Chapter 1 - Seizing the Opportunity
Chapter 1 - Seizing the Opportunity
"Let's split up here."
After receiving the mission briefing from Rayji, their dedicated support handler, Miles, Hana, and Yang Taegum set out to hunt down a special variant monster.
According to Rayji, this particular variant seemed to originate from a Mul-gwishin—a water-dwelling monster typically found near rivers or the sea.
Mul-gwishin resembled bloated human corpses on the verge of bursting, lurking underwater to ambush passersby, dragging them down to drown them. If that failed, they attacked with razor-sharp claws coated in paralyzing venom—a single scratch would immobilize a victim within minutes.
The variant they were tracking, however, was far larger than the average Mul-gwishin, standing at least two meters tall. Its durability had also increased significantly—it had shattered a mace with its skull, a weapon that would have crushed an ordinary specimen instantly.
Rather than pursuing the retreating hunters, it had grabbed the corpses of two fallen comrades and vanished into the river.
They spent hours combing the area, occasionally dispatching stray Mul-gwishin, but even Yang Taegum shook his head in frustration.
A special variant should have left a noticeable presence, yet all they detected were weak traces of common specimens.
With his detection range limited to 200 meters and stamina to consider—since using his ability drained him—they had no choice but to split up.
Miles would search upstream alone.
Hana and Yang Taegum would take the downstream route.
Miles was strong enough to hold his own and wait for backup if needed. Even if the variant ambushed him, he was confident in his reflexes.
Hana, however, objected.
"It's too dangerous," she argued. "What if something happens?"
But after relentless persuasion from Miles and Yang Taegum, she reluctantly agreed.
Her psychic barrier was incredibly durable—if Yang Taegum detected the variant, she would deploy it to buy time while he radioed Miles. They would regroup if they found nothing after a while.
"You got this, Hana?" Miles said. "If Taegum spots it, just focus on defense—keep its attention. Once he radios me, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Yeah, got it. Don't worry too much."
"Leave it to me, boss!" Yang Taegum whispered dramatically, given the situation. "I'll protect her no matter what!"
Miles nodded.
"Don't get hurt either."
"Yep."
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Miles began his search alone, climbing steadily upstream.
But there was no sign of an ambush—just a couple of ordinary Mul-gwishin, easily dispatched.
His thoughts inevitably drifted.
Is Hana okay? She should be. Her barrier's gotten so strong even I can't break it now. She can protect herself no matter what happens. And Taegum's with her—he'll be fine too.
After the incident that nearly killed Miles, Hana had grown unrecognizably stronger.
Her psychic barrier was two or three times tougher.
Her telekinetic orbs could shred ordinary monsters to ribbons in seconds.
The guilt gnawed at him—knowing he was the reason for her desperate growth—but he was also proud.
And she was just... so damn lovable.
No, no, no.
Focus.
But once his thoughts turned to her, they kept straying.
What's Hana doing right now?
Unable to resist, he pulled out his radio.
"Hana? Found anything?"
Static—
A moment later, her reply crackled through.
["Ah—n-no! Nothing here yet!"]
Static—
"Hana?"
Her voice had jumped—something was off.
Miles tensed, ready to sprint to her side.
"Is it the variant? Did you find it?"
Static—
["N-no, nothing yet... What about you?"]
Relieved, he exhaled and relaxed.
"Why'd you sound so startled earlier? Your voice spiked."
["Oh—it's nothing! Just... a cold drop of water hit the back of my neck. Must've been dew falling from a tree."]
Her voice trembled slightly.
Miles frowned but figured he understood—she was probably embarrassed about startling over something so trivial in front of the rookie, Taegum.
The thought of her blushing made him stifle a laugh.
"What's Taegum up to?"
Static—
["H-he's focused on scanning... N-nothing's showing up."]
"Tell him to pace himself. Using his ability nonstop will just exhaust him."
["Yeah, got it."]
Static—
They continued searching but found no trace of the variant.
As time dragged on, Miles radioed to regroup, and they headed back.
"Boss! Glad you're safe!"
"Yeah. You good?"
"Haha, of course!"
"Hana?"
"Huh? Oh—no injuries? Figures, it's Miles after all."
Her face was oddly flushed, but Miles chalked it up to the cold and hurried them back.
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### SIDE: Yang Taegum
"Boss! Sis!"
Spotting the other two at the rendezvous point, he waved enthusiastically.
Miles greeted him first.
"Welcome back. How's your stamina?"
"Perfect! Since it's my first time, I'll do my best not to drag you down!"
"Don't stress too much. From what I heard, this one shouldn't be too tough."
"Yes, sir!"
Behind Miles, Hana smiled warmly at him.
Throb.
Despite jerking off furiously last night, seeing her made him hard instantly.
Today, she wore a skintight black bodysuit beneath a long leather coat—standard gear for field missions.
But even the coat couldn't hide her obscenely voluptuous chest, making it impossible to look away.
To get more intel from the idiot, he followed them, his gaze inevitably dropping to Hana's ass.
"!!!!"
And then—he froze.
Her coat was split down the back from the waist down, completely exposing her ass!
Like it was begging to be touched, groped, squeezed—
The way it jiggled with each step, teasingly visible then hidden by the swaying coat—
Fuck.
He was rock-hard.
Just imagining grabbing those cheeks, kneading them, grinding against them—
The sleek black bodysuit clinging to her thighs, the curve of her pussy—
Too much.
His dick threatened to burst.
Feigning a stomachache, he excused himself to the restroom to jerk off.
Hold on. The opportunity's coming. Just wait—soon, I'll have those tits and ass in my hands...!
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After extracting enough info from the idiot, they set off in the car.
Miles took the wheel—Yang Taegum didn't have a license.
This mission was rated C-rank.
Since the variant originated from a low-tier monster like the Mul-gwishin, the threat level wasn't high.
The hunters who'd encountered it before were just weak—mid-to-high-rankers would've crushed it easily.
Miles alone could probably smash its skull with his club.
They'd likely assigned this mission to ease him, the rookie, into fieldwork.
Hana sitting in the passenger seat pissed him off, but—
Not yet.
Once he had her under his thumb, once he'd trained her properly—
Then he'd make her sit in the back.
Yeah.
With silent vibrators stuffed in her pussy and ass, walking beside this idiot—
Or fingering her right in front of him—
Heh.
Lost in fantasy, he closed his eyes.
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Arriving at the mission site, he scanned the area.
Only faint traces of weak monsters—nothing significant.
And of course—
His detection range wasn't actually 200 meters.
After honing this ability relentlessly, sacrificing sleep for months—even collapsing from overuse—
His true range was 800 meters.
Pushing it, he could hit a kilometer.
How?
Simple—obsessive, relentless training.
He'd lied from the start, claiming 200 meters.
No one would suspect otherwise.
Who would hide such a useful ability?
But now—this was his chance.
After pretending to scan lazily, he suggested splitting up.
Miles, strong enough to handle himself alone.
Hana, with her barrier, could stall while Miles rushed over.
Trust my detection, he urged, playing the desperate rookie.
Finally, she agreed—likely realizing how long this would take otherwise.
Watching Miles flash that stupid, reassuring smile, Yang Taegum began plotting.
How to break her.
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After splitting up, they moved cautiously downstream.
Hana took point, her psychic barrier at the ready.
He stuck close behind, eyes locked on her ass.
Switching his detection to constant activation, he extended his range to 500 meters.
Any further would drain him too fast.
After an hour of searching, he decided to make his move.
First, he confirmed—no one nearby.
Perfect.
"Sis."
"Hm? What's wrong, Taegum?"
Alert, she scanned the surroundings—thinking he'd sensed something.
"Nothing's there. Just... take a look at this."
"Now? Can't it wait...?"
Swallowing hard, he pulled out his phone and played the video.
The one of that incident.
Her and Miles fighting the variant.
Miles abandoning the child to carry her to safety.
At first, she frowned in confusion—
Then, at the moment of betrayal, her face darkened.
"W-what the hell is this?!"
Stammering, she gaped at the screen.
"I happened to be there that day," he said, feigning regret. "I was filming because you two looked so cool fighting together. But then... well, you saw."
Her pupils darted wildly—panic, guilt, horror.
Yes. This is it. The reaction I wanted!
Suppressing a grin, he continued.
"Wonder what'll happen if I upload this?"
"...Don't!"
Whoosh!
Telekinetic orbs shot out, hovering at his throat.
Cold sweat dripped down his back.
Fuck, that was close.
But he kept smiling.
She hesitated, sensing something amiss.
She knew exactly what this video would do.
A hunter—sworn to protect civilians—abandoning a child to save his partner?
The scandal would ruin them.
Rubbing his neck, he sighed.
"Now, now—was that necessary? You almost killed me."
"You—! Did you back this up somewhere? What the hell did you do?!"
"Heh. Sharp, aren't you? You're right—if I don't make it back tonight, this video goes nationwide. Scheduled upload, see?"
He had set it up.
If he didn't return by midnight, the video would spread.
Biting her lip, she realized how close she was to disaster.
"You... bastard!"
Green energy flared as twenty beads encircled him, poised to strike.
But he just chuckled.
"Mind putting these away? And—language, sis."
He flicked one bead—his finger split open, blood welling.
One hit would've killed me.
More cold sweat.
Grind—
Her teeth clenched audibly before she recalled the orbs, reforming them into her bracelet.
The tension eased slightly.
"What do you want?"
Taking a deep breath, she glared sharply.
Yes. This is it. Exactly what I wanted.
Smirking, he laid out his terms.
"First—let's move. This open area's too risky."