“…Honestly, I don’t want to. If you break it off with Ha-rin… I’ll be your… sex friend instead.”
“Noona. We’re already sex friends.”
“Haht…”
I buried my face in her nape.
Jang Go-jun stepped out of a high-end restaurant after a late breakfast and took a short walk.
A good meal followed by a stroll was his hobby—and his way of relieving stress.
But while walking, he ran into Han A-young, a guildmate and colleague. She wore a hat and sunglasses, but Jang Go-jun recognized her instantly.
She wasn’t alone, though. A young man he’d never seen was walking beside her—his hand casually on her shoulder, no less.
Jang Go-jun’s heart sank. The Han A-young he knew didn’t let men touch her easily. He himself had no memory of ever getting that close with her.
“Ah, A-young?”
“…Jang Go-jun?”
Han A-young’s gaze turned to him. Jang Go-jun schooled his expression. He didn’t know yet. The guy could be a relative.
“Uh, A-young. I just finished breakfast… Who’s that with you? Relative?”
Jang Go-jun thought he sounded natural enough, but his voice trembled slightly.
“Yu-jin’s… my little sister’s friend. We’re heading back after breakfast too, like you.”
“Nice to meet you. Sung Yu-jin.”
“Sung Yu-jin… Ah, I’ve heard of you. One of those hot young hunters making waves lately. I’m Jang Go-jun, A-rank hunter in the same Suwol Guild as A-young.”
Jang Go-jun extended his right hand, and Sung Yu-jin dropped his arm from Han A-young’s shoulder to shake it.
“Honored to meet you.”
Jang Go-jun gripped hard. Sung Yu-jin winced and yelped.
“Argh!”
“Jang Go-jun! What the hell?”
Han A-young startled and slapped his wrist away.
“S-sorry. It just… slipped out.”
Jang Go-jun flinched. This wasn’t what he wanted. He’d meant to assert dominance, but he hadn’t expected her hostility.
“Don’t you know hunters shouldn’t use strength recklessly?”
“……”
Jang Go-jun had nothing to say. Any words would just sound like excuses, and he knew how pathetic that was.
“Yu-jin. Is your hand okay?”
“Yeah. It’s fine, but…”
Han A-young took his hand in both of hers, massaging it. Jealousy surged in Jang Go-jun.
“Noona. It’s a bit tough after all. Let’s rest a sec.”
“Rest? There’s no cafe here. Resting on the street’s kinda weird, no?”
“There’s that place.”
“That place…”
Jang Go-jun looked where Sung Yu-jin pointed and jolted. A motel.
Inside, he smirked at Sung Yu-jin. Knowing Han A-young’s personality, she’d shut it down flat, and he’d be dumped on the spot.
But things didn’t go as he thought.
“…Yeah. Okay. A quick rest sounds fine.”
“Decided? Let’s go, noona.”
Sung Yu-jin draped his right arm over Han A-young’s shoulder again. His fingertips brushed her ample breast.
Jang Go-jun froze like stone. The old Han A-young would’ve iced him solid, but now she ignored it.
“Go-jun. We’re off.”
“…Huh? Oh. Yeah. See you later.”
Han A-young and Sung Yu-jin entered the motel. To anyone watching, they looked like a deeply intimate couple.
Jang Go-jun stood rooted. The shock was too much. After ten minutes, he moved—but instead of home, he went to the billiards hall across the street.
He sat blankly by the window overlooking the motel entrance.
They’re just resting a bit. Won’t stay long.
Resting at a motel was odd, but he ignored it. He clung to his last shred of hope.
But as time dragged on, his face grew grave. After two hours, he looked ill.
Six hours passed.
Jang Go-jun chewed his lips. His legs shook like a motor.
They must’ve just slept. Fell asleep accidentally while resting. Six hours wouldn’t make sense if that was the goal.
Finally, Han A-young and Sung Yu-jin emerged. As intimate as when they entered—maybe more so.
They walked a bit, then stopped. Gazing deeply into each other’s eyes. Drawing closer.
No! Impossible!
Jang Go-jun shot up. He glared daggers at them. But he couldn’t stop it.
Their faces overlapped. A kiss in front of the motel.
That bastard…!
Jang Go-jun saw it clearly. Sung Yu-jin’s hand naturally groping her ass, the other slipping under her top to fondle her breast.
The short kiss ended.
Seeing Han A-young’s face, Jang Go-jun’s legs gave out. He slumped to the floor.
She wore an expression he’d never seen—a woman in love. He’d imagined it countless times. But seeing it for another man tore him apart.
Why would A-young go for a guy like that…?
Jang Go-jun had to admit his love was over.