Midnight Hunt

Sweat ran freely in a room without so much as a fan.

Without a word, I moved my hips like a beast following pure instinct.

In this moment when even the warm sunlight felt oppressive, the only sound filling the air was the wet, obscenely slick noise of sex — a sound that brushed over my body like an orgasm felt through the ears.

Before me, Woohee — who until now had been so defiant — was wholly absorbed in taking me.

"Euhhat... hwaaang!"

The soft give of her breasts and the pressure clamping down around me were excellent.

"You're doing well. Hoo! More!"

Driving her harder, I watched every last twitch and shudder of this woman — the moans she let out as I buried myself in her, the fierce flush rising across her skin. The way she reacted when I snapped my hips hard, and when I rolled them soft. Little by little, she was smiling through each of them.

"Your master is asking. How does it feel right now?"

"...It feels... good."

She closed ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠her eyes as if embarrassed, but the pressure already working my cock had nothing to do with shame. That was a woman who already knew pleasure, squeezing to provoke me.

I bit down on one of those full, swaying breasts, and felt her whole body flinch.

"Be gentler... euh! Uaah..."

"Hwaah... So you like being taken like this? That's what's really going on in that head of yours, isn't it? Wanting a strong man to ruin you. You're past just being wet — how many times have you come already, hm?"

I kept rocking my hips as I breathed the words against her ear. A strong man — a male claiming her — and the things he said while he did it. Women loved that more than they cared to admit.

"How many times? Your master still hasn't come."

"Hwaat. Ha-eung! Ah... aah... I'm sorryyy! Heuh! A lot!"

The soaked trail of her juices darkening the sofa only made the claim more believable.

I set my hips moving again in a steady rhythm, controlling the force. At least another fifteen minutes of play left.

"Is it filming properly?"

As always, I was recording my spoils. At this rate, maybe I should just buy a proper camera for this. I'd grab one on the next expedition.

The phone sat propped at an angle, capturing us from the side.

Through Woohee's eager moans, I changed position. Same as with Seol-hwa — camera dead ahead, doggy style this time, taking her from behind.

"The camera..."

"What was that?"

Spare me. That isn't even your real nature.

One word was enough to kill her clumsy little show of refusal. From here on, Woohee would take everything I gave her.

"Whether you hate it or not is none of my business. Right now you're moaning under my hips, and you'll do exactly what I ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠want. Face the front properly so it shows clearly."

"...."

Ravaging a woman who hated me without a shred of hesitation. What could possibly be more enjoyable than this? Hyojin would end up the same way in front of me.

No — you I'll torment even more humiliatingly. You'll pay every last bit of the price for destroying me with that lie.

An ugly memory surfaced. Because of that bitch Hyojin, everything around me had been shattered. Even the teacher who used to believe in me had pulled away.

"Goddamn it!"

"Ahheuk! Too rough... euaang! Ah! You're gripping too hard... euh!"

As the heat poured out of me, Woohee seized my wrist.

"Huh?"

Right in front of me I could see both her thoroughly soaked entrance and her still-flushed anus at once.

What was the problem? So I'd gotten a little worked up...

But her hips were too high.

Woohee's body, braced against the sofa, had been driven up as far as it would go. I'd shoved into her so hard her waist had been lifted without limit.

"..."

I found my reason again and lowered her hips. Then I began stimulating her body slowly once more, gripping her waist.

Leaning close and whispering love had its place — but with this girl, what needed doing was perfectly clear.

Without pause, I pushed a finger into the ass that still hadn't finished hurting.

"Ah!"

A thin cry of pain cut through her moans.

"There... that place..."

"I'm not fucking it. This is preparation. Who said you get a say in what I do?"

"...."

Woohee dropped her head again, and I violated her rear hole without restraint. If she was going to take something far thicker than a finger, she had to be kept open.

"You're starting to get it. All you have to do is what I tell you. If you can't even take this, how do you plan to take mine?"

I rocked my hips slowly while I worked her ass, busy educating both ends at once. One hand used her waist like a handle; the other thrust into her — the motions so mismatched they nearly fell out of rhythm.

"Heung. Ah... ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠it hurts, so... gently... eung!"

Pleasure and pain moved in equal measure, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. The only problem was that my own body was having trouble feeling it properly.

I worked the finger, then added a second.

"Heuk!"

More resistance than before — but this much had to go in. I was going to open her fully tomorrow either way.

"Ack! Please... ahpat! Ah... ack!"

"Take it."

Once more I gave the order as her master, cutting off even the smallest rebellion. I would do exactly as I pleased.

Still, putting anything in after only a day was going to hurt like hell. Anal always hurt filthy at the start. You got used to it by doing it, and only then did it start to feel good. This stretching work was just to ease that a little.

She had to take it. No choice.

I moved my hips again and drew my index and middle fingers out just slightly. That way, every thrust of my hips drove them back in on their own.

"Hoo... hoo..."

The motion was hard work, but I was putting in the effort for the sake of teaching her the pleasure that came from that hole.

Both fingers kept stimulating her in time with my hips, and I worked them a little myself as well.

"Euheut. Haa... haak! Eung...."

The way moans and pain traded places only deepened the mental orgasm of knowing I was conquering this girl — that I could do whatever I wanted with her.

"Hwaat! Aaaah! Ah!"

I leisurely enjoyed the sight of Woohee stifling every kind of scream as I moved my hips.

Mine. Every woman I wanted was mine, and I would hand none of them over to anyone.

The dense, sweat-soaked sensation was finally approaching its limit. This sweat was the mark of my effort, the mark of conquest. The drops fell gladly, running down Woohee's waist.

"Hoo! Hook!"

The signal came, and at last I poured myself into her without holding back.

"Haa... hoo. That wasn't bad."

"Hahat... haa..."

Woohee tried to push herself up, then collapsed again almost at once.

A fine sight.

"So much for that shower. Then we'll wash together."

I caught her staggering form and pulled her in.

A shower? Just so we're clear — it was never going to be as simple as it had been with Lee Soyeon.

"Ha-eut. Ugh! Just let me... rest a little... please! Eung!"

Of course I drove Woohee to the edge and wrung out every last bit of my desire.

"Settling down a bit now, are we. Here — candle and lighter. Use them when it gets dark."

Outside, dusk was starting to fall. I still had time before the night purge.

"Hey. And if you've received your master's love, you should repay it, right?"

I didn't stop there. I gave the order at once.

"Don't tell me you can't even heat up some food. Get up."

With Soyeon or Seol-hwa I would have just done it myself — but this one had to be thoroughly broken. I knew exactly how girls of her type ran their mouths.

Woohee rose with difficulty and prepared the food I'd brought.

An insolent girl got thoroughly subjugated for a day, and then I went hunting. After I came back from the hunt, I would look forward to seeing how her reactions had changed.

The meal itself was simple. Not carefully arranged the way Lee Soyeon's would have been, and not completely clueless like Seol-hwa's either — just heated and set out roughly. I'd let that slide for now.

Truthfully, even mealtimes had their enjoyable possibilities, but I held back for the moment. Sprinkling my cum over the food, feeding her mouthfuls through a kiss... every maniacal, delightful method imaginable.

I'd overlook that much for now. Look forward to it when I get back.

Watching Woohee eat with trembling hands, I smiled.

After thoroughly enjoying myself, around nine at night, the long-awaited hunting hour arrived. The dark of night only meant more enemies I could put down.

I was heading to An Suhyeon's base to call him out when I heard it.

"Ha-eut! Aaang!"

Wet, filthy moans were ringing out.

"Oh?"

In the middle of enjoying himself, was he? I waited calmly, then made contact with An Suhyeon.

"How is it? Feel like you've leveled up into a real adult?"

"It's the best. Feels like I wasted half my life. I..."

His fingers moved busily, as if chasing some wistful memory.

"Heh. It's only going to keep being like that. Now show me the way to the mart."

I switched on my phone's flashlight and loaded An Suhyeon onto the cart.

"Just keep the light pointed. The second I signal that zombies have shown up, you kill it!"

"Yes!"

It had been a while since I'd moved with solid backup behind me.

I even handed him the bat.

"I'll draw all the aggro anyway, so just crack them from behind. You've got no armor, so don't push it!"

"Yes."

Come to think of it, I needed to start issuing gear to my followers just in case. More things to order.

Like that, we pushed deeper than the areas we'd already cleared, toward the mart that still held the road.

Naturally there were no zombies near the mart itself. Separate from anything newly spawned, the original civilian defense at the mart would have cleaned them out. Looking at the mart alone, we could reach it without much interference.

Thanks to that, we made it all the way past the shattered glass front.

"A full brawl, about ten of them zombified inside, the rest ran and stabbed everyone else in the back... that was the plan, right?"

"Yes. I didn't think it'd end up like this, though."

An Suhyeon was grinning — an expression I hadn't seen much of from him before.

I killed the headlight and, in the dark, gave the signal.

"They come for the eyes. Stay quiet here."

"I don't need to help?"

"I'm going to assassinate them anyway. And you've got no armor. Just watch."

Pointless screw-ups were also not welcome.

I carefully stepped into the big-box mart. With ten zombies supposedly inside, I couldn't afford to get careless.

I set the traps I'd brought around the perimeter first.

"Just in case, leave one or two on your side too."

Bear traps planted, I moved carefully inward.

Sounds began to reach me — the cries of what had once been human.

"Come on, then."

One call into the dark, and the voice carried. The zombies began to shift.

Using the absence of light, I checked how many were on the first floor. Unless all ten poured out at once, they would come in dribs and drabs. In the dark, they couldn't see me unless they got close.

About three of them lit up cleanly in the night vision. I waited calmly.

As the zombies gradually gathered, I drew their attention in front of the traps.

"Hey!"

Three was manageable. At the shout, several sets of footsteps quickened — charging on sound alone through the dark.

"That's it."

To the nearest one coming in order, I gifted a crossbow bolt on the spot.

As I put one down, I could feel the others staring blankly toward me. What came next was obvious.

"Kuaaaak!"

A zombie charged like mad — and went straight down into the bear trap I'd set, easy to finish.

"Then... hm?"

Of course, there were cases that lucked out of my traps.

"Tch."

I couldn't dictate where they went. The moment one leapt the bear trap, my crossbow took it cleanly in the leg.

"Phew, almost made that hard—"

But right then, something hit the floor behind me.

"Gaeuk..."

"Don't tell me?"

I tried to spin around in alarm, but the one that had fallen into the bear trap was still thrashing at me like a lunatic. The urgent one first. Inside my head I hammered the rapid-fire button — and a zombie's roar rose from behind.

Danger...

But in that instant, a fierce light flared in front of my eyes.

"Watch out!"

An Suhyeon had switched on the bicycle light and was shouting. He was putting himself at risk — but the aggro snapped to him, and zombies on the upper floor started moving.

I put one down on rapid fire, then managed a shot into the one that had dropped behind me.

"Kyaaak!"

The late arrival got its head caved in with the baseball bat as I fell back.

"Nice work! Light off!"

The noise swelled, zombie footsteps closed in, and I ran for An Suhyeon's back.

"Well done."

"Hehe."

An Suhyeon wiped his nose, and we held our breath and killed the light.

As the zombies charged in, then cocked their heads in confusion, I threw myself toward the bear traps and lined up the crossbow.

"Gaak!"

The last one charged, went down, and while I smashed its head with ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the bat, the bicycle shot forward — slamming into a zombie and bursting straight through into the clear.

In the dark, An Suhyeon was holding up a thumb.

"Not bad."

More useful than I'd expected.

Thanks to that, I was able to clean out the mart's zombies with ease.