Chapter 30
Chapter 30
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 30
Chapter Title: The Legendary Hunter Appears (5)
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"Si-young..."
The 20-year-old Kim Dong-myeong froze in place.
It felt like he'd been smashed in the head with a hammer.
What the hell is she saying?
From the lips of Si-young, whom he'd believed to be so innocent, pretty, one-of-a-kind in the world—words like that?
Sleeping with another guy? What the hell?
"Didn't you hear me? I'm telling you because you're curious. I slept with that oppa. We had sex."
"..."
"Feeling wronged? You don't give it up for me, but you fuck that oppa?"
"Si-young."
Si-young spat out her words as if possessed by rage, stabbing daggers into her boyfriend's chest.
No, he was already a man she'd let go in her heart.
It wasn't even about like or dislike anymore. They simply couldn't be together now.
"Guess you didn't get it."
Her lips curved unnaturally upward, her eyes trembling.
Anyone could see Si-young looked anxious as she frantically rummaged for something.
Then she fiddled with the convenience store items one by one.
"That oppa's dick? Length like this, girth about this thick. And it was rock-hard, felt like a wooden log shoving inside."
"Si-young, please."
Dong-myeong's head felt like it would split open at Si-young's shocking words. How nice it would be if this were a dream.
But she showed no sign of stopping.
"That oppa never used a condom once. And he'd cum at least five times, blasting it all inside me. I hate it on my face, but he loves it—makes me full facial and unloads like crazy. Ahahaha."
Si-young laughed as if half-mad, reminiscing about her days with Won-jun, kindly explaining it all to her longtime male friend turned boyfriend.
"Thanks to that oppa, I'm used to sucking dick now. At first it was so big, my jaw hurt and my mouth felt like it'd rip, but it stretches with practice. Why? Excited?"
"..."
Dong-myeong looked dizzy just hearing it.
"Why... why are you doing this, Si-young?"
But his top priority was still salvaging their relationship.
He asked why his girlfriend was suddenly dumping all this horror on him.
Breaking up with Si-young was still the scariest thing imaginable.
"You feel wronged because we never had sex?"
"That's not—"
"What do you mean 'not'? If you think I'm being a bitch, just say it!"
Si-young shot up from the bench, exploding in fury.
If there were people around, they'd have done more than stare—they'd have told her to shut up.
"Why act all nice? You wanna fuck me too, that's why you're dating me."
"No, Si-young, I—"
"You thought I'd be touched if you kept it up? Thought I'd give it up easy? Ah, yeah, she lives alone—no motel costs, no need to borrow from friends."
"What? Th-that..."
No way?
Dong-myeong remembered instantly.
That day he'd borrowed motel money from a friend. How did Si-young know?
But he hadn't done anything wrong. He'd just done his best.
"I'm leaving."
"Wait!"
"Let go."
"..."
Si-young glared at her boyfriend as if to say she wouldn't repeat herself.
Her eyes were ice-cold, like she was looking at a corpse.
Today, Dong-myeong had seen more new expressions on Si-young than ever before.
"I can't see you anymore. I'm not the girl you knew. So let's end it."
"..."
Dong-myeong's hand, clutching Si-young's arm, fell limply away.
He had no choice but to let her go.
Just as she'd said last, she wasn't the Si-young he knew anymore.
"...Hahaha."
They say when you're too sad or desperate, laughter comes out.
Dong-myeong slumped alone on the bench, frozen stiff.
It felt like a bullet had pierced his chest.
"Haa."
Having declared a brutal breakup to her boyfriend, Si-young walked toward the subway station.
Sorry. Don't meet girls like me anymore.
She held back her tears and kept walking.
Deep down, she knew. Dong-myeong hadn't done a single thing wrong.
Things had just changed—a lot.
As a fresh college girl who'd crossed quite a distance by Korean standards for university.
Her fate—to start a romantic relationship with a guy she'd known forever, get touched by little things, laugh together, nurture sweet love with her boyfriend—had been rewritten.
What if Park Won-jun hadn't swept her into dreamlike days, then in a fancy hotel, robbed her virginity while drunk and forceful?
At 20, scraping by financially, maybe they'd have awkwardly entered her room, blushed, covered each other's clumsiness with care, hugged tight, had that innocent, thrilling first time.
But Won-jun appeared in Si-young's life, rendering it all meaningless.
Won-jun never minded her feelings. Totally selfish.
Yet being swept along, dominated by such a willful man felt so easy.
She learned men existed who could drop hundreds of millions of won just to fuck her.
Her mindset completely rewired.
Now Dong-myeong's pure love felt like cheap tricks to fuck her on the cheap.
I know that.
Dong-myeong was absolutely not that kind of guy. She knew how devoted he'd been since their uniform days, how warm.
But the girl who enjoyed that romance was dead.
Won-jun's massive cock left her helpless, waking the next morning.
Raped girl. Girl who cheated on her boyfriend.
Back then, hating any label, wanting to run, when she rationalized—or escaped—as Won-jun said, it was probably inevitable.
"...Ha, crazy bitch."
Si-young's self-mocking laugh. A nearby 10-year-old boy turned, thinking he'd misheard.
No way that doll-like pretty noona was cursing like that.
The boy's cheeks flushed; he knew beauty when he saw it.
Si-young knew it all, yet thought tending herself per Won-jun's words, drawing his occasional attention for sex and luxury would make her happy.
Too late to turn back now.
"Ah, this is good."
"..."
"This braised kimchi isn't too sweet—pretty decent. Gotta order it more often."
Park Won-jun's apartment.
As always, eating lunch with Park Min-ju.
They respected each other's privacy but preferred eating together.
"Something on my face?"
"Huh?"
"You've been staring since earlier."
"I have not."
Min-ju, who'd been sneaking glances at Won-jun, feigned innocence and picked at a side of rolled omelet.
"You're an Awakener? A Hunter?"
"Yeah. Was that why you've been acting weird?"
Won-jun chuckled, finding it cute.
Of course, Min-ju had her reasons.
Hunters, whose work decided a nation's fate, drew tons of attention regardless of country.
But now, advanced nations had solid top-climbing systems and inter-nation support, so the fear of domestic tower failures causing catastrophe was mostly gone.
Humans adapt; even that terror became routine. Worst case, powerhouses like the US or China would step in.
Still.
It's amazing.
Even Min-ju, who wasn't big on Hunters, found Won-jun being one mind-blowing.
"Not scared? Videos show them fighting super monstrous things."
"Nah."
Won-jun had no wariness toward monsters, so no fear.
If anything, back in the martial world when his realm was low, facing experts scared him more.
"You're way more badass than I thought. No wonder you blow cash like crazy."
"Huh? Disappointed? Think I skimp on you?"
"Who said that..."
Min-ju pouted and kept eating.
Both Won-jun and Min-ju had grown up far from wealth.
So they had little desire for a higher standard of living.
"Hey, let's save a bit, okay?"
"Yeah, yeah."
Clearing delivery food.
Won-jun casually brushed off the nagging.
"..."
That moment, heading to the fridge for water.
Won-jun's expression turned grave watching Min-ju toss recyclables.
"Park Min-ju."
"What? Ahh!"
Won-jun approached and hugged her.
"Hey, at least brush your teeth first."
Won-jun squeezed her ass with both hands.
Jeans made that appealing butt even more pronounced.
But Won-jun wasn't thrilled. He'd groped it plenty—what was this change?
"Yeah, jeans make it obvious."
"What?"
"Go weigh yourself."
"Suddenly?"
"Now."
Won-jun's face was firm.
Compared to his rough bedroom talk, he was usually gentle, so Min-ju eyed him warily and headed to the scale.
"...Haa."
Won-jun sighed deeply upon seeing the number, like he'd lost his country.
He pressed a hand to his forehead.
"What? Why?"
Min-ju couldn't fathom Won-jun's reaction.
43.95kg on the scale.
Won-jun couldn't even look at it.
"Remember what I said?"
"What? Why the sudden fuss?"
"Your weight."
"My weight?"
"Don't you get it? Think back."
Won-jun usually spoke bluntly. He rarely pushed someone to figure it out.
But this time, his composure cracked a bit.
"Ah..."
Min-ju frowned, bit her lip, something dawning.
"46kg."
"You remember well."
164cm, 46kg.
The pretty body Won-jun loved.
No flab, not flat-chested, nice hips—he wanted Min-ju to maintain it.
Allowance: ±2kg from 46.
Gain was okay up to barely 50kg, but loss? 43.95kg shocked him.
She'd just eaten—how much had she really dropped?
Her face looked leaner lately too.
"Hoo."
Won-jun scrunched his eyes against the betrayal, scratching his head.
"Exams lately, and tired, so I guess I lost weight."
Explanation time.
This absurd clause was still a promise. Seeing Won-jun's usually soft tone turn cold, Min-ju treaded carefully.
"College kids study, get tired sometimes. But dropping this much? At your leanness, it shouldn't come off easy. Isn't this self-neglect?"
"It drops fast once it starts."
"That grilled snack place I order 'cause you like it—even munching those daily wouldn't drop you this much."
"Hey, eating that junk daily would make me fat and ugly. You wanna see my belly pooch?"
Min-ju explained, but Won-jun looked away.
Even averting eyes was effort to cool his anger.
Proof of affection.
Even so.
His head said it happens, but he couldn't accept it.
Maybe tomorrow she'd be back in range.
But a promise was a promise—betrayal of their love.
He'd praised her figure endlessly, yet she failed to maintain it.
Problem: no fix. Couldn't force-feed her now.
Driving me nuts.
Too lenient with Min-ju? Needed to make an issue, scold her.
But no ideas came. She'd suffered enough already.
"Min-ju, do better from now on."
"...Yeah."
"Haa. What can I do to you anyway? Just know I'm really pissed this time."
Won-jun said that and retreated to his room. He still liked Min-ju but was too disappointed to stay together now.
They say cohabiting leads to fights.
Not exactly from living together, but yeah, couples fight more sharing space.
His happy routine had hit a snag.
"A Special Hunter coming here in person..."
"Nah, this is convenient for me."
Two days later, nearby Hunter Management Center.
Park Won-jun smiled at the staff.
Today: trading Mana Crystals and drops for cash.
Special Hunters got home service, but Won-jun saw no need.
Felt like a walk; not bad.
"Processing will be much faster than before."
"Thanks."
Won-jun left after polite guidance.
Honestly, his pile of cash was already hard to spend—delays didn't matter.
Special Hunter.
Great specs now meant approaching higher-profile college girls, not just locals.
Won-jun's criteria for women: fame. Specifically, how badly guys wanted her, to fuck her.
Or her story, narrative, background.
How much it excited him.
But the latter needed time to immerse, so prioritize fame first.
"..."
But.
Won-jun's mind was messy lately. A man's home had to be peaceful to look outward.
"Yaaawn, mmph!"
"It's fine."
Won-jun stroked Park Min-ju's hair as she yawned mid-sleep.
That night.
Won-jun had brought Min-ju home anyway, holding her as they slept.
No sex since their first real fight.
Just not in the mood.
Still, he couldn't give up cuddling to sleep.
"..."
Hm?
Dawn hours?
Won-jun woke mid-sleep.
And Min-ju, who should be in his arms, wasn't.
"..."
What's she doing?
"Hehe."
Won-jun didn't open his eyes right away.
His lower half felt empty, but pleasurable tingles spread.
Plus, Min-ju's eager slurping sounds.
Well, now.
Reason unknown, but Won-jun couldn't help smiling.