The Unyielding Walls of the Females (6)
"Ugh."
It was already past 11:00 PM.
She had been clutching her phone for over two hours, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to make the call. Earlier, Yang Hayun had pointed out her failures during the recent exploration: forgetting her duties as a rearguard to rush ahead, and maintaining a consistently sharp, hostile attitude toward Yoon Suhyun from the very first moment they met.
She knew Hayun was right. If not for Suhyun, they might have failed to take down the boss. It was a harsh reminder of her own lack of skill.
She couldn't even bring herself to confess this to her boyfriend. Her boyfriend, an E-rank porter, had started refusing to party with her at some point, and whenever she brought up anything related to being a Hunter, he would react with a sharp, defensive edge.
Of course, she had lost her temper and lashed out at Suhyun’s remarks, but considering the attitude she had shown even before that, he had actually been quite patient.
The biggest issue was that she had heard from Yang Hayun about the disgraceful scene she had caused in front of Suhyun that night after her mental breakdown. At first, she had been mortified, but she tried to rationalize it as something that could happen when exploring Gates.
However, as she lay in bed, the memories began to return with vivid clarity.
The way she had tried to undo the buttons on Suhyun’s shirt, the things she had said that should never have crossed her lips, and the sensation of that hard, solid object pressing against her lower body.
She didn't know why, but whenever that moment surfaced in her mind, her lower abdomen would throb with a rhythmic, pulsing ache.
Slap.
She tapped her cheeks lightly with both hands, as if trying to snap herself out of it.
"Chae Ryu-ah! Pull yourself together! Don't call him! You're twenty-two years old! Just go see him in person, apologize, and be done with it!"
Ryu-ah sat up and looked at the full-length mirror standing in front of her bed.
"Nahyun-unni is probably there too, but... this outfit is a bit much, isn't it?"
She hurriedly changed into a shirt and slacks, grabbed her bag, slipped into black sandals, and stepped out of her room. It was an outfit that seemed to scream, with every fiber of its being, that she was a full-grown adult.
Chae Ryu-ah stood in front of the elevator, heading toward Yoon Suhyun’s room, which was two floors above hers. She thought back to that night—the night she had rubbed her cheek against his rough, large hand, acting like a spoiled child.
She remembered the scent of the man, so warm and inviting, that seemed to cling to those hands she so desperately wanted to be held by. It reminded her of her father and older brother who had left home long ago.
"S-stop it! That man is the same age as me!"
Ryu-ah shook her head violently as if to deny the thought, but when she caught her reflection in the CCTV camera at the end of the hallway, her face turned beet red and she stared fixedly at the floor.
'Why is the elevator taking so long?'
While waiting, she thought about the boyfriend she had been dating for two years. Perhaps she had been drawn to him because he was older. Perhaps she had been looking for someone to fill the void left by her brother. They had naturally gravitated toward each other, marking her first relationship.
He had understood her, even with all the distrust and fear she harbored toward men. Once, when they went on a trip and stayed at a motel, she had seen a man’s anatomy for the first time, but because Ryu-ah was terrified of sex, her boyfriend had endured two years of nothing but kisses.
But the last six months had been a continuous series of cracks in their relationship. The conflict began when Ryu-ah was promoted to D-rank.
She had gone to her boyfriend to share the joy, but while he offered congratulations, his expression was dark, and his hands were trembling as he clenched them into fists. Suddenly, she felt guilty for having been promoted first.
When she told him about how she had been praised by her team for hitting a monster’s vital point, he had replied bluntly, "I'm just a porter, I'll be E-rank for life, so good for you."
Hoping to support his dream of becoming an "Attack-type Hunter," she had paid a large sum to enroll him in the "Hunter Combat Training Center" run by the Association. But two weeks later, she received a call from an instructor. They offered a full refund, saying he hadn't shown up after the first week.
When she asked if he lacked talent, the instructor replied coldly:
"That’s not the issue. Everyone who comes here lacks talent. If they had talent, they would have started their Hunter life as C or D-ranks under the Association’s recognition after graduating from Hunter School. You know that, right? 99% of the Hunters who come here are E-ranks. And more than half of them are porters. You must have seen those 'geniuses' at Hunter School, right? The monsters who could master in a day what took me a year to learn just by listening to the theory. Most of them are A-rank Hunters now. I’m an A-rank myself, but I have neither the desire nor the confidence to teach people like that. I only teach those who challenge themselves with a do-or-die attitude. One of my students came here as an E-rank four years ago, trained like his life depended on it, and is now an active C-rank Hunter. But your boyfriend... he’s still trapped in the delusion that he’s special."
"He looks down on the other trainees. When I tried to correct him to break that delusion, he stopped coming. We’ll consider this matter closed and refund the entire amount."
She couldn't argue with that. But she didn't want to break up with him. He had explicitly refused to enter a Gate with her. In the end, to restore their relationship, she had promised to give him her virginity once she returned from this Jeju Island mission.
Her boyfriend’s attitude had softened slightly after hearing that. It felt like she was using her body to fix their relationship, but she comforted herself by thinking that this, too, must be a form of love.
Ding.
The elevator arrived.
She reached the 6th floor and walked down the hallway. She knew where the room was because she had visited Yoon Nahyun before. It was the room at the very end of the 6th floor, around the corner. Whether it was a design flaw or because it wasn't originally meant to be a guest floor, the structure of the 6th floor was strange.
As she approached the room, she began to hear a strange sound.
It sounded like a woman screaming.
And the sound was coming from Yoon Suhyun’s room.
'Don't tell me that man! Is he laying a hand on Nahyun-unni!'
She ran, determined to break the door down if they didn't open it. But as she got closer, she realized the sound wasn't a scream.
"Heeeeeek! M-master! My womb is going to be crushed!"
Her hands trembled, and cold sweat broke out on her back. There was also a constant, wet, slapping sound.
Her chest felt tight, but she clutched it and approached the door. Realizing this spot was a complete blind spot for the CCTV, she pressed her ear against the door.
She realized her intuition had been completely wrong.
Inside, she heard the sounds of a man and woman mating. No, it sounded like beasts.
"Hioook! Why! Why are you stopping! Hieuk!"
"Ask me yourself."
She heard Yoon Suhyun’s voice, too.
Ryu-ah couldn't accept reality and tried to guess that they might just be doing intense exercise, but she soon realized that guess was wrong, too.
"Hoooook! P-please pinch my nipples! Heek!"
It was strange. Even though she knew for a fact that the act she detested most was taking place, her heart was pounding as if it would burst.
And then, she felt the sensation she had experienced that night when she climbed on top of Yoon Suhyun.
Her lower abdomen didn't just throb; it began to tingle.
"Why... heu."
Instinctively, she crossed her thighs and began to rub them together.
"I-if you cum now, my pussy will be ruined! Heooook!"
She never imagined that the voice of Yoon Nahyun, whom she had secretly admired, could be so vulgar. The woman she respected—the woman who handled every situation she dreamed of with grace—was now spewing words she couldn't even bring herself to say, begging her younger brother for his cock.
Without thinking, her hand slipped into her slacks and began rubbing her clitoris over her underwear. Of course, it wasn't the first time Ryu-ah had masturbated while imagining someone she shouldn't, but this was completely different from usual.
Just having her fingers touch the fabric of her underwear made a sound escape her lips.
She clamped her hand over her mouth.
"Fu-hieuk..."
Sounds that only vulgar women would make leaked out. Her hand was already rubbing her clitoris at a frantic pace. Her underwear was completely soaked, beginning to dampen her slacks.
She felt the climax approaching.
"Aueuuut...! Hoo! Aat...! Heuuuat!"
She covered her mouth, but the sounds leaked through her fingers.
'This is strange... my lower abdomen is aching.'
She squeezed her eyes shut.
'I'm coming!'
At that moment, a sound came from inside the room.
"Ha...!"
"T-too! Without any warning! Hieeeeek! Heeeeek!"
In time with that cry, Ryu-ah reached her own climax.
"Hikkeuk!"
Whoosh.
"Higeuk! Heugeuk!"
She felt a stream of liquid running down the inside of her thighs. It soon ran down her calves, past her ankles, and soaked her sandals.
'D-did I? Did I piss myself?'
She couldn't believe it. She had watched countless sex education videos, but she had never heard of anyone pissing themselves when they reached a climax.
'Maybe... it’s not pee.'
She shook her head vigorously.
'That’s just a lie from those low-class videos to satisfy men’s dirty desires.'
"Haa... I'm hungry again. Should I order room service?"
"Are you a chaebol?"
Ordinary conversation flowed from inside the room.
"Then I'll go down to the convenience store and buy something to chew on."
"Let's go together."
"Yeah, the towel I laid on the sheet is all wet, so I need to get more towels, too."
'Huk!'
She heard the sound of clothes being hurriedly gathered and put on. Ryu-ah ran to the emergency exit, muffling her footsteps. She ran frantically until she reached her room and collapsed on the bed.
"..."
Ryu-ah thought back to what she had just experienced. She couldn't understand why she had acted that way. She went to the bathroom and took off her pants and underwear.
Sniff.
It didn't smell like pee. It had a strange, erotic scent.
"W-what am I doing!"
She muttered to herself, filled the sink with water, and soaked her clothes.
"..."
Without a word, she opened the bathroom drawer, took out a towel, laid it on the bed, and lay down with her legs spread.
'I am absolutely, definitely, certainly not doing this because I want to!'
She nodded, recalling the advice from her instructor at Hunter School: "To defeat the enemy, you must know the enemy."
"Huuuup."
With one hand, she spread her smooth labia.
"Haat."
Her clitoris, already heated, trembled at the mere touch of the air conditioning breeze. She used her index finger to rub it.
"Hauut!"
The sensation was completely different from rubbing it over her underwear.
'Then... just one more time.'
She repeated a promise she couldn't keep to herself and began to rub her clitoris.
"Oppa... higeuk! Oppa! Eugeuk! Heugeuk! Oppaaaaat!"
Ryu-ah threw her head back, her tongue lolling out, her body trembling like an aspen leaf as she reached her 13th climax. The towel she had laid down to keep the bedsheets dry was already rolling on the floor.
It was already nearing 3:00 AM.
"Hieuk!"
It was strange. Even though she had already reached her 13th climax, her desire wasn't satisfied; it was growing stronger. For some reason, starting from the 4th climax, Yoon Suhyun had become the focus of her masturbation, but she didn't question it.
Her boyfriend had never once been the focus of her self-pleasure. She imagined being pinned down by a solid, massive body that smelled of a superior man’s scent, unable to even breathe properly, while calling her same-aged partner "Oppa" and being pampered.
In those brief moments of climax, her desire was temporarily satisfied, but a few minutes later, her lower abdomen would ache even more severely. But she had no strength left to continue.
'I'll be fine once I wake up...'
Chae Ryu-ah drifted off to sleep, unaware that she had already crossed the line.
***
Rumble!
"Heugeuk! My lord! Heugeuk!"
At 10:00 AM, heavy rain and thunder were crashing outside the window. An hour ago, as soon as she opened her eyes, she had received a call from Chief Im Yewon saying that flights were canceled due to bad weather. Yang Hayun had suggested they go explore nearby restaurants with Yu Raon and Kim Seohee, but she had declined. She needed to calm the throbbing ache in her lower abdomen that had been pulsing since morning.
"Heugeuk..."
Something was going to go terribly wrong if she stayed like this. She had to find a way to solve it.
"That’s it!"
This situation was all because of that man, Yoon Suhyun. She felt it was only right to call him and demand a solution. She didn't realize that she was already incapable of making rational judgments.
She sent a text to the number for Yoon Suhyun she had received from Yang Hayun.
-I have something to say, so come to my room, 407.
"Higeuk!"
'Just... one more time...!'
She tossed her phone aside and began to rub her clitoris again.