Real Combat Right After the Tutorial Teaser (3)
What the hell was this?
What the hell had this turned into? Me—Choi Eunho, an S-class hunter—was giving a handjob to some nameless D-class scrub?
Rub, rub.
Fuck, no, that wasn’t right. Just because I knew his name, just because his rank was high, didn’t make this okay. None of it was okay. None of this should be happening.
Rub, rub.
I was saving a life. I was saving a life. I just didn’t want to watch someone die in front of me. This was just CPR. Mouth-to-mouth.
Rub, rub.
Damn it.
He should’ve just died.
It would’ve been cleaner if I’d found him later, after he’d already gone beast and I could’ve put him down, said a prayer, and walked away. Why did he have to cling to life just enough for me to end up doing this?
Rub, rub.
When had I ever been that good a person?
Could I quit now? I’d done enough, hadn’t I? Sure, my head had gone to shit because of my instincts, but I’d already sucked him off once. If one round wasn’t enough, maybe he was just fated to die in the first place.
Rub, rub.
Why the fuck was it so big, anyway?
Even with half the beastification stripped away, it was still this size. I’d thought mine was plenty big, too.
Ha. Fuck. I was even thinking about that now.
Rub, rub.
Fuck—when the hell are you going to cum?!
But Juhyuk was losing his mind just as badly.
Was this foreplay or not? Was this a handjob or not?
She was literally just wrapping a hand around him and shaking it back and forth.
She looked so unwilling to touch him that she wasn’t even putting any strength into it.
She’s cute, and the situation is filthy, so I got hard... but still.
He was hard, yes. His cock stood rigid, excited by the sight of a woman who seemed to be touching him for the first time in her life.
But this wasn’t going anywhere. This wasn’t a handjob; it was just messing around with his dick.
He wanted to cum, but he couldn’t. It felt like he was right on the edge, and yet nowhere near it at the same time.
And from her expression, she didn’t even seem as eager as she had a moment ago.
Then why was she giving him a handjob at all?
Juhyuk slowly, coldly, forced himself to understand what was really happening.
The arousal that had been coming from the situation began to cool under her awkward touch. A moment ago he had been drunk on the thrill of being pleasured by a woman in heat, carried along by the haze of his own senses—but as the silence stretched and the atmosphere grew more and more awkward, his mind slowly settled.
This wasn’t a dream.
His body still wouldn’t move, but...
He’d thought it was a dream. This wasn’t a dream.
He didn’t know why.
But the woman in front of him was trying to make him cum.
Would that hurt him? He didn’t know. But looking at how clear his mind felt after cumming... it didn’t seem like it.
That was a leap, maybe, but Juhyuk decided the woman in front of him wasn’t his enemy.
No—he wanted to believe she wasn’t.
He wanted her to be a good person. He wanted her to be on his side.
He didn’t have any other choice anyway.
And, well... there was something about the woman who had just sucked his dick that made him feel attached to her.
...And she’s pretty.
Half coldly, half with the ridiculous fog of a crush over his eyes, Juhyuk tried to make sense of the situation.
He looked over his own body through the narrow field of vision he had been given.
Come to think of it, something was different.
Earlier, he had definitely been able to see the long fur covering his face.
But now he couldn’t see any fur at all.
That alone didn’t tell him much, of course.
Even the room had felt... tiny before. Now it looked like a normal room, as if he himself had shrunk.
...No way.
No way.
He couldn’t believe he was even thinking it, but he clung to that single thread of hope and reached a conclusion.
If I cum... does this get better? The beastification? Can I go back to normal?
What an absurd thought.
If something as ridiculous as that could cure beastification...
No, wait. On the contrary, it was the kind of method nobody in their right mind would ever think of.
What kind of lunatic would ever decide to make a beast-turned hunter cum?
But if, by some bizarre coincidence, the woman in front of him knew that.
If she was doing this to cure him...
There were still a lot of things that didn’t make sense, but if that was the case—
Well, that’s a problem. I get what you’re trying to do, but this isn’t going to work.
He shoved aside the questions about her strange dual personality for the moment.
As things stood, he couldn’t cum. It felt good, but that was as far as it went.
She looked like she was reaching the limit of her patience, too.
If she gave up now, they were screwed. If she abandoned him here, he’d still die in the end.
So if he could do it himself...
If he could just move...
...Huh?
His vision moved.
It didn’t feel like Juhyuk himself had moved. It felt more like he was controlling a robot, like moving something mechanical through code rather than moving his own body.
Even as he watched his own hand move in his field of vision, he still couldn’t understand what was happening.
But one thing he could see clearly.
His own two hands, inside that narrow field of vision.
They were reaching for the woman’s head.
And then...
“Mmph—! W-wait, ngh?!”
What the—fuck?
“Kek, kehck, kuh.”
The bastard who’d been lying there like a corpse.
He’d suddenly moved.
He grabbed my head and dragged it down to his dick.
“Shit, what are you—mmph, ngh, ahk. Chup, chuuup, kehk.”
He shoved his cock into my mouth.
Damn bastard. Fuck. Fuck!
I couldn’t make sense of any of it.
And there was no way I should be getting dragged around like this.
From my point of view, his strength was like that of a kindergartner standing in front of an adult. No, worse. He was basically a bug.
If I put even a little force into it because I didn’t want to move, he would never be able to drag me anywhere.
If I even slightly clenched my mouth, his cock would be severed on the spot.
If I swung my arm even a little and hit his leg, I’d shatter it.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t get any strength out.
Mmph, ngh.
M-my throat hurt.
No? It didn’t hurt. That wasn’t what this was...
Inside my mouth, where I could only hear the sound of my throat being blocked, saliva began to spill and make wet, obscene noises.
Chuuup, chup, smack, ngh, oohk, ugh, kehk, chuurup.
He was moving on his own.
Using his hips, his hands—moving my head like I was a toy.
Like a Fleshlight. A masturbation toy. Something to jack off with. Something less than an object.
He was treating me like an object.
You fucking bastard.
I’m going to kill you.
If you live through this, I’m going to kill you anyway.
If you’d just stayed still like a good little victim, I might have saved you.
And now you’re doing this?
Fuck! Fuck!
I clenched my hand.
Nothing.
I forced my mouth.
Nothing.
I tried to move my head.
Nothing.
No.
Why?
I couldn’t get any strength into it.
Why the hell not?
“Chup, chuuup, kehk, huhh, chuurup, khk♡”
No.
This can’t be happening.
I’m not that kind of person.
And yet I was being toyed with like this.
Forced.
My mouth was being violated by force.
I was being treated like a tool against my will, and the only thing I could do was glare up at the bastard using me like some kind of sex toy?
How was that fair?
This was wrong. Something was wrong here!
There was no way something like this could feel good... ♡
Gush.
Something wet spilled out.
From the lower half of me that had already dried out.
Wetness.
Proof I didn’t want to admit existed.
Proof of arousal.
Proof of pleasure.
My right hand, before I knew it, was no longer braced against his leg in an attempt to shove him away.
It had slipped inside my pants.
No.
Not me.
Instinct.
He’d come back.
This wasn’t my will.
No way.
“Kehk. Khk... chuurup, chuurup... ah... ♡”
He was the one stopping me.
Stopping my resistance.
That was all.
He kept going, as if he’d vanished, as if he’d never been there, quietly and silently taking control of me again.
Of course.
Tell me to come.
Tell me with that disgustingly cheerful smile you always wear.
His cock stabbed into my throat.
My tongue welcomed it, licked it.
His cock slid out of my throat.
My tongue licked at the retreating shaft, as if calling it back.
My throat tightened, loosened, tightened again.
He controlled my whole mouth so I could feel as good as possible.
No.
No.
No!
No...
It’s wrong...
I could feel it.
His cock felt bigger.
My excitement was at its peak.
It felt like I might cum at any second.
The violent thrusting of his cock.
Blurtt—!!
He came.
Last time, I’d lost control and couldn’t hold it in.
But this time, his hands wouldn’t let my head escape.
Blurtt, blurrrt, squelch, squelch.
“....!! ...!”
Ugh, ngh, kkh, ngh, ehk...
It was thick.
Heavy.
Weighty.
I couldn’t breathe.
I couldn’t push it back out with my tongue.
His cock was still packed all the way down my throat.
I couldn’t even swallow properly, because his cock was still filling my throat.
I can’t... breathe.
This is awful.
Awful? I’m in pain?
It’s not like I can’t just hold my breath.
That much is covered by my Blessing...
No, but still.
Still...
It hurts.
No, wait. This is...
Is this really pain?
Swallow it already.
Get this disgusting fluid out of my throat.
Breathe.
Move. Move. Move. Move.
Ah.
I don’t know.
My head is going hazy...
“H-hey. Are you okay?! Hey!”
Uh.
Uh-heh?
His last release.
The final shot.
After he’d buried himself deep in the woman’s throat and pulsed himself empty into the back of it, Kang Juhyuk was only then able to reclaim his body.
The fog in his mind cleared completely, his enormous body returned to its original size, and the fur that had been sprouting all over him disappeared as if it had never been there.
“It’s... gone. It’s gone!”
It could only be called a miracle.
The curse piled up inside his body had been hurled out with the ejaculation itself.
And the woman who had been swallowing his cock was now staring blankly, almost fainted, unable to gather her wits after taking in all of that curse at once.
“Huh!”
He quickly laid her properly on the floor after she collapsed, then stepped back two paces.
Just moments ago, she had been toying with him like a sex slave, treating him like a toy—but Kang Juhyuk no longer saw her as a sexual object.
She was his savior. The one who had saved his life.
The one who had thrown away her own chastity to save someone else, probably.
She had come at him a little aggressively at first... but still.
“Th-thank you so much!!”
He dropped flat to the floor and bowed deeply.
How could he ever repay this kindness?
No matter what state she was in, Kang Juhyuk had no choice but to thank her first.
But there was no response.
Slowly, he lifted his head.
The woman was still just staring at the ceiling.
Blankly. She still hadn’t come to.
No way. Did I push her too hard just now?
Whether from swallowing the curse or from being unable to breathe, it was obvious that something was wrong with her.
Juhyuk hurried back over and patted her shoulder.
“H-hey. Are you okay?! Hey!”
Her focus was gone. She couldn’t seem to come back to herself.
His head went light with anxiety.
If she didn’t wake up, he had no idea how things would go.
There were still beasts outside. He couldn’t fight his way through them.
He’d only end up beast-turned again, and if that happened, this woman—defenseless as she was—would...
Maybe he’d have to kill himself before it came to that.
“Hey.”
But fortunately, she seemed to come to.
In response to Juhyuk’s voice, her eyes sharpened, and then she said with a face twisted with fury,
“You’re dead.”
And then she sprang up and seized him by the collar.
Juhyuk’s feet left the floor.
Just like that.
She had lifted him one-handed, as if it were nothing.
Death.
In that instant, Juhyuk felt death.
The fingertips of her hand. The force with which she lifted him.
This wasn’t human strength.
It wasn’t something he could fight.
The moment she truly decided to do it, she could have thrown him to the ground and reduced him to dust.
An instinctive conclusion.
Cold sweat broke out as his life flashed before his eyes.
His body sent a signal of imminent danger.
As quickly as he could, Juhyuk offered up the best possible survival strategy.
“I-I’m really sorry, Nuna—!! Thanks to you, I’m alive!!”
The problem was that the only thing he could do was beg.