The Sorceress's Forbidden Craving
“Haaah...”
Kang A-jin let out a hot breath. Beneath the covers she'd pulled back, Kang Sung-gi lay shirtless. His body glistened with sweat. Not every hunter had chiseled muscles, but his were solidly packed—proof he never neglected his self-care.
“Hooo...”
She hadn't seen many naked men. Sure, her line of work occasionally exposed her to them, but even then, it felt no different from staring at a doll. No matter how impressive the physique, it never stirred her. She'd always kept her desires walled off anyway.
But now? Something vulgar was sprouting inside her as she gazed at his body.
Sexy... The word slipped out before she realized it, and she clapped a hand over her mouth. She glanced back, wondering if anyone had heard. The door stood slightly ajar—Kim Seol-bi must have been worried. A minute ago, she would've dismissed it as needless fussing. But now? She couldn't trust herself with anything.
To think I'd fall under a spell like this.
She had no idea what powered this ability. Normally, she carried defenses against hunter skills and sorcery—tattoos etched into her skin, protective talismans. They should've worked. But they weren't. And deep down, part of her was relieved. If they'd blocked Sung-gi's mysterious power, she never would've felt this tender ache.
It was that sweet. This ability of his. Now she understood why Kim Seol-bi and Kim Eun-bi were utterly hooked.
And I was on my guard the whole time...
Kim Seol-bi had hired her for this. She'd heard most of the story. Even with her defenses up, Sung-gi had lured her in.
Gulp.
Kang A-jin swallowed dryly and looked up at his face. Snore, snore. He slept peacefully, like a child. No way was he consciously wielding this power. It had to be passive—activating without his knowledge. From the circumstances, he probably didn't even realize how potent it was.
If he did know and used it on purpose? He'd be dangerous. No woman could escape his grasp.
But Sung-gi didn't seem like a bad guy. She dealt with humanity's ugliest sides daily; she had a sharp nose for auras, especially good and evil. He wasn't wicked. Nor did he wield his power with malice.
“Haaah...”
Her fingertips trailed over his chest. Firm, yet somehow soft. So this is a man's body... Completely unlike a woman's. And that difference? Utterly alluring.
“Eut!”
A brand-new sensation hit her—an itch between her legs, her breasts tingling like they were being prodded. Dangerous... She knew she was sinking into unknown emotions and sensations, but resistance was futile.
She glanced at the door, still cracked open. Quietly, she crossed the room and locked it. She tried to be gentle, but it clicked anyway. S-rank hearing could pick up breaths from kilometers away if focused. She froze by the door, listening. No sounds from outside. She exhaled in relief and returned to Sung-gi.
Once she accepted she couldn't fight it, she let go completely. An inexplicable flood of emotion filled her chest.
I'm so happy... No other words fit. Having tasted this, she couldn't imagine life without him.
She pulled the covers down further. She wanted to see more of him.
“Ah...”
Disappointment. His lower half wasn't bare—training pants still on. But as she lifted the blanket more, she froze in shock.
The sleeping Sung-gi wore a goofy, blissful grin. What dream was he having? Whatever it was, his cock stood rock-hard, twitching visibly.
Gulp.
Kang A-jin stared at his erection through the fabric, unblinking.
It's huge...
She knew the general range for men's sizes—varied by race, individual. Like breasts or pussies. But even accounting for that, Sung-gi's was jaw-dropping. Rare even among Koreans. Related to his dream or not, it strained against the pants like it might rip them, throbbing insistently.
Its sheer presence gripped her heart. Standing there, holding the blanket, she clenched her thighs. Wetness soaked her panties, trickling down. Just being near him made her body gush love's nectar. She felt the full force that had felled an S-rank and A-rank hunter sister duo.
This much power...
She'd handled every job effortlessly before. Today, she met her match. An opponent she couldn't defeat.
And that made her happy.
She dropped the blanket. Mesmerized, one hand reached for his bulging cock.
Squeeze.
“Mm~”
Sung-gi groaned in his sleep. Her heart plummeted, but after a pause, his even breathing resumed. Snore, snore.
“Hooo...”
Relieved, she felt the fullness in her grip—his thick symbol pulsing like a heartbeat. Thump, thump. She wrapped both hands around it.
Doing something this lewd? The old her would've never dreamed it. But no shock, no guilt—just desire.
I can't blame Kim Seol-bi or her sister.
When she'd taken the job, she'd thought, Of course. She'd figured Korea's sole "pure" S-rank was a myth. Hunters had scandals galore. Seol-bi had none—hell, rumors called her asexual. But hearing the details? Tsk, knew it.
Pure S-ranks didn't exist. With their power, they could do anything. The state covered it up. Why hold back desires?
It was natural. That's how she made her money and fame—cleaning up hunters' dirty secrets. Without those, no one would pay her premium fees.
She wasn't wrong.
No moral failing in Seol-bi or her cousin. His ability had corrupted them. Her too.
She couldn't resist this throbbing monster. Didn't want to.
Cautiously, she slipped her hand into his training pants. No underwear. Pubic hair startled her, but she steadied and pushed forward.
“Mmm~”
Another groan from him. She almost wished he'd wake—lead her, inept as she was, through this.
She gripped his hot, twitching cock. Veins bulged along the rigid shaft.
“Haaah...”
Instinctively, her other hand dove under her skirt. Nectar soaked through panties and stockings. For the first time, driven by lust, she touched her pussy. First over the stockings—too frustrating. She yanked them down, shoved panties aside, and stroked directly.
“Haaaang!”
It overflowed. Her swollen clit itched unbearably.
“Haa, haaaah...”
One hand massaged his cock; the other teased her pussy. So lost in it, she missed the footsteps approaching outside.
Click. The door opened, but she kept stroking him, fingering herself mindlessly.
“Haa, haaaang.”