Chapter 40
Chapter 40
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 40
Chapter Title: The Power-Tripping Hunter (4)
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Shwaaaaa!
"…"
A stylish hotel room in Gangnam.
Cheerleader Lee Ji-ah was taking a shower.
Her sensuous figure—the kind men only dreamed up in their fantasies—was on full display.
It was a combination of her natural gifts and relentless self-care.
After a half-hearted, soulless date, dinner, and waiting on the bed in a robe for the man behind her, she was now showering, preparing to offer herself to the guy who had made this wonderful day possible without a word—and who could do so much more in the future.
But Ji-ah's mind was a whirlwind as the water cascaded over her.
'What the hell am I supposed to do?'
She had been agonizing over it all day—ever since Won-jun had asked her out, promising that reward.
Give up, psych herself up, rationalize it, give up again—an endless loop.
Reasons to meet him and reasons not to were overflowing.
If it was just a quick fling, a no-strings fun time, there'd be no issue.
He had money, height, an incredible body, and a decent face.
And yeah, it was a bit much, but his dick was huge, and he was great in bed. Last time it was so intense she thought she'd die, but maybe if she asked nicely this time, he'd go easy?
"Haa."
Ji-ah sighed, wiping the water from her skin.
The reasons not to meet were crystal clear.
He didn't cherish her. He didn't see her as long-term material at all.
Don't even glance at a guy who doesn't value you.
It was the advice drilled into every girl from childhood by every woman around them.
And Won-jun was the worst offender there.
He'd sweet-talked and pushed until he got what he wanted, then suddenly gone radio silent.
Last time, he'd acted like a man head over heels in love; today, he was treating her like just another fuck buddy.
Ji-ah had concluded he had zero intention of truly caring for her.
'But…'
Still, she couldn't let go.
So what if he treats me like a paid hookup? My friends hook up with rich, ugly old dudes all the time.
I'm just fooling around with a guy my age who's hot enough. No big deal.
But Ji-ah couldn't think like that. She wasn't the casual type to begin with, and Won-jun wasn't some easy lay.
"…"
Ji-ah lowered her head, slowly toweling off.
Won-jun was already famous now. What if he announced marriage to some woman later, showed off how sweet he was to her, and the media hailed them as the couple of the century?
Ji-ah doubted she'd stay sane.
And pathetically, she hadn't let go of her lingering feelings yet.
Ever since puberty, Ji-ah had been showered with guys' attention, affection, and praise.
Seducing men was a breeze; their courtship felt as natural as breathing.
If anyone can tame that guy, it's me.
Maybe I can make a man who treats women like objects act like he's fallen in love.
Even if the odds were less than 1%, she wanted to believe it.
A beast who made every man around him tremble and bow—a savage owning his turf.
Every woman dreamed of being the beauty who tames the beast.
Just like how Won-jun had wandered the martial world, lost in heroic fantasies.
Creak.
"…"
"You're running late."
"Yeah… sorry."
Ji-ah emerged cautiously from the bathroom and sat at the vanity to check her makeup.
It hadn't been long since she'd left home, so she just needed to rinse her face below the eyes—and she wanted to stay looking pretty.
Last time he didn't mind the wait.
The first night, he'd been fine even when she took forever in the shower. Now he was commenting right away.
Of course, Won-jun meant no malice.
He'd just missed her and was eager for sex.
After that first fiery night, round two was a delicious treat for him.
Thud.
Ji-ah climbed slowly onto the bed.
Sober sex with a guy felt completely different.
Her heart was pounding like crazy.
At least turn on the TV or offer a glass of wine—something to ease a girl's nerves.
But Won-jun showed no sign of it.
"Ahh!"
"Ji-ah, your body's so fucking hot."
Won-jun swept her robe aside without a word.
Then he hugged her from behind, clad only in her underwear.
"Oppa, wait a sec…"
"Sniff sniff."
The scent from her hair and neck.
Paired with that perfect body teasing his eyes.
Won-jun couldn't hold back.
"Ahng!"
Especially impatient today, Won-jun's hand dove straight down.
One hand kneading her huge tits, the other teasing her pussy.
"Let's get rid of the annoying bits."
"Haa."
As Ji-ah's cheeks flushed and she started panting already, Won-jun deftly stripped off her panties and unhooked her bra.
He'd gotten hooked once and bought Park Min-ju a ton of lingerie; ever since, his bra-removal skills were world-class.
"Hauk… oppa…"
"Your tits are so huge, Ji-ah."
Won-jun praised her body as they went.
Even then, his big hands gripped her breasts firmly, fingers softly teasing her nipples.
He started on her clit, then slipped his index and middle fingers inside once her juices flowed.
Every motion drove Ji-ah insane.
'So unfair…'
A guy who treated women like objects.
But his technique—deceptively gentle, hitting every weak spot—was unreal.
Either manhandle her roughly or pamper her sweetly like a lover.
Why keep blurring the lines?
"Haa, haa."
The foreplay dragged on.
Cruelly, just as Ji-ah sensed an insane orgasm building, Won-jun stopped.
"Your body's such a slut, Ji-ah."
Won-jun grinned.
Her pussy was drenched.
Plenty wet for his massive cock.
"Alright, time to see your skills, Ji-ah?"
"Huh?"
"Heave-ho."
Won-jun stretched out on the bed with exaggerated grunts.
He stripped off his bulging underwear, revealing his monstrous dick to her.
"…"
'He's insane.'
Ji-ah still couldn't get used to its size.
Sober, it looked even more impossible.
That thing had been inside her?
"Huh? Why just stare?"
"…Uh, well."
"You know what to do."
Won-jun urged her on with a relaxed smile.
Ji-ah reached out tentatively.
Her palm touched the long, thick shaft.
'So hard.'
Not just big—rock solid.
No wonder it hurt so much last time.
She stared at it like a monster, stroking slowly with just her hand.
"I love it when you suck it."
"Suck it?"
"Yeah."
Won-jun didn't hide his desires.
Ji-ah thought, Typical—he doesn't care about a girl's limits.
He had to know his size versus most girls' mouths.
But it was a huge misunderstanding.
Won-jun wasn't stupid.
He just loved the look on a girl's face struggling to suck him off.
"Heh."
Too hard to take in her mouth, so Ji-ah licked along the shaft.
"Your technique needs work, Ji-ah. Guess I'll have to train you more."
"…"
"No worries—you're pretty with a killer body, so you get me hard anyway. We'll improve it slowly."
Ji-ah squeezed her eyes shut.
No retort—that was her timid rebellion.
She couldn't bear the humiliation.
Never imagined a guy treating her like this.
"Oppa…"
"Yeah? What?"
Tears welling up, Ji-ah decided to push back a little longer.
"We're not just fuck buddies, right? Why talk to me like that?"
"What're you on about? You don't wanna fuck now?"
"No, that's not—"
'I'm not the kind of girl you treat like this.'
She'd waded into the wrong swamp.
But she wanted to complain anyway.
"I like you so much I wanna fuck, and I wanna make it feel even better. What can I do?"
"Oppa."
"Keep sucking."
"Ack!"
Won-jun smirked, grabbing her head with his big hand and pulling her forward.
Her pretty little face was soon buried in his shaft and balls.
'No.'
She'd never met a guy who handled her like this—it was mortifying.
Cruelly, even now, she clung to the hope that more time might make him like her, like that first date.
"Heh."
"Better than before."
Won-jun stroked her head as she licked his shaft.
Praise for a job well done.
"Slurp slurp."
"Ah, good."
Ji-ah stretched her mouth wide to take the head.
She was just teasing the tip, not super skilled, but Won-jun encouraged her.
Her lack of skill meant more training—but his words weren't just "step it up."
They meant he'd lower his expectations too, and they'd figure it out together.
His way of showing affection.
Won-jun never blamed women if they didn't reciprocate his love or got upset.
He just figured that was how it was. That was a man's way.
"Gagk!"
"Good girl."
He petted her head.
"Alright, lie down."
This time, he hugged her tight like a girlfriend and laid her on the bed.
What came next was obvious.
Won-jun loved missionary.
"Eung…"
Ji-ah's jaw ached too much; she squeezed her eyes shut, unable to watch that monster enter her.
Won-jun chuckled at how cute she looked.
"Aaang!"
Her soaked pussy let it slide in smoothly.
"Hoo."
Won-jun groaned in exquisite pleasure.
'What a great girl.'
Gazing at her face and body, he thought he'd never find another like her.
He'd cherish her like this from now on.
Squish squish.
"Aang! Aaang!"
"Feels so good, Ji-ah."
He draped her pretty legs over his thighs, thrusting leisurely.
Not just skinny legs—toned and gorgeous.
He loved it.
"Haeng! Aang!"
The sex went on.
Ji-ah writhed in pain at first, but once accustomed, she just cried out in ecstasy.
'I'm losing my mind.'
Even now, Won-jun adjusted to her.
A big, long cock meant flexibility—hitting her favorite angles.
Plus his diligence made her cum easily.
"Gonna cum, Ji-ah."
"Aang! Oppa!"
No creampie pleas.
His cock erupted inside before she could speak.
"Hoo."
Won-jun smiled in satisfaction.
Tons of cum flooded her womb.
"…Inside again."
"You like it inside."
Like it was the most obvious thing, Won-jun said.
"What if I get pregnant?"
"Just take your pills properly."
"Haa."
Ji-ah sighed and turned her head.
"Alright, we met early, so let's go again."
Won-jun was set for a full day of fun.
The best girl, with cute quirks in between—who wouldn't love it?
'Yeah, this is it.'
A woman who catered to him but let her personality peek through occasionally.
Impossible not to love.
She had some feelings, sure, but didn't want pregnancy messing up her future.
Creampies only meant something with a girl like that.
Squish squish.
"Aang! Oppa! Oppa!"
Ji-ah reacted even hotter in round two.
"You're such a perv, Ji-ah."
Won-jun switched from missionary to pounding down from above.
She'd cum soon.
What guy wouldn't love a woman writhing toward climax on his dick?
"Hwaaaang!"
Beast-like howls and trembling confirmed her orgasm for Won-jun.
"Who cums first? I'm not satisfied yet."
He teased her once.
'That said…'
Won-jun was close too.
"…"
Grin.
A great idea hit for the finish.
A girl who'd fucked without wiping off her makeup to look pretty.
Full glam on a beauty? He couldn't hold back.
"Aak!"
Post-orgasm, eyes glazed, Ji-ah jolted as his cock pulled out.
"O-oppa!"
"Ungh."
Won-jun swiftly positioned at her face.
Splurt splurt.
That beautiful face countless men idolized and lusted after.
Now drenched in Won-jun's filthy cum.
Too exhausted to escape, Ji-ah could only close her eyes.
"Hoo."
Won-jun milked the last drops by hand.
Second load, but several times a normal guy's total.
Her hair, forehead to chin—cum everywhere.
"…"
He pressed his cock to her lips, but she didn't open.
'Should I go easy?'
Cleanup blowjob would complete the course, but he'd skip it. First facial and all.
'Perfect.'
The conquest of cumming on a woman's face—pure male fantasy.
Even better on a pretty, made-up one.
Won-jun knew he'd crave this forever.
"I'm gonna wash up first. Damn, we went hard this time."
Post-round two, Won-jun got up first. He grabbed three tissues from the box and handed them to her.
Angry? Shocked? Ji-ah said nothing, slowly wiping her face.
"…"
Won-jun chuckled at the sight before heading to the bathroom.
Most women hated creampies from a guy they weren't marrying—especially young ones.
Unless into it, facials were a hard no.
That's why Won-jun loved it.
Forcing what she hated made it special.
"…Fucking trash."
Hearing the bathroom water, Ji-ah muttered.
She dreaded imagining how he saw her.
Never dreamed a guy would cum on her face.
Most disgusting? She still couldn't let go.