Tracking #021
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! Squelch! The sticky, wet sounds shattered the silence of the quiet forest. At the source stood a man and a woman.
Yi Cho-rin knelt before Gaon, who leaned against a tree, her skilled hands pumping his shaft with practiced ease. Her pale fingers glided over the glistening cock, slick with precum, stoking an unrelenting heat. She stared fiercely at the twitching, heaving length, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"Gaon... How is it? You close?"
"Mm... Just a bit more, I think."
"Really?"
She replied casually, as if it were nothing, but her hand sped up with a vengeance, snapping her wrist to twist and stroke his cock even more intensely, urging him to cum. Schlick! Schlick! Schlick! The pressure of her grip tightened on the shaft, increasing the suction and producing a rhythmic, lewd symphony. Pleasure surged in proportion, and Gaon let out a low breath, tilting his head back to gaze at the sky.
The sun had dipped slightly toward the west. The heat had broken, and the sky was starting to blush crimson—nightfall was just a few hours away. Savoring the ecstasy while staring upward, Gaon felt his balls swell taut and tension build in his lower abdomen. He spoke.
"Miss Yi Cho-rin. I'm about to cum."
"Haa... Got it."
At his signal, she nodded and stuck out her tongue, bringing her face closer. It touched the underside of his glans. The slick, warm flesh of her tongue quivered slightly side to side, delivering a sharp jolt of stimulation. Then, as she engulfed the head completely, her soft mucous membranes wrapped around the shaft from all sides, radiating heat.
Even after all these times, the addictive pleasure made Gaon groan, and Yi Cho-rin glanced up at him. From their experiences, he knew the cue. He reached out with both hands, gathering her side locks and bundling them with the hair at the back of her head, gripping tight.
Was it three days ago? During one of her usual blowjobs for his release, her hair had tickled his thighs. After pondering, he'd held her head like this, and she'd said it was more comfortable—asked him to do it that way from then on. Since, he'd gripped her hair like this at the moment of climax.
"Mm... Slurp! Sluuuurp...!"
The instant he secured her hair, she began bobbing her head slyly. Her pinkish lips roamed the shaft, granting gentle waves of pleasure. As her inner walls rubbed against it, her tongue swirled around the head, teasing relentlessly. Electricity rippled through his body, his hips bucking involuntarily. He pressed harder against the tree for support, panting, then yanked her head forward by the hair, unloading straight down her throat.
Spurt, spurt— Thick white ropes blasted from his urethra, painting the inside of her mouth. The force was so intense that when it hit her throat, she coughed briefly before extending her tongue to press firmly against the slit. The semen splashed against it, filling her mouth to the brim, coating every corner.
Two weeks into this world, with all his physical stats enhanced, Gaon's virility had far exceeded normal limits. His output—about five times that of an average man—puffed out her cheeks slightly. Yet even amid this, she didn't stop. She kept shaking her head, sucking out every last drop hidden deep inside.
"Mm...."
The moment he finished perfectly, he released her hair. She pulled back, his semi-erect cock slipping from her lips. She began chewing slowly. This habit had started about three days ago too. She could handle the taste when swallowing semen, but hated the texture and the foreign residue in her throat. Now she chewed it thoroughly to break down the viscosity before gulping it down.
Whether she knew it or not, this act inflamed a man's lust... If she did it on purpose, she was a lewd woman; if not, she was born a natural seductress. Either way, she drove men insane.
Gulp!
"Slurp— Now I'll heal you."
"Yes, please."
After swallowing, Yi Cho-rin licked her lips—still strung with a trail of semen from when his cock had slipped out—then stood. She began treating the wounds across Gaon's body. As green mana light bloomed and his injuries knit closed, a prickling sensation at the back of his neck made him look up.
A steep cliff above. The direction of their hideout. It might be his imagination, but a swiftly mounting unease hardened his expression. Too soon for certainty, but it seemed another crisis was approaching.
"Kim Min-jun, this the place?"
"Yeah, like I said. Ah, shit... Too many traces—it's confusing instead."
Kim Min-jun scratched the back of his head irritably at the question from Cha In-ho, leader of the third scouting party trailing beside him. Pheromone sensing was incredibly useful, but not omnipotent. It couldn't track specific individuals perfectly, and when traces overlapped like this, it sowed confusion.
Hyeo Ga-on and Yi Cho-rin were definitely nearby, but he couldn't pinpoint them. Then, as he clutched his forehead scanning the scattered trails, the one leading northeast vanished.
'Huh? That...'
Pheromone tracking visualized a person's unique scent as images. Naturally, scents faded over time, making traces disappear. A vanished trail meant it was old—likely their hideout, given the timeline. It had taken a pure 12 hours from the orc territory here. They'd arrive at evening and prioritize a safe shelter for the night.
Kim Min-jun smirked triumphantly and called to the bored-looking Cha In-ho.
"Cha In-ho. Found it. Let's go."
"Okay... Finally gonna shake this off."
"I'm first dibs, asshole."
"Who said? I like sloppy seconds too."
"You psycho."
Kim Min-jun and Cha In-ho traded vulgar jokes about Yi Cho-rin, laughing crudely. The rest of the group buzzed with anticipation for what was to come—everyone except one.
'Disgusting.'
Her name was Cheon Jae-hee. The only woman in the group, a hidden ace drawing Park Gyu-wan's full attention. With no other options, she'd joined them, but their blatant lust made her skin crawl every time.
How could she fit in with men obsessed only with violating women? As a fellow woman, revulsion was inevitable. Cheon Jae-hee just pulled her hood low and trailed behind.
When first assigned, she'd feared rape, but after a week, those worries were gone. She was ugly, after all. Not pretty at all. No one dared defy Park Gyu-wan's orders to touch her.
Cheon Jae-hee brushed the gray strands that had fallen to her chest. After arriving in this world, her black hair had turned this color. She'd panicked at first, but now it was routine. Still, she wondered and resented why. It completely erased her already plain features, rendering her utterly unremarkable.
'Celebrity-level, was it?'
As she wallowed in self-pity, her thoughts drifted to Yi Cho-rin. The topic had come up multiple times daily during the chase. They'd said she was the prettiest woman they'd seen—huge tits too. Probably leagues beyond her. A flicker of jealousy stirred.
'But so what.'
Soon she'd be under these beasts anyway; better to be plain. Yet her stomach twisted. She knew it was pathetic inferiority complex.
Harboring their private thoughts, they pressed on. Through the forest, up the steep hill, until they reached the summit—and Kim Min-jun halted.
"Shh—"
He dropped low, signaling everyone. Cheon Jae-hee was only mid-160s cm—not short for a woman, but dwarfed by the men. Feeling stifled, she slipped from the line to the empty side. Only then did she spot the cave ahead.
"Listen up. Cave's not big, so four go in. Rest guard outside. Confirm if they're there and pull out."
"Got it. Two shields, two spears then."
The leaders debated briefly, selected the entry team, and sent them in. Entering meant risking threats, so grumbling was fair—but the entrants grinned eagerly. Thoughts of ravaging a woman soon, no doubt.
The team vanished inside. After about 10 seconds, they reemerged, smiles wiped clean.
"What? Empty?"
"Gone! Looks like they left."
"Hm... Sun's still up for a while. We wait here."
"Each team posts one lookout for arrivals. Everywhere else is lower ground. Perfect."
Cha In-ho noted the elevation advantage. Worthy of a leader—he'd spotted the spot's value quickly. They settled in to rest and wait.
"Hey, no bullshit, right? Really celebrity hot?"
"Told you a million times. You'll thank me when you see. If I could, I wouldn't even share."
"Nice. Can't wait."
Chatting with Cha In-ho, Kim Min-jun uncorked his waterskin and chugged. No breaks since lunch—thirst and fatigue were brutal. As he drank, his bladder protested.
"Ugh... Gotta piss."
"Do you. But if she shows while you're gone, I go first."
"Fuck off."
Ignoring him, Kim Min-jun slipped into the brush. He put some distance, dropped his pants, and unleashed. Shhhhaaa—
"Ahh, relief."
Trembling with release, he looked skyward—then froze at a faint murmur. It vanished quickly, but it was a woman's voice. Eerily familiar, like Yi Cho-rin's, their target.
Maybe wishful hallucination from his rape fantasies, but he couldn't ignore it. A man's low groan mixed with a woman's muffled moan painted a vivid scene. Heart pounding, he pushed through the foliage. A sheer cliff loomed—and below, a man and woman.
"Huh? That bitch?"
There she was: Yi Cho-rin, the object of his obsession. Skillfully sucking Gaon's cock. Head gripped, she bobbed furiously, milking out semen. Then she spat it out and chewed. Like a whore. Savored it, then gulp. Stood and nuzzled against his chest like a pet.
Rage boiled in Kim Min-jun's chest.
"Fucking slut. Iron wall with me, but gobbles that prick's dick like candy."
Back then, fresh in this world, she'd kept her distance from him—wary, repulsed. He'd held back, but now she was deepthroating another guy, chewing and swallowing cum without hesitation. Inferiority festered as a male.
He missed the green healing glow from her hands, the goblin bloodstains spreading from the underbrush. All he saw was the woman who'd rejected him fawning over one man.
Even if it was illusion, that's how he took it. Only after she finished healing, detached from Gaon, and turned away did he head back.
"Fine, you cum-guzzling whore. I'll wreck that pussy."
His face, beaming with smiles moments ago, now hardened cold as ice.