As if responding to that thought, Leonel stopped moving and pulled his hips back for a moment.
What is he doing?
The moment the question crossed my mind, the thing that had pulled back drove beneath my stomach all at once, plunging into the deepest spot.
“Ah, haaa—ng, ugh!!”
My hips moved on their own without my permission.
Even within this distant pain, my subconscious urged me to keep going.
I shifted my hips slightly to accept it deeper and deeper.
The Emperor also let out a low groan and accelerated the wet, squelching thrusts.
“Ha… Ian.”
“Your… ah, Your Majesty… ah, ng.”
He ducked his head inside my shirt, biting and teasing the bud that had ripened into a lovely pink color.
A wet, slick sensation continued above and below, as if plucking well-ripened fruit—and suddenly, Leonel stopped his hips.
A massive amount of wet warmth shot deep into my body.
“!!! Ha, ah…!!”
“Haa….”
A hot breath felt beneath my shirt.
My thoughts blurred along with the fullness inside my stomach.
Unable to even scream from the distant sensation, my vision began to blink into darkness at the same time.
Suddenly, it felt like I heard the ringing sound of a pop-up window.
The rampage seems to have calmed down… and the Emperor seems to have regained his senses, so wouldn’t it be fine to close my eyes for a bit now?
The moment the flow of my thoughts cut off, I slid into the darkness just like that.
Choi Doyoon’s consciousness—now referred to as Ian Luces—brought fragments of the past to the surface.
These memories belonged to Choi Doyoon, a second-year civil servant working at the Superpower Management Bureau.
While the real Ian Luces lay unconscious, exhausted from excessive guiding, this story was one summoned by his own collapsed subconscious.
Choi Doyoon, a second-year employee at the Superpower Management Bureau’s Superhuman Management Team.
He was the top graduate of the Business Administration department at Korea University, the youngest person to pass the Public Administration Exam, and the youngest employee at the Bureau.
All these flashy titles were used to refer to him.
But where there is light, there is shadow.
At 14, his father went missing due to a business failure, his mother divorced, and he was left with 1.3 billion won in debt.
Fortunately, his mother, who remarried a wealthy groom, paid off 300 million won out of lingering affection, but after that, all contact with his relatives was cut off.
It was a weight too heavy for a young middle school student to bear.
Although he naturally came to believe in the almighty power of money, he grew up upright in his own way.
He was a social novice who endured a workplace rampant with overtime—even after suffering the ordeal of a Gate Break occurring within 500 meters of the site where he had just finished his interview for a Grade 5 administrative position, all while keeping a resignation letter he would never submit in his pocket.
Although he had been forcibly assigned to a new department when the Superpower Management Bureau was established, he was quite satisfied with his work life.
He could experience the incredible, surreal world closer than anyone else, and he was in a position to build friendships with the strongest hunters in the country.
He had worked until now to earn money, but the environment where he could endlessly explore new phenomena stimulated Doyoon’s passion.
“Manager Choi, is the list of hunters dispatched to the A-class Gate tomorrow morning ready?”
“Oh, I’ll review it one more time and have it to you by tomorrow.”
Doyoon replied, adjusting his glasses.
The other person’s brow wrinkled faintly, as if displeased with the answer.
“No, wasn’t that already reviewed by Team Leader Park of the Superhuman Management Team? Why are you dragging your feet like that??”
At those words, Choi Doyoon’s brow also furrowed.
‘Bear it,’ he thought.
‘The other person is an experienced worker from another team.’
Under the guise of pursuing a horizontal structure, the government had imposed a standardized title of ‘Manager’ for all employees except team leaders within the Bureau, but this person was still older and held a higher rank.
Choi Doyoon let out a small, silent sigh.
“The Gate Management Team hasn’t finished detecting all potential risks in the Gate yet. It won’t be too late to finalize the list after we detect all possible risk factors.”
“Goodness, it’s not like we’re closing an A-class Gate for the first time. We closed 30 of them just last year. What could possibly go wrong? You people are always making such a fuss. The research team doesn’t know how long it takes to find things worth money in those Gates.”
“I apologize, Manager Lee. Please wait a little longer.”
“Ugh, it’s frustrating as hell.”
Irritation was evident on the face of Manager Lee from the research team.
Where was it? He’d heard he had five years of research experience in high-tech industries.
Does working for a long time make people so weary and irritable?
Choi Doyoon sighed again and buried his nose in the monitor in front of him.
That damned list finalization.
If it involves human lives, shouldn’t one approach it carefully?
As the person in charge of the hunter dispatch task, Doyoon suffered from constant work-related badgering every day.
If it were reasonable prodding, he would have followed orders without complaint to maintain a smooth relationship with his superiors, but surprisingly, trivial pestering was actually hindering his work.
Among them, there were messages like this:
-Hello, Manager Choi Doyoon of the Superhuman Management Team.
-I am Secretary Lee XX from the Chairman’s office of XX Group.
-I received information that the Chairman’s grandson, Mr. Kim ©©, has been drafted for this A-class Gate, and I am contacting you to ask that you exclude Hunter Kim ©© from this list.
-If you contact us at the number below, we will visit you with a small token of gratitude.
When he saw that, Doyoon had only one reaction:
What the hell is this bullshit?
You have a 1 billion won debt; why refuse such an offer?
Shouldn’t you save money by any means necessary?
There are things a person shouldn’t do.
Choi Doyoon dumped the email in the trash and even filed a report of improper solicitation directly to the Director of the Superpower Management Bureau.
If you carry the title of a hunter, you must take responsibility for it; there were too many nonsensical people who only wanted the flashy title and didn’t care what happened to the rest.
It would have been fine if only one or two such emails had come, but as many as 30 a month poured in, from low-grade Gates to high-grade ones.
They say people with a lot of money and power are even worse.
Doyoon closed his eyes tightly with a sigh.
His eyes ached terribly from staring at the monitor for too long.
‘Should I take a break?’
