Trainee 101: Han Hye-ji
My top-of-the-line sedan slowly pushed through the heavy iron gates of the M.I.L.F. Special Officer Academy.
The tires sang a pleasant friction against the asphalt of the parade ground as I brought the car to a stop. An old man waiting at the guard post by the gate recognized my model and license plate at once and came clacking over in his dress shoes in a frantic hurry.
The greasy middle-aged man in a suit bent at a full ninety degrees the instant the door opened, sweat pouring off him.
"Welcome! Welcome, Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk!"
"Yeah, yeah… I'm Kang Joo-hyuk. And you are?"
I stepped out, sliding my sunglasses down just a fraction as I asked the question with open irritation. The man dabbed furiously at the beads of sweat on his forehead with a handkerchief and bowed even lower.
"I am Noh In-goo, the principal assigned to this school! It is the honor of my entire family to welcome the world's only SSS-rank hero as our head instructor!"
I gave his sycophantic face a once-over and nodded vaguely.
The principal wiped his brow with the same hand, then waved wildly toward the physical-training coach who was drilling the students in the center of the parade ground.
A whistle shrieked through the air. Dozens of married-woman trainees who had been jogging around the field in a sweat snapped into a single, perfectly ordered line.
Together with the principal I climbed the high platform that overlooked the entire parade ground.
He seized the microphone at the center of the stage and began spitting into it.
"Ahem! Mic check! Trainees, attention! From today onward, Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk will take full charge of your overall combat education and mana care! There is not a single citizen of the Republic of Korea—no, of the entire world—who does not know this man's name. As you are all aware, he is the world's sole SSS-rank hunter who conquered the First Tower alone…"
While the principal's long, tedious praise and introduction boomed through the amplifiers, I leisurely scanned the faces and voluptuous bodies of the dozens of married women lined up below the platform, my gaze sliding behind the dark lenses of my sunglasses.
The curves that pressed against their tight black training uniforms possessed a density and volume utterly different from those of unmarried girls. Steeply rising breasts, hips made heavier and more elastic by childbirth and housework, and above all the air itself was thick with their unique, electric, sticky scent of mature flesh—an intimate fragrance that filled the entire field.
It was a dense body scent that no young girl could ever produce, the exclusive perfume of ripe married women.
The moment that rich aroma brushed my nose, the massive twin between my legs stirred and slowly lifted its head.
I was glad I had worn the sunglasses.
If the Association had asked me to train greenhorn boys or unmarried women, I would have thrown their fortune back in their faces and refused without a second thought.
But this place… this was paradise prepared especially for me.
"…And now, a few words from Head Instructor Kang Joo-hyuk!"
At last the principal's endless eulogy ended and the microphone passed into my hand.
Dozens of pairs of hot, curious eyes belonging to married women locked onto me on the platform as one.
In their gazes—curiosity, admiration, and a secret expectation—were tangled together as they looked upon the legendary SSS-rank hunter who was also a young and attractive man.
I brought the microphone close to my lips and spoke in a low, intense voice.
"There's only one thing I want to say to all of you here…"
Silence fell. Even the wind seemed to hold its breath as everyone swallowed and waited for my next words.
"Obey every single word I say. Absolutely."
The blunt, almost violent declaration finished, and a wave of murmuring rippled through the crowd of married women below the platform.
"That's all."
Without so much as a glance back I tossed the microphone against the principal's chest and walked down from the stage.
The principal looked flustered and at a loss, but my overwhelming presence kept him from daring to protest.
I was heading for the instructors' office through the shaded corridor behind the platform when a voice stopped me.
"Excuse me! Hunter Kang Joo-hyuk—!"
The voice was coquettish, dripping with raw sex appeal.
I halted and turned. A long-haired glamorous woman stood there, the zipper of her training top deliberately pulled low enough to bare the deep valley of her cleavage. Her eyes were heavy with lewd allure and thick makeup.
"Hello! Let me introduce myself properly. I'm Trainee 101, Han Hye-ji."
I looked at her in silence and gave the barest nod.
As if she had been waiting for exactly that, Han Hye-ji closed the distance at once and wrapped both hands tightly around my forearm. Then, with calculated subtlety, she pressed her enormous, bursting breasts against my arm and rubbed them back and forth.
"I've been a total fan ever since you first ranked up to S-rank, Joo-hyuk! Every time you appeared on the news my heart would race so hard I couldn't stand it."
That was roughly when I had begun to become world-famous, so she wasn't lying.
The soft, hot weight of her full breasts against my arm was so plush and scorching that the pleasure I had tasted in bed earlier that morning flared back to life along my veins.
"Um… whenever you have time, let's meet just the two of us. I really, really want to receive personal instruction and hear all about those legendary skills of yours…"
She whispered the words into my ear, her voice thick with aegyo and a nasal whine, and shot me a meaningful look.
It was an open offer to lobby with her body.
"Fine. Later."
I answered curtly and brushed her hands off, about to turn away.
Then, from a corner of the parade ground where a group of fellow trainees were chatting, one person alone completely seized my gaze.
Long, glossy black hair that swayed with every movement; a long, slender body that the training uniform could not hide; and a chest and hip line that rose with ideal, smooth perfection.
She felt my stare, turned her head, and looked straight at me. Then she smiled the same kind, lovely smile from my old memories and spoke.
"It really was you, Kang Joo-hyuk. It's been so long."
Ah…
It was her.
Back in high school, before I had even awakened, when I was nothing more than a worthless little bread shuttle… the class president who had been the only one to shield me and protect me while the bullies beat me up—Yoon Ji-su.
For all three years of high school I had been madly in love with her. But at her side there had always been the most popular, best-looking guy in school, and the two of them had been a couple.
All I could do was watch her back from a distance, suffer in silence every night, and jerk off alone. That was how my pathetic high-school life had ended.
"Yoon Ji-su…"
She had only grown a little older; the mature fragrance of a woman had deepened, yet her clear features and that pure yet glamorous body had barely changed at all.
"How… how are you here?"
She answered with a bitter yet affectionate smile.
"I awakened out of nowhere not long after giving birth. It still feels surreal."
She adjusted the training gloves in her hands and continued.
"I heard they gather all the awakened married women into this officer academy for training. Honestly, leaving my newborn behind to come here breaks my heart… but as a mother I have to save this world for the sake of the one my child will live in."
Exactly the kind of thing Yoon Ji-su would say.
Back in high school, when I had been crying after a beating from the delinquents, she had told me in that same crisp, upright tone, "Men don't cry. You have to be strong."
But… the me of now was no longer that pitiful bread shuttle.
"Ah… right. Do your best."
To hide the strange inferiority and the twisted desire writhing deep in my chest, I offered the coldest, most indifferent greeting I could manage and walked away.
I entered the first-floor restroom of the main building, turned on the faucet, and washed my face with cold water. I glared at the reflection in the mirror and clenched my teeth.
I'm not the pathetic Kang Joo-hyuk from back then. I'm not the bread shuttle who got beaten in a corner and drooled on the floor.
I was now the one and only SSS-rank hunter who had saved this world, the absolute being who held every power and fortune on Earth in his hands.
And Yoon Ji-su—you were nothing more than a worthless married-woman trainee who now had to roll around in the palm of my hand.
The thought of how that noble, righteous face would crumble beneath me made my crotch swell hot and hard.
Creeeak…
Just then the door of one of the inner stalls slowly opened.
"Oh my? So this is where you were, Head Instructor?"
I looked back through the restroom mirror. Han Hye-ji—the same woman who had rubbed her breasts against my arm in the corridor earlier—was stepping out of the stall. Her wet lips parted as she licked them, her eyes brimming with raw lust.
"This is the men's restroom."
At my flat remark she yanked the zipper of her training top all the way down to her navel with a loud zzzip and walked toward me.
Her lush breasts spilled out as if they were about to burst free of the fabric.
"Oh my, there are just so many female trainees at this academy. The women's restroom always has such a long line that using it once takes forever."
"…"
"I was dying to go… I really thought I was going to wet myself."
She gave a lewd, knowing laugh, trailed a long finger down her own lips, and closed the distance until she stood right in front of my nose.
Inside the narrow restroom her heavy perfume and the distinctive body scent of a married woman thickened the air.
"Right now, in this big empty restroom… it's just the two of us, isn't it?"
Han Hye-ji whispered the words like a secret and laid a soft, hot hand directly over the swollen bulge of my crotch.
Then her fingers moved, stroking and measuring the size of the massive thing beneath my pants.
"That incredible SSS-rank skill of yours, Joo-hyuk… mind if I get a little preview right here first?"
