Chapter 31
Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: The Greatest Hunter Appears (6)
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Early in the morning, in Park Won-jun's room.
Park Min-ju, who was practically his live-in girlfriend, woke up from sleep.
'Lately, it's like this every night.'
She woke up midway about twice every three days and couldn't get proper rest.
At first, she thought it was from the intense sex they had every day with Won-jun, but even without it lately, the problem persisted.
Min-ju glanced at Won-jun's arm, which was loosely wrapped around her despite holding her tight.
'It's big.'
She compared her hand to Won-jun's.
Hand size usually scaled with height, but even accounting for that, Won-jun's were on the larger side.
Back in high school, he could grip a basketball with one hand, even if not super comfortably.
"...This is so annoying."
Min-ju muttered in her signature slightly husky, drowsy voice.
The words slipped out the moment she looked at Won-jun's face.
Could there be a guy this selfish in the world?
As if she were some object, acting like that just because she'd lost a bit of weight.
Of course, his uncharacteristic disappointed expression had gotten under her skin a little.
Min-ju kept gazing intently at Won-jun's face.
Then she cupped her own face.
'He's out of his mind.'
What annoyed her even more was herself.
After being treated like that, why did her heart race? Why did she feel so secure?
Excitement and comfort.
For a woman to feel both toward a man meant she harbored every emotion possible toward a viable mate—it wasn't an exaggeration.
Min-ju knew this deep down, which filled her with self-loathing.
She stared at Won-jun's sleeping face.
'It's strange.'
No one knew, but Won-jun had changed completely after his trip to the martial world.
His personality had flipped, he'd gained muscle, and his whole vibe was different.
Yet strangely, seeing him like this in sleep made Min-ju feel like she was looking at his old face.
It wasn't that long ago—the early days when she'd first met and hung out with Won-jun.
Clean-cut, decently handsome in a manly way, tall, hardworking guy.
When he'd play mischievous pranks, he'd scratch his head and chuckle like a total softie.
Of course, she hadn't felt much attraction as a woman.
Working together, he'd always insist on doing everything himself. "It's fine, I'm good."
From a woman's perspective, he was like a giant teddy bear or a big dog.
Honestly, she'd never once thought they'd date.
"Haa."
Min-ju placed her hand on Won-jun's cheek and let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
But things were different now.
Ridiculously, she was completely under his control. She felt intense sexiness and raw masculinity from Won-jun.
The way women discovered masculinity and superiority in men was similar yet varied.
It depended on age and environment.
In immature, childish days, the boy who fought well seemed coolest.
A bit more mentally mature, and you'd stare at a guy solving tough math problems.
At church, the church oppa was the handsomest in the world; at school, a young student teacher or online lecturer's hint of maturity would steal your heart.
"..."
Min-ju's feelings as she gazed at Won-jun weren't much different, but far more intense.
Just being in this man's arms made it feel like the whole world would sort itself out.
A man with zero morality.
So if anyone touched her, he'd eliminate them.
Not because she was his beloved woman, but because she was his possession, his slave.
But that's precisely what drew her in.
Not some sentimental, romantic type waxing poetic about love, but a greedy man who wouldn't let anyone take what was his.
"Haa."
Min-ju unconsciously pressed her thighs together.
Something felt off down there—a shameful sensation no one could ever discover.
"......"
'We haven't done it lately.'
Every day, Won-jun would grab her whole body and thrust his massive cock into her, but lately, nothing.
It was what people called the cold war after a fight.
But that was Won-jun's unilateral decision, not Min-ju's will.
Smoothly.
Min-ju shoved the blanket aside.
'No.'
Her body moved on its own.
Toward Won-jun's lower body, his pants.
She slowly pulled off his pajama pants.
"Mm..."
Like a cat, she stroked and climbed up his leg.
Her gaze was already fixed on one spot.
'Ah, no.'
She had to stop now. She was on the verge of crossing a river a woman couldn't return from.
'You bastard.'
But she couldn't. Min-ju closed her eyes and muttered inwardly.
He'd ravage her body every day, then suddenly ignore her.
This was all this man's fault.
Smoothly.
"......"
Min-ju went through with it.
She'd stripped off the panties of the sleeping Won-jun.
And her hand reached out naturally.
It moved automatically, as if programmed. She'd been with Won-jun's cock every day, after all.
Gulp.
Seeing his cock after days apart made her lose her mind even more. She felt drunk.
"Ha-ut, haa."
Min-ju felt a strange pleasure rising from below.
Her right hand toyed with Won-jun's impossibly huge cock, while her left stroked his thigh muscles.
'...Sexy.'
The springy thigh muscles that bounced under her fingers.
And even in the dim light, his chiseled abs and pubic bone were visible.
With that massive cock swelling up too, Min-ju was going insane.
The other person was asleep, she was the one awake—why did she feel so overwhelmed?
"Sniff sniff."
The cock right in front of her nose.
A faint, pleasant scent wafted from it.
The body wash Min-ju had recently said smelled good.
Won-jun had bought a bunch of promising ones at random, but after her comment, he'd settled on this.
"Haa."
Right before her eyes was the cock of the world's scariest, most dangerous, yet reassuring man.
And this body wash scent.
When a dictatorial man who controlled everything showed her a sliver of consideration...
A woman couldn't help but feel insane pleasure.
"...Die."
Min-ju murmured as her face drew closer to Won-jun's cock.
A man who treated women like objects.
The man who'd blackmailed her with photos and raped her in the bathroom.
The man who still hadn't deleted the video of her crying and begging while being raped.
A man who didn't know condoms, always creampieing inside.
A man who'd cum on her face without permission, then check if she'd swallowed.
"Heee..."
Min-ju licked that man's cock of her own accord.
'He's the bad one.'
Even while fucking Min-ju roughly, Won-jun always aimed to make the woman cum first over his own pleasure.
He knew exactly where to touch from her head to her toes, what angle to thrust in missionary or doggy to excite her.
Min-ju realized she could never escape Won-jun, who understood and dominated every part of her.
"Slurp, slurp."
Feeling his cock fully hard, Min-ju took it in her mouth and sucked.
"Mm, slurp, haa."
With drugged, hazy eyes, she licked up and down the shaft.
Her hand was between her legs now; she'd yanked off her pajama pants.
She fingered her soaked panties, masturbating.
The worry of Won-jun waking up was long forgotten. She was just a slave to pleasure now, like Won-jun's slave.
"Slurp slurp, heee... Huh?"
Min-ju froze in shock.
She'd closed her eyes briefly, sucking and licking his cock like a madwoman while fingering herself.
"W-Won-jun."
"Looked like you were enjoying it, so I let it go on."
Won-jun was awake, looking at her. When had that happened?
"Kyaaak!"
Then Min-ju was grabbed by Won-jun and flipped onto the bed instead.
"......"
Lain down and pinned by Won-jun, Min-ju turned her head to the side and closed her eyes.
Excuses wouldn't help.
She'd been caught sucking a sleeping man's cock while masturbating—like a crazy slut.
"Park Min-ju, sexually frustrated, huh?"
"I don't know, what do you want?"
"Oh? Here too?"
"Hey! Hey! Kyaa!"
Won-jun spread Min-ju's legs wide. An utterly humiliating pose for a woman.
"You're driving me crazy."
Won-jun chuckled.
Rubbing her pussy, it was already soaked enough to take his huge cock without issue.
"Min-ju."
"...What."
Her face flushed red, Min-ju muttered rebelliously yet timidly.
Caught secretly sucking and masturbating, legs splayed wide—she was mortified.
"I left you alone these past few days 'cause I was upset, but I didn't know you wanted it this bad."
Normally she'd curse him out, but now Min-ju averted her gaze like a kid caught stealing.
"Euk!"
Won-jun grabbed her slender face with his big hand, forcing her to look at him.
"You said you're my slave, Park Min-ju. What happens if you do this without permission?"
"Hng, ha, let go! It hurts!"
Won-jun glared at her face with intense eyes.
"And how many times do I have to tell you I like doing it myself?"
"Kyaa!"
Won-jun hoisted Min-ju up effortlessly.
Min-ju had to cling to him, and Won-jun supported her easily with one arm.
"Hey! Hey! Turn off the light!"
"No. Gotta see your pretty face."
Carrying Min-ju over his shoulder, Won-jun turned on the light as he pleased. The sudden brightness stung Min-ju's eyes, but he ignored it.
"Aaaak!"
"Hoo."
Won-jun showed no mercy tonight.
No bed or anything—he just thrust his cock into Min-ju's pussy while she dangled from him.
His massive size let him penetrate deep even in this unstable position.
'This is insane.'
What was this thrill? Sex with Min-ju was always satisfying, but tonight felt exceptionally good.
Days since the last time? That didn't fully explain it.
"Haaaang! Put me down! Down! Aaang!"
"So good, Min-ju. Feels amazing."
This lifted-thrusting sensation was fresh and incredible.
"Sniff."
Smack.
Won-jun, inhaling her hair scent, kissed Min-ju's cheek as she writhed in pain and pleasure.
Her hair was messier than usual since she'd gone to bed, and her makeup-free face was cute.
"Ahng! Haaaang!"
Already pent-up from days without sex, Min-ju wailed in ecstasy.
"Hoo."
Feeling just as insanely good, Won-jun slowly walked to the bed.
Thud.
"Ahk!"
Squelch squelch.
"Aang! Aaaang!"
He laid her on the bed and pounded down like a piston, mad with lust.
Even his huge cock felt more pleasure than pain at the perfect angles for Min-ju.
"Euk."
Splurt splurt.
Feeling the urge build after days, Won-jun creampied into Min-ju's pussy.
Her body curled around him like newlyweds preparing for pregnancy, trapping every drop.
"Haa, haa."
Min-ju, climaxing from the frenzied bed-pounding, lay there with dazed eyes, panting.
"Gonna cum even more than usual tonight, so brace yourself."
Won-jun foreshadowed a sex marathon that might not end till dawn in this fiery night.
"......"
Min-ju nodded hazily.
A woman with his exact type of face, making that sexy expression...
Won-jun decided he'd cum on her face later too.
"What the hell, for real?"
Park Won-jun, entering the tower, chuckled.
Were the monsters in the tower in Sichuan Province, China, the same as in Seoul, Korea?
If the gods created the Black Tower, they sure cut corners.
"Alright."
Shing.
Won-jun drew his Meteor Sword.
And headed straight for the boss room.
Large, black, horse-shaped monster Nightmares appeared.
Looking closely, they seemed to flicker like black flames?
'I thought about this a bit.'
Special Hunters' tower raids were filmed and released to the public.
So, as a qualified Special Hunter, he'd do it properly.
But Won-jun lacked showmanship. No need to learn flashy martial arts fighting in the martial world.
So he'd pondered what would look cool.
"......"
Won-jun held his sword in a rider stance.
At that moment, pink light began emanating around him.
The approaching Nightmares.
Won-jun paid the surrounding enemies no mind.
They were all just prey anyway.
'This'll be pretty flashy.'
The technique Won-jun would unleash was the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Forms.
Back in the Central Plains, when the Huashan Sect leader was assassinated by the Demonic Cult's schemes, and an elder backed by them took over, causing internal strife...
Won-jun, staying in Shaanxi Province, had saved the Huashan Sect, severed the Demonic Cult's influence, and learned this art from the newly appointed young leader.
"Plum Blossoms Scatter."
Whoosh!
Won-jun called out in a low voice and swung his sword.
In that instant, countless plum blossom petals bloomed and engulfed the Nightmares.