Hey, You're Feeling It, Right? Yoo Ara
Hey, you're feeling it right now, aren't you? Yoo Ara.
My tutoring student. I'd looked into her background. The profile from Senior Bong-sik had nothing special.
-Somewhat poor.
That was the only standout info. The rest was stuff I'd already appraised myself. What skills she had, her attitude in class, that she was in the Korean Hunter Academy class of '22 and had failed a year. Her grades? I'd heard it straight from her, so no need to check.
From Senior Bong-sik's position, that was probably the limit. Running a small tutoring academy, he couldn't do much more.
The problem was, I didn't want this surface-level crap. With info like that, you'd only raise run-of-the-mill students. I wanted exceptional ones. If the recommendation rating was S-grade and her adaptability to my skills was S-grade, there had to be something I didn't know.
So after the first lesson, I headed straight to an info guild-slash-private investigator and requested data on Yoo Ara.
"Here it is. But why do you want something like this?"
And this was the result.
"None of your business. Since when do investigators pry into clients for this kind of info?"
"Even if you were forced into retirement, getting a request from a guy once tipped as the next top hunter feels a bit... You sure this isn't stalking or something?"
"What's it to you? Even if it was, digging into the client's info isn't your job, last I checked."
"Ahem, I know. Just worried, that's all."
"Worried?"
Worried, my ass. Robert Chang's agency—my go-to since my hunter days—was famous for not giving a damn about clients.
New boss?
"If you turned villain..."
"And?"
"Your info would be worth a fortune to us."
That made sense. Classic Robert Chang's thinking.
"If it looks like that'll happen, I'll sell it to you myself for cash. No worries."
"Hmph."
"If you really wanna know why, pay the info fee."
"Nah. Boss would beat my ass for sure."
The lackey had no more authority than that. But his glare was full of suspicion, like he was dying to dig up dirt. Pure ambition to make a name off me.
"Daesung's paying you well, huh?"
No answer. Important info, fair enough.
"Looks like you'd spill if I paid."
"You know it."
I sent the agency guy packing and checked the Yoo Ara intel he'd handed over. I needed info on the Yoo Ara I didn't know.
-Yoo Ara.
-Born in Bucheon, Gyeonggi Province.
-Family living in a safehouse.
-Renting a jeonse apartment. Not wealthy.
-Confirmed heavy debt to cover her tuition.
Not dirt poor, but not well-off. Per the report, the family had sunk every asset into making her an academy-grad awakener. Common story these days. Ever since awakeners and hunters became a thing—guilds popping up, hunters outshining lawyers—rumors flew that academy hunters raked in insane cash. Families bet the farm sending aptitude-tested kids to academy, dreaming of life-changing graduation. One family's all-in gamble: strike it rich, maybe climb to the elite if lucky.
Yoo Ara was one such case. Too bad she became one of those who flunked without scholarships.
Most end up like that. Everyone dreams of a dragon rising from the mud, but most are just carp stuck swimming in it. Folks chase the rare dragon they spot, nurturing their hopes.
The world's not that easy.
That explained her desperation. In a spot like hers, she'd borrow for tutoring too.
I checked the debt source from her parents. If it tied to Daesung, even with her aptitude, I'd drop her.
Luckily for her...
-No Daesung ties.
-Loans from non-bank lenders, not Daesung affiliates.
No Daesung link.
-No mana surge history.
-Mana instability rating: 0
"No red flags."
Low risk. Barely any Daesung connection.
Perfect for teaching—as long as I could kill that personality and nurture her right.
One hang-up: her brash attitude. Family upbringing? I requested that too.
-Bullied and ostracized by classmates in year one.
-Personality turned rough after; cut off social ties.
Bullying soured her. If it was learned behavior, I could fix it. I'd shown her success; she'd listen somewhat. Time to tame her.
Mulling how to train Yoo Ara, I headed to her place.
"You're here?"
Yoo Ara's face lit up. No need to ask—her weekly eval scores screamed success.
"Good grades, huh."
"Yeah! How'd you know?"
"All over your face."
"Oh, right. They say I'm an open book."
"Knew that from day one."
Couldn't hide her feelings. Honest to a fault. Not a bad thing—especially for my students. Honest ones beat liars trying to fool the teacher. Easier to handle.
"Prof gave me an A on the weekly."
"An A?"
"Yep! All thanks to you, perv—er, tutor."
"Honest as ever. With 15 million won on the line."
She shrugged at that.
"Wanted the cash, sure. But post-graduation? Pocket change. Can't chase small fries and miss the big haul."
"Smart thinking."
Sharp kid. Quick judgment. First meeting, nerves must've dulled her.
Poor but no attachment to money.
If she'd stubbornly denied results, S-grade adaptability or not, I'd have bailed. But she acknowledged progress? Worth cultivating. Report showed upsides everywhere. Fix that brashness, and she'd bloom.
"Prof said with these scores, I could pass the real exam. Think I can?"
"Follow my lead, and yes."
"You're not a perv after all."
"Still thought I was?"
"Anyone would've, stripping on first meet."
She eyed me, continuing.
"So, uh... can we do what we skipped last time?"
"Skipped?"
"I gave my name, but you—perv, I mean tutor—didn't."
"Didn't I?"
"Nope. Second lesson, you barge in, strip me, mana rotation, bounce."
"My bad. Got too harsh breaking in the cocky one."
"Name's Kim Siu. Call me Teacher Siu, casual."
"Nice name. Nice to meet ya, Teacher Siu."
She offered her hand. Didn't seem like a bad kid originally. But no guarantee she'd stay sweet. That smile? Just good grades. To fix her attitude, raise those scores. Simple was good.
"Enough. Study hard, get results. That's priority. Emotional stuff later. Hate seeing my student expelled."
"Got it. What's today?"
Full of drive. Same as always, I told her.
"Strip."
"A-again?"
"Gonna make me say it twice?"
"N-no need, but mana rotation's done from last—"
"Class started. Remember our deal? Pass weekly, obey me. That's why 15 mil was on the line."
"R-right, got it."
"Gonna check your growth. So strip, nice and easy."
"R-really just that?"
"Hit the right growth, there's more work."
"Work? Sounds sketchy."
"No backtalk. Your lines now: 'Yes, sir' and 'Thank you.'"
"O-okay. Stripping."
Face beet red, Yoo Ara stripped. Breasts still huge. Hard to hold in one hand. Bra and panties only, she stood before me.
"Underwear too. All off."
"L-last time, no—"
"What teacher's stripping to undies on day one?"
"Th-this is third time, though..."
"Say 'Yes, sir.'"
"Y-yes, sir."
Yoo Ara ditched the last scraps. Bra off: pristine breasts bared. Pink nipples stiff. Panties down: untrimmed bush hiding her slit.
"S-so embarrassing..."
I grabbed a breast instead of answering.
"Kyaa!"
"Hold still. All for class."
Thanks to the ??? skill effect, her mana, agility, and stamina had risen. The letters by Growth Assistance were adaptability ratings. S-grade ones shot up fast, but the two A-grades hadn't budged.
Attribute and compatible attribute. And that blank ??? info. I needed it.
With enough trust now, time to uncover what her underwear had hidden. Full-body touch required. Bare skin only.
I caressed her breasts softly.
[Contact with target established.]
[Appraisal (SS) activated.]
"Hah! W-wait..."
She flinched at the breast touch. Body trembling. Eyes squeezed shut, surrendering to my hands. No resistance. She'd agreed.
Attribute:None
Compatible Attribute:None
Attribute revealed. Good one. No compatible attribute meant any dungeon. Explained the S potential. Solid sub-stats.
One left: the fully hidden ???.
And only one spot untouched.
My hand slid down.
"Hic!"
She startled with a hiccup. Crotch wet. But that wasn't my concern. I was her tutor. Sexual urges here? Unnecessary. Not part of the lesson.
I stroked her labia.
Squelch, squelch.
Lewd sounds with the system pop-up.
Sexual Preference: Masochist – Gets aroused in humiliating situations.
Wait. This pops up here? Virginity too, masochism—none of that showed in my own appraisal.
I looked at Yoo Ara. She peeked at my pussy-stroking hand, then shut her eyes tight again.
Then I saw it. Her nipples rock-hard. Face flushed, breaths ragged. Finger slick with her juices.
Hey, you're feeling it right now, aren't you?