Chapter 116

Even though both of them were completely bare, their bodies flush against each other, Shin-hoo felt as if he were the only one entirely exposed under Haeju’s observant gaze. His toes curled into the mattress in a sudden spike of shame.

“Haa…”

Shin-hoo’s breath hitched, heavy with moisture. Instinctively, he clamped his free hand over Haeju’s. He wanted to pry the man’s iron grip away from his length, but his trembling fingers were utterly useless to stop him.

As if interpreting his feeble resistance as a green light, Haeju’s hand began to stroke him with a much fiercer, relentless rhythm.

The hand that had cupped his testicles slid upward in one smooth, sweeping motion, reaching the glans before Haeju’s thumb mercilessly rubbed the two slick, sensitive slits together.

“Gah!”

Shin-hoo’s heart hammered violently against his ribs. Sucking in a sharp breath, his spine locked rigid just as a sticky flood of pre-come erupted from him. It was a humiliatingly fast, effortless climax, triggered by nothing more than a few deliberate strokes. Just as Shin-hoo reached up with a flushed face to wipe away the slick fluid, Haeju hoisted one of Shin-hoo’s legs high into the air.

Draping Shin-hoo’s elevated leg over his broad shoulder, Haeju immediately thrust his slick fingers into the exposed, yielding crevice. His left hand remained tightly interwoven with Shin-hoo’s right. With every deep plunge into that narrow heat, the frantic, involuntary spasms of Shin-hoo’s inner walls translated perfectly through the magical rings, shocking them both with the raw intimacy of the sensation.

“Kwon… Haeju…!”

It feels like I am violating my own body, Shin-hoo thought wildly.

The overwhelming, explicit feedback made Shin-hoo screw his eyes shut. This wasn’t just slightly embarrassing; it was utterly, explicitly humiliating. Completely oblivious to its owner’s frantic mental denial, his inner walls eagerly welcomed the outsider’s intrusion, clenching down tight before quivering in exquisite delight.

Shin-hoo desperately wiggled their intertwined fingers, trying to break free. But Haeju’s grip was absolute, leaving zero room for escape.

“Please, let’s just… take these off and do it normally. Okay?”

Tears of sheer mortification pricked the corners of his eyes. He hadn’t felt this overwhelmingly shy even during their very first time together, yet now he wanted the earth to swallow him whole. His entire body felt as if it had been doused in gasoline and set ablaze.

“Did you know?” Haeju whispered darkly. “When I press right here…”

Haeju’s fingers mercilessly gouged deeper, finding a distinct, swollen cluster of nerves. As two fingers ruthlessly pinched and ground against that hyper-sensitive spot, Shin-hoo’s jaw went slack. He threw his head back against the pillows.

“Ah!”

“…You tremble beautifully for me.”

Just as Haeju noted, Shin-hoo was violently shuddering, fully cognizant of his own insides contracting in a messy, desperate rhythm. Seeing Shin-hoo squeeze his eyes shut in a futile attempt to hide from his predatory gaze, Haeju drove his fingers in with even greater ferocity.

“Ah, ngh… no, stop. That’s…”

Two fingers aggressively pried him open, carving a slick path through the tight passage. Just as the probing digits reached the absolute deepest point they could manage, they abruptly withdrew. A second later, a scorching, impossibly thick length pressed flush against the cleft of his buttocks.

Before Shin-hoo could even draw a proper breath to brace himself, Haeju drove his hips forward.

“…!”

Sinking to the hilt in a single, brutal thrust, Haeju’s hardened length directly struck the agonizingly sensitive spot that his fingers had just been tormenting. Shin-hoo wildly thrashed, pushing against Haeju’s chest with his one free hand.

“Ah, ngh… w-wait. A second.”

The sheer sensory overload of being intensely stimulated from both the front and the back made Shin-hoo kick his legs out, but Haeju merely leaned his massive upper body forward, pinning Shin-hoo down until he was practically folded in half. With one arm and a leg completely immobilized, Shin-hoo used his only remaining hand to cover his flushed face.

Beneath his palm, his lips trembled violently, warped into a messy grimace of pleasure. This was entirely different from their first encounter. Though they had shared sensations through the rings back then as well, the line between pain and pleasure had been blurred.

But now, there was no ambiguity. Already broken in and thoroughly accustomed to Haeju’s overwhelming size, Shin-hoo’s body experienced exactly zero pain. Swept away by an agonizingly pure, unadulterated tidal wave of ecstasy, he shuddered uncontrollably.

Every blood vessel in his body throbbed in time with his racing heart. With that thick length buried so deeply inside him, Shin-hoo felt as if his very core had been skewered. When Haeju withdrew and ruthlessly slammed back in, Shin-hoo felt the agonizingly tight clench of both his own body and Haeju’s simultaneously.

“Kwon Haeju… Haeju-ya…”

He sobbed the man’s name, his voice fractured. His brain felt like it was melting out of his ears. The pleasure was simply too much. If Haeju had just thrust wildly, Shin-hoo would have lost his mind and clung to him like before. Instead, Haeju rolled his hips in slow, agonizingly deliberate circles, tenaciously grinding against every sensitive ridge.

Pushed to the absolute brink of his sanity, Shin-hoo dug his toes into the bedsheets, twisting his torso.

“Just… Please, ngh!”

“Use your words,” Haeju commanded smoothly.

“Not like… this. Ahh…”

Swallowing back the humiliating pleas that threatened to spill from his lips over and over again, Shin-hoo finally broke, sobbing his desperate surrender.

“Just do it harder. Please, not like this. Do it… rough… Ah! Gah!”

Withdrawing until only the tip of his glans remained inside, Haeju exhaled sharply and slammed his hips home with brutal, unrestrained force. Shin-hoo’s vision whited out completely. Through the gaps in his fingers, Haeju’s expression was nothing but a beautiful, terrifying blur.

“Ha. Hahaha.”

His sapphire eyes blazing with euphoric madness, Haeju threw his head back and laughed—a dark, feral sound.

“Just how far… are you trying to drive a person…” Shin-hoo gasped out.

“Ngh, haa… It feels so good. Fuck, right there… ahh…”

It was impossible to tell where his own sensations ended and Haeju’s began. He felt like he was liquefying into the mattress. It was akin to burying himself entirely within the suffocating embrace of a massive beast, willingly plummeting off a sheer cliff.

His mouth hung open in a silent scream, the pleasure stripping him of his voice. Thrashing his head from side to side, Shin-hoo buried his face into Haeju’s chest, drenching the hard muscle with his own drool and tears.

He had reached his absolute limit. Battered by shame and drowned in sensory overload, his body easily surrendered to a shattering climax. As Shin-hoo locked up, his muscles twitching in fine, rapid spasms, a fresh wave of electric stimulation short-circuited his brain. Forced to simultaneously process Haeju’s own explosive release as the man reached the summit with him, Shin-hoo’s consciousness snapped like a blown fuse, plunging him into blissful, pitch-black oblivion.

***

Shin-hoo stood motionless, his gaze locked onto the pitch-black monitor. Deep lines bracketed his eyes—physical proof of the years that had slipped by, a bygone era heavy with hard-won experience and monumental achievements.

When the Association President approached him, his face a mask of grim despair, Shin-hoo reached out and replayed the video he had already watched a dozen times. The grainy, heavily corrupted CCTV footage flickered to life.

Bzzzt.

Through the static-laced screen, a haggard, thoroughly exhausted Kwon Haeju came into view. He stood in a surreal, violently chaotic space, the floor littered with shattered glass vials and a tangled mess of severed cables.

Dressed in immaculate white clothing, Haeju held a slender, silver instrument in his hand. Upon closer inspection, it was a scalpel, completely drenched in blood.

…

The Haeju on the screen didn’t utter a single word. With a face as pallid as a corpse, he slowly tilted his head up and stared dead into the camera lens. It was a chilling, deliberate gaze, as if he were staring directly at Shin-hoo across the chasm of time.

Surrounding Haeju were mountains of butchered corpses. Every single one of them wore a pristine white lab coat, marking them as researchers.

“What do you make of this footage?” Shin-hoo asked softly.

Having already verified the coordinates of that CCTV feed, the Association President’s face was completely drained of color.

Kwon Haeju, the legendary Hunter who had quietly vanished to a remote island after his retirement, had just been discovered in the underground laboratory of a nation on the exact opposite side of the globe. And that specific laboratory belonged to a syndicate recently infamous for abducting Hunters to conduct horrific, illegal human experimentation.

“U-Um… We lost contact with the island during our routine check-ins a while ago,” the President stammered, sweating bullets. “We assumed it was just Hunter Kwon Haeju being temperamental, but to think he was actually here…”

“Exactly how long ago did you lose contact?”

“Roughly… two months ago, sir.”

“Haa.” Shin-hoo rubbed his temples, a headache blooming behind his eyes.

He had deliberately installed this man as the Association President because he was docile and easy to control, but the fool had finally managed to orchestrate a massive catastrophe. And with something this critically important, no less.

“B-But sir, Hunter Kwon Haeju hadn’t made a single move in the two years since he went into isolation! We truly believed the situation had stabilized. P-Plus, who would have ever imagined that Hunter Kwon Haeju could be kidnapped…?”

“You certainly have a lot of excuses,” Shin-hoo cut in, his voice frigid.

There was a limit to administrative negligence. To leave a walking nuclear deterrent like Kwon Haeju completely unsupervised without conducting proper surveillance… Shin-hoo was so utterly appalled he could barely find the words to reprimand the man.

Granted, the President’s logic wasn’t entirely flawed. Kwon Haeju was not the sort of man who could be easily subdued or abducted. But exceptions existed in every facet of reality. Kwon Haeju was an existential threat, a VIP who needed to be strictly managed and controlled precisely to prevent those very exceptions from occurring.

“S-So, what happened to the ringleaders of the syndicate?” the President asked nervously.

“Can’t you tell just by looking? They’ve been annihilated. Kwon Haeju slaughtered every last one of them.”

“Is that… a good thing?”

“Don’t be an idiot. It is the absolute worst-case scenario.”

Clicking his tongue in deep agitation, Shin-hoo anxiously chewed on his lower lip.

For years, the Association had been hunting a radical faction openly rebelling against their authority. Having amassed considerable wealth and power through the black market, the syndicate routinely abducted or assassinated uncooperative Hunters.

Emboldened by their continued evasion of justice, they had recently escalated their operations, plotting to ambush and capture high-ranking Hunters. Terrifyingly, several of those operations had actually succeeded.

But then, out of nowhere, the syndicate completely vanished, as if their very existence had dissolved into water. Smelling blood in the water, the Saint Guild had personally launched an investigation to track their remaining movements. This harrowing CCTV footage was the culmination of that search.

“B-But surely it is a blessing that such a dangerous organization has been eradicated,” the President reasoned weakly. “Though, of course, given that it was Hunter Kwon Haeju’s doing, we can hardly celebrate…”

“I do not care about who gets the credit for exterminating rats,” Shin-hoo snapped. “The aftermath is the real problem.”

Who wiped out the criminals was entirely irrelevant to the impending disaster.

Shin-hoo hit replay on the console.

On the screen, Haeju—still staring blankly into the camera with dead, frosted eyes—raised the scalpel once more. Gripping the slender handle, he pressed his other hand against the very tip of the blade, firmly bracing it to ensure the metal wouldn’t snap or slip.

…

Mouthing a small, silent word, Haeju violently drove the scalpel directly into his own throat.

It was a horrifyingly clean, efficient motion, completely devoid of hesitation. Arterial spray exploded from his half-severed neck, instantly dyeing his pristine white clothes a brilliant, sickening crimson. Without a single sound, Kwon Haeju collapsed to the floor.

It was an absurdly easy, anti-climactic death—a pathetic end utterly unfitting for an S-Rank Hunter.

“Gasp…!” The Association President slapped a hand over his mouth, recoiling from the monitor in horror. “Why on earth… After single-handedly resolving the situation, why would he take his own life…?”

“Because his guild members were all taken hostage,” Shin-hoo stated bleakly. “The comrades who accompanied him into his island isolation.”

And every single one of them was already dead. The Saint Guild assault teams who had eventually breached the syndicate’s stronghold knew this for a fact, having recovered their butchered corpses, which had been unceremoniously piled together in a mass grave.