43 - Chapter 41: Intern
The moment I stepped into the house, the female orc dropped her fork.
As it clattered to the floor, she stared at me blankly for a moment before springing up from her seat.
She strode over, threw her arms wide, and pulled me into a sudden hug.
"Whoa."
With the immense strength typical of an orc, she lifted me right off my feet, leaving me suspended in the air.
She didn't stop there. Bringing her face close, she rubbed her cheek against mine. Her skin was surprisingly soft—just like her breasts.
As our cheeks brushed, our lips naturally aligned, and she smoothly transitioned the gesture into a deep kiss.
"Mmm..."
As our tongues tangled in a deep kiss, her hands slid down my back. Soon, her large hands firmly cupped my ass.
The moment she broke the kiss, she yanked my pants down. Grabbing my ass with both hands, she hoisted me straight up.
In an instant, my head was nearly touching the ceiling, and her eyes were level with my cock.
She licked her lips, then buried her face between my thighs without hesitation.
"Ah..."
Suspended in midair with her tight grip on my ass, I had no way to resist as she took my cock into her mouth.
Orcs have a higher body temperature than humans, making the inside of her mouth feel scalding hot as she clamped down on my shaft.
"Ah... ahh... hah...!"
At my reaction, she let out a muffled chuckle, my cock still stuffed deep in her mouth.
At the same time, the hands holding my ass began to shift. The way she supported and moved me—precarious yet incredibly stable—was nothing short of acrobatic.
Before I knew it, she was supporting my entire weight with just one hand centered beneath me.
The heel of her palm pressed firmly against my perineum, and her middle finger slipped between my cheeks.
"Hah... ah..."
Her finger stroked up and down my crack for a moment before sliding naturally inside my anus.
Reflexively, I curled forward in midair, wrapping my arms around her head as it remained buried between my thighs.
It didn't take long for me to come in that position.
Swallowing every drop of semen in a single gulp, she finally lowered me to the floor and laid me down.
"Ugh... ahh..."
My head spun from the sheer, overwhelming intensity unique to orcs. Sensing that her twitching muscles would milk me to the very last drop, I instinctively tried to crawl away across the floor, desperate to escape.
"Ngh..."
But she wouldn't let me. Her hands clamped onto my waist, pinning me down firmly. I could feel her absolute determination to unleash all the pent-up lust that had built up while I was unconscious.
With me pinned, she buried her face in my ass. She kissed my cheeks affectionately a few times, then began to lick my anus.
As my cock, which had gone completely soft after coming, grew rock-hard again, she flipped me onto my back.
Then, she grabbed my ankles, hoisted them up, and mounted me.
Her pussy was incomparably tighter than any human's, every single fiber of her vaginal walls twitching delicately around me.
Only after being forcibly milked multiple times by this masterpiece of a pussy—something no onahole could ever hope to replicate—was I finally set free.
"Haa..."
It felt as if every last drop of moisture had been drained from my body.
Unable to even lift a finger, I just lay there blankly on the living room floor.
After a while, a delicious aroma wafted from the kitchen, making my mouth water.
'Ah... I'm so hungry...'
As if reading my mind, she emerged from the kitchen carrying a bowl of food.
It was a simple stew, thrown together with whatever ingredients were left in the fridge.
"Ahhn."
"Ah..."
She knelt beside me and began to spoon-feed me.
With no strength left to refuse, I eagerly accepted every bite.
As I chewed the stew she fed me, a thought crossed my mind:
'Getting unilaterally milked and then spoon-fed... It feels like I'm the one being kept as a pet.'
Once the bowl was completely empty, she scooped me up in her arms.
She carried me all the way to my room, burying me in her voluptuous, firm, yet soft embrace.
We lay in bed under the same blanket, and she held me tight, lazily cuddling for a long time.
Once I recovered from my coma, I finally returned to school.
Fortunately, since exams were over and there wasn't much on the schedule, catching up on classes wasn't too difficult.
On the other hand, it was a shame I'd wasted such a golden period entirely in a coma.
Still, returning to school after so long naturally drew everyone's attention.
"Whoa, long time no see! Where have you been hiding?"
The ones calling out to me were the mermaid twins I'd done a group project with.
"You didn't wake up for days, so we thought you were a goner. Turns out you're tougher than you look, huh?"
"Yeah, you looked so weak we thought you'd kick the bucket at any second."
Listening to the twins chatter in surround sound from all sides, I let out a soft chuckle.
"Haha, well, things just turned out that way."
Most of the comments were friendly enough, but not everyone was so welcoming.
"Seriously, though, how do you end up in a coma from an E-rank Gate?"
"Even if D-ranks are basically meat shields, that's pathetic."
"With the way you operate, I bet you've been selling your body to the instructors to pass your exams, training, and projects."
"Yeah, even this time, they said you passed despite being in a coma."
"Did you seriously spread your legs for them?"
For the record, I've never spread my legs for the instructors.
As I was thinking that, ignoring the mockery pouring in from my classmates,
"Su-hyeon."
Before I knew it, Seo-yun stepped in, unable to listen to another word.
"Come with me for a second."
With that, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me to my feet.
"Want to hit the snack bar?"
"Sounds good."
She pulled me out of the classroom, and once we hit the hallway, the mocking voices finally faded.
"Since it's your first day back, Noona's buying."
"Thanks."
"It's not like we can't make money just because we're still students."
I slowly shook my head at her words.
"No, it's not that. I realized I thanked Hunter Natalia, but I haven't properly thanked you yet, Noona."
Seo-yun looked back at me, caught off guard, before offering a shy smile.
"It was nothing. Don't worry about it."
"Still, thank you so much for staying by my sister's side and mine when I collapsed."
"Haha, hearing you say that actually makes me a little embarrassed."
Her steps seemed lighter as she giggled.
When we reached the snack bar, she adamantly refused to let me pay and covered my share as well.
We hung out at the snack bar, chatting for a long time instead of heading back to class.
A few more days passed, and the academy curriculum was nearing its end.
Only two things remained:
An internship under a Pro Hunter, and the graduation exam.
Today was the day the internships officially kicked off.
First, internship placements were decided by nominations from Pro Hunters of B-rank or higher.
If multiple hunters nominated a trainee, the trainee got to choose which hunter they wanted to work under.
But if not a single hunter nominated them, they were randomly assigned through a lottery.
Naturally, those in the latter category received terrible treatment. They were usually treated as nothing more than annoying, uninvited guests.
Because of this, trainees considered failing to get a nomination to be a massive humiliation.
I wanted to avoid being treated like a nuisance during my internship, too, but...
Realistically, a D-rank trainee was virtually guaranteed to get zero nominations.
Knowing this, the same classmates who had mocked me before picked another fight as we headed to the auditorium.
"What are you gonna do now? You probably couldn't go around spreading your legs for Pro Hunters like you did for the instructors."
Seriously. I've never spread my legs for the instructors.
Ignoring their provocations, I walked into the auditorium.
Once everyone had gathered, the instructors began announcing the Pro Hunters' nominations one by one.
"The next nomination is from A-rank Hunter..."
As I listened blankly, one of the guys who had just picked a fight with me was nominated by a fairly well-known A-rank Hunter.
The bastard glanced back at me, wearing a smug, mocking smirk.
But that look didn't last long.
"Next is a nomination from the renowned S-rank Hunter, Natalia Chae."
The moment an S-rank Hunter's name was spoken, the entire room went dead silent. Even those who had already been nominated turned to look.
"Cadet number 107, Han Su-hyeon. That is all."
When my name was called, a collective gasp echoed through the auditorium.
"Wh...at...?"
The face of the guy who had been smirking at me twisted into a mask of sheer disbelief and inferiority.
Like I said, I've never spread my legs for the instructors.
I've been spreading them for an active S-rank Hunter.