First Official Assignment

And so, I was barred from official hunter registration, all because of how special my ability was.

Instead, the Hunter Management Authority created a brand-new department called the Irregular Management Team and assigned me to it as its employee.

Once the formal hiring procedure was complete, they even printed up my business card on the spot.

Since the team had been thrown together as a temporary measure, I was told that I was both the team leader and the sole team member.

Before sending me home, Lee Han-seop explained how my position differed from that of a registered hunter.

First of all, on paper, I was not a hunter.

Which meant I would never receive emergency deployment orders to fight the monsters pouring out of gates.

My job was to eliminate the immortal-attributed irregular individuals that got captured and brought into the Authority's containment facility.

In other words, I had become one of those rare cases: an awakened being who operated outside the hunter registry, performing only special assignments.

Lee Han-seop apologized for being unable to register me as an official hunter.

As things stood, I couldn't sell the byproducts that dropped from slain gate monsters to the Authority the way other hunters did, nor could I bask in public popularity as a Star Hunter or build any kind of social reputation.

But honestly, none of that mattered to me.

Those pricey byproducts were compensation for risking your life in battle — and even with an official license, I wasn't nearly handsome enough to build a fanbase anyway.

On top of that, my awakening ability was an embarrassing sex-based power I could never explain to anyone with a straight face.

If anything, being officially registered would have been the bigger problem.

And above all…….

I'd been paid a hefty sum for exterminating an immortal-attributed irregular.

They called it compensation for solving a headache for the Authority but……

Functionally speaking, it was me getting paid to have sex.

Special hire as a government employee in lieu of official hunter registration ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— and the contract terms were unbelievably good.

Special case or not, I was still a full-fledged employee of a national institution.

Naturally, that entitled me to the same benefits and perks as every other Authority employee.

No mandatory office attendance, either.

A flat monthly base salary of three million won, paid right on schedule.

Plus five million won per immortal-attributed irregular processed.

The days of fapping at home, burning through my savings, and scraping by on part-time gigs whenever the money ran dry were officially over.

Sure, it didn't come close to what licensed, active hunters pulled in……

I'd even worried I might go down in history as the world's first hunter whose career began with social death.

Instead, I got free sex, a paycheck, and dodged social death altogether.

All things considered, I was more than satisfied with my current lot in life.

Paraphilia.

The world is home to a truly staggering variety of paraphiliacs.

Some of them say they can't get aroused by anything at all unless it falls squarely within their particular fetish.

By those standards, I suppose I counted as one too — though with a slight twist.

I wasn't aroused by one specific thing.

To put it plainly, I could get horny for everything in this world.

This massive cock ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of mine, which bulged upward no matter what I wore, had put me through every trauma imaginable back in my school days and left me awkward around real, flesh-and-blood women — but that didn't make lusting after them impossible.

It was only face-to-face, in the real world, that I got uncomfortable. Aroused was aroused.

"Ugh… ughhh…! Yoon Ha-kyeong! Ha-kyeong! I'm cumming…!"

Squeak, squeak, squeak—

"AAAAH! Cha Ran-hee, you fucking bitch! Saying I tarnish the image of hunters? I'll fill your precious little nursery to the brim with my dirty babies!"

Spluuurt— spurt! Throb! Throb!

I slammed my cock deep into a female lower-body onahole — a woman rendered from the waist down to mid-thigh — and howled.

Ever since getting hired by the Hunter Management Authority,

I'd been resting at home, jerking off like it was my job.

Today's fap material: Yoon Ha-kyeong, the female employee who'd first come knocking at my door for the Authority.

And Cha Ran-hee, the PR Department Team Leader and active Star Hunter who'd passionately opposed my official hunter registration.

I dug out two lower-body onaholes, set up my laptop in front of me, pulled up the Hunter Management Authority website, found photos of Yoon Ha-kyeong and Cha Ran-hee, planted them on the monitor, and hammered away at the onaholes in turn until I finished a furious back-to-back double session.

Both women were gorgeous enough to get a load out of me on imagination alone, but if you pressed me on which one ranked higher on the horniness scale, Team Leader Cha Ran-hee — working Star Hunter and all — took the crown.

"Fuck… the way she dresses like she's begging to get railed……"

I muttered, yanking my cock out of the onahole's silicone pussy.

Even now, if I closed my eyes, the image burned vivid behind my eyelids ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠— Cha Ran-hee's thighs on the verge of splitting her pants open, her breasts straining like the buttons were about to pop off and go flying.

It had been quite a while since I'd last jerked off to a real woman.

Of course, if I actually ended up having sex with either of them, my trauma might keep me from performing properly. Who knew.

But at home, jerking off? Different story.

When I was fapping, I was an omnipotent tyrant capable of bringing any woman alive to her knees.

……In my imagination, anyway.

"Whew……"

Two massive loads back to back had worked up an appetite.

Now that I had money coming in, maybe I'd splurge on delivery tonight.

The moment that thought crossed my mind—

Bzzzzzzt─

My phone vibrated. I checked it — one new message.

A message from the Authority.

Right — they'd said they'd notify me every time a new immortal individual got captured and brought into the containment facility.

Currently, seven immortal individuals were being held in containment.

It used to be eight, but I'd nailed the Harpy into oblivion, so they were down to seven.

With a new arrival, that brought it back up to eight.

Not an alarming number, exactly, but the more individuals piled up in containment, the heavier the burden on the Authority grew — so Lee Han-seop had asked me to visit the facility periodically and process them.

Processing the contained individuals was entirely at my discretion.

I could knock out several at once, or handle just one every few months, and nobody would complain.

Unless I neglected the job so badly that the contained immortal population ballooned, or some special circumstance pushed the Authority into requesting an emergency processing — I basically enjoyed freelancer-level freedom in how I worked.

And since I was officially on the Authority's payroll now, I had no intention of slacking off.

That said, the irregulars in the containment facility were, for all intents and purposes, one-use fap material — once I screwed one, it ceased to exist. So I'd already resolved to only show up for work when the mood truly struck me.

Jerk off at home when you feel like it, and it feels great. But jerk off out of obligation — five times a day, no exceptions — and fatigue starts outweighing the pleasure.

Anyway. First things first: I tapped the link in the message to check out the photos of the newly contained irregular.

"Hohh……"

High-resolution photos taken from multiple angles.

The individual designated Nepenthes looked less like a monster and more like a colossal plant.

Large and small vines twisted together in a dense tangle, and connected to that thicket — with an almost fairy-like quality — was a nude woman.

Her skin was a pale spring-green, and long, wavy hair of light chestnut-brown spilled over her chest and down to her waist.

If not for the countless plant stems twined around her, she was mysterious and beautiful enough that the woman alone, standing at the center, could pass for a human beauty in nothing but body paint.

As I admired the high-res Nepenthes photos from every angle, I felt my lower half twitch back to life with a dull ache — despite having just finished a two-round session with two of the Authority's female staff as material.

The Harpy I'd devoured before had bird limbs for arms and legs, but she hadn't been bad in the arousal department.

Nepenthes, though, possessed a fully human female body.

Naturally, being nonhuman, she wore not a single thread of clothing. Her smooth, streamlined, slender figure was on full display, and while her skin was green, it was immaculate.

Maybe she'd be my next immortal ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠target.

There were, granted, seven other immortal individuals already locked up in the Authority's containment — but fap material has never been about following an orderly queue.

You've got to move in the direction your cock points, or satisfaction never comes. That was my personal philosophy, anyway.

"Nepenthes… All right. As soon as I eat, I'm heading over."

Mind made up, I opened the delivery app and ordered eel over rice.

Having finished a satisfying meal of eel over rice, I headed straight for the Authority's underground containment facility.

This was effectively my first time reporting for duty without an Authority employee chaperoning me.

I scanned my staff ID through the security gate, then made my way to the containment chamber where Nepenthes was being held.

"So this is the place……"

Standing before the chamber, I recalled the work guidelines Lee Han-seop had given me.

Just to be safe, I opened the guidelines file on my phone and gave it one more read.

After reading the guidelines through twice, I set my gaze on the management-code nameplate mounted beside the chamber door, phone still in hand.

This was the first formal procedure I'd walked through since officially starting the job.

I straightened my collar and dialed the Situation Room's direct line.

The call connected before the second ring even finished.

"Yes, Situation Room."

"Situation Room, this is Nam Tae-geun from the Irregular Management Team."

"Oh! Yes, Team Leader Nam Tae-geun. Go ahead."

"Commencing processing of I-24, Nepenthes. Requesting surveillance camera shutdown before chamber entry."

"Confirmed. One moment, please."

A few seconds of silence passed.

In the meantime, I stared at the small red lamp mounted beside the door.

An indicator light signaling that the surveillance cameras were active.

"Camera shutdown complete. You're clear to proceed."

Only after watching the red lamp wink out with my own eyes did I reach out — phone still pressed to my ear — and tap my staff ID against the authentication panel next to the chamber.

Beep—

A crisp chime rang out, followed by the sound of the lock disengaging.

The thick containment door began sliding open to the side with a low hydraulic hum.

Only then did I pocket my phone.

"Whew……"

I took a short breath.

Strangely enough, while I felt my nerves tightening, my lower half was already throbbing with a dull ache, announcing its presence.

And this was after firing off two rounds at home already.

My cock — a veteran of eight consecutive loads in a single day — was apparently still hungry.

Hot, humid air billowed out through the opening door, washing over me.

It was like stepping into a greenhouse, thick with the scent of dense foliage.

Steeled, I took my first step into the containment chamber.