4 - Chapter 2: Blonde Tanned Delinquent Girl
"Ah... hah...! Ah...!"
The woman half-closed her eyes and trembled lightly, then pulled her tongue and lips away and sat back up.
"Hey, kid. Get hard again."
Still looking unsatisfied, she gave the order.
But my dick isn't a machine—I can't just get it rock hard on command.
"Gets all limp after one shot... can't be helped. Eigh, eigh."
"Ugh...?"
Then the woman started clenching her pussy.
It wasn't just a simple squeeze. She controlled the rhythm skillfully, and every time she tightened and relaxed, the folds of her vaginal walls writhed, mercilessly stimulating my already sensitive post-ejaculation dick.
"Ugh... ah... ugh...!"
Then she pulled me into a tight embrace, forcing my face into her chest. Even through her clothes, I could clearly feel the texture and shape. Big and firm. And it was a little hard to breathe.
Oxygen dwindled, and a stimulation several times stronger than before shot up my spine, tingling. My mind grew hazy, like being shrouded in fog. My senses floated as if I were dreaming.
Pleasure drowned my thoughts, and I couldn't think properly.
"Ahhh... ugh... huuu..."
Without realizing it, I leaned further into her soft, warm chest, seeking comfort. My hands went to her back, gripping her clothes tightly.
"Hack...! Ah...!"
And just like that, I had a dry orgasm without even being erect.
"Ah, what the hell."
When I trembled from the dry orgasm, the woman let me go. With an awkward expression, she scratched the back of her head lightly.
"Couldn't control my strength. Tch, can't be helped."
Saying that, she moved her left hand behind, gently cupping my balls. She stroked them a few times, then moved lower, following my perineum.
Her long, slender middle finger touched my anus. After rubbing a few times to relax it, the finger suddenly slid inside and pressed against my prostate.
"Ook...?!"
My hazy eyes snapped wide open. My dick, completely limp after cumming twice, stood up stiffly against my will.
Noticing my reaction, the woman chuckled.
"Men are all the same—weak in the ass."
Her voice carried a hint of playfulness.
Feeling my dick grow hard again inside her pussy, she seemed satisfied and began to swirl and shake her hips once more, squeezing.
The woman milked me several more times, filling her womb with semen, and only then did she seem satisfied and pull away.
"Phew...."
Whether she was feeling a sense of post-orgasm clarity, she sighed, climbed off my body, and squatted on the bathroom floor.
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Wondering what she was doing, I watched quietly as her gaze fixed on my now flaccid dick, covered in a mess of love juice and semen.
"Well, I guess I'll clean up after myself."
Clean up? What was she going to do now?
The woman closed her eyes and pouted her lips slightly. Her protruding lips touched the tip of my glans, which was covered by the foreskin, and her tongue skillfully slipped between the foreskin and the glans.
Oh, fuck.
Her tongue, digging quite deep, wiggled and easily peeled back the skin.
"Slurp... lick... suck... mmm..."
Once the skin was peeled back, the woman gave me a cleanup blowjob without hesitation. She focused especially on licking the corona of the glans and the retracted foreskin area.
Then her lips traveled down towards the base, sweeping over the entire shaft.
When her lips reached the base, the woman, seeming a bit strained, flared her nostrils. The glans pressed against her uvula, buried into her throat.
"Gahk...! Gulp...! Ggk...!"
Compared to her pussy skills, was she a bit clumsy at deep-throating? Choking and gagging slightly, her throat still accepted my dick fully.
Each time she gagged, my dick was squeezed.
I finally felt the sensation of climaxing again as my dick swelled.
Sensing this, the woman pulled my dick out of her throat and caught the semen in her mouth.
As I shot the watery semen onto her tongue, she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out to show me. She rolled it around, chewed as if savoring the taste, then swallowed.
"Pfft... hey, you want to cum again even after cumming like that?"
She said that, but she was licking a bit of semen that had dribbled onto her lip, grinning slyly with her eyes, clearly pleased.
After the cleanup blowjob, my dick was already clean.
When it was truly all over, the woman took out her phone, snapped a few pictures, then put her thong and denim hot pants back on.
After putting her bottom clothes back on, she suddenly thrust her face close to mine and whispered threateningly.
"Hey, go ahead and report me if you want. But be prepared for the consequences. If you snitch to the cops, I'll kill you first and make it a murder charge, not rape."
Thinking words weren't enough, she grabbed my throat.
Judging from the difference in strength I'd felt while being fucked senseless, her mana rank was probably at least A-rank. Killing a D-rank nobody like me before the authorities could mobilize would be nothing to her.
So, I had no choice but to nod obediently at the threat.
"Tch."
Whether she pitied me for being like this now, she took her hand off my throat, pulled out her wallet, and shoved a few 50,000 won bills into my hand.
"Buy yourself something tasty with this."
As I took the money, she left the bathroom promptly.
I too hurried out of the women's restroom, careful not to be seen.
The first thing I did after escaping the women's restroom was check the time. It was already well past the time for school to start.
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I thought about just skipping school for the day, but I figured going was better than not going, so I headed to school.
The school I attend is a Hunter Specialized High School. As the woman guessed, I was a professional hunter trainee.
Generally, people think low-level hunters earn peanuts, but that wasn't the case.
With the heavy responsibility of managing dimensional gates, the constant danger of death, and the fact it's a shunned profession, even a D-rank—the lowest of the low—could secure a salary comparable to a decent office worker at a large corporation.
At first glance, being a hunter seems cool, glamorous, and earns society's respect, so it's only natural that it became a shunned profession.
No matter how much the public glorifies them as heroes sacrificing themselves for humanity, their essence is ultimately just soldiers.
Even in my previous life's world, being a soldier was a historically shunned profession.
That's why countries like Korea and many conflict-ridden nations implemented conscription, and I heard that even the mighty US military struggled with enlistment issues.
In this world, the talented ones go into various fields like sports, which offer much better treatment, better pay, and are even safer, while there's a perception that only bottom-feeders or people with some kind of defect become hunters.
If I had to classify myself... I'd be closer to the former.
So the instructors at the Hunter Specialized High School don't scold students too harshly just for being late.
The situation is so desperate for every single student that they have to coax and coddle them, even if it's fucking annoying, to keep them until graduation.
The classroom was empty. Everyone must have gone out for 'field training'.
I crossed the empty classroom and sat at my desk. I took out a comic book from my desk drawer and flipped through it idly, wasting time.
How long had I been doing that?
I heard the sound of footsteps tapping from far down the hallway.
Since the sound wasn't overlapping, it was just one person.
I was thinking that maybe my instructor had noticed I came to school and was coming to find me, when the back door, which I had closed, slid open with a rattle.
I paused reading my comic and glanced back. Contrary to my expectation, it wasn't an instructor standing at the back door, but a female student.
Actually, the fact that she used the back door instead of the front door made it more likely to be a student than an instructor.
The newly appeared female student had black hair and light brown eyes. Her long hair was tied up in a single ponytail, and her slightly thick eyebrows matched her conscientious impression well.
She was in the same class, but even if she weren't, she was one of the few women I knew very well.
Jin Seo-yun.
We lived in the same neighborhood when we were young, and we were pretty close until Seo-yun noona's family moved away.
We lost contact for a while after the move, but we met again when we both decided to pursue being professional hunters and enrolled in the same school.
If I had to classify her reason for pursuing this path, it would be closer to the latter.
Originally, she wanted to be a baseball player, but the baseball coach, blinded by performance, ruined her arm, and after rehabilitation training, she changed her career path, or so I heard.
Thanks to that, she got held back a lot, so she's older than me but in the same grade.
Besides, the Hunter Specialized High School, due to its nature as being closer to a vocational school, has a wide range of ages even within the same grade.
Whether she had just finished her field training and come straight back to the classroom, Seo-yun noona had a semi-automatic shotgun slung over her shoulder as she spoke.
"Oh? You're here?"
She said happily upon seeing me. I just nodded vaguely.
"Did something happen?"
"No. Nothing much."
"Yeah? Alright then."
When I said that, Seo-yun noona didn't pry any further.
Instead, she changed the subject.
"Oh, right. The instructor told me to tell you to come to the staff office when you got here."
"Yeah?"
I nodded, closed the comic book, and stood up.
As I walked towards the back door and passed by Seo-yun noona, she spoke again.
"Hey, you know..."
"What is it?"
A moment of silence.
"If you ever need help from your noona, it's okay to ask anytime."
I snickered at that and lightly tapped Seo-yun noona's arm with the side of my fist as she hesitated uncharacteristically.
"Thanks, noona."
Even just saying that is enough.
And with that, I ended the conversation and headed to the staff office.