Chapter 0
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 0
Chapter Title: Prologue: The Eve of Returning to School, The Hunter's Awakening (Renewal)
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Kang Siyun lay on his bed in dorm room 305, lights off.
Streetlight seeped through cracks in the window, tracing long golden streaks across the ceiling.
The room's air hung heavy with old dust and the stale remnants of cigarettes he'd secretly smoked in the army.
He glared at the ceiling, drumming his fingers on the bedsheet.
22 years old.
One year and six months in the army after high school graduation, plus six months on leave.
Two years total before returning to school.
He picked up his phone and opened the front camera.
The face on the screen.
Small, sharp eyes, a straight nose, thin lips that looked twisted.
His black hair was messily swept back by hand.
Lean body with faint muscles from the army, but he still didn't look strong at all.
If anything, he gave off a "Why's that guy so scrawny?" vibe.
Siyun chuckled lowly at his reflection.
"Holy shit... I'm really coming back, huh? Haha."
No excitement or self-mockery in his voice.
Just a cold anticipation rising from deep within.
Back in high school, he was "pathetic Siyun."
Grades in the middle-low ranks, looks below average, personality timid as hell.
Couldn't string a proper sentence together in front of girls, would glance from afar and bolt if caught.
Brave drips on KakaoTalk, but in person, his voice shook and he never hit send.
Instagram stalking was daily routine; accidental likes canceled three or four times a day minimum.
Han Mijin.
The class goddess.
Long straight hair, 75E bust, S-line figure.
The day their eyes met in the hallway and she smiled, "You okay?", he dropped his books and ran.
That night, the "Mijin" folder started filling up.
Now it held over 4,200 photos.
Seo Eunju.
Student Council President, overwhelming 75H glamour.
Always barking orders, never even noticing losers like Siyun.
Seo Yerin.
Cute bob cut, straight-A image hiding paid dates.
He'd once caught her arm-in-arm with some old guy outside a Gangnam club.
Han Suae.
70D bust, aggressive speech, clung to her one "oppa."
Sneered "Hey, loser" every time she saw Siyun.
Professor Dasom.
The beauty prof with 80F assets who blushed whenever their eyes met in lecture.
Siyun replayed every memory one by one.
Back then, he could only watch from afar.
Not anymore.
The army hadn't taught him to shoot guns.
How to read people's weaknesses.
How to latch onto those weaknesses and never let go.
A pride that never broke first.
And never missing a chance when it came.
He opened the drawer.
A small transparent ziplock.
A plastic vial of white powder.
A gift from an army junior.
"Hyung-nim, this stuff is insane."
"Body keeps heating up, but you never climax."
"Repeat it enough, and their mind shatters—they'll crave only their Owner."
Siyun recalled the words as he twisted open the vial.
He dabbed a bit on his fingertip and sniffed.
Odorless.
Dissolved completely in booze.
He pocketed the vial and stood before the mirror again.
His lips slowly curled up.
"This time... I'm taking them all."
He sat on the bed and opened the department group chat.
'Business Department Class of 24'
42 members total, 28 girls.
Chaos over MT prep.
A photo from Han Mijin.
Cream crop top, black hot pants.
Deep cleavage, thighs on full display.
He zoomed in.
"Mijin-ah... you're first."
He saved the photo, muttering.
"Then Eunju, Yerin, Suae..."
"All the way to Professor Dasom."
"I'll make every one of you cry, beg, and take my cock."
Siyun set down his phone and gazed out the window.
Tomorrow morning: first day back.
He'd see Mijin and Yerin in the lecture hall.
He slowly closed his eyes.
His mind painted a finished picture.
Mijin on her knees, tears streaming as she begged.
Eunju stripping off her president mask, writhing in jealousy.
Yerin sobbing through aegyo pleas.
Suae cursing aggressively before breaking down in sobs.
Professor Dasom trembling in shame before the class.
All of them in his grasp.
"You bitches..."
"Like the oppa-ditcher, the prof slut, the prez bitch..."
"Cry for real in front of me. Haha."
He chuckled lowly.
First day back in the morning.
The hunt was just beginning.