Chapter 43
Chapter 43
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 43
Chapter Title: Power-Tripping Hunter (7)
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"You're doing great."
The VVIP lounge in the brand-new baseball stadium was as impressive as you'd expect.
On game day, Park Won-jun wore a satisfied smile. He'd invited someone who shone just as brightly as the players themselves.
"Let's see how much better you've gotten."
"I really suck at this, oppa."
"Just give it a try first."
Cheerleader Lee Ji-ah scrunched up her face.
She never imagined he'd track her down even at her workplace and make her do this.
But to Won-jun, it was utterly irresistible.
Coming to the baseball stadium, stealing the crowd's attention from the game, making every guy watching the broadcast lust after her—a star cheerleader. And then calling her aside for a private fuck.
Was there a man alive who wouldn't dream of that?
The cheers from the crowd leaked faintly through the not-quite-perfect soundproofing.
If anything, it made the thrill even more vivid, like screwing a cheerleader right there in the stadium.
"Heh."
"Mmm, nice."
Ji-ah's tongue flicked against Won-jun's glans.
She wasn't deepthroating—just cutely lapping at it with her tongue since sucking properly was too tough. But Won-jun loved the sight anyway.
With fellatio, the visual payoff of watching a pretty girl service your cock outweighed the raw sensation.
"Time to take it in your mouth. At this rate, you won't be able to go back out there."
"Haa..."
Ji-ah squeezed her eyes shut.
This wasn't after work. She'd snuck out mid-performance, claiming a bathroom emergency while dodging suspicious glances.
She was supposed to be out there dancing under the crowd's applause, not yanked aside to suck some guy's dick.
"Good girl."
"Slurp."
Ji-ah slowly took Won-jun's cock into her mouth.
The more she thought about it, the more pathetic she felt.
Just get it over with.
"Slurp slurp."
"Mmm."
Her technique was far from perfect.
Her teeth grazed him now and then, and she hadn't gotten it wet enough with saliva.
But Won-jun was a generous lover, so he played along without complaint, pretending it felt just right.
All it took was a little guidance.
"A bit harder, Ji-ah. You won't make it back like this."
"......"
Of course, there was fun in teasing her gently, forcing her to speed up against her will.
Couldn't pass that up.
"Urk—cough cough! Sorry, oppa. My jaw hurts so much, and—ah! I can barely breathe."
Ji-ah pulled off his cock and pleaded with big eyes.
Sucking on something that massive was real work.
"Hmm..."
Was a woman's greatest weapon her face?
Won-jun wanted to toy with her more, but her expression melted his resolve.
Her post-cheer makeup was heavier than usual, especially the sparkling eye shadow that caught his fancy.
The crowning touch: her cheerleader uniform hugging her killer figure perfectly.
"Stand up."
Won-jun sweetly grabbed her arm and helped her to her feet from her squat.
"Let's get you out of these quick."
"Mmm..."
"I'll finish fast and send you back. Just the bloomers and skirt."
As he steadied her, Won-jun ran his hands over her body.
Not out of consideration, really—he just wanted to fuck her in that outfit.
"Grab the wall tight."
The room was posh, but he ordered her to brace against it like they were sneaking a quickie in a stairwell.
"Ah!"
Won-jun slapped his hand right onto her panty-less pussy.
It was bone-dry. He rubbed her clit fast and rough.
"These tits of yours—bouncing like that was insanely hot."
Hugging her from behind, he kneaded one massive breast with his left hand.
Stripping her fully might be easier, but groping her like this, uniform and all, had its own appeal.
"Oppa, don't press so close. I smell like sweat."
"Sniff sniff. Nah, you smell fine, Ji-ah."
Even now, she fretted about losing points as a woman.
Won-jun didn't mind a bit.
If anything, the faint sweat from her hard dancing only made it hotter.
"Alright, now you're ready."
Her pussy was slick enough—just barely.
"Aaah! Oppa, slow—slow down!"
"Can't hold back, Ji-ah."
"Aaaack!"
"You got me this worked up. Take responsibility."
Won-jun didn't ease her in like usual. He slammed straight into her barely prepped pussy.
Ji-ah shuddered in agony.
It only turned him on more.
A pretty girl in pain was always sexy.
Squelch squelch.
"Ahhng! Ahhuk!"
Won-jun pounded her from behind, standing.
They'd gone two wild rounds before, but this time the foreplay was skimpy, and it was basically a illicit hookup. She was hurting bad.
"Ji-ah, that outfit looks perfect on you."
"It hurts! Gentle—aaahng!"
Won-jun kept praising her while maintaining his ruthless pace. Ji-ah writhed in pain.
At least in a fancy hotel room, the mood helped. Here, she wasn't even a proper fuck buddy—just a cum dump. Her pussy stayed drier than usual.
Squelch squelch.
To Won-jun, though, it was prime sex.
The outfit, her grimacing face, the position—perfection.
"Ahng! It hurts! Hurts!"
"Ngh."
Maybe it was too perfect. Won-jun felt his climax building faster than normal.
No regrets, though.
Splurt splurt.
Buried deep, he creampied her.
"Oppa, seriously..."
In that position, the excess cum that didn't reach her womb oozed out, trickling down her thighs, calves, and feet, making a mess.
"Didn't think of that."
Won-jun chuckled.
He'd figured cumming on her cheerleader clothes would be awkward for her, but hadn't considered how much would leak out from a creampie in doggy.
At least it wasn't on her pretty face or staining her back.
"Haa, haa."
Ji-ah collapsed to a squat right there.
"Ah!"
But sitting down sent a sharp twinge through her lower belly—the aftershock of that brutal fuck.
"Better get back quick."
Won-jun sweetly wiped the cum off her with some tissue.
He'd pushed her into all sorts of play for the thrill, but he respected her job and admired her work ethic. Helping her return to work fast was the least he could do.
"You were so sexy I could barely watch the game. Thanks for taking the edge off."
"......"
"Catch you later."
Won-jun patted her head and headed out.
One thing was sure: he had an eye for women.
Rattle.
"Hm?"
"Sorry I'm late."
The brand-new Jamsil Stadium VVIP seats.
Won-jun slipped back in after secretly creampieing the home team's star cheerleader. No one was the wiser.
"Thought you might've bailed since you were gone so long."
"No way. Not when I'm meeting someone like you."
"Hahaha, yeah."
Hunter Administration Minister Ma Tae-sik couldn't help but laugh.
The phrasing wasn't servile, but it had a cheeky flair.
Not a bad trait.
Composure was a mark of strength.
Hunters needed unbreakable mental fortitude for high-floor tower raids, beyond just combat power. This guy had it in spades.
"It's meant for the support team to relay, but mind if I tell you myself?"
"Please do."
Won-jun kept his eyes on the game without glancing at the minister.
Specifically, watching for Ji-ah's return.
"The 50th floor's coming up soon. With your skills, you'll hit it no problem."
"Probably."
"This time, you'll be raiding with a party."
"A party?"
"Yeah. Team up and clear it together."
Tower raids didn't have to be solo.
From around the 30th floor up, most formed parties.
Won-jun was the unusual one.
"Don't worry. The Hunter Administration's backing you big-time. We'll set up a party that lets you shine."
"Hmmm..."
Won-jun's reply came out a touch curt.
Politeness mattered, but he didn't like the sound of it.
"I'll clear it solo."
"Hohoho, bold as ever. Mind if I ask why?"
"I hate fighting with others."
"Think they'll just get in the way?"
"......Yeah, let's say that."
"Heh."
A vague answer.
A firm attitude.
The minister just chuckled.
Sometimes he acts his age, but other times...
He'd spaced out ogling cheerleaders earlier, but now he was an inscrutable snake.
Still, after talking one-on-one, it was clear: this guy didn't strike him as the type to attempt something and fail.
"......"
She's back.
Ji-ah climbed onto the cheer platform.
Cheerleading was tough—jumping right back into formation and dancing.
"Whoa."
"Hm? Hohoho."
Won-jun's big reaction drew Ma Tae-sik's gaze too.
Home team cheerleader Lee Ji-ah tripped and faceplanted. The others paused their routine to help her up.
Oops.
Won-jun just laughed. Felt a little bad, though. No wonder she'd winced in pain.
"Minister, what if I outperform everyone and put us on par with—or above—Taiwan, Japan, or even higher climbers?"
"What're you getting at?"
Won-jun's words, eyes still on the cheer section.
Outrageous, but exactly what Ma Tae-sik had hoped for deep down.
"What if I outclimb even the U.S. and Chinese hunters?"
"Hohoho."
Powerhouses like China and the U.S. didn't climb daily like Won-jun.
New York's Black Tower and Shanghai's were both stalled 2-3 months after their last clears, still prepping.
If Won-jun overtook them?
"The whole nation would hang on Korea's tower news, obsessed."
"I'd be popular with the ladies too."
"......Obviously."
"But getting that famous might draw too much attention. Hard to meet the girls I want."
"Hm?"
Ma Tae-sik tilted his head.
What was this kid on about?
"I have people I want to meet. Can the Hunter Administration help?"
"More than enough."
"Once you and I gain more power here, I'll bring it up again."
"Hahahahaha!"
Ma Tae-sik burst out laughing at the audacity.
Figures. Celebrities or something.
The sixty-something minister could guess what this vigorous early-20s guy craved.
Ogling cheerleaders earlier—probably wanted actresses or idols. Typical.
Most guys climbed the ladder for better women.
"Turning Korea into a hunter powerhouse overtaking Taiwan, surpassing Japan, rivaling the U.S. and China? Beyond saving lives, you could have anything here."
"That's reassuring."
Hunter prowess and tower clears.
Right now, they were a nation's biggest flex.
Korea's sluggish progress meant lower hunter popularity than abroad.
Taiwan, especially, grated on Korean netizens lately.
Taipei's Black Tower had cleared up to 57. Ahead of Korea's 55 prep.
Taiwan's top hunters enjoyed far higher status.
Tower floors beat GDP stats for intuitive prestige.
The Black Tower held the world's top resource: mana crystals. Valuable gear mats on export. And lives on the line.
Korea lagged Taiwan and got crushed by Japan. Hunters' treatment didn't match their skill.
Over take Taiwan and Japan? The world would flip.
Even now, S-rank prep for 55 got celebrity treatment. Surpass rivals? Semi-divine status.
"Motivating stuff. I'll push hard."
"That's the spirit."
Won-jun: climb towers to meet hot celebs.
Shallow motive, but his confidence and skill made Ma Tae-sik buy it.
"......"
Won-jun gazed up at the sky, lost in thought.
Why was that again?
Suddenly curious.
Why did he love solo fights and hate teaming up?
Murim habit, obviously.
Come to think: "Don't fight alone—fight together." He'd heard it endlessly back then. Sick of it.
Stubbornly solo. Hero complex? Nah.
Oh yeah.
Before becoming a powerhouse with few rivals in the murim, he hated watching allies die in battle.
So he fought alone, grinding to get stronger.
Right. That was the start.
Damn, I was a decent guy back then?
Aside from prioritizing pleasure, he'd thought he was just a sweet guy weak for women. Nope.
Didn't matter now.
He truly didn't need backup anymore.
Floor 1 or 40 felt the same—effortless. Wondering how high he'd need to go to feel "challenging," to think "gotta try harder." That was Won-jun.