Chapter 27
Chapter 27
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 27
Chapter Title: The Greatest Hunter Appears (2)
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"Slurp, slurp."
"Hoo..."
Park Won-jun let out sounds of pure pleasure.
He sometimes made noises like that as a playful tease to excite women, but right now, it was genuine.
To begin with, Park Min-ju—who was lying on the bed, sucking his cock—didn't need any such theatrics.
"Our Min-ju's skills seem to be improving more and more."
"..."
Min-ju kept up the blowjob without a word of reply.
Sucking on this massive cock demanded serious concentration.
She had no bandwidth right now for Won-jun's usual daily teasing.
"...Huh?"
"Slurp, slurp."
Won-jun cocked his head.
Min-ju's face looked a little different from her usual.
Actually, it had been changing bit by bit for a while now, but at this moment, he registered it more sharply than ever.
"Haa."
Min-ju had slathered it thoroughly with saliva before taking it into her mouth, licking up and down the shaft with her tongue now and then.
She gazed up at him soulfully, as if silently urging him to really look at her.
The eyes that met his were intensely captivating, and her flushed cheeks were utterly adorable.
"..."
Won-jun couldn't help but smile at the sight.
"Why are you smiling?"
"'Cause it's amusing."
"What?"
Min-ju paused the sucking to brush back her hair as she spoke.
"Min-ju, why'd you turn into such a proper little lady all of a sudden?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"That look in your eyes while you're sucking me off? Total lovestruck vibe."
"..."
"I didn't order you to like me, y'know."
"Shut your mouth before I bite."
Min-ju scowled as she snapped back at Won-jun's words.
"Keep going."
Won-jun flashed her an endearing smile and motioned for her to resume.
"Gonna cum."
"Mmph!"
And the telltale sign of his climax.
"Ngh."
Spurt, spurt.
Won-jun flooded Min-ju's mouth with semen amid waves of ecstatic pleasure.
The thick ropes shooting out over several pulses were proof of just how satisfying the blowjob had been.
Gulp, gulp.
Min-ju swallowed it all down on the spot.
If she tried gathering it up first, there was just too much—she'd end up spitting it back out—so she'd picked up a technique for swallowing it steadily.
"Ah."
"Ah..."
"Good girl."
Once he'd confirmed her mouth was clean after gulping it all down, Won-jun gently stroked Min-ju's hair.
"Shower together?"
"Quiet, ugh."
She'd matched his rhythm perfectly to swallow every drop, but the moment it was over, she switched to her usual prickly tone. Then she bolted to the bathroom to rinse away the lingering fishy aftertaste.
"Hmm."
The sound of toothbrushing drifted out from behind the bathroom door.
Won-jun couldn't quite put his finger on it exactly, but the faint sense of change made him smile.
'More importantly.'
How had his Special Hunter application gone?
It was about time for a response.
"Study hard."
"I always do."
"That's my girl."
"Sigh."
Won-jun pulled Min-ju—who had averted her gaze—into a tight embrace.
It had become a set routine by now.
No matter if they went to school or skipped, or what time they headed out, every morning after waking up together, Min-ju would suck Won-jun's cock.
Lately, he'd been calling her over to his place every day to cuddle and sleep, which meant blowjobs were basically a daily occurrence.
Morning head, then proper sex before bed.
Only after that did Won-jun feel like he truly slept deeply—and he preferred drifting off while feeling a woman's body heat against him.
"..."
Min-ju—who had left first today—glanced back at the front door.
A lifestyle she could never confess to anyone. Utterly ridiculous. And even more terrifying? How thoroughly she'd adapted to it.
"Thank you!"
Saja University Economics lecture hall.
As the class ended, the students chorused their thanks, and the gruff professor merely waved them off.
Even so, he was known for generous grading, so his classes were always fiercely competitive.
"Nngh."
Second-year Park Won-jun stretched out his body.
He'd raked in roughly 30 million won from his latest tower runs, but since they barely took any time, he could pour himself into his studies.
His daily life boiled down to tower raids, energy circulation and meditation, studying, and sex. That was it.
He gave his all to every pursuit, and his midterm scores reflected that handsomely.
"..."
'Something feels kinda off.'
Won-jun picked up on the shift in the air around him.
No way monsters or martial arts masters were lurking in the lecture hall—it was just the vibe emanating from ordinary students.
Not outright negative, but... what was it?
"Huh?"
"Yeah?"
As class let out and he was walking along, Won-jun spotted someone.
"Hye-rim, right?"
"Oh, hi there."
"..."
Jo Hye-rim, the cute ponytail undergrad.
Economics second-year, age 21. One of Won-jun's recent conquests.
Though her naked body had turned out less appealing than her clothed looks, so his interest had faded fast.
"You don't look so good."
"Me? No, I'm fine..."
"Hmm..."
She clearly wasn't.
"I'll walk you home. C'mon."
Won-jun gave her a gentle smile. Their routes home lined up conveniently anyway.
"Okay..."
The underclassman couldn't bring herself to refuse the senior she'd hooked up with recently.
Such a sweet girl.
"This is kinda entertaining."
"Entertaining? Anyway, oppa—you're not the guy, right?"
Won-jun chuckled leisurely from the driver's seat. Hye-rim, meanwhile, wore a faintly worried expression.
Not entirely selfless concern, either—it was also a circuitous plea for him to deny it.
Hye-rim's story was pretty intriguing.
A post had gone up recently on Yaburi Time, the anonymous community site popular with college kids—the Saja University board.
"Kids these days have such a way with words."
"Huh?"
"Nothing."
Won-jun read through the Yaburi Time post and comments. It was like a battlefield—nearly 200 replies.
He got that it was targeting him, but he had no interest in hunting down who posted it. People could think what they wanted; they might feel wronged. Posting on communities was free speech, after all.
'But still.'
Won-jun couldn't wrap his head around the line claiming it was the first time she'd seen such a "pervy" guy in her life.
What was so pervy about it?
Sure, out of the 40+ women he'd slept with since semester started, he'd probably pissed on the faces of over 10 and cum-swallowed more than 20.
But news was full of way worse stuff, and it was all standard play in mainstream porn that didn't even get censored. So what?
"Lots of girls know you have a nice car and tons of money, so maybe that's sparking misunderstandings."
"Could be."
"But seriously, it's not you, right?"
Won-jun smirked at Hye-rim's words.
Hye-rim hadn't witnessed Won-jun's flashy escapades firsthand. She was a fairly cute college girl, but she didn't blend well into groups.
Still, she couldn't accept that she'd been nothing but a one-night plaything for this notorious player, so she was demanding confirmation indirectly.
"That's college life for ya. Oh, there's your place, Hye-rim."
"..."
Hye-rim's expression darkened as Won-jun gave no straight answer.
No denial, no admission that he was the bad guy in the rumors.
Won-jun figured that was the most entertaining response.
[Park Si-young - Missed calls x 2]
"..."
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
Won-jun checked his missed calls and smiled at the woman who'd brought him iced coffee.
Couldn't pick up during this crucial moment.
The exposé had blown up on Yaburi a few days ago, and Won-jun received word about his Special Hunter status through the Hunter Management Department.
Kim Jong-dae, 44-year-old chief of the review section at Korea's Hunter Management Department, greeted him at the building.
"You look even younger in person."
"Thank you."
"Balancing college and hunting must be tough."
"Planning to drop out soon anyway."
"Ah, haha. Got it."
Kim Jong-dae gave an awkward smile at the breezy reply.
Won-jun was wrapping up his "rich college kid" act now that he'd become a Special Hunter.
It had only ever been a temporary diversion—until he gained not just money, but real status.
His interest in college girls had been cooling off anyway, and lately, something had killed it for good.
Because of the rumors, girls at school were subtly keeping their distance from him.
Amusingly, though, his private messages hadn't dried up at all.
With fewer girls expected to approach now, the ones who did were competing even harder.
'This isn't what I want.'
Won-jun craved women who valued their bodies, were selective with men, and held themselves to high standards. Women ought to act like women.
But here he was, labeled a trashy womanizer—untouchable in public at school, yet girls outside were practically begging for dates.
Utterly disappointing.
Would Si-young, at least—who he knew decently—be any different? He wasn't holding his breath. She had some loyalty, so he'd reach out, but that was it.
"Congratulations. Hunter Park Won-jun, you're now one of fewer than 100 Special Hunters in Korea. Practically a direct agent of the state."
"Thank you."
The expected outcome. Won-jun offered a polite quirk of his lips.
"Bonuses added to mana crystals and materials you trade in, equipment support, and various privileges. As for those privileges..."
Won-jun nodded along. Immunity from prosecution piqued his interest; the rest, not so much.
"Then let's head up for your final registration."
"Sure."
The two men headed to the elevator.
"Wasn't registration already done with the application?"
"Just the final procedure. Nothing major. Oh, right—something not on the form. Your hunter class."
"..."
'Class?'
Won-jun tilted his head.
What class was he, exactly?
