An Unexpected Visitor
They say sudden events always slip in pretending you never saw them coming. Accidents arrive without warning and make their presence known in the most undeniable way. Yes, exactly like the person standing before my eyes right now.
Ten minutes earlier, after getting absolutely shredded in a meeting with my advisor, I trudged back to my studio apartment in a foul mood. One day, Gates opened across the world, including South Korea, and people began to Awaken with mysterious powers. Those powers manifested differently for everyone, and soon humanity started fighting the creatures that poured out of those portals.
Modern weapons had been useless against the otherworldly beings. But the Awakened could actually hurt them. Decades later, those same creatures had become just another commodity to exploit. Take the giant monsters known as Trolls, for example. Their bodily fluids possessed powerful restorative properties. When an Awakened processed them correctly, they became the ultimate stamina enhancer.
Yes, a stamina enhancer. The old pharmaceutical versions were weak and came with nasty side effects. But these Gate-derived ones had zero downsides. They even healed the body and cleared the mind. Naturally, people lost their minds over them. There was genuine fear that the endless supply of monsters might actually go extinct from overharvesting.
Some tried farming the creatures to avoid risking their lives inside the Gates, but research proved the farmed versions performed at less than one percent of the real thing. The idea died instantly. And so the profession of Hunter—people who stuck their faces into the Gates for profit—entered its golden age.
I was a college student in the Hunter Department at Jangwon University, chasing that same dream of striking it rich. But the power I possessed was pathetic. At this rate, plucking stars from the sky would be easier than earning a Hunter license.
I sighed and shook the convenience store chicken I’d picked up on the way home. That’s right. When you’re depressed, you eat chicken. Today it would be chicken and beer. In that spirit, I unlocked the door to my studio, only to find a pair of unfamiliar shoes.
Small white pumps.
A thief? What kind of thief takes their shoes off before robbing someone?
I held my breath and closed the door silently. The only weapon available to a healthy Korean man in his twenties was the convenience store chicken in my hand. Ever since the era of the Awakened began, differences in gender or body size no longer determined strength. You only had to turn on the TV to see mixed-gender martial arts matches. That said everything.
Shit. If I screw this up, won’t I be the one getting fucked over?
While I hesitated, my eyes fell on those neatly arranged white pumps. Normal thieves don’t take their shoes off and enter politely, right? Could it be my sister? My younger sister, who was on leave and lounging at home, might have come at our mother’s command.
Still, she’s not the type to come even if sent… I’ll just check the situation first and then call the police.
I decided to trust the Korean police. Besides, I was technically an Awakened myself. Killing my footsteps, I cracked open the sliding door. A woman was inside.
Small frame, short black hair, striking dark eyelashes that contrasted with her pale, almost translucent skin. White V-neck t-shirt. Pink flare skirt. It was someone I’d seen at school today.
Why the hell is Lee Ji-ah in my room? How does she know my door code? I’ve barely spoken to her a few times! Why is she sitting there like she owns the place?
She was my classmate in the Hunter Department and the undisputed top student. Excellent grades, neat appearance, and that uniquely friendly attitude made her universally loved. The ultimate social butterfly. The real thing. I’d heard she was almost guaranteed to get her Hunter license this year. Her family was wealthy too—her father had made a name for himself during the Great Awakening.
She had nothing in common with a near-dropout loner like me. That was Lee Ji-ah. In an era that still had social classes, I probably wouldn’t have been allowed to even look at her face.
My body froze at the unexpected turn of events. Lee Ji-ah turned her head, and our eyes met. She smiled brightly and threw the sliding door open.
“You’re here? You’re a little late.”
“Uh… yeah.”
What is this? Why is she acting like this?
“The door was open, so I let myself in and waited.”
“The door… was open?”
“Yeah, it was open.”
Is it really okay to walk into someone else’s room just because the door is open? No, there was no way it had been open. I distinctly remembered locking it myself this morning and even adjusting my shoes. So how did she get in?
As if she could read my spinning thoughts, Lee Ji-ah let out a small laugh and continued.
“It’s a lie. I entered the code properly. It’s your mother’s birthday, right?”
“How the hell do you know my mother’s birthday?!”
What the fuck! I’d deliberately changed it from my own birthday to throw people off!
My head throbbed. Then it hit me—there had to be a reason Lee Ji-ah was doing this. Unlike me, she had far too much to lose. A Hunter aspirant caught breaking in would know exactly what kind of trouble she’d face. Ever since the Awakened appeared, sentences had become brutally harsh. The famous case where drunk idiots who got into a bar fight received fifteen years in prison simply because they were Awakened was well known.
Does she have something to tell me?
If it had been an ordinary woman, I might have suspected a honey trap. But because it was that Lee Ji-ah, the thought never crossed my mind. What could someone like me possibly offer her…?
“Stay a minute. I’ll make you some coffee.”
There should still be some of that anti-drowsiness coffee in the cupboard. I tossed the convenience store bag into the fridge. While waiting for the water to boil, I stole a glance at her. Lee Ji-ah was sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest. Reflexively, I corrected my gaze. Her skirt had already ridden up enough to reveal her underwear.
Fuck! Now that I think about it, this could still be a honey trap!
Before the era of the Awakened, there had been women who deliberately approached men for financial blackmail. It was the kind of thing you only read about in old high school social studies textbooks now.
I need to watch my eyes. One wrong move and I’m completely screwed.
I forced my trembling knees to steady. While the water heated, I discreetly activated the voice recording app on my phone. The half-joking security measure I’d installed might end up saving my life. I set the phone in an inconspicuous corner, finished making the mixed coffee, and placed the cups on the table.
“You came here because you have something to say, right?”
“Maybe?”
Lee Ji-ah gave a sly smile and blew gently on her coffee. The way she cradled the cup with both hands was unnecessarily cute. She blew on it for a long time, took a sip, flinched at the heat, and immediately started blowing again.
Ah, she can’t handle hot drinks.
“Hang on.”
I fetched the remaining ice from the fridge and dropped it into her cup. Only then did she take a proper sip. After that, she simply stared at me.
I had no idea what she wanted. I tried to play it cool and drink my own coffee, but her gaze never wavered. For what felt like seconds or minutes, the strange atmosphere held.
While I forced my eyes to wander, they suddenly fell into the neckline of her V-neck shirt. Skin so pale that faint blue veins were visible. The full swell of her breasts. A gentle valley that curved invitingly against that translucent canvas.
I found myself memorizing the way they rose and fell with each breath she took…
Shit!
I snapped my gaze upward, but it was already too late. Lee Ji-ah was still looking straight into my eyes. My hastily averted gaze met hers in midair. She set her coffee cup down and regarded me with an unreadable expression.
I felt like I’d seen that look somewhere before…
My throat burned with tension. I forced down the rest of my coffee and set the cup aside. The next instant, my body was flipped over.
Huh?
Before I could offer any resistance, I found myself on my own bed with Lee Ji-ah straddling me like a hungry predator claiming its prey.
“Why?! What the—?!”
Her face filled my vision. Soft lips pressed against mine. The faint chill of iced coffee lingered. My first kiss tasted like coffee.
Lee Ji-ah traced my lips slowly at first, as if savoring the moment, then pushed her tongue inside with sudden hunger. She knocked against my clenched teeth, and when they refused to part, she began a full assault on my lips.
Her face, filling my entire field of view, was flushed bright red with excitement. The rustling sounds near my ears told me she was stripping off her clothes.
Why?
That single question dominated my mind. I couldn’t understand why she was suddenly doing this to me. First, I needed to get her off me.
The only part of my body not pinned beneath her was my right arm. I managed to reach around and tap her shoulder. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Only then did she release my lips and pull back slightly. I immediately scrambled away.
“Hey! You! What the hell is—?!”
Before me stood Lee Ji-ah, completely naked. She made no attempt to hide herself. Sitting on my bed with the clear intent to pounce, her breasts hung like ripe fruit, tipped with vivid pink. Any man would have his gaze stolen by that sight. I was no exception.
“Mmm… For someone protesting, you look like you want it too.”
Lee Ji-ah placed her hand directly on my crotch and began stroking gently. My groin had been rock-hard since the first kiss, proudly announcing its readiness. The touch through my pants felt almost like direct contact. Strength began draining from my body.
My rigid muscles gradually relaxed, sinking into the bed. Lee Ji-ah looked at me with something like affection and lay down beside me.
“Let me borrow your arm.”
She rested her head on my arm as naturally as if we’d been lovers for years and gazed up at me. Her hand never stopped moving below my waist. Her fingers traced the ridge of the tent in my pants, then slipped into the gap between my stomach and waistband.
“You… why the hell are you—”
“Stop thinking about the details and just enjoy it. You like this kind of thing, don’t you?”
Of course there wasn’t a man alive who disliked erotic situations, but men also cared about atmosphere. For someone like me, who had always despised relationships without genuine emotion, it mattered even more.
“Ah, that’s right. You always liked setting the mood, didn’t you? Then how about this?”
I had never publicly revealed my sexual preferences to anyone. How could she possibly know?
Before I could dwell on it, her lips approached again. This kiss was different—slow and leisurely, the kind lovers share when reaffirming their feelings.
“…?!”
At the same time, her hand slipped inside my pants and wrapped around my penis. The cool sensation enveloping my throbbing length sent goosebumps racing up my spine. Her fingers held me gently, wriggling slowly without applying pressure. She squeezed and released, her thumb caressing the sensitive ridge while her pinky teased between the base and my balls. I felt the inside of my underwear growing burning hot, like kindling slowly catching fire.
At the tip of my heated length, her index finger rubbed the urethral opening, spreading the leaking precum.
“You like it like this, right? You always have.”
“What…? Hng…!”
What was she talking about? When had we ever done anything like this?
“You… with other men—”
The moment the words left my mouth, an alarming pressure gripped my groin.
“Guh…!”
“I’ve never given my body to another man. Understand?”
Lee Ji-ah glared at me with fierce eyes. No, glared wasn’t the right word. Beyond those pupils, something dark and intense I couldn’t name was boiling. Her tightly pressed lips seemed to reject my entire train of thought.
“I-I get it! I get it! Just—your hand, the strength—!”
“Good.”
Satisfied, she eased the pressure and resumed her caress with those fluid, almost boneless movements. She stroked the ridge tenderly with her fingertips, then slid down the shaft, tracing veins, her nails grazing lightly. I could only endure the torment.
I’d heard somewhere that once a man’s penis is grabbed, he can’t move. It was exactly true.
“Doing it with one hand feels a bit monotonous, doesn’t it?”
“Uh… what?”
Lee Ji-ah looked up at me and licked her lips with her red tongue. Then she rose and positioned herself between my knees. Her free hand began slowly massaging my balls.
A man’s testicles are pure weakness—thin-skinned organs exposed outside the body. Even a slight bump causes excruciating pain. But Lee Ji-ah’s touch was completely different. Like a feather, it expressed that she had no intention of hurting me, yet it was enough to awaken masochistic urges. Every time her carefully maintained nails brushed my scrotum, my penis twitched with involuntary strength.
“Something transparent is dripping from the urethra. What could it be?”
She formed a ring with her fingers and slowly stimulated the glans, then gripped the shaft and rubbed the opening with her thumb. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room. When she pulled her finger away, a clear string of fluid stretched between us before snapping.
“What is this? Men know all about it, right?”
Lee Ji-ah smiled seductively, her face flushed. She changed her hand movements, spreading the overflowing precum over my entire length as if applying lotion. What had been point contact became surface contact. The lubricated penis glistened under the fluorescent light, practically boasting its presence.
I was losing my mind. From the beginning, Lee Ji-ah’s touch had accurately identified every erogenous zone I possessed. She even found spots I hadn’t known about myself and tormented them.
The question why had vanished from my head. Only the desperate desire to cum remained, climbing my spine and devouring my brain.
“Hehe, you want to cum, don’t you?”
“N-no, this is—!”
“No? Your penis is twitching like it’s about to explode.”
“Kgh…”
She was right. I was right on the edge. The anxiety of having a woman I wasn’t even close to holding my penis, the subtle sense of conquest that came with it, and the masochistic thrill piercing my mind. The warmth of her hands transmitted through my scrotum.
“This part is tightening up too. You’re almost there. Let’s do our best, okay?”
Lee Ji-ah slowly pushed my balls upward with her palm, then gripped my penis with both hands.
“Do your best♡ Do your best♡”
The moment her overlapping fingers swept up my length, my body arched as if struck by electricity. The makeshift onahole moved faster and faster. As it passed through the ring formed by her fingers, the temple of my desire trembled violently, on the verge of eruption.
“You’re about to cum? You’re about to cum, right? But no.”
A sudden sense of loss. Cold air wrapped around my penis. Instead, warmth returned to my lips. Her red tongue pushed inside, knocking against my teeth like it was demanding entry. The tightly sealed door opened without resistance, and we devoured each other roughly.
Lee Ji-ah’s face filled my vision. A scent hidden beneath the coffee aroma filled my nose—something like milk, yet sticky and distinctly feminine. Even while kissing, she grabbed my hand and guided it to her most private place.
My hand was led to somewhere hot and wet beyond my sight. Lee Ji-ah pulled her lips away and whispered into my ear.
“You can tell just by touching, can’t you? I’m soaked. Do you understand what I want?”
As she said, her pussy was already drenched. Her underwear had absorbed so much moisture it was useless.
Was this really okay? Why was she doing this?
The question that had drifted away briefly began asserting itself again, but the next words made it lose strength.
“Why? You’ve come this far and you’re still anxious?”
“…Isn’t that obvious?”
“Then, shall we do this~”
Lee Ji-ah brought her lips to my ear.
“Shall I teach you where I feel good?”
“?!”
“Right now, a little lower than your finger. Not my clit… even lower.”
She whispered and guided the invading hand downward. My fingers found her clitoris, then moved further until my middle finger rested against her vaginal entrance.
“Ahng, yes. There. My pussy. The lewd, precious hole that accepts a man.”
The sensation of wet mucous membrane at my fingertip. It burned hot, twitching as if it would swallow my finger at any moment. The first-time sensation of a woman’s body left me speechless as I stared at Lee Ji-ah.
“The rest is a secret. Want to find it yourself?”
Gulp.
In the silent studio, the only sound that followed was the wet, obscene noise of flesh moving against flesh.
When I first entered university, rumors about Lee Ji-ah had spread like wildfire among the freshmen. They said an insanely talented freshman had arrived. That half a truckload of idiots had confessed and been destroyed. That both seniors and professors lost their minds around her. That people who tried to approach her during practice matches got crushed instead.
Those rumors had naturally reached my ears too. A beauty with a good personality and perfect specs—the daughter of a friend of my mom’s. That was how I had perceived Lee Ji-ah.
To someone like me—an Awakened with no particular talents—she had seemed as distant as a star in the sky.
This isn’t just a prepared feast. She’s bringing the food to my mouth. Only an idiot wouldn’t eat it.
That star in the sky was now breathing hotly in my arms.
Reason in my head was being overpowered by instinct. When I moved the finger she had guided, I felt the slick wetness of her entrance. As I applied a little pressure, her inner walls clung to me as if responding.
“Mmm… You’re good at this…”
Looking down at Lee Ji-ah moaning in my embrace, the sense of conquest I had suppressed until now began to overflow. She made no attempt to hide her sweetly melted expression and simply accepted my clumsy touches.
“Why are you only touching the outside?”
Lee Ji-ah smiled lewdly and began kissing my neck. The soft sensation of her lips on my throat. The feminine scent like milk filling my nose.
“If we go any further, I really won’t be able to hold back.”
I was somehow enduring Lee Ji-ah’s onslaught.
Among the required liberal arts courses in the Hunter Department were laws concerning the Awakened. In this era where sentences for Awakened were terrifyingly severe, I remembered that sexual crimes carried especially harsh penalties. The average was around thirty years. If it was actual rape rather than harassment, the average jumped to forty-five years.
And if they decide the defendant has a bad character, they’ll even push for the death penalty.
In short, if Lee Ji-ah suddenly screamed right now, my life could be over.
My gray brain cells were sounding every warning alarm possible, but they were steadily being dyed pink. Even with the recording app running, there was no guarantee it would capture everything clearly.
Whether she knew my thoughts or not, my painfully erect penis continued to throb, flaunting itself.
“You’re hesitating, aren’t you?”
Lee Ji-ah spoke as if she understood everything and stood up. Then—
“…Huh?”
“You turned the recording on, didn’t you?”
Lee Ji-ah was holding my smartphone. My final line of defense had been taken.
She smiled, placed the phone on my chest, and laughed.
“What do I have to do to make you feel safe? I let you touch my pussy. I touched your cock. But you still won’t let your guard down.”
“Would you let your guard down in this situation?”
“That’s true.”
Lee Ji-ah giggled and continued.
“So I’ve prepared a line to completely destroy your wariness~”
“What?”
Lee Ji-ah mounted me, covering my body, and spoke toward the smartphone’s microphone.
“This person, Lee Ji-ah, a first-year student in the Hunter Department at Jangwon University, will now engage in sexual intercourse with Ha Hyun-do, a first-year student in the Hunter Department at Jangwon University♡”
“?!”
“This sexual act is mutually consensual. Lee Ji-ah hereby declares that she will not hold Ha Hyun-do accountable for this act in any way in the future.”
“You’re seriously—”
“Mr. Ha Hyun-do, first-year student in the Hunter Department at Jangwon University, do you consent to this sexual intercourse?”
Lee Ji-ah smiled with pure lewdness.
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