Chapter 41
Chapter 41
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 41
Chapter Title: Abusing Authority, Hunter-nim (5)
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"Get on all fours."
Still a sweltering night.
Park Won-jun spoke to Lee Ji-a, today's partner, from atop the bed.
"L-like this?"
Already their fifth round of sex.
Ji-a, her eyes slightly glazed, assumed the position as she spoke.
A slender waist flaring out to wide hips. Ample flesh on her ass.
Ji-a had a backside that could drive any man visually insane.
"Good girl."
Won-jun grabbed her hips, preparing to thrust in.
He took it slow, matching their rhythm, and didn't forget to praise her along the way.
"This angle feels like it'll hurt too much..."
"You'll be fine."
"Hauk!"
Ji-a squeezed her eyes shut, trying to endure the pain.
Even after so many rounds tonight, even though she was soaking wet, the moment his cock slid in was still agonizing.
But that vivid tremble in her body.
Proof that the woman was in pain.
Won-jun relished watching it every time.
This was why sex with a woman was the best.
He could drown her in pleasure with his cock while making her writhe in agony at the same time.
Could there be anything more thrilling?
Squelch, squelch.
"Ahng! It hurts! It hurts, oppa!"
As he started pounding her in earnest from behind, Ji-a couldn't hold back and cried out.
"Ahh, this is fucking amazing!"
Won-jun, on the other hand, was lost in bliss, slamming away.
"Hauk! Eump!"
To shut her up, he grabbed her ankles, lifting her legs as she clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip against the pain.
Doing it from behind amplified the pain over the pleasure, as expected.
"Driving me crazy, haa."
Won-jun, who had been spanking her from behind, lay on his side with his cock still buried inside her.
He lifted one of her legs with his arm, preparing to thrust in the side position.
"I wanna kiss."
"Oomph."
The words had barely left his mouth before Won-jun showered Ji-a with kisses.
His cock never stopped. His hand roamed to her clit.
It was one of his favorite positions—attacking all the spots that made a woman sensitive at once.
Won-jun's cock was impressively long, and Ji-a, a dancer by trade, was flexible as hell, making it feel incredible as he pounded away.
"Haa."
After a frenzy of excited kisses, Won-jun pulled back.
A glistening thread of saliva stretched between their tongues before snapping.
"Ahng! Haaang!"
Once he sealed her mouth and really started railing her, Ji-a's balance tipped from pain to pleasure before she knew it.
Her face, glazed eyes rolling back as she moaned.
Won-jun gazed at his handiwork, smiling contentedly.
"So sexy."
Mwah.
He kept thrusting leisurely without pause, planting a kiss on her flushed cheek.
Wasn't this one of the peak moments of being a man?
"Looking at your face, Ji-a... I'm gonna cum."
"Haeng! Ahng!"
Whether he kissed her cheek or announced he was about to blow his load, Ji-a writhed, feeling his massive cock plunging in at just the right angle.
It was too much for any man to resist, and Won-jun felt the intense urge to release surging through him.
"Aaaaaahng!"
"Fuu."
Won-jun sighed in relief as he unleashed his load straight into Ji-a's womb.
'Hm?'
Right before he came, as he thrust deep, Ji-a convulsed and screamed.
Won-jun sensed something had happened.
"Told you, you can't hold it back. Came again, didn't you?"
"Haa, haa."
Won-jun fondled her breasts as if rewarding her efforts, eyeing her near-death exhaustion.
"Never pegged you for a girl who loves sex this much."
"..."
"Still, our chemistry was perfect this time."
Climaxing together in perfect sync wasn't an everyday thing.
Won-jun puffed up with satisfaction from the post-nut clarity and the thrill of making her cum.
Of course, Ji-a didn't want this kind of fuck-buddy setup at all. She felt mortified at how much like a sex-crazed slut she seemed.
'This jerk.'
The guy never even thought about condoms, blasting inside her and even on her face.
But his foreplay was expert, and even during penetration—he knew a woman's body too damn well.
Constantly checking angles to see what she liked, showering praise on her face and figure, hugging and kissing her.
He handled her roughly, yet his massive frame enveloped her without a single gap, giving an oddly secure feeling.
Like as long as she clung to him, she'd have nothing to worry about. An absurd notion.
He was clearly the type to treat women like shit, so why did she feel this way?
"Don't worry, Ji-a."
"Huh?"
"I'm planning to cum at least ten times tonight, so we've got more coming."
"I'm exhausted."
"Playing hard to get."
Mwah.
Won-jun pecked her lightly and headed to the bathroom.
"..."
Left alone on the bed after the creampie, Ji-a stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment.
It had hurt so much earlier, but being held in his arms made it bearable. Now alone, a hollow ache settled in.
A woman's instincts blurred the line between safe, pleasure-seeking creampies with birth control and actual pregnancy risk.
Once the man's warmth vanished post-creampie, a primal fear of abandonment crept in.
A useless, worthless emotion, but instinct all the same.
"Haa."
Ji-a sighed deeply.
Having cum so many times already made it even harder to keep up with his lust.
Her lower belly was already tingling, and he planned to unload ten times?
"..."
'But.'
Was it the brief loneliness? A dangerous thought crossed her mind.
Was there any woman who could handle that monstrous libido fully? Wouldn't they all run?
Most would probably cut ties in tears after his reckless creampies and face-blasts.
But he wouldn't settle for just anyone. Only hot girls with great bodies.
Won-jun might be a catch, but any woman would steer clear of a guy who treated them like trash...
"Haa."
Ji-a knew full well this was nonsense.
The human brain always turned people into fools, leading to bad decisions.
The problem was knowing it didn't make it easy to fix.
"Ji-a."
"Hm?"
A brief breather.
Won-jun, who had been pounding away like a beast moments ago, now gently stroked her hair as he spoke.
"I've been watching some baseball and basketball games lately. You really shine even on screen."
"R-really? Thanks."
Watching her games just to see her? This guy definitely had a pure side...
"But there are a lot of pretty girls around you too. I'm looking forward to it."
"What? Haha, what's that out of nowhere."
"Introduce me to some."
"...Huh?"
Ji-a's heart sank.
"I've got plenty of money, so I wanna meet some of the cheerleaders around you. Oh, and just so you know, you'll always be my number one fave cheerleader, Ji-a."
"..."
"You can do that for me, right?"
Won-jun hugged her tight.
A woman with top-tier looks and body.
And great connections too.
Impossible not to treasure her.
"..."
Crushed in Won-jun's arms, a whirlwind of thoughts raced through Ji-a's mind in seconds.
'No way, hell no, you bastard.'
She had to say it.
Ask what the hell he took her for.
Scream that she never knew he was such trash, dump the wine on his head, and storm out.
He loved facials, right? See how he liked it reversed. Even the perfect line popped into her head.
But ten seconds passed since the thought hit.
Too late the moment she hesitated.
Acting was hard. Letting go of what you had was tough for anyone.
Enduring, clinging, rationalizing—it was all too easy.
And ditching now would make all the humiliation for nothing.
Become the girl dumped after endless creampies and facials?
Or the girlfriend of a promising, talented guy with kinky tastes?
The former would shatter her mentally, and quitting now meant the latter was gone forever.
Ji-a wasn't a fool.
She'd designed her life carefully for the future, never swayed by her natural assets as a woman.
Yet the choice she just made mirrored the thoughtless ones so many women fell for.
"Oof, so bright."
Park Won-jun, stepping onto the 45th floor of the Seoul Tower.
The status alone told him what monsters lurked, but the aura alone screamed fire users.
Flickering flames.
Some monsters radiated energy right as you entered the floor.
"Hmm..."
As a Special Hunter who prided himself on artistry, Won-jun pondered which martial art to unleash.
"Got it."
It didn't take long.
There was a technique perfect for these bastards.
Step, step.
Won-jun advanced slowly.
Shing.
He drew Muramasa in one fluid motion.
Craaack.
A chill began to pervade the air around Won-jun.
Even as the blazing Fire Golems swarmed, the cold grew fiercer.
Ice White Divine Art.
Won-jun was about to unleash his ultimate ice technique.
"One Realm of Ice and Snow."
Won-jun held his sword horizontally, placed his hand on the blade, and shouted.
Craaaack.
Everything around the man who invoked the technique began to freeze.
The monsters froze in an instant.
The Fire Golems had their flames forcibly extinguished by Won-jun, reduced to icy husks.
"Hmm."
Won-jun strolled to the boss room, careful not to damage his sculptures.
'This should be fun.'
Clearing floor 45, and they'd hype him up big time, right?
He hadn't left his thirst for glory entirely back in the martial world.
But it wasn't like he craved the attention.
'Perfect.'
It was just a means to conquer more women.