Chapter 92 - Finally, Puppy's First Time
Their lips met softly, parting naturally as tongues intertwined in a sticky, passionate kiss.
“Mmm, slurp, smack.”
I yanked her into my arms. Back when I was just a B-rank hunter, toying with her at will would've been no easy feat—but now? Not even close. To me, Kang A-jin was nothing more than a helpless woman. Her face looked so youthful for her age, cute enough to earn her the nickname Puppy.
Kang A-jin melted completely into my embrace.
“Ah, no... I reek of sweat...”
“Don't worry about it. If anything, it's fragrant. It's the sweat you shed for me—how could it possibly be dirty?”
“Aah...”
I kept kissing her as I eased her down onto the floor. Strictly speaking, out of all the women, she was the third one I'd met. This chance should've come sooner—we'd had one shot already, but the barrier shattered midway, forcing us to stop—yet she'd yielded her turn to the women I'd encountered later.
Kang A-jin's face burned crimson as she gazed up at me.
“Aah, Sung-gi...”
“Yeah, I know. You've helped me grow this far, so now it's my turn to make you grow.”
What a perfect excuse. Sure, we could just fuck, but framing it as mutual growth made it sound noble.
I stripped off her clothes. Pushing up her shirt revealed a snow-white, silky-smooth belly. Hunters like Kim Seol-bi, Kim Eun-bi, and Jo A-young—who relied on raw physical prowess—all had defined abs, their firm, taut midriffs radiating allure. But Kang A-jin's? It was adorably childlike. She was a full-grown adult, battle-hardened from years of training under masters and handling all sorts of shamanic requests, yet her stomach remained pale and soft. Even the faint vertical slit of her navel was utterly cute.
Smack. I pressed my lips to it.
“Hnght!”
Just a brief touch, but she reacted with exquisite sensitivity. Her body shivered so cutely that I kept planting kisses across her skin.
Smack, smack, smack.
“Haat, Sung-gi. Stop... the sweat...”
She seemed fixated on the fact that she was drenched in sweat and hadn't showered, but her body wasn't as sweaty as she thought. If anything, it felt fresh and carried a pleasant scent.
“I'll drink up every drop of your sweat, A-jin, so don't worry.”
“Hnnng... you're such a tease...”
I hiked up her top further, lavishing her skin with more kisses. Soon, a black bra came into view. I cupped her breast through it.
“Haht.”
Among all the women's sizes, hers sat right in the sweet middle—perfect to handle, perfectly shaped. I pushed the bra up, exposing her pink nipple. I'd glimpsed it before, but it was still so delicate and pretty. I was probably the first man to conquer this beautiful nipple. Grateful, I drew it into my mouth.
“Slurp, suck suck.”
“Haht, aaang, Sung-gi...”
Kang A-jin grabbed the back of my head. The shy girl who'd been blushing now pressed my face harder against her breast, silently begging for more. I unleashed every trick I knew—teasing the nipple with my tongue, sucking it deep—until the delicate bud hardened under my ministrations. It wiggled adorably in my mouth, bumpy and erect. After coating the pink nipple thoroughly in saliva, I moved to the other side. Excited now, Kang A-jin lifted her bra herself to bare it.
“Suck suck suck.”
I treated this nipple with the same reverent care, teasing and sucking until it stood firm too.
I fully removed her top. Her bare, porcelain upper body was a masterpiece on its own, but the best part was still her adorable face. I kissed her lips again, then slid my body downward. I peeled off her pants, revealing black panties that matched her bra. Her style was consistent. When I first saw her, I'd wondered if all shamans dressed in such dark, sleek outfits—but Valentina disproved that. Different countries? Maybe, but her Brazilian roots suggested otherwise. In the end, it was just her taste. Even the choice between talismans or dolls was a matter of preference.
I preferred talismans over dolls. Dolls seemed flashier at first glance, but talismans felt better for quick, versatile sorcery. A guy floating dolls around while casting looked off aesthetically too. Of course, all that was secondary—the real reason was Kang A-jin. She was my first shaman mentor; it was natural I'd emulate her. And how much had she helped me so far?
Lost in those thoughts, I tugged down her panties. A faint, tangy pheromone scent hit me. Just like her belly and nipples, her pussy had that same cute, fragile vibe. A modest patch of hair covered her mound. I stripped off her pants and panties completely. Naked, she didn't look like Korea's top underground shaman—just a lovable, pretty girl.
I spread her legs wide.
“Haat!”
Kang A-jin panicked and grabbed my head, but I ignored it. I'd dealt with stronger women before, often letting them take the lead subconsciously during sex. Not anymore. Now, I controlled the pace. I had zero intention of treating her roughly—I wanted to cherish her, make her feel incredible.
I buried my face between her thighs. The mix of light sweat and pheromones stoked my lust.
Lick.
“Hnnnght!”
I lapped up her entire slit, and her body quivered violently. A virgin pussy that had never taken a cock. I parted it gently with my fingers.
Squelch. Slick love juices made a wet sound as it opened. Pink, just like her nipples—bright pink flesh that matched her pale skin perfectly. I pressed my thumb to her peeking clit.
“Hng!”
Ignoring her startled gasp, I rubbed it softly.
“Unght, haaaanght.”
So damn cute. No wonder they called her Puppy. Valentina must've resented not taking her purity while keeping her close.
I flicked my tongue over her clit.
Lick lick.
“Unght!”
While lavishing her clit, I slipped my fingers lower, teasing the warm, oozing entrance.
“Haaang, Sung-gii~~”
Good thing we were underground. Plenty of people upstairs, but down here, it didn't matter. Just us, lost in the act.
I eased a finger into her tight hole. Warm and gummy, it sucked me in.
“Haa, aaah.”
As I pumped faster, her moans deepened. I took my time, savoring her pussy. It couldn't repay all her help, but I hoped it made her feel a little rewarded.
“Aaaang! Sung-gi, I...!”
Finally, she arched her back, body convulsing. My head got crushed between her thighs.
Gush, gush. She squirted her love juices. Not the most expert cunni, but making her cum filled me with satisfaction.
Now...
Her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal. She looked so cute, I smiled involuntarily. I shed my panties—mine damp with pre-cum too. I guided her small hand to my cock. She gripped the shaft, stroking firmly. My dick, which had softened a bit during oral, throbbed back to full life in her warm palm.
Watching it harden, Kang A-jin exhaled hotly. “Haaaah.”
I kissed her lips, spread her legs, and positioned at her crotch.
“A-jin...”
“Aah, Sung-gi...”
I rubbed my glans against her clit. The tiny nub danced under my cock's pressure.
“Hnnnng...” She moaned like it was agony.
Finally, the day had come. I pressed my throbbing, purpled tip to her entrance and slid in.
Squelch—
“Haaaaang!”