Night of Confrontation 1
One week. Had seven days ever felt this long? The time spent shuttling between T-12 and T-16 felt like living two lives at once. Steam rose lazily from the coffee mug on my desk. My reflection in the black liquid's surface looked starkly different from a week ago—sharper eyes, a harder jawline. I raised my hand slowly. Whoooosh—a blue flame danced to life in my palm.
This power, awakened by chance during my fight with Shan, was now fully mine. Even I, with my fire resistance, felt its searing heat. This wasn't ordinary flame; it was on another level entirely.
"Holy Flame..." That was the official name Jejeop had given it. An endless blue fire that generated without mana cost—Holy Flame. This was the real reason demons feared van Helsing.
Knock knock—I extinguished the flame at the sound. The door opened, and Section Chief U Mi-young stepped in. Or rather, U Mi-young fused with Bear Warrior Poo.
"Master, dinner's ready."
Poo had finally become Section Chief U Mi-young. With her memories fully activated, she acted just like the real deal. But that fierce glint in her eyes occasionally betrayed Poo's wild side.
"Thanks. Be right there."
As U Mi-young left, I gazed out the window. T-16's sky was always tinged red.
Seo Ji-hye and her daughter Kim Gayeong are probably doing fine.
Five days ago, I'd sent the mother-daughter duo back to reality. To protect the gate's secret, I'd blindfolded them during transport and disguised it as waking up in a hospital. Now, they were my loyal allies, digging up dirt on Kim Myeon-hyeong's weaknesses.
I checked the time on my phone. My wallpaper was a huge photo of Jiwon-yeong rubbing her tits on my sleeping face while flashing a V-sign. A smirk escaped me.
When'd she change the background?
- Did three ad shoots today too. Miss you, Woojin oppa. Hurry back~
Back in T-12, Jiwon-yeong's "service" would shrink my balls to raisins. Oh Su-jeong's bubbly, carefree personality synergized explosively with Jiwon-yeong's body. In the end, Jiwon-yeong became Korea's hottest superstar. Her half-assed drama OST outsold Pink Banny's new album, and her starring drama topped global charts.
Top star Jiwon-yeong, popping up every five minutes on TV.
Everyone's idol, everyone's dream girl, turning into my personal onahole and panting like a bitch in heat—that wasn't just hot; it was mind-blowing. One secret to her popularity? She doubled as an S-rank hunter doing disaster relief. Her apartment fire rescue was still all over the news.
How she became S-rank? Long story—Shan helped, basically. I planned to play hunter in the real world too. Hunter gigs could paint some fun pictures.
In the kitchen, O Nangryun was already at the table, slicing steak with a grin.
"Finally here, eh, Deputy Commander Woojin?"
"Don't drag me into your commander roleplay."
I sat, and U Mi-young set down plates—perfectly grilled ribeye steaks.
"Mi-young's cooking's leveled up big time."
"Basics. Still miles from catching up to Master."
"Mi-young's grub is top-tier. Figures—a body full of maternal vibes makes killer food."
"Nangryun-ssi. That's sexual harassment."
"Ah, sorry sorry."
O Nangryun was totally simping for U Mi-young. His forearms had way more tattoos than a week ago—trophies from conquered demons.
"Tonight's the night, right?"
"Yeah. Ready?"
"Damn straight. You're goin' down this time."
We grinned at each other. Seemed playful, but we were dead serious. We'd both grown our own ways this week, and tonight we'd test the results.
After dinner, we headed out. T-16's thick fog began to rise, like a stage curtain lifting.
"Where to?"
"East clearing. Widest spot."
We walked in silence, our footsteps echoing on empty streets. Anal Walkers and Crawling Heads scattered fast.
At the clearing, O Nangryun strode to the center first. His silhouette blurred in the fog—which used to be pitch black, but my vision had improved.
"Ready, Nangryun?"
My voice cut through the mist. Blue flames roared to life in my palms, hissing where they met the cold fog.
"Anytime. But what's with those blue flames? Like will-o'-the-wisps or some shit."
Blood-red hellfire ignited in O Nangryun's hands—crackling ominously, devouring something unseen.
"That's your hellfire, huh?"
"Yup. But your blue shit looks stronger—nah, just my imagination? That burn me to ash?"
"Scared?"
"Hell no. That's your new skill, right?"
"Got more than that."
Truth was, Holy Flame wasn't all I'd honed. Soul Harvest applications, sensory links with summons, and...
"Bet I win tonight. Got my secret weapon. Park Woojin! Time to get fucked!"
Playful tone, but his eyes were locked in. His hellfire burned souls themselves—pure evil.
Red and blue flames faced off. The air warped at our boundary, like clashing worlds. We stared silently as fog swirled around us. Tension thickened the air.
This wasn't just training. It was demon hunters and demon king heirs measuring growth—a ritual.
O Nangryun's voice boomed.
"First hit loses. No playin' immune even if you are—you take it fair."
"No cheap shit from me."
"Then here I come!"
Whoosh! O Nangryun struck first. A massive red fireball sliced the fog, arcing toward me.
He didn't know, but my eyes were shut. Tonight's training honed my special new ability.
Shoooosh—the red fireball grazed past. Eyes closed, I tracked its path perfectly. My left hand hurled blue flame.
Screeeee! Red and blue collided mid-air—Boom! Light and heat blasted everywhere. Fog cleared briefly, revealing us sharp, then blurred again.
"Woojin, call your summons. Time to fool each other's senses?"
O Nangryun's voice echoed from the mist. I lobbed a blue fireball toward it, shouting back.
"Fine by me. Curious how strong your demon crew got."
His fireball flew at me—aimed at my voice. No quarter given.
I summoned Shan, SpongeBob, Kuma, and Poo. Heavy thuds from SpongeBob, then zzzip from Kuma and Poo.
"Yo, Park Woojin. Summonin' your dead ringer? Cheat."
"Make your own Kagamusha if you're mad."
"Just smash 'em both."
Excitement laced his voice. After losing twice, he was all in tonight.
"Don't get it twisted—not 'cause I lost twice."
Screeeee! Blue flame streaked straight—a sneak attack at his likely spot.
"Whoa, fuck! Almost! Oh? Goin' guerrilla?"
O Nangryun bellowed a laugh, shifting position. He was weaving the fog too.
"Come out! My girl bears!"
Rumble rumble—multiple light, quick footsteps closed from all sides.
"Kyarrarar~"
"Oppa~~"
Girls' giggles pierced the fog as silhouettes emerged. One, two, three... more kept coming.
"What the—why so many?!"
Suddenly, Go A-hee and Yu Hina led a naked girl horde charging.
"Oh~ Woojin oppa's over there~ Commander's target!"
"Sex service attack on Woojin oppa!"
"By commander's order! Fuck me, Woojin oppa~~"
Naked girl bears lunged arms outstretched—like a zombie flick. Scarier than zombies, though—with Bear Warrior strength.
"Uahaha! See that? My 'girl bear' legion!"
So that's why he hunted Bear Warriors every foggy night...
"Girl bears! Bind Park Woojin with sex service!"
"As commander orders!!"
"Commander!!"
O Nangryun stood hip-cocked, roaring with laughter.
"You crazy bastard."
The curse slipped out. But his strategy worked. Cute girl shells? Hard to swing at 'em. Baal and other kings probably had shit like this.
"Heh. Not all! Check it—Hollywood actresses in my girl bears! And my ultimate secret weapon!"
"Kyaa~ Woojin oppa!"
"Oppa~~ Am I pretty?"
"My pussy's cute, right?"
Naked girls launched body assaults on me and my summons. Unreal.
Frail-looking waifs who'd fly with a puff—but bears that rip humans in half.
"Woojin oppa~ Fuck me~♥ My ovaries are tingling!!"
Wait... that voice?
Familiar—no, earworm voice hit, eyes snapping wide. Heart raced like gulping water in a parched desert. Rage boiled in tandem.
"You fuck! O Nangryun... you goddamn dog!!!"
Kaboom! A red fireball obliterated my spot. If I hadn't dodged hugging the girl bears, they'd be wrecked.
"This prick?"
Something tackled from behind—flowing hair, soft tits, and...
"Woojin oppa~~ Where ya goin'~♥"
"Oppa~ Haang~ Your scent's makin' me ovulate~♥"
Not one—four at once. Clinging to limbs, grinding everywhere. I knew who they were but couldn't shake 'em.
Pink Banny. Suryeon, Regina, Bella Queen, Scarlet Rose—in their slutty outfits. Bella Queen's SM gear and Scarlet Rose's reverse bunny suit had my dick scraping the stars.
"Oppa, remodel my tiny womb with your big cock~♥"
They stripped as they closed, shedding clothes like snakeskin. White idol flesh filled my view. One grab away from those jiggling milkers.
Squeeze—Suryeon gripped my right arm. Regina left, Bella Queen and Scarlet Rose on legs. Bear-locked tight.
Flame shield would work, but...
Couldn't hurt Pink Banny. Even T-16 shells—my fave idols' forms? No way.
"Yo, O Nangryun! You prick—these girls'll get hurt!!"
Whoosh! His crimson fireball screamed at us. Secret weapon: Pink Banny?!
"Pink Banny! Grip Park Woojin tight!"
"Yes!! Commander!"
"Likes commander, huh. Fuckin' O Nangryun!!"
Couldn't block his fireball. Shit...
Kabooooom!!
SpongeBob tanked it body-first. Huge frame absorbed the blaze, but hellfire's power retired him.
Glancing over: Section Chief U Mi-young (Poo) pinned by Go A-hee and Yu Hina, getting her pussy eaten. My Kagamusha (Kuma) swarmed by Hollywood stars in paradise.
"Fuck. Told ya not to touch my girls, and you're goin' wild."
Pink Banny still clamped. Needed a breakthrough.
Idea flashed.
"Suryeon... suck my dick?"
"Yess~♥ Haaang~~ Woojin oppa~♥"
Suryeon reached with her free hand while holding my arm. Fumbled my zipper down. Cheeks flushed.
She groped, unzipping, touching my cock.
"Oh... Woojin oppa's dick~ So cool~ Big and thick~♥"
As she leaned, her back showed—zipper clear from nape down.
"Suryeon! Careful!"
O Nangryun's urgent yell from afar.
Arms and legs pinned, but mouth free.
Rip! Teeth snagged the zipper, yanked hard—like a beast tearing prey.
Ziiiiip! Metal screamed as it split. Smooth skin parted, coarse brown fur spilling out.
"Ah! No... Woojin oppa... but..."
Her voice deepened, roughened.
Zip fully open, fur erupted, skin curling back.
Gurgle gurgle!!
As it retracted into bear monster form, her grip loosened. Free hand unzipped Regina, Bella Queen, Scarlet Rose.
Zzzip! Zzzip! Zzzip!
Gurgle gurgle! Gurgle gurgle! Gurgle gurgle!!
"GRRAAAAAAGH!!"
Full bear Suryeon roared. Ripping bellows as the three followed, zips bursting.
Soft temptresses turned fang-baring monsters.
"I can't hit Pink Banny!! Fuck!"
Blue flames blazed fiercer, writhing alive toward the bears.
"Sorry! Pink Banny!"
Kaboom kaboom!! Blue fireballs chained out. One downed, then the rest. Hulks crashed back—Thud! Earth shook.
I dialed power to non-lethal. Explosions rang; charred fur smoked white from mouths. All sprawled.
"My girl bears!!"
"O Nangryun! You knew Pink Banny's my faves!!"
"Dude! To win, hit weaknesses! Baal's dirtier!"
Maddening, but true. Exploit flaws for victory. Die "honorably"? Nah—win dirty. History polishes winners.
"Now taste my new skill!"
I unlocked my new skill.