Chapter 32
Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: The Greatest Hunter Has Appeared (7)
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"Long time no see."
Park Won-jun chuckled after unleashing the martial arts of the Mount Hua Sect right here.
Even back in the martial world, he had rarely ever properly used this technique that Mount Hua had gifted him.
But at least in terms of flashiness, no sword art came to mind that could match it, so he decided to bloom these plum blossoms.
Shuu shuu shuk!
The plum blossoms bloomed like fireworks, and the Nightmares began collapsing one by one within the sword qi hidden in those petals.
From the Twenty-Four Plum Blossom Sword Techniques, this was Plum Blossoms Scatter—a move with exceptional lethality against multiple foes.
Won-jun was still far from his peak condition, but the moment this technique unfolded, the outcome was already decided.
"Hmm..."
Won-jun spun the Meteor Sword this way and that, checking the blade's condition.
No damage.
As expected of a sword the nation had imported at great expense.
Won-jun found himself appreciating the Special Hunter system more than ever.
"Let's go."
Putting extra effort into today's performance, Won-jun headed for the boss room.
Just like those plum blossoms that had bloomed so spectacularly, he needed to take down the boss in a way that was a feast for the eyes.
'Tough.'
Won-jun knew he wasn't great at this sort of thing.
But who could live doing only what they wanted?
He had to give it his all.
Druruk.
Won-jun lightly pushed open the boss room door.
"..."
The feeling of entering a boss room was always the same.
For other Hunters, the 38th floor might warrant caution, but for Won-jun, it was meaningless.
With steady meditation and energy circulation, he was steadily regaining his former inner power, and his senses were sharpening accordingly.
It was only natural for superhuman Awakeners and Hunters, but Won-jun was on another level entirely.
He could sense it instinctively.
This place wouldn't become his grave.
Hwaruruk.
"Huh?"
He'd wondered where the boss was hiding. As he kept walking forward, black flames suddenly appeared.
A black horse slowly emerged from within the fire.
The 38th-floor boss monster, King Nightmare, had appeared.
'What a flashy guy.'
Srrrrung.
Won-jun drew his sword.
Unlike the horses he'd bisected with plum blossom-shaped sword qi, this boss shared a similar form but was far more ornate.
He'd decided to put on a good show today, and the boss was playing along perfectly.
'First things first.'
Won-jun decided to execute the scenario he'd roughly mapped out in his head.
'Here it comes.'
Hwaruruk.
King Nightmare, the boss, spewed jet-black flames from its maw.
Paaang!
The strike flew toward where Won-jun had stood.
The floor ignited, but Won-jun was already gone.
"..."
Having leaped high into the air, Won-jun gripped his sword and prepared his technique.
"Plum Blossoms Falling."
Gazing down at the boss below him, Won-jun shouted.
Like falling plum blossoms—graceful, yet razor-sharp.
Won-jun descended naturally, swinging his sword.
Shaaak!
In an instant, beautifully blooming and falling plum blossoms engulfed the black flames surrounding the boss, devouring them.
At the same time, King Nightmare's body was cleaved vertically in two.
Swipe.
Won-jun sheathed his sword without even glancing at the foe.
Mana crystals rained down, along with materials.
Having put extra care into today's work, Won-jun stored the spoils in his inventory and headed home.
Chijijizik!
"...Oh right."
"Huh?"
In Park Won-jun's room.
Won-jun, seated at the dining table, grabbed his phone.
"Gotta call and say thanks."
"Now?"
Park Min-ju, sitting across from him, spoke up.
The table was properly set, and she was just starting to grill the meat—now he thinks to call the guy who sent it?
"Yes, this is Park Won-jun."
Won-jun began the call with a friendly smile.
The Hunter Management Department had sent premium beef yesterday.
Matsuzaka Wagyu or something—supposedly super expensive and rare from Japan.
Don't they usually send Hanwoo for gifts like this?
"Really? Thank you."
Won-jun smirked.
He'd just been thinking that, and the support officer said it was far rarer than Hanwoo.
"Yes, I'll enjoy it."
Won-jun ended the call.
Min-ju tilted her head at his unusually bright smile, continuing to grill the beef.
"Whoa, the marbling looks insanely pricey. We can just eat it like this?"
"If you can buy it with money, what's there to regret?"
"...You're something else."
Min-ju chided herself for the foolish question.
She knew he had money, but this was a guy the nation itself treated like royalty—what was she thinking?
"Dig in."
"Man, Wagyu's the best. Hearing that from you, Min-ju."
"Hey, I told you to skip the thanks cuz you're lazy."
"I know, I know."
Won-jun chuckled.
He remembered nailing it down: she always said thanks for everything, so just skip it.
"..."
Min-ju stole glances at Won-jun.
Since that sex session, she'd been mortified to the point of insanity.
'I'm crazy.'
She must not have been in her right mind. Sucking a sleeping man's cock, masturbating...
Even more humiliating: going ten rounds with a fully aroused Won-jun until she collapsed from exhaustion.
And the intense pleasure she'd felt.
Her stamina drained, body aching, jaw sore, lower belly tingling—but after being utterly ravished without restraint by a man who handled her body freely, it strangely excited her.
"Eat up."
"Yeah."
Unlike Won-jun, Min-ju with her BBQ part-time experience placed a perfectly grilled sirloin on his plate.
"Delicious."
Won-jun nodded.
He wanted to react more, but he ate pricey beef at restaurants often anyway.
"Whoa, it's melting. Amazing."
Min-ju's reaction was bigger.
"Why's this so good? Like restaurant quality?"
Won-jun was more touched by her homemade scallion salad.
"Min-ju, your cooking's this good? Wild."
"I've always been good at it."
"Thought you lived on delivery."
"You always ordered it. And when alone, I wanted it quick."
"Can't help it."
Won-jun preferred spending time with Min-ju at home whenever possible, so he called her over at every chance.
Clink!
"Oof."
Min-ju winced.
Beef and booze.
No liquor gift, so they stuck to cheap soju.
Neither cared for fancy drinks.
Won-jun only sought pricey booze outside for bedding women.
"Hey, you okay?"
"With what?"
"Your job—fighting monsters and stuff."
"Yeah, so?"
"You could get hurt."
Min-ju ventured carefully over her drink.
"Worried I'll die?"
"..."
"If I thought I'd die, I wouldn't do it. Can't fuck you if I'm dead."
"Ugh, seriously."
Even in this mood?
"Don't worry."
Won-jun downed his shot.
This was kids' play compared to the life-or-death battles in the martial world.
How many fights had he entered thinking he might die for real?
'What worries me instead...'
In the martial world, despite the respect from fierce battles, he'd never had sex this thrilling.
That was the concern now.
"Mm..."
Min-ju lay spread-eagled on Won-jun's bed.
T-shirt and dolphin shorts.
Sexy outfit highlighting her figure, but comfy as hell.
Won-jun fucked like meals, so she was used to it—and he'd said come casual for grilling, so here she was.
Any sober woman wouldn't dress like this; she'd pounded past her limit and passed out.
"..."
Then, her dolphin shorts slid down.
"Wha—why..."
The culprit: Won-jun.
Her panties followed; startled but too drunk and sleepy to resist.
"Drunk or not, gotta fuck, Min-ju."
"H-hey..."
Her glazed eyes tried pushing him away belatedly. Futile even sober—impossible now.
To Won-jun, her feeble gestures were just cute.
"N-no, I didn't shower."
"That's the best part."
"Fuck..."
Rare opportunity.
Chance to fuck a blackout-drunk Min-ju? No way he'd pass.
Last time drinking together, he'd relented.
Moved by her begging for a condom cuz "dangerous today," all lovable.
Panties off in a flash, Won-jun slowly pushed his cock in.
"Ahk, you bastard..."
"What's wrong? You sucked my dick while I slept."
If anything, mutual—but her showerless drunk collapse was sloppier.
"Hoo, been a while. Drunk Min-ju's best when raped."
"Fuck, die—ahh!"
Squelch squelch.
Won-jun roughly pounded her pussy.
Min-ju could barely open her eyes, but her pussy was soaking wet.
"Hmm."
Having cleared the 39th floor of Seoul's Black Tower, Park Won-jun crossed his arms with a grumpy expression.
He'd tried cooperating, but coordinating more with the Hunter Management Department for the 40s sounded annoying.
This gear was fine as long as it didn't break.
'Still doable though.'
Interest spiked from the 40s onward.
In Korea, 50s climbers bore the nation's fate.
40s weren't quite that, but among standout Special Hunters Korea could boast, they'd be elite.
The fame from that?
Definitely help score women.
[Time until return: 3 seconds.]
'Good.'
He'd taken a uni leave, not actively hunting girls. Time to change. Life's finite.
"Mm..."
Tower tomorrow anyway—time to plan.
In school, it'd be "Oh, she's cute"—done. No hunting grounds now, tough choices.
Back to basics.
Women he wanted.
Pretty, hot body: obvious.
Key: did the woman herself make him want to fuck her?
Won-jun's criteria for attraction.
Her personal narrative.
How desired by men.
How many fantasized fucking her, jerking off to her.
"...Huh?"
Scrolling his phone, Won-jun stumbled on a tantalizing article.
Won-jun unwittingly clapped.
Guys unable to hide excitement, sour grapes pretending cool.
All lusting after her equally.
"Wow."
400k followers per platform?
Face and body: pass.
Cheerleader, sexy mag cover model, massive following.
Perfectly matched Won-jun's criteria.
"Perfect."
Back to basics, and she pops right up.