Man Hunters (5)
“I’ll pay any amount of money, so please creampie me! I’m begging you!”
“Puhaha! Mom, are you seriously insane? Seducing your own son with cash? For a creampie? Should I grab a condom then?”
“Ah… I don’t want a condom…”
“So you really wanna get knocked up?”
Mom covered her face like a shy schoolgirl. It was hardly the kind of conversation that called for bashfulness.
“Yes… please.”
“And if you actually get pregnant, what’ll you tell the relatives and friends? Pregnant with no husband? Word’s bound to spread.”
“I’ll take all the blame myself. I won’t let it cause any trouble for Master…”
“Kekeke. Such an obedient slave. Fine, I’ll creampie you till you’re overflowing, just like you want.”
“Ah… thank you. To receive a creampie from my son’s cock—I must be the happiest mom in the world—”
“—Kikikik. What a bunch of crazy bitches.”
An unfamiliar voice. Harsh and grating, like nails on metal. Who the hell was that? I’d never heard it before.
“Wow… I heard you broke Kwak Yuri, so I figured you weren’t ordinary, but fucking your own mom? You’re a real psycho. Kyakyakya! This is a masterpiece! You’re fun. I bet killing you will be a blast.”
“…Who the hell are you?”
Messy, disheveled hair. A cheap, swaggering gait. Maniacal laughter. Less a woman and more… a beast.
How’d this bitch get in? Isia was supposed to be on guard. There’s no way senior Isia couldn’t handle a street rat like this.
“Kyakyakya! I’m Jeong Hyolyn of the Man Hunters. I’m here to kill you!”
“This is ridiculous…”
Jeong Hyolyn pulled a vicious kitchen knife from her bosom. Her grip was practiced, like she’d stabbed plenty before.
Mom gasped at the sight of the blade, her body trembling.
“Senior Isia… I mean, the guard was there. How’d you get past her?”
“Oh, that swordswoman? I knocked her out with this.”
“Urgh! Ahhhuuuu!”
“?! What’s wrong, Mom?!”
“I don’t know! There’s this insanely intense smell coming from over there! Ugh!”
Jeong Hyolyn pulled a vial from her pocket, and Mom pinched her nose, writhing in agony. No, not agony—more like she couldn’t think straight, lost in arousal.
“Even that well-dressed lady with the swordswoman inhaled this aphrodisiac and came on the spot. Kyakyakya.”
…Kim Jiwon? So this was the aphrodisiac from the news that leaves women helpless? What the hell’s in it to get even Mom—who’s not that sensitive to smells—clenching her pussy in heat?
“Kyakyakyakya. All men are slaves to women. We’ll build an empire of women. You’re in the way of that plan, Kim Hoyoung.”
“No idea what bullshit you’re spouting, but you wanna kill me? Bring it.”
“So cocky… Let’s see if you keep that attitude after I punch some holes in you!”
“Hoyoungggg!!!”
In this life-or-death moment, Mom screamed with desperate fervor. She’d been fidgeting anxiously ever since the knife came out. Obviously worried about her son’s safety. I got it… a natural mother’s instinct. Nothing mattered more than her son’s life—
“When’s the creampie?! I’ve been waiting!!!”
“That’s what you’re worried about?! Read the damn room, you bitch!!”
—But for Kim Hea-e, creampies mattered more. A woman truly deserving of the nickname Unfit Mother.
“The aphrodisiac you made is proving very useful. Yeah. Any woman who inhales it is done for. They’ll kill their own parents to serve it. Right.”
Atop a luxury hotel’s penthouse, Park Eunji—the leader of the crime syndicate known as the Man Hunters—was having a hushed call with her aphrodisiac smuggler. The other side’s voice didn’t carry.
“We’ve been making such a splash, so ‘that side’ must’ve noticed by now. One of our executives is making contact. Yeah. The outcome’s obvious. The aphrodisiac… yeah. Yeah. We might not even need it anymore.”
Park Eunji hung up. Her bold smile reflected in the transparent glass overlooking all of Paradise City, brimming with anticipation—like it won’t be long now.
“You look thrilled, sis. They offering a discount on the aphrodisiac?”
“…No. We’re halting purchases. We don’t need it anymore.”
“Ehhh? Really? Why? That stuff was amazing! Any woman who takes it obeys us without question!”
Yoo Chaeyoung, wrapped in just a towel, tilted her head skeptically at her sister’s sanity. Park Eunji seemed more vibrant and sharp than ever.
“No word from Jeong Hyolyn?”
“She called. Wants to meet.”
“Let’s go.”
“Okay… but sis, what’s got you so happy?”
“Why do you ask?”
“You seem super excited.”
“Heh. Got something to look forward to. And it’s close.”
“Hmm~”
The ever-cool, unflappable Park Eunji acting like an excited kid? What was she waiting for? Yoo Chaeyoung asked, but got nothing but “go meet Hyolyn already.” A bit suspicious, but she followed orders.
Jeong Hyolyn, who’d once boasted about killing the man who broke their ex-comrade Kwak Yuri. She’d buried plenty of men she didn’t like in the shadows before, so Yoo Chaeyoung didn’t think much of it.
The meeting spot: a women-only café. Perfect for man-hating types like them.
But as the appointed time neared, no Jeong Hyolyn. Just one girl in a pink dress and wide-brim hat. From behind, she seemed to be slurping away at her coffee.
“What the hell. She’s never late. Should I call?”
Ring ring.
As she hit dial, a phone rang from the front seat. The pink-dress girl stopped slurping and answered.
“Ah… Chaeyoung-ssi? I’m waiting at the café.”
“Chaeyoung-ssi?! No way.”
Crossing the café, she checked the woman’s face. No freaking way. Jeong Hyolyn, primly made up like a proper lady, sitting demurely. And what she’d been slurping? Not coffee—a dildo.
“What… the hell? What are you doing? That dress and hat don’t suit you at all! And why the dildo?!”
“Well… Master Hoyoung scolded me for my lousy fellatio skills last time.”
“M-Master Hoyoung? Who’s that?”
“Come on~ You know, the guy I said I’d kill. Don’t you remember?”
Hearing prim honorifics from the rag-in-mouth Jeong Hyolyn made goosebumps erupt all over.
“Jeong Hyolyn, have you lost your mind? Drugged or something? What’s the trick here?”
“You’re the ones pulling tricks.”
“Huh?”
Kim Hoyoung had appeared behind her, groping Yoo Chaeyoung’s ass. She’d never let a man touch her once. Any who dared got revenge.
“??”
“You bitches the Man Hunters?”
“W-What if we are? Ugh! Mmm!”
His fingers slipped into her panties, finding her pussy’s entrance. She felt she should be mad, but the anger fizzled, leaving her dazed.
“Your pussy’s awfully tight.”
“Ah… is it?”
She should be angry… right? But why? He just fingered her pussy and commented on how tight it was. No reason to rage. Yoo Chaeyoung quietly accepted the assessment. That was all.
“You’ve been making a big noise lately. What’s your goal?”
“A world where women rule men… ugh! T-To make… ahh, that feels good! For that…”
“What? That’s fucking stupid… You serious?”
“Mmm… H-Honestly, I’m half-jokingggg! Ah! There! That’s my G-spot! I-I’m just playing along, but Eunji sis is dead serious! Sh-She really hates men!”
Yoo Chaeyoung casually sold out her precious comrade to this stranger fingering her pussy.
“What’s her reason?”
“Dunno the details, but probably some past trauma. Anyway, to sis, men are just conquests. Nothing can stop Eunji sis.”
Her pussy already soaked, Yoo Chaeyoung taunted provocatively.
“If she catches you, she’ll turn you into a maso bitch without mercy?”
“Oh yeah? Then guide me to her.”
“Of course.”
Their torture den for training and tormenting men. Prey walking in willingly? No way they’d refuse.
Kim Hea-e insisted on tagging along since Park Eunji bugged her, so the three of us—me, Mom, and Yoo Chaeyoung—headed to the Man Hunters’ hideout. I ordered Jeong Hyolyn to keep sucking that dildo at the café. Not worth bringing along; she wasn’t important. I’d fucked her once, but no real replay value.
“Why’re you coming along, Mom?”
“I swear I’ve seen that woman before. Seeing her face should jog my memory.”
“Can’t imagine you connected to a crime boss…”
“If it doesn’t click, I’ll head right back.”
“Do whatever.”
Watching us chat casually in the elevator to the penthouse, Yoo Chaeyoung sneered inwardly.
Hmph! Idiots! Head back? As if. Mom gets hooked on the aphrodisiac, dependent on us. Kim Hoyoung? Eunji sis’ll special-train him till his male inferiority makes him suicidal.
The elevator dinged at the top. Doors opened to Park Eunji lounging on the sofa, like she’d been waiting.
“You Park Eunji? Got some questions—”
Right as I opened with a greeting, she moved faster than me.