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His hand roughly swept down my waist.
Wait—were there always calluses on his palm?
Through my hazy gaze, I looked down.
Sure enough, his large hand was covered in hardened skin.
That was when the sensations from earlier began to return to me, piece by piece.
Right.
Those hands had driven me to the edge so many times.
Even though my head screamed that this was wrong, deep down, I didn’t want him to stop.
I wanted him to keep going.
Was it that desire that reached him?
The hand sliding down my waist now gripped my thigh, and with a firm squeeze, my legs parted helplessly.
Shame flooded me, yet I still let out a faint moan as his fingers kneaded the inner part of my thigh.
That small sound was quickly swallowed, however, when his hot tongue pushed past my parted lips.
Every time his jaw moved, the forceful intensity pushed my head backward.
His breath, thick with heat and hunger, dug in deep—so deep I almost believed I was prey being hunted.
‘I can’t breathe.’
His lips crushed mine mercilessly, sealing them shut like they’d never let go.
Even then, his tongue ravaged my mouth, darting wildly, leaving only wet, obscene noises in its wake.
In that dazed state, his hand had somehow found its way into my pants.
He grabbed me firmly.
My arousal was already painfully swollen, drenched with precum.
‘Ah.’
I gasped, chest heaving from the tingling pleasure, while his hand glided up the shaft in a way that made me shudder.
Then, fingers crept lower, trailing past the perineum.
The unfamiliar sensation made my body stiffen—but only for a moment.
His lips left mine and began teasing the nape of my neck as if to say, ‘you’re fine, aren’t you?’
The gentle sucking, the way his teeth lightly grazed my skin, was ticklish—and strangely arousing.
Before I could even fully relax, two fingers circled near my entrance and pushed inside.
It should have hurt. It should have been uncomfortable—especially since this was my first time—but instead, waves of pleasure surged through me.
Far from unpleasant, my body reacted like it had been waiting for this.
My breath came out in ragged bursts.
His fingers, knotted with bone and covered in calluses, seemed to heighten the stimulation.
He scraped mercilessly along my sensitive inner walls—no wonder my body responded so intensely.
“Ahh!”
I cried out and instinctively grabbed his arm, but all that did was spur him on.
His long, thick fingers pressed deep into the most sensitive spots, and my hips jerked uncontrollably.
The movements were so intense, I couldn’t handle the pleasure that kept pouring in.
My back arched as I reached my peak.
And then—something unbelievable happened.
With a sudden release, clear fluid shot from my erection in bursts.
My entire body shuddered as I climaxed, the evidence of it splattering back onto me.
“Hhngh…”
But before I could even catch my breath, his large hand pulled at my thigh again.
My vision, once washed white, now focused on a face I knew all too well.
His sharp features were flushed with arousal, and his dark eyes were drowned in desire.
That gaze—so bottomless it took my breath away.
Yet strangely, I didn’t feel afraid. If anything…
That’s when I noticed something unfamiliar pressing below.
Panting, I looked down—and froze.
Between my legs, something else had taken its place.
Massive, weapon-like. It was forcing its way between my folds, trying to breach them.
‘No. This can’t be happening.’
Instinctively, I tried to pull away.
If that thing went all the way in, my body would never withstand it.
It was simply too large—too brutal.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
But his reason seemed to have already snapped.
As I tried to back away, he effortlessly snatched my ankle and dragged me back.
He pressed his thighs against mine once more, his lips crashing down like he was going to consume me whole.
Terrified of the pain that was sure to come, I squeezed my eyes shut.
‘Squeak?’
Just then, my entire body froze.
A familiar sound from near my head made my eyes fly open.
Two small, black, beady eyes were staring down at me.
Chirpy—our eyes met, and just like that, my brain shut down like I’d been doused with cold water.
Ever since we returned from the dungeon, the little thing liked sleeping in my hair.
And now, it had climbed up onto my forehead, looking down at me intently.
“……”
I blinked dumbly, dazed.
Then suddenly, I kicked off the blanket and bolted upright.
The sensations I’d just experienced were far too vivid to brush off.
“A… a dream?”
I looked around in a panic.
All I found on the large bed was Chirpy, who had been flung aside and was now squeaking in protest.
But I had no time to comfort the little guy.
Usually, I could never remember my dreams no matter how hard I tried.
But this one?
Every detail was burned into my memory—Do Soohyuk’s face, his expression, even the strands of his hair.
The pain, the pleasure—it was all too real.
“This is insane…”
Flustered beyond belief, I buried my face in my hands.
Then, feeling a weird dampness, I hesitated and cautiously lifted the blanket.
I couldn’t believe what I saw.
My lower half was soaked.
At 28 years old, I’d just had my first wet dream—something I hadn’t even experienced during puberty.
And it was about Do Soohyuk.
And I was on the bottom?!
I had never once imagined anything like that.
Ever.
What the hell was going on?
It must’ve been the incident at the hardware store.
It must’ve left more of an impression than I thought.
“Inho, if you’re up, come eat.”
I froze in shock.
The door suddenly burst open and my dad came in without warning.
Surprised, I instinctively yanked the blanket up to my chest.
Even I had to admit—I looked suspicious as hell.
My dad narrowed his eyes at me.
“Your face is all red. Are you feeling okay?”
“N-No, I’m fine!”
I might’ve answered a bit too quickly, but thankfully my dad—soft-hearted and easily convinced—didn’t push further.
In times like these, his trusting nature really helped.
“Yeah? Maybe the room’s just too warm… Anyway, the soybean stew is ready. Come out and eat.”
He turned around after checking the room temperature.
Just as the door was about to close, he paused like he remembered something, then pulled out his phone.
I let out a quiet sigh of relief, trying to compose my face.
“Oh right, you got a message. I think it’s for you.”
“Not one of the guys?”
“Nope. It’s from the Hunter Association. Doesn’t look like spam.”
Since I didn’t have a phone yet, all my messages were going to Dad.
Even though I never told him directly, he’d figured out I was avoiding the media and had been quietly filtering all the contact attempts.
Looks like the Hunter Association was one of the blocked ones.
Since I hadn’t answered their calls, they probably left a text instead—just like last time.
[Hello, Hunter Seo Inho. This is the Hunter Association.
We would’ve preferred to inform you directly by phone, but as we were unable to reach you, we hope you’ll forgive us for contacting you via text.
There is an upcoming meeting this Thursday for all S-Class awakened individuals.
The details will only be disclosed in person, and the Association Director will brief you directly.
Location: Hunter Association Building, 3rd Floor…]
Thursday this week was just three days away.
At first, I wasn’t entirely sure if I was interpreting it correctly, but the last sentence confirmed it for me.
“This is a request from a government agency, and we kindly ask for your attendance.”
There was a reason the Hunter Association had gone out of its way to add that line.
The S-rank hunters were gathering at the Association—not by force, but by the unavoidable will of the state.
It was the first time that those who would normally ignore such summons were voluntarily gathering in one place.
It wasn’t exactly out of fear of government scrutiny, but more due to the pressure of public perception.
Ever since the gates started running rampant, even if the government’s authority had weakened, blatantly ignoring a formal request wouldn’t look good in the eyes of the public.
Simply put, it was about maintaining the guild’s image.
Even if they didn’t want to go, they’d attend—just for appearances.
“We’re already at this episode, huh.”
“Hm? Episode?”
“Ah, just talking to myself.”
The reason I knew all these behind-the-scenes details was because this was one of the major episodes in the movie.
If my memory was right, we were already past the midpoint of the film.
Weird. I feel like I haven’t really done much…
Sure, a few things had happened, but aside from the “first dungeon,” none of it really aligned with the events of the movie.
Then again, maybe the three of them had already gone through several episodes—I just wasn’t there to see it.
I instinctively pulled the blanket around me and looked up at my confused father.
“Dad, I think I need to drop by the Hunter Association this Thursday. Is that okay?”
“It’s nothing serious, right?”
He looked worried, probably afraid his son would get caught up in another dangerous incident.
Well, considering all the messes I’ve been in lately, it was understandable.
I hadn’t even been home for long.
“No, nothing will happen to me.”
But this time, he really didn’t need to worry.
Because the leads in this episode… weren’t me.
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