13 - Chapter 11: We Meet Again
Near the photo booth, a row of food stalls formed a small street of their own. A variety of treats were on display—churros, Dippin' Dots, corn dogs, grilled buttered corn, cotton candy, and coffee.
Caught by the scent, the hybrid mermaids stopped rummaging through their photos.
"Oh, actually, aren't you guys getting hungry?"
Jeong Hae-in looked up, spotting the stalls, and spoke as she stuffed the photos into her bag.
"Let's grab a bite over there and then head home."
Yeah, there wasn't really anything else left to do anyway.
"I'll head out first, then."
Amusement park food was always ridiculously overpriced. It wasn't even like it tasted that good, either.
I didn't see any reason to get swept up in the mood and waste my money.
"Huh? You're leaving without eating?"
"Yeah, I'm not really hungry."
"Hmm, hold on a second."
Jeong Hae-in nodded at my response and walked briskly toward one of the stalls. It was a coffee stand.
She pointed at the menu, handed over her card, and paid. A moment later, she walked back holding a plastic cup.
"Here, take this."
Inside the cup she held out was an iced coffee.
"Drink it on your way back. Oh, wait, you can drink coffee, right?"
"...Of course I can."
I shook my head and took the cup from her.
"Thanks, I appreciate it."
In response, Jeong Hae-in gave my butt a playful slap and a soft squeeze.
"Yeah, get home safe."
The other two waved goodbye as well.
I gave them a casual wave and started walking toward the amusement park exit.
As I walked, sipping the iced coffee through the straw, the phone in my pocket buzzed.
'Did I get a text?'
Without thinking much of it, I pulled the phone out of my pocket.
"Wait..."
The moment I saw the message, I nearly choked on my coffee.
A photo filled the screen. It was a picture of me.
A naked photo, at that.
Sitting on a public restroom toilet, my short-sleeved button-up completely open, my undershirt pulled up to my collarbones, and my pants and underwear bunched around my ankles to fully expose my dripping wet cock—that was me in the photo.
It wasn't hard to figure out when it had been taken.
Anyone could see it was from the day I was harassed on the subway and dragged into the restroom to be raped.
That crazy bitch had definitely been snapping photos back then.
It was easy to piece together when the photo was taken and who had taken it.
But the real problem was...
'Who the hell sent this?'
That bitch didn't even have my number.
My mind raced as a cold sweat broke out. What the hell was going on? Who was this?
Did someone who had my number know her?
Or worse...
'The absolute worst-case scenario is that she posted my photo online, and someone I know saw it and is testing me.'
Fuck. If that was really it, how was I even supposed to react?
Just as a massive headache started to set in, someone stepped up behind me.
"Hey there."
Startled, I quickly covered my screen and spun around. A woman stood there, grinning widely.
Straight blonde hair parted asymmetrically, one ear loaded with piercings, pale bronze skin, and a toned body taller than mine. Tattoos were etched all over her. She wore a tight, low-cut white tank top under a loose black jacket, denim hot pants so short they exposed the bottom of her butt cheeks, and ankle-high canvas shoes.
It was the crazy bitch from the subway.
"Whatcha looking at?"
She reached out and snatched the phone right out of my hand.
"Ahaha! You were looking at the photo I sent, weren't you?"
What? She was the one who sent it?
Knowing the photo hadn't been leaked online brought a wave of relief, but it immediately raised a new question.
'How the hell did she get my number...?'
Seeing my dumbfounded expression, she easily guessed what I was thinking.
"I might not look like it, but I'm actually a professional Hunter."
Ah.
That explained it.
Not only Hunter Guilds but also freelance Hunters had the right to access the personal information of students enrolled in Hunter academies.
For guilds, the main purpose was scouting talent for graduation.
For freelancers, it was to find cheap part-time help.
Students could block access if they wanted to, but I had left mine open. I'd figured getting hired by a freelance Hunter would be a sweet gig—a way to earn decent money and gain real combat experience with minimal risk.
Besides, if a student died on the job, the hiring Hunter would face heavy penalties and disciplinary action from the Association, so the danger level was usually kept pretty reasonable.
'Well, she definitely doesn't seem normal. It makes sense she's working as a freelance Hunter, even with a high mana rank.'
While I was lost in thought, she pressed herself against me, exhaling the same hot, sticky breath she had on the subway.
"Staring at your own nudes out in public, you slutty little bastard. Why? Does remembering that day get you super hard?"
Once again, her hand slid down to grope my butt.
"Haa... you fucking bastard... you're seriously so fucking hot..."
She squeezed my ass cheek tightly, then slid her hand down to my perineum, whispering in my ear.
"I can't take this. You're coming with me."
She pressed herself flat against my back as she escorted me out of the amusement park.
Once outside, she led me straight to her parked car and shoved me into the passenger seat.
It was a German coupe SUV. She hopped into the driver's seat and started the engine.
She pulled onto the road without even putting on a seatbelt, steering with one hand while reaching over to me with the other.
It looked incredibly dangerous. We could have crashed at any second.
'She's probably confident she wouldn't get a single scratch even if we crashed, but I'm only D-rank. A car accident would seriously mess me up.'
Of course, she didn't seem like the type to listen to anything I had to say, so I kept my mouth shut.
'Crazy bitch. Whatever, let's just see where this goes.'
Just as I leaned my head against the window, her hand grabbed the waistband of my pants.
Her long, slender fingers wriggled inside. She popped the button and skillfully slid the zipper down.
"Hmm?"
But as she reached in to pull my cock out of my underwear, her hand brushed directly against bare skin.
She completely took her eyes off the road and whipped her head toward me.
"What? You're not wearing underwear?"
"...It's a long story."
"What kind of story?"
A playful smirk spread across her face. Her eyes gleamed like a cat cornering a bird.
The hybrid mermaids had plenty of unisex clothes, but they obviously didn't keep men's underwear lying around.
Clueless about my predicament, she slid her hand deeper between my thighs, rubbing my perineum. Then she cupped my balls, gently fondling them.
"I'm so fucking curious. What excuse do you have for walking around commando, letting your cock dangle like a total male whore?"
The hand caressing my balls slid upward, wrapping around my shaft.
"Or are you just a natural-born slut?"
"Ngh..."
Along with her degrading words, her hand began to stroke.
Her fingers wrapped tightly around my shaft, sliding up and down.
Her thumb, bent at a perfect angle, rubbed the tip of my glans with every stroke.
"Hngh... ah..."
As she kept stroking me, I bit my lower lip to hold back my groans instead of trying to argue.
My cock quickly grew rock hard.
Even fully erect, my foreskin still covered the head.
She deftly slid her thumb under the edge of the skin, wedging it against the glans.
"Ngh... ah..."
"Does that feel good?"
With a wicked grin, she swirled her thumb under the skin, peeling it back to fully expose the sensitive head.
"I asked if you like being touched. You're leaking so much fucking pre-cum."
With every stroke, the wet, squelching sound grew louder, blending with the hum of the engine.
Just then,
My phone buzzed again.
It buzzed continuously in a rhythmic pattern—someone was calling.
Struggling to lift the phone to check, I saw it was Seo-yun.
"H-hello...?"
[Ah, Su-hyeon?]
"Yeah... what's up...?"
[Nothing much. I was just wondering if you made it home safe yesterday. And to make sure I had the right number.]
"Ah... yeah... I got home safe..."
[Did you? That's a relief.]
The conversation paused briefly.
Seeing me answer the phone only made the woman more excited. She stroked my cock even harder, trying to force me to blow.
[...The weather is really nice today. Want to go hang out somewhere? It's been a while.]
God, her timing was absolutely terrible.
"I'm... sorry... I have... plans today..."
[I see. Well, nothing we can do about that.]
Her voice sounded bitter, though she was trying hard to hide her disappointment.
Hearing her voice, I finally hit my limit. Before I could even hang up, I shot thick, heavy ropes of semen.
[I'll see you after the weekend, then.]
"Y-yes...! Yes...!"
Reflected in the window glass was my face, desperately trying to choke back my groans. I looked utterly pathetic.