The Real Fight After the Tutorial Preview (7)
Leaving that worthless bastard behind, I walked deeper into the alley with what little steadiness I could manage. He was still watching me from behind, so I kept my stride as normal as possible.
Deeper. Even deeper.
“Haa. Hah, ahn... haa.”
The farther I got from him, the less he could see me, and the more my walk began to fall apart. Little by little, I started limping.
Even the friction of my own legs moving was enough to light my nerves on fire.
Fuck. These pants were way too clingy. Just brushing against them made me itch. They were slippery. Wetness was running.
Slap, slap, slap.
Haa. Hnngh. Huf. Ahh, haa.
Now there was no one left watching me.
I was alone.
There was nothing to hold back for. No reason to endure.
The moment that thought hit me, the heat surged even higher. My lower belly grew hotter. My breathing turned rougher.
And the first thing that came to mind was this:
Masturbation.
No.
That wasn’t why I came here.
That wasn’t an excuse, either...
I really had come to fight.
I’d come to kill the beast.
I’d come so I could forget everything while I was fighting...
To take the edge off my stress...?
But there wasn’t anything here.
No beast anywhere I looked.
Because I had cleaned the main road too thoroughly.
Damn it. Had I been too diligent yesterday?
Or was that fight yesterday really just because I wanted to forget about masturbating?
I was confused.
I couldn’t even say with confidence that it wasn’t true.
I didn’t know.
I was too dizzy to think rationally.
My breathing was burning up.
Those beasts I wanted to tear apart.
Where were they? Where were they?
God fucking—
Why do they never show themselves when I need them?
If this keeps up... if this keeps up...
“If this keeps up... haa, there’s nothing I can do about it, right?”
This couldn’t be helped.
It was this body’s fault. Not mine.
Anyone whose body was transformed by the Blessing would end up just like me.
Anyone would go crazy in a few hours.
It was only because it was me that I was still sane.
I just had to come once, then go right back and dismantle the gate.
So I was still fine.
Thud.
Before I knew it, I’d sunk down onto the pavement.
I yanked my pants off in a hurry, nearly tearing them in my rush.
That wouldn’t do. I’d have to put them back on later.
I lay down on the brick road and immediately spread my legs.
Looking down, I saw my clit had risen grotesquely high.
That was what had been rubbing against my spandex pants all this time, getting more and more stimulated with every step.
Honestly. That was the problem. Did it want to be touched that badly? How shameless.
It was almost as if my clit belonged to someone else, not my own body.
As if I were looking down at it not as myself, but through the eyes of my original body—my male self.
Muttering that to myself, I reached out.
Because of the dampness, because of the heat, it felt like steam was rising between my thighs.
Ah. Ahh.
Yeah. This was enough.
Slide.
“Uuuuuunngh—!!”
A crackling current shot through me.
Just one finger touching me, and a bolt of pleasure ran from my clit all the way up my spine.
The sensation hit my head like a hammer, and my whole body convulsed.
Ahh.
This...
This was it...
Pleasure that smashed straight into my brain.
Maybe because I’d held back for so long.
My body reacted in an instant. In a single instant.
“Hiiik, ngh, hnghh—♡”
Too sensitive.
Way too sensitive.
That’s insane. This is weird. I can’t take this. I really, really can’t—!
Fshk—!
No, no way.
I’d only touched it once.
Just once.
Did I... come?
Already?
Ah, no, wait.
I’d barely even gotten to enjoy it...
Was it already over...?
“...Hah.”
Swallow.
One more time.
This one doesn’t count.
I’d only rubbed a single finger over it.
My body had become too sensitive. Like a cock that had been holding back for too long, one little tap and it would blow its load.
This wasn’t masturbation or anything of the sort. It was just excretion. I’d peed, that was all.
So one more time.
Just one last time.
“Huff... huff, ahn♡”
I slid my finger inside my labia.
The stimulation from my clit burst like something that had already exploded once and still refused to settle down.
The pleasure that rose up didn’t sink, even after boiling over like water in a pot.
It caught fire. It wouldn’t cool. The heat just kept going.
The first burst from my clit, once through my labia, once at the vaginal opening.
One time from pushing my finger in.
Once more from scraping along the folds inside.
It was a chain reaction.
A chain of explosions.
The temperature kept climbing.
The heat kept climbing.
The pleasure kept multiplying, stronger and stronger, as if squared with every pass.
Next. Next. Next. Next.
“Not yet, just... just one more time...♡”
For some reason, satisfaction wasn’t really coming.
It felt good. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough to ease anything.
My head should have been cooling down, but instead it was getting dumber and dumber.
This was strange. When you came, weren’t you supposed to stop doing this stupid shit?
Was that just how women were? Did they keep going? No, that couldn’t be right.
It might last a while, but it should still taper off. An orgasm had to end somewhere.
And yet this body seemed to have no mechanism at all for calming it down.
My brain had no intention of stopping.
Was it because I wasn’t tired?
Because of the Blessing.
My body wasn’t getting exhausted.
There was no need to stop.
Because my brain didn’t feel even the slightest threat to my life?
Yeah.
So what?
Even if it took a little longer.
I wasn’t going to die anyway.
I wouldn’t get tired, and starvation didn’t matter either.
So doing it a little more would be fine...
“Grrrrrr...!!”
Ah.
What was that?
What was that sound?
I didn’t stop moving my finger, but I turned my head toward the direction it had come from.
What was it again?
A beast.
A beast?
A huge beast.
It had found me.
Me, lying in the middle of the alley like an idiot, my head completely empty.
It licked its chops, baring its teeth at the sight of fresh meat.
Bad timing.
I wasn’t done yet.
I still needed to come harder, to get fully back to my senses.
That pathetic insect was in the way.
It came closer. It reached both hands out toward me.
I lazily slapped them away.
That alone should have shredded my hand...
Should have shredded it.
Thud.
“Huh?”
My hand bounced back.
Like some ordinary person punching a wall. Like someone striking stone.
It was ridiculous. With my strength, I should have been able to tear through stone and walls like paper.
But for some reason, my hand didn’t rip apart the beast’s hands. Instead, it rebounded weakly.
“...Huh?”
Why...?
The beast’s two hands kept coming.
I couldn’t stop them.
So slow. The beast wasn’t wary of me at all—it simply saw me as prey.
Its hands were coming straight for me.
I, ngh...♡
I should have gotten up and run, but I couldn’t even think about running.
My limp legs wouldn’t take any strength.
The beast’s outstretched hands.
I couldn’t look away from them.
And then that scene rose up naturally in my mind.
The memory I had to forget. The memory that should never have existed.
Two hands grabbing my head.
Pinning me down.
Keeping me from moving.
Keeping me from resisting.
And then shoving that disgusting thing into me.
Rocking my hips like I was a toy.
That liquid.
That sweet liquid, into my mouth—
“Haa, haa...♡”
I couldn’t shake the image.
Could this be PTSD...?
If it were, I’d probably have gone cold by now.
There wasn’t any fear.
Not a trace of terror over that helpless experience.
This... this was...
The corners of my mouth started to lift.
I couldn’t force them back down.
A smile. I was smiling.
That intoxicating pleasure.
The feeling of being connected to a man.
Ecstasy beyond anything I could reach with my own hand.
My mind felt soaked through, like it had been dosed with drugs.
H-hey. I can’t move.
There’s only one thought in my head now.
The thing I didn’t even want to say out loud.
And yet now it was the only word I could think of.
Cock.
Cock.
Cock.
Cock.
Cock.
Cock.
Cock.
Cock.
Cock.
Ah.
The beast was coming.
This wasn’t good.
I had to fight.
But I couldn’t move.
The Blessing wouldn’t obey me.
Ah, this is bad...
The beast wasn’t going to let me suck his cock...♡
“Hunter!”
In a flash, someone scooped me up.
With a dazed mind, I looked up.
A perfectly ordinary man was there, his face full of fear, running for his life from the beast pursuing us from behind.
Ah.
Kang Juhyuk...
I’d... forgotten.
.
“...She’s late.”
Kang Juhyuk sat on the main road, the only place that could still be called safe, waiting for the woman who had vanished into the alley.
The woman who had said she’d be back in no time still hadn’t returned, even after nearly an hour.
Honestly, he’d been wondering for a while whether he should go after her.
She’d told him not to follow, but she might have gotten into trouble.
...Though considering how strong she was, it was hard to imagine.
On the other hand, someone that strong had no reason to go into an alley and never come back for so long.
Had she left him behind?
Gotten annoyed and gone to dismantle the gate by herself?
That thought had crossed his mind too, briefly.
Lust: 95/100
Then the devil, kissing the eyelid of his right eye, had shown him a number.
At first, he couldn’t make sense of the stat, which looked like something out of an erotic game.
What on earth was it supposed to mean? Kang Juhyuk’s own lust...? That couldn’t be it, because he wasn’t even hard.
So what was that number supposed to be?
Lust: 71/100
Lust: 98/100
Lust: 83/100
And then the answer slowly became clear.
The number kept rising and falling—rising, then dropping, then rising again. There was a faint female moan coming from the alley, so faint he could barely hear it at first.
At first it sounded like she was trying to hold back, but as time went on, she stopped holding it in at all.
There was some distance between them, and yet he could still hear it.
To a Hunter like Kang Juhyuk, the sound was surprisingly distinct.
In other words, this was...
The Hunter’s lust level...
Tasteless.
Exactly the sort of gift a devil would give.
The lust level would shoot up fast, then dip for a second.
And then it would shoot up again.
In fact, from the very beginning of the morning, it had already been hovering near eighty.
As she kept walking, the number climbed and climbed, and when it neared ninety, the woman had grown restless and gone into the alley.
Not long after that, it dropped to sixty.
The problem was that it shot back up to ninety almost immediately.
Then, as time passed, it fell again—about sixty-five this time.
Then back up to ninety, down to seventy, back up to ninety.
Seventy-five. Eighty.
And by then, the amount it dropped had shrunk to only three or five points at a time.
That was it.
The woman—the Hunter—was in the alley, masturbating.
Of course. There wasn’t anyone there to have sex with, so of course she was masturbating.
Each time she came, the lust level dropped a little, but not nearly enough.
So she would start again. Come again. And because that still wasn’t enough, she’d start masturbating once more.
She was still in that alley, still going at it.
“This won’t do.”
He had planned to wait. To behave himself.
But the number showed no sign of decreasing. It dipped a little now and then, but shot right back up in an instant.
The woman’s body wasn’t normal. Anyone could tell from that number alone that this wasn’t a normal reaction.
At this rate, she’d just keep masturbating forever.
There was no question the devil had done something to her.
And if that was the case, then both of them needed to get out of the gate and find a solution as quickly as possible.
For now, he’d join her.
He had been trying to stay as sane as possible in front of other people, after all.
Even if the mood turned awkward, once he showed up in front of her, she’d at least snap back to her senses.
They didn’t have time to waste. They had to get out of this gate fast.
And... honestly, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he shouldn’t leave her alone.
So he quickened his steps, making a point of sounding like he was coming closer on purpose.
He even let his footsteps carry, so that if the woman heard him and got annoyed, she’d still have time to pretend nothing had happened.
“Hunter, Hunter. You’re taking a really long time, aren’t you? Hunter...?”
That was why he entered the alley, calling out on purpose.
And there, drawn in by the woman’s moans, a beast was just about to attack her.
The woman was sitting on the ground, waving her hands around like a spoiled child, but the beast didn’t care in the slightest. It only kept reaching for her.
Something was wrong.
Even though this was an opponent the woman should have been able to rip apart without effort, the beast was taking her resistance in stride.
Kang Juhyuk didn’t hesitate.
He sprinted forward, shoved the beast’s hands away with his whole body, and then immediately scooped up the half-naked woman who had been sitting on the ground with only her top on.
“Hh, eh...”
“Tch.”
Fighting was impossible. This wasn’t an opponent he could beat.
Kang Juhyuk immediately turned and ran.
He could hear the beast chasing after them.
But he couldn’t look back. Every second spent doing that was a second he could use to put more distance between them.
“Hee, heehee.”
The woman looped both arms around Kang Juhyuk’s neck.
Her laugh sounded almost exactly like the devil from the day before.
But something was different.
Even while she smiled with her eyes, her mouth said—
“You’re annoying.”
Honestly, he was dizzy.
Kang Juhyuk truly had no idea what he was supposed to do now.
For now, somewhere safe. For now, somewhere safe.