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Sung Jingwoo wasn’t a person of romance.
Even before he was evaluated as an E-rank and renamed the weakest hunter in the world, he had other priorities in his hand, such as his sister and his mom’s medical bills. He was more concerned about what they’d eat tomorrow rather than that.
He isn’t dumb though. He isn’t the best in terms of reading other people's emotions, but he knows whether someone is interested in him — romantically or not. He just simply doesn't care enough to acknowledge it if it's unimportant.
One example he can state is when he worked as a miner to see how A-rank dungeons worked, or rather, during it, when an eccentric S-ranked woman in the Hunter's Guild named Chae Hae-in with a sensitive nose to Hunters, implying directly that she hated the scent, thus the infamous handkerchief the Hunters say she always brings during raids.
…With no sense of goddamn shame, sniffed him.
He isn’t sure if the famous woman has a sense of something called social embarrassment or just regular etiquette in general, and yes, he did pretend not to care and stood there aloof, but seriously, he was struck.
She did later say that it was only because Hunters had a certain smell to them that made them abhorrent — of course, he didn’t know the reason why. In paper, obviously, he was a Hunter, but in the system, he was a player. But her reasoning didn’t make anything better. At all.
“Do you just… randomly smell people?” He asked in a rather joking manner in a serious tone. Noticing his reply, she stood back on her toes, snapping herself back to reality as she flushed in embarrassment. Good to know she has one.
She adjusted her jacket, “Ah— I’m sorry. It’s just really interesting to me. What class are you?”
In his ID, he was an assassin type, but during his job change quest, he was technically a mix of a mage-type and the assassin type, seeing that he could do both. Of course he won’t tell her, he didn’t even tell his sister yet, “Assassin. Why?”
She frowned for a bit, “They usually smell the worst.”
Cha Hae-in noticed a strong aura in someone who intentionally concealed it, but she just couldn't figure out who it was, “Are you an E-rank?” she finally checked his ID that he pulled out.
“Yes.”
She nods before walking off. Maybe that was why. Although…
From the corner of her eye, she thought she just saw a powerful dagger.
The next day, he was working as a porter.
As for his usual luck, it just really had to be a gate where it was lying about the rank. A-rank. What a pain. After the sniffer woman Hae-in and the others came in, shocked by their reaction, they made a deal with the raid team not to reveal anything about him.
Atleast he has a new soldier now.
Before he left, he was approached by the blonde woman again, running towards him in her pink cap and casual clothing. She gave him a business card before he held it.
“What’s this?”
“I know you’re not E-rank. I just saw you with a dagger. Was that you with that aura yesterday?” She asked before she explained the number on the card with the fancy fonts and texture of the card.
“Figures.” Damn it. What was he supposed to even say to the experienced S-ranked Hunter in the whole country? Thank you for noticing my strength? You’re not as dumb as I thought? “I worked as a miner yesterday, if you remember me.”
“Of course I did. Woo Jinchul even knew you before this. I was interested.” Obviously. If she’d sniffed him like that , it was probably hard to forget someone.
He still frowned at the card given in his hand.
“That’s an invitation to one of my raids. If you acted as a miner or risked yourself as a porter knowing that people around you think you’re an E-rank, you must want to see how the experienced work around in raids. At least, that’s what I think. If you were reawakened—”
“When?” he immediately took it.
He noticed the little happiness on her face, “Great. Tomorrow, we’ll go on a A-ranked dungeon just around the outskirts of Seoul.” He flinched as she suddenly grabbed his hand and tightening around it,
“You don’t look experienced. I don’t know how long you’ve been working as a E-rank, but anyone with experience above or C-rank would have old calluses and roughness around their hands.”
She suddenly let go, and he felt sweat swarm around his palms. Was he intimidated or was it just a natural reaction from his body? She squeezed his hand so tight he felt like it was about to break just under her .
“Whose gonna be there as well?”
“Just the two of us.” He frowned. A-ranked dungeon needs a whole team, much less just one experienced S-ranked hunter.
“Is that even allowed…?”
“You tell me, you cleared the boss of an A-ranked dungeon by yourself. If anything goes wrong my superiors will be behind me and they’ll know if something goes wrong. The number behind the card is my number. I’ll text you the details of when and where later.”
One raid with Sung Jin-woo later, she found the importance of a team.
Not found. But she greatly appreciated it more than ever. A medium-sized slice around her thigh means nothing to her compared to what she’s been through, but she’s been used to having it being healed immediately that she appreciated it even more.
Not only slices and blood, but debuffs.
The worst fucking debuff of all time. She never had it until now, since she always had a healer to remove it. But goddamn if there were any healers around. It was just the two of them.
After Jinwoo defeated the boss using his shadow army or whatever it is that was literally a mage-type magic, she began to wonder even more. Did he lie about being an assassin or was he just reawakened as a mage? Or was he just really a mage and he just somehow labelled as an assassin-type and lied for whatever reason? Her superiors are definitely right about him being interesting enough to investigate, not to mention his details are locked for an “E-ranked” person.
After the portal was closing up, she managed to walk with a bandage around her thigh, courtesy of him placing it and explaining that he always had first aid around his pockets if anything ever happened.
Perhaps she could have asked the people outside the gate to heal her of any debuffs, but she couldn’t let her do so. Especially when she wanted to be seen as someone… strong. It was humiliating enough for her to be bandaged by Jinwoo, much less from the people she actually knows that were outside the gate..
“Did everything go well? Do you need anything?”
As her mouth gaped, screaming to herself, Yes, please remove me of this annoying debuff I’ve never had until now! She closed it and nodded to the person, indicating everything was alright. She can deal with it. She can deal with it. She can deal with it herself.
Jinwoo frowned at her, suspicious of her. He don’t know what happened to her, but it was none of his business. He came here for a reason, and that was just to learn her technique. It was good, he can notice the experience difference from someone who has been doing this for years.
“Do you want me to drive you home?” he offered as he lingered around her uneasiness. Exhaling a breath when she noticed his offer, she gaped and nodded. Walking awkwardly in his car, she insisted she sits at the back instead.
Giving him directions to her house, which she doesn't know why she’s doing so — she knows he’s driving around her house, and yet, it feels… Oddly intimately weird when she trusts a man enough to do so. So much so when she gasped as she rubbed her legs together.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Shit. She screamed internally as the aprodasiac kicked in even harder causing her to hold her breath, reminding her that there was someone in this car and not her bedroom, holding back her hands just to fucking touch herself. She closed her legs more, not making the situation any better as she felt that area just getting hotter, begging for a morsel of attention.
He looked at the rearview mirror, “Is everything alright?”
She breathed in, “How much until we get there?”
Jinwoo checked his GPS in his phone, “Around and hour or two. We drove around the outskirts of Seoul, after all. Will take a while. Did something happen? Do you need something?”
Again with this question, “N-no… no. I’m good.”
He looked suspiciously before heading back his attention to the road. Two hours? It’d been twenty minutes and she felt like fucking dying of heat despite the air conditioning being on. Heaving her breathing, and concentrating on something, anything, she uncomfortably crossed her legs and bit her lips.
Oh god. The minutes felt like hours as she tried so hard to focus on the road. Just the feeling of someone touching her, placing their warm fingers insi—
No. no. She flushed herself of her thoughts, ridding herself as she shook her head at the absolute filthy thoughts of someone ravishing her. That was just the drug making her mind go fuzzy. Making her feel like a fucking whore, making her think that she desperately wanted someone to eat her out right here—
This can’t be happening.
Especially when you’re stuck with the hottest man you’ve ever seen, especially when he doesn't smell anything at all. Especially when she notices the rearview mirror of his sweat dropping from his face from earliest raid — the way she wanted to lick it and feel his—
Oh no.
There is no way she is thinking of something like that right now. Her pride wouldn't let her. No way. Not when she gone through the effort of refusing help from a healer. Not now. Not when she notices her pants have a dark, wet stain, and she just fucking barely held a gasp as it made her seat much stickier.
“H-how many hours until we get there?”
“Around thirty minutes more. You need to pee? There's a gas station near us.”
She needs to pee in a different way, yes. When he ruffles his hair, she almost gasps when his shirt moves slightly to reveal his muscles when he scratches his hair. He sighed roughly, his fucking voice turns her on and that was her fucking breaking point. There is no goddamn way she could just get off herself and it would be enough. She would give anything right now to distance herself from him.
“N-no. Drive ahead.” she laughed awkwardly as she removed her jacket, feeling too hot. She tied the jacket around her waist to barely hide her wet spot. She felt sweat drip off her body and face as she stared at the ceiling of the car in short breaths.
As she was about to give in and touch herself, she didn’t even notice he stopped the car in front of her house.
“We’re here.” he announced, opening the door to go outside to open hers. She yelled, “N-no, that isn’t necessary, I’ll open the door myself.” she awkwardly slid her sticky ass at the other side of the car and praying that it would dry off before he’d notice anything. She opened the car door slowly and then rushed to open the door to her house, not even noticing where Jinwoo even went.
As she shut the door in a shaky hurry, she slid her body off the door and sat down, breathing heavily as she groaned in what seemed to be like pain. Stilling herself, she heard three knocks from the outside, and she felt like taking a knife and stabbing herself.
“Are you okay?” Jinwoo noticed her presence near the door and her laboured breathing. Hae-in felt paralyzed, not replying to his question.
She breathed in and answered honestly, “No. I’m not.”
“Can I open the door?” he asked, noticing it was still unlocked from the outside. She stood up weakly, before opening the door herself. She didn’t even notice the extreme height difference until now.
“So,” he crossed his arms, “What's actually going on? You’re acting weird earlier.”
God, she wanted to pull her hair out right now. She tried to answer, but she just left her mouth open, staring off to the side in pure shame as she walked to her living room as he followed. As she sat down, he stood in front of her, still.
“I—” she looked at her side, “Can you… have sex with me?”
He choked on his own spit right on the spot at her sheer bluntness,
“What—? I-I… What?” he just stared at her as his face burns with confusion, surprise, and flushed all at once as she stood up and moved closer to him, her head down.
“I— I got hit with an aphrodisiac. Earlier.” she says in a mumbled stutter, “I refused to treat it because… I don’t know, okay?!” she yells now, breathing loudly, “It’s just sex, okay? Think of it as a favour. I’ll forget about it and I hope you do so right now. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“Do you like me?” He met her yesterday, fucking yesterday. And somehow that got him in this situation. Like he said, he isn’t that dense dense. He knows when someone likes him. But asking him sex directly is a whole nother level of straightforwardness.
He just stared at her as she rambled on, “No— like I just said— you know what? if you don’t want to, it’s okay— alright. Just— get out of my house.”
When he didn’t answer, just freezed at his spot silently, she sighed and moved away from his face, and walked away. Before she could even process it, he turned around and pulled her face in front of him and kissed her. Her eyes widening, she pulled him closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to reach him.
They fell onto a couch, her on top of him as she deepened the kiss even further. As she inserted a tongue, he jerked as he so deliciously held on her waist, feeling it. She held his hair and ruffled it as she twisted and turned her lips against his as she heard his breath clearly as they seperated.
He placed his head onto her shoulder, whispering in her ear that gave her goosebumps, “Alright. I’ll help you. Just as long as you return the favour later.” she felt her eyes rolling backwards as she felt a tug on her waist, which removed her restricting pants. He lingered his fingers into her panties, which was incredibly already fucking soaked as he rubbed in against the fabric.
Jesus Christ , he thinks. He barely even touched her and he can feel it drip and overflow against his hands. Is this what an aphrodisiac does to a body?
“Oh fuck — more.” she mumbled words of nothingness as she nibbled away at his ear, making him grunt as he slid his fingers under the fabric and teased her, entering a finger inside.
She moaned while making fucking bruises at his jaw and skin as she puts intense pressure against his crotch, producing a little whine from him. Returning the act, he moves his finger against her already wet entrance as she shamelessly humps his thighs in desperation. Adding a second finger, he curls it so deliciously that she could only kiss his wet lips.
“Bed. Now. ” she could only mutter as she felt him stand, taking her along with him as she messily tried to lead him to her bedroom while making out.
She threw him at the huge bed mattress against the headboard as he continuously scissored her insides, then inserting a third finger.
He cupped her breasts, earning him a kiss against the jaw as he almost ripped her shirt out as he removed it. Unclipping her bra slowly, he can only watch impatiently as the tent in his pants only becomes more tighter. Playing at her nipples, he twisted one of her buds as he watched as she writhed below him, clinging desperately at his chest, his shirt long gone.
“Fucking hell — just eat me out already!” she screamed as he pinched her clit, feeling her breaking point as she felt her orgasm tighten, bursting as her eyes rolled backwards at her head. She breathes heavily as she rides out her orgasm by humping against his fingers.
His fingers, god. His long, soft hands felt rough as it violated her walls, making her fucking scream herself to the next neighborhood. He could only do something before gently smirking, bringing the S-rank hunter on her knees. He pulled out, and she wide-eyedingly as she saw his fingers separate, little strings falling deliciously at the crevices of his fingers.
“Do you wanna stop here?”
She moaned, “No, no, no — please continue—” she gasped as she felt laying down on the other end of the bed, bare naked, as he lowers his head towards her milky, yet muscular thighs.
“Open wider.” he said like a command, which was so sexy she did so quickly as she widens her legs just for him. Her toes curl when he flattens his tongue at her opening. She moaned so loudly that he shoved his fingers against her mouth.
“Do you want to be heard by the entire neighbourhood?” She wished he’d asked this question sooner. It was more like an, Do you want the entire neighborhood know that someone was fucking the S-ranked Hunter so good she screamed her heart out? Her lust-filled mind wanted to do so.
He removed his fingers from her mouth and she whined at the lack of warmth. Before she can open a complaint, he lapped his mouth around her walls, making her weak as her body instinct made her close her legs immediately. Fortunately enough for her, his strength forced opened it again, making her gasp.
“I’m going to have to make it open. You’re gonna choke me.” he said bluntly as he separated himself from her. As she whined in protest, he sucked at her clit, his hair tickling every sense onto her mind. She covered her mouth, but it was no use as she mumbled incoherently. Feeling another tug inside of her, she knew she’d orgasm any second now.
“Gonna come… gonna—” she warned him as he lapped faster now, riding her second high once again as he tasted her, drinking it all in as she just watched.
Finally separating himself from her legs, he pulled himself onto her face again and kissed the desperate, wanton lips dropping from her sweat-ridden face. He thought she just looked more enticing, ruined just from him.
Just for him, she flipped their positions, her under him at the headboard as he sucked at her breasts, giving attention to each mound as his attention was focused at which pleasures her the most.
“Hah… ” she moaned, “—enough of the fucking foreplay. Need you inside. Please. Now.” she begged as he placed hickeys all over her shoulder, wondering how she’s gonna hide that during her work — then remembering she has a uniform on, anyways. He paused, even when dominating in bed, he was still shy at her request, which made her chuckle a bit.
“Can I be on top?” she asked. With no words, he placed her on his lap again.
As she removed his boxer, she could only stare at it as he was seemingly flushed despite the fact that he ravaged her earlier. He was huge— maybe larger than average, as she tugged on it, she could hear him grunt loudly as she moved her hands up and down at his cock. Seeing beads of pre-cum glaze on his tip, she pressed hard on it as he closed his eyes.
It took a lot of willpower for him not to come right there. As she shyingly teased her clit against his tip, she licked the sweat off his shoulders and bit through his hard muscled collarbone. He whined, gripping her ass so sweetingly rough it might bruise. When she tried to enter herself into him, he stopped her there for a second.
“Spit.” he said as he offered a hand. Confused but still obeyed, she spitted on his hand. The gooey saliva runs through his hand, he spreads it around his cock, acting as lubrication. She just watched, her cheeks burning as she saw her saliva being used in such a way.
Guiding herself towards his tip, she lowers herself slowly, not being stretched that wide before. Holding her waist for encouragement, she quickly plunges herself to his cock all in one go as both of them moan loudly at the same time.
“You okay?” he asked, she nodded, only staring at his lust-filled eyes and sweat that trickled beautifully all around.
Starting slowly, she bounces on his cock slowly before taking in the speed. The stretch. It hurted too fucking much but it felt good. It was like her hymen breaking again when she slowly felt every fucking vein on his cock. Grunting loudly, he can only do so much as to stare at her. She paces up the speed, ruins his hair more as she pulled it away — kisses him again, tongue inserted as she bounced, balls deep inside.
“You’re big— waitt..!”
He changed the position, letting her lay down as he held her thighs wide open, him controlling the speed instead. His speed went unbelievingly fast as he watched her moan, grunt, spasm, feeling every single texture of her inside of him. Unintelligible curses only fulfilled her dazed mind as he bottomed out like no tomorrow. Once he changed his angle, she held out a scream as he placed his fingers inside of her mouth to shut her up.
She mumbled, crying, “Shit — touch me, do something!” she could only say as she felt another orgasm bubble around her. He groaned as he left sore hickeys around her stomach. He can feel it— he was about to come.
As they came together, she can feel his cock pumping loads of semen, emptying inside of her, filling her up in places. Cha Hae-in had never felt so full before— so filled. His last thought was to kiss her again as he pulled out. She felt his cum dripping outside, completely ravishing her of any thought whatsoever than to keep it inside.
It felt like he could see stars at the back of his head as he pulled out. He collapsed beside her. It was funny. Despite the multiple, near-death battles he did in his quests, this was the most passion he’s ever done doing something so exhausting.
When her mind cleared herself, she could only do laboured breathing as Cha Hae-in lay flat against the pillows beside him. She can feel herself cool down, the aphrodisiac wearing off as her fatigue caught up.
It only came to Jinwoo the realisation.
“Shit.” he stared at her again, “I came inside of you. Fuck.”
Hae-in snapped back to reality as she put herself up against the blankets, before collapsing again against the pillows, “Is okay… I’m gonna take the pill.” she said in a broken Korean, her eyes shutting.
“Did I help you at least?”
She opened her eyes and laughed at his seriousness, “Yes. Thank you.” she turned her head to his own.
“This… won’t be awkward in the future, won’t it?” he turned his head away from her, his boxers already on.
She rolled her eyes, “Come on now. It’s just sex. No feelings attached.”
“So… are we — friends now? You asked me a favour. It would be unwise if I wouldn't be in touch with you if I would claim it back.”
“Of course. You have my number, right? Do whatever or something. Besides, I feel like this isn’t the last time we’ll see each other. Think of it as… a one-night stand.”
“A one-night stand assumes you won’t be seeing me after this, which we both know isn’t true since we work in the same field.” he frowns, grabbing his phone that was placed messily against the nightstand, opening it from a distance.
She sighed as she faced herself back against him.
She felt his weight removed from the bed as she stood up and went to the bathroom beside her room, “I’m going to take a bath.”
A really long, long bath, to think about what the hell just happened. Inside his head, he knows sometime in the future, it’ll chase him back and he’ll regret everything that just happened between them that night.
As cold water sizzled against his body, he wanted to think of nothing right now.
He stared one last time at a naked Hae-in his her bed, before opening the door to exit her bedroom, revving up the engine of his car as he drove it against the distance. Walking towards his apartment, trying to keep a blank face and mind.
Unlocking the door, seeing Jinah wide awake at the living room, textbook in her hand.
She tilted her head at him, “You came home late.”
Right. The raid was over several hours ago, he should have been home several hours ago, “Why are you awake?”
“‘M doing studying—” she explained, trying to stay awake, “I could ask you the same. Did something happen?”
“Nothing much.” he lied as he placed his shoes and backpack against the door, rushing himself to his bedroom to lay down on his bed. He placed his head against the pillows, groaning.
Yes something did happen. He just fucked Cha Hae-in, Korea’s famous S-ranked model Hunter.