Kind Hana (5)

Kind Hana went on living much as she always had.

She laughed and talked and ate with her teammates. After team drills she came back and slept the afternoon away.

And when her lust occasionally exploded beyond all control, she still snuck into the laundry room to masturbate while breathing in Kang-jun’s scent.

She still eavesdropped on Kang-jun and Hye-mi devouring each other and worked herself raw to the sound of it, exactly as before.

…One thing, however, had changed. After every rough session with Hye-mi, Kang-jun always came to Hana’s room.

He opened the door without knocking and slipped inside. Every time, Park Hana was already there with her legs spread wide, her most private place fully exposed, fingers working furiously—as if it were a standing appointment.

And just as he always did, Kang-jun dragged a chair over and sat right in front of her. As if to say, go on, keep going.

“Hnnk… hnn… hnnph.”

She bit down hard, letting rough little snorts escape through her nose, and never stopped moving her fingers. She thrust them in hard until she came. When fingers alone weren’t enough she grabbed her favorite toy and shoved it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠straight in. …But it had no heat. Smooth and cold, it was nothing compared to Kang-jun’s fingers.

And eventually the pathetic begging began.

“Oppa… Oppa, finger Unnie’s pussy. Kang-jun-aaa… Unnie’s… Unnie’s pussy, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠please?”

Unable to hold back, she spread her crotch open with both hands. Hot, panting breaths spilled from her lips; that place wanted whatever he would give it.

“Kang-jun-aaa… Unnie’s pussy… Unnie’s pussy is so hot. Please. Please finger me. Pleeease.”

Park Hana begged with raw desperation. Kang-jun, who had been sitting with his legs crossed, listening in silence, gave a crooked smile and stood. He walked over to her. His palm settled against her crotch. Haaah. She twisted her hips once and let out a scorching, sticky breath.

Kang-jun slid two fingers straight in. Haaauk! Already dripping and slick, it needed no foreplay. He didn’t start thrusting right away. He kept her on the edge. Rubbed until she was about to tip over, then stopped. About to tip over again—stopped. …He played with her like a toy.

“Hnnk… pleeease. Please, finger me. Shake them… I’m gonna dieee. Kang-jun-ah, Unnie’s pussy—just fuck it with your fingers. Please. Please, Kang-jun-aaa.”

Park Hana felt like she was genuinely losing her mind. Why did he keep stopping…? Heat kept building with the lid clamped shut, nowhere for it to escape. The pressure only climbed higher. She had to release it somehow. She had to.

“Please. I’m really, really gonna dieee. Please—ugh, augh—no, no, Kang-jun-aaa. Don’t hold me down. No, I said shake them. Ahh, I—I—I really can’t. Ah, no, pleeease.”

In the end she tried to thrash her own body to finish herself off, but Kang-jun clamped a hand over her breast and pinned her still. Then he rubbed the soaked insides with his fingers, shook them, and stopped again the moment she was about to come.

“Okayyy. Okay, I lose, I lose. Please—please, do whatever you want. Nooo, just—just finger me…. Finger Unnie’s pussyyy! Just fuck it raw…—no, fuck, I said finger meee!”

The bitch finally found her voice.

The second that last curse tore out of her, Kang-jun started shaking his hand for real. Hard enough to blow her mind clean out of her skull.

—!

Park Hana’s waist arched like a drawn bow in a single instant. Two fingers became three. They rubbed and ground against the slick walls, and she completely came apart. Hwaaaah. Just like that, Kang-jun toyed with her using nothing but his fingers.

Her body jerked again and again. She held on through the first and second. On the third her breath started to lock. When the fourth began she thrashed, trying to escape his hand. But Kang-jun was never going to just watch. …Where did this pervert think she was going?

“Ah—uhh. Uhk. Haaauk. Heuk. Aaaaah!”

Her eyes, flashing like lightning, rolled back for a second and then returned. At the very end her body twisted so violently the fingers slipped free. She collapsed limp on the bed, twitching with intermittent spasms.

Hoo. Kang-jun smacked her breasts and flanks with his open palm. Ah—ack. The flesh bloomed red in the shape of his hand.

Sprawled out and gasping, she looked up at him with a pitiful gaze. …Her eyes still wanted something more. Something far thicker and harder than fingers.

Of course Kang-jun didn’t take his cock out. Thinking maybe she needed to beg harder, she pleaded and groveled as if she were ready to suck even his ass. In the end he turned and left as if to say, fuck off.

That half-finished dissatisfaction piled higher with every passing day. She thrashed alone trying to work it off, only to confirm again and again that without Kang-jun it was useless.

His cock… just once, please, I want to suck it. Kang-jun’s cock. Kang-jun’s cock, please fuck Unnie’s pussyyy.

Even the cosmetic bottle she used while imagining it was his cock no longer worked. Nothing—nothing at all—could scratch that itch.

…Still aching with frustration, she threw herself back into team training.

“Park Hana! Falling back again? Hold longer. Hold properly! Got it?!”

“Y-yes!”

Kang-jun slammed into Hana hard. Time after time she failed to hold and went flying, tumbling across the floor. The bone-breaking pain was so horrific her mouth simply fell open. Then the heal came right after.

We have to keep doing this…? She was terrified—but Kang-jun’s roar was more terrifying still.

“Get up already!”

“Y-yesss—”

Hana tried to rise and her legs suddenly gave out; she pitched forward. Kang-jun finished a round against Ogernam, then crashed into the staggering Hana again. The moment of impact—kwaang—her body truly left the ground.

—!

This time the pain was genuinely monstrous. She blacked out mid-flight and came to the instant she hit the earth. Her mouth hung open; it hurt too much even to scream.

Hye-mi poured healing into her at once. The pain was barely, barely smothered. Cold sweat sheeted down her body from how hideous it had been.

Kind Hana couldn’t get up again. Stamina was one thing, but the shock had left her with no will to rise.

“…That’s enough. Team training ends here for today. Switch to individual drills.”

Hye-mi hurried over to Hana, who was slumped on the ground looking wretched, and asked in a worried voice if she was all right.

“…Y-yeah, I’m fine, Hye-mi. I’m fine….”

She did not look fine. Her face had gone a little pale. Kang-jun crouched in front of kind Hana. She dropped her eyes in a frightened face, afraid of another scolding.

“Hana. You’ll spend the remaining time in special training with me. In a private room.”

“S-special training…?”

“Yes. Special training. Hye-mi, keep drilling until I call you.”

“…Okay.”

Hye-mi looked back and forth between Kang-jun and Hana with an uneasy expression. Unnie was already this worn out, and now special training on top of it. …It felt a little excessive.

But it was Kang-jun’s judgment, and she trusted that without question. A bit harsh, maybe—but there had to be a reason.

“Hana. Rest a bit, then get ready and come.”

“…Yes, Team Leader.”

Kang-jun turned on his heel without mercy, leaving the slumped-shouldered Hana behind.

He stepped into the private room and opened Park Hana’s status window.

The real reason Park Hana was perfect as a guard had nothing to do with anything else. It was that single growth trait. With that trait alone, she had the potential to rise to the absolute top tier among guards.

Grown to A-class, it reduced physical damage by a full thirty percent. For a guard, it was practically a broken skill.

But growth traits came with serious downsides of their own. Compared to flat stat-boost traits, their early utility was ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠low, and raising them was no easy task. A good trait demanded matching effort. Of course, nothing worthwhile came free.

Anyway—that was why she needed this so-called special training to grow the trait. As the last line of the description said, just like Kang-jun’s own, the trait’s resistance rose the more she was exposed to attacks. …What that meant was obvious.

Kang-jun cracked his knuckles with a crooked smile as Hana quietly slipped into the private room. Unnie, fighting! Hye-mi cheered her on to the very end.

“Lock the door.”

Hana pressed the lock button with a soft click.

The private room was sealed. And so the thoroughly perverted woman couldn’t help spinning strange fantasies. Those fantasies went completely wild the moment he ordered her to strip.

Hana peeled her clothes off one by one with faintly trembling hands. Out of some scrap of dignity she left the sports bra and panties on.

“You playing around?”

At that single line from Kang-jun, she finally stripped the bra and panties off and threw them aside. Park Hana pressed her legs together, covered her large breasts with her arms, and hung her head low.

Don’t tell me… here…?

In her experience, there was only one thing a naked man and woman did.

…According to her common sense, at least.

But his reaction was nothing like what she had expected.

“That trait of yours—physical attack resistance, right? Resistance goes up the more you’re hit.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got a similar trait. …But it’s weak early on. To make it usable, you have to grow it. …Obvious, right? It’s a growth trait.”

Park Hana couldn’t understand why Kang-jun was suddenly saying any of this. She had been hoping she might finally get to suck his cock.

“Brace.”

Uh… brace? …Brace for what?

Slaaap.

—?!

Kang-jun’s open palm cracked hard across her breast. The fierce pain that followed dropped Park Hana to the floor with a cry of augh. Her chest flared hot in an instant. For a second she couldn’t even process what had just happened.

“What are you doing? Get up.”

“Ah—Team Leader. J-just a second. No, this is—”

“I count to three. One. Twoo—”

Park Hana bit her lower lip hard and lurched to her feet. One breast, already flushed bright red, bounced heavily up and down.

He slapped the other breast just as hard. Auuugh. Tears pricked at the pain as she staggered back several steps. Heat flooded her body; cold sweat ran down her spine. She was already panting. It hurt so much.

“Park Hana! Does this look like a game to you? I said special training! This is the kind of work where even killing yourself might not be enough, and you’re whining because it ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠stings a little? …Hah. I’m honestly disappointed.”

Park Hana bit her lip until it bled. It truly hurt—but she couldn’t defy him.

“You think I’m doing this out of some personal kink? …Hana. Don’t get the wrong idea. I’m going this far so you don’t end up as dead weight. Still don’t get it? Hana, are you that stupid?”

“N-no…. Hic. I-I’m sorry. I’ll do it. I can do it. I’ll hold on.”

“Show me some grit, Hana.”

Park Hana took several deep breaths and stepped toward him again. She squeezed her eyes shut and clasped both hands behind her back.

Slaaap.

Kang-jun’s palm struck her body again. Augh. She flinched. The palm cracked down once more. Augh. Her body jerked in response. She clenched her teeth and forced the pain down.

“You have to take it everywhere—no blank spots—if you want maximum efficiency. Endure it even if it hurts, understood?”

“Y…es.”

Kang-jun methodically slapped every part of her body with sharp, ringing blows. Breasts, belly, arms, back, ass, legs—and even her crotch.

—!

That last one she couldn’t simply stand and take. Her body bounced upward and then pitched forward onto the floor. While she was catching her breath, Kang-jun spoke in a flat, dry voice.

“Neck and face would be too much…. The other teammates can see those. And you’d be embarrassed too, Hana.”

“Yess…. Th-thank you.”

“Rest a moment, then we go again.”

Haa, haa. Park Hana felt her breathing grow more and more feverish. The hot, throbbing ache rising from her stinging skin mixed with her perverted lust and twisted into a strange excitement. And when he had slapped her crotch earlier, that excitement had peaked.

…Being hit by him felt oddly good.