Hunt 1.
"Oh my, you're going to kill me?"
The blonde in the white mask covered her mouth and burst into laughter.
"Oh my, what gives you all that confidence? I'm really strong..."
"I'm strong too, you fucking bitch."
"I hope you're as tough as that mouth of yours. I've... never fought a real powerhouse before, so I've been so lonely. There are no strong ones in this 12th dimension, it's so sad~"
"Was Nam Seohee's hideout the base for turning power brokers into drug addicts?"
"You know that already, so why ask~?"
"You know Shin Serin, right?"
"Of course~ Your wife! Oh, ex-wife now?"
"......"
"She's on our team too, you know? If things go well, she might be the first to become an apostle?"
"Good. I was a little hung up on killing a woman."
Krunch. I ripped the rooftop's steel door off its hinges and held it like a shield.
"Oh! So cool!"
The blonde clapped her hands frivolously as she watched the steel door come loose.
"Human strength transcended, huh? This won't be boring. Fine... I'll fight you with my fists too."
"Go all out. I won't hold back just 'cause you're a woman."
I wrapped one hand in flames and gripped the steel door shield in the other.
"Oh? You use fire? Neat ability. What's with the shield? So childish, like a scaredy-cat."
"Baal's whore. You're gonna die by my hand, you eternal apostle candidate reject."
Grind. She ground her teeth. Looked like "eternal candidate" really got under her skin.
"No words too crude for a lady, huh."
Enormous numbers floated above her head. Even doing it once a day, that's over 82 years.
"Old hag. Just how old are you, anyway?"
"Oh my oh my. You can tell my age even with my face covered? You never ask a lady her age!"
"Fine, won't ask your age then. How about your honored age?"
Suddenly, I felt tremendous power surging toward my chest. Ambush!
I stomped and rolled my body sideways. Fssht!! Something grazed my left shoulder. A razor-sharp blade had shredded my designer shirt.
"You dog bitch, ambushing me?"
The black crop top and leggings hugging her body twitched faintly. Like living creatures, they writhed and clung to her skin.
"Eat this!"
I hurled fireball after fireball. Boom!! Boom!! Handball-sized ones, one per second in rapid fire. Each fireball sliced through the air, blanketing the area in scorching heat.
Boom!! Boom!!
The blonde dodged with light footwork. As she twisted, the black leggings pressed even tighter against her skin, highlighting her supple muscles underneath.
Actually, my fireballs were bait. A strategy to corner her against the wall, force her into a blind spot. Predicting her movement, I fired both hands' fireballs simultaneously into her likely path.
Boom!! One finally hit. An explosion engulfed her in massive flames.
"Kuhuhu!"
A low, sinister laugh leaked from the blonde's lips. Where the flames had clawed, the black crop top melted, belching acrid smoke and a foul stench. But her skin showed no burns. Instead, the pale cleavage peeking through the molten suit flushed red hot.
Like staring at an Instagram reel body. S-rank tits, A-rank abs, A-rank obliques. Slim waist, plump ass. Her breasts jiggled with every move.
"Feels warm, right?"
She ignored my taunt. If anything, she panted deeper in pleasure, chest heaving wildly.
"Hot enough to get my pussy all fired up... baby~♥"
Each gasp made her pale tits bounce massively through the torn crop top. Nipples already rock-hard and erect.
Kaboom! Her foot slammed the rooftop like a sledgehammer. Concrete shattered like a bomb blast, debris flying everywhere.
"Think I'd say that? You filthy cock-sucker! I'll chew your dick to bits and make you drink it!"
"Why so mad? I showered before coming, nice and clean."
With a chilling shout, the black leggings and crop top writhed violently around her. Like living organisms, the wriggling black suit slithered like snakes.
"Wearing something weird, huh?"
Black tentacles protruded in 3D, exposing her figure stark naked in the volume they rose from.
Squish, squish, squiiiish! Several black tentacles erupted from her back, lunging at me.
I stepped nimbly, dodging every attack. Each time the massive centipede-leg tentacles writhed out, her pale flesh flashed obscenely.
She wore clothing made of black tentacles. Normally clothes, but they turned into tentacles for attacks, deadly and writhing.
"Whoa, fuck. This attack feels straight out of an old Japanese game."
Every tentacle strike bulged her round mounds, deep cleavage between, tender inner thighs, even pubes flashing. As the black fabric peeled from her body, skin exposed then covered again.
"But are you doing a strip show? Must suck in winter. Is that even clothes?"
"Oh, getting hard looking at me? Your crotch is bulging. Like a horny mutt? How long can you keep running? Huh? Huh?"
The blonde leaped at me after a running start in midair. But as a demon hunter, I could move fast too.
"Honestly, it's turning me on. Your clothes strip every attack. Wanna skip the fight and fuck?"
"Sounds good. Let's fuck. Stop running like a pussy."
The blonde mocked, flicking her tongue. Her slick tongue licked thin lips.
With a hip thrust, black tentacles whipped through the air.
Whoooosh! Whoooosh! Sharp whooshes as tentacles lashed lightning-fast, relentless.
One tentacle smashed my steel door shield, grazing the ground at my feet. Concrete cratered deep.
"Your sex sounds rough. You look cold—I'll warm you up!"
My fireballs' advantage: unlimited. No energy conservation bullshit, zero effort. Mana-free fireballs were OP even to me.
"Coward! Just spamming fire from afar!"
"Dumb bitch, you're not self-aware. You're stabbing tentacles from range too."
"Die!!"
"Summer night feels chilly, right? Stick your pussy out. One fireball and you'll warm right up."
My fireball sliced cold night air. She twisted her hips desperately to dodge.
"Gandhi the non-violent pacifist said it best: the best defense is a good offense."
"Fucking psycho!"
"Just curious... your boss Baal. He gay or what?"
Grind.
"Why else would he... work a body like yours this hard? Should just fuck you."
"What bullshit!"
"Flirting, duh? And that white mask with black outfit? Should be black mask. Mismatch city."
"Shut your trap!"
Her snake-like tentacle barely grazed my leg. My fireballs burned a few tentacles, but she spawned endless new ones.
"Hiding your face means you're ugly as fuck, right?"
"What?!"
"Don't know 'ugly as sin'? Fuck it, whatever."
"Eat this!!"
Her voice pitched high—she was pissed for sure.
"Your boss is famous. In the Bible too. Sex fiend, but gets wrecked by Gangnam Jesus eventually."
"Gangnam Jesus?"
I thumped my chest proudly. "Me! I'm Gangnam Jesus."
"Crazy fuck!"
She gnashed teeth, busy dodging my fireballs. Her body spun midair like a spotlighted dancer, silhouette sharp in moonlight. Tentacles weaved around fireball paths, doggedly coming at me.
AI tentacles or some shit?
"Shaking that ass, Baal must pound you nonstop? Baal's dick sturdier than mine? He not a futanari, is he?"
"Shut that mouth or else! I'll trap you between life and death."
"Baal hits you with lame dad jokes, you're laughing your ass off, right? Corporate life's all that. Pussy scent wafting. Vivid memory."
"Insane..."
The blonde's patience bottomed out. Too eager to kill me? Her mind outpacing her body—composure cracking.
"Run harder. Fun watching those tits flop."
Stalemate like this, no closing distance—the first to tire loses.
"How big's Baal's dick to earn that loyalty?"
I dodged tentacles, countering with fireballs. Her face twisted.
"Shut that filthy mouth! Lord Baal isn't like that!"
"Not like that? So-so god? Chitty chitty bang bang? You just badmouthed your boss. I get it. Office workers gotta shit on the CEO for flavor."
"You fucking shithead!!"
"Pretty curses from a dirty mouth?"
Her face crumpled like a beer can.
"You mad means you hate Baal for real? He reject your tentacle play? Gay fuck likes dudes?"
Her tentacles split multi-way, attacking from all angles. I twisted, dodging three, but the fourth grazed my back.
"Fuck. Stings good."
Shirt tore, blood flowed. Sharper than expected.
I rolled back without losing balance, gaining distance.
"How's that, you dickhead! Want it deeper?"
Now she taunted. Lips curled in cruel smile. One tentacle, bloodied with mine, came to her lips—she licked it slow.
"Your blood tastes good. Want more."
"Got tastier white stuff too. Wanna sample?"
She gnashed teeth. I seized the gap, conjuring fireballs in both hands, firing three in a row.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
She dodged two gracefully, but the third grazed her thigh. Black tentacle suit melted there, exposing more pale skin.
"You always fall for the third in a row like a retard? Goldfish brain?"
"Urk! You fucking dick!!"
"Ooh, nice skin. What lotion? Pig cum? So pale."
I exploited my fireballs' longer range. Tentacles weakened over distance.
"Baal's a total no-name demon... Pays well? Double your salary to join me? I'm good at sex too."
"Lord Baal is... an ancient god! Your Christian lies turned him into a demon!"
"Ahh... Baal's a history distortion victim too. Sorry. But... what god? Know Breaking Bad? Your boss is just a drug lord peddling dope."
"Shut up! Lord Baal builds a new world! To replace this one polluted by filthy humans!"
The blonde spread arms wide, shouting fiercely. More tentacles rose from her back, grabbing rooftop debris. Cement bags, rebar, pipes lifted into air.
"Bombing? Illegal addition? Homeless, building here?"
"Dodge this too!"
She yelled, hurling materials at me. I raised steel door shield quick, but scale too big.
Boom!! Gray cement dust billowed, blinding vision. Her grumbling voice amid it.
"What? Why no dust explosion?"
She'd eyed my flame-held hand, aiming for dust blast with cement bags.
"Stupid bitch. Where'd you get dust explosion from? Think cement ignites?"
Fog fights with demons were worlds apart. She thought strategically.
Sugar or sawdust? Could've exploded, hurt me. But I'll show her what a real genius does.
"Trash with fast feet. How long you gonna dodge?!"
"Yeah, dodging's tiring me out. You not tired? Baal chilling on throne easy. Bosses always have it easy, right?"
"Enough nonsense!"
Each tentacle thrust flashed pale thighs, round ass, deep labia curves—lethal, tempting moves.
"We married in past life?"
"What nonsense!"
"Can't hate this much otherwise. Fuck. Trim that bush jungle."
"Fuck off, you shit-for-brains! Wanna probe your ass? Your dick? Pick!"
"Probing's usually dick, not pussy. Retard bitch. Wanna slap those udders to wake you?"
I spat on my middle finger, flipping her off midair.
"You're dead."
Sneer. Her lips tore wide in grin. Eyes gleamed mad. A tentacle whipped like a lash at my leg. Black tentacles rippled toward me over ground.
I backflipped—tentacle pierced stacked cement bags against wall. I deliberately burst some, creating dust. Calculated wind direction.
Middle finger spit-off synced with wind check.
Blonde charged me, enraged tentacles like Spartan spears thrashing.
Tap. Tap. Tap. I counted now. Tapping index and thumb as her tentacles entered dust.
"Cement dust... no dust explosion, but..."
I hurled a cement bag airborne. It arced.
"Think this blocks me?! I sense you blindfolded!"
"Congrats."
Splat!! Her tentacle burst the airborne bag, thickening dust cloud.
Then—spark between my tapping thumb and index.
Dropped steel shield, conjured flames in both hands into massive fireball.
"High school chem, if you didn't sleep through... you'd remember. But you were busy fucking, huh."
I thrust hands out, generating intense heat around me. Flame circle expanded.
Clapped hands—Clap!! Boom!!
Explosive heat scattered cement dust. My flames radiated outward.
"Kekeke! Idiot! Cement dust doesn't explode!"
Blonde flew through flames at me. But her tentacles slowed drastically. Invisible ones now sluggish.
"Kuh...! What's happening?"
"Slept in chem, huh. Heat cement? Hardens. Plus your fast tentacles generate friction heat?"
Her tentacles caked in cement dust. Sudden heat triggered hardening—slowdown inevitable.
I brushed her tentacles aside by hand, slamming fist into her exposed midriff.
Crack!
"That's a genius's hunt for you, you fucking bitch."