Chapter 6 - Hana's Climax
Chapter 6 - Hana's Climax
Steam curled lazily from the surface of the hot bathwater.
Hana sat submerged in the tub, lost in thought.
Where did it all go wrong...?
Miles and Hana had been childhood friends—inseparable since they were kids.
They knew everything about each other: favorite foods, favorite movies, favorite comics. Enough that people often asked if they were dating.
But they weren't.
They did love each other.
But what if confessing ruined everything?
That fear paralyzed them.
Their relationship could best be described as two cowards hoarding their feelings, too terrified to take the next step.
Hana knew Miles loved her.
Miles knew Hana loved him.
Yet neither confessed.
They stayed in that limbo—more than friends, less than lovers—supporting each other as elite Trackers.
They thought they hid it well.
They didn't.
Other hunters scowled whenever their names came up.
"When the hell are those two gonna get married already?"
"Ugh, watching them makes my eyes hurt."
"Do they think we don't know they're into each other?"
"Damn, I wish I were Miles..."
Hana's affectionate gestures—like kissing Miles' cheek—always sparked outrage.
"Look at him, pushing her away like an idiot! If it were me—"
One new hunter, after hearing rumors, once asked Miles point-blank:
"Hey, uh—you got ED or something? Or are you just aromantic?"
Miles froze, confused, until he noticed everyone nodding along.
Hana, baffled, kicked the guy out with a smile.
Life was good.
Until that incident.
Miles nearly died fighting a Special Variant.
That brush with loss made Hana realize—she couldn't stay like this. She had to move forward.
But courage failed her.
Then he arrived.
Yang Taegum.
A Detection-type Ability user with a name as odd as his demeanor.
First impressions weren't great.
Blond hair, a sleazy grin, eyes that sent chills down her spine—he looked like a delinquent.
But after talking at the café, Hana realized he was kind-hearted beneath the rough exterior.
She felt ashamed for judging him.
He was an orphan with nowhere to go.
Her pity turned into protectiveness.
Then came their first mission together.
The three of them set out to hunt a Special Variant.
—And her descent into hell began.
Yang Taegum was exactly the trash he appeared to be.
Filthy.
Underhanded.
A predator who exploited weakness.
He blackmailed Hana with footage of that incident, molesting her without remorse.
Her already prominent ass was groped relentlessly.
Her untouched pussy—never even felt by Miles—was licked through her bodysuit.
The reinforced suit, designed to withstand monster attacks, became her prison.
He flooded it with thick, concentrated semen until the stench clung to her skin.
The airtight seal trapped every drop against her body—her breasts, her stomach, even her most intimate places.
Every movement made the sticky mess shift.
Every step sent slick friction between her thighs.
She could feel it seeping into her folds.
Worse, he forced her to wear panties inside the suit—something hunters never did.
Why? she wondered—
Until he ejaculated into them, soaking the fabric until it clung to her like a second skin.
The entire mission, her pussy itched.
Holding back the urge to shove her hand inside and rub herself raw was torture.
When Miles asked if she was feeling unwell, guilt nearly crushed her.
Talking to Miles while another man's cum coats my body...!
She wanted to die.
Her purity—meant for Miles—felt defiled.
Yet she endured.
Because Miles was worth it.
And because her virginity remained intact.
Yang Taegum had promised:
"Obey me for a month, and I'll delete the footage."
She had no choice but to believe him.
His phone held the video, ready to blackmail her at any moment.
If anything happened to him, backup uploads would spread it nationwide.
If that happened, Miles would face prison—or worse, execution.
Abandoning a child was an unforgivable crime for hunters.
Power came with responsibility.
Protecting the weak wasn't optional—it was law.
Letting a child die was an irredeemable sin.
So Hana gritted her teeth.
For Miles.
For the man she loved.
She had to endure.
But Yang Taegum's cruelty tested her resolve.
He force-fed her gallons of semen until she burped up the taste.
He stuffed vibrators into her panties, tormenting her pussy throughout her shifts.
Once, she came so hard she nearly got caught by a junior coworker.
And worst of all—
When he shoved his Ultra Cock down her throat, threatening to upload the video if she resisted...
She truly thought she would die.
His dick pressed past her tongue, past her uvula, deep enough to brush her stomach.
Gagging.
Choking.
Tears streaming as oxygen fled her lungs.
Pounding his thighs did nothing.
Her vision darkened.
She blacked out from the shock, waking to a break room reeking of cum and her own urine.
Cleaning up was a nightmare.
When someone almost walked in, she barely managed to stall.
No one would suspect sexual acts in an employee lounge.
No one could.
"Glug... glug..."
Even now, submerged in the bath, she imagined semen bubbling inside her stomach.
Would her burps still smell of that thick, pungent load?
The thought was absurd.
She wanted to give up.
Why me?
It hurt.
It was terrifying.
She'd nearly choked to death on a man's dick—not a monster's fangs, but this.
How pathetic.
Yet...
—She thought of Miles.
Stubborn, clueless, straightforward, kind-hearted Miles.
The man she loved most in this world.
Somehow, that gave her strength.
SMACK!
She slapped her cheeks hard, snapping herself back to reality.
"Hang in there, Hana! You can do this! Endure! Just endure! Come on! Come on! Come on!"
...Another day passed for Hana.