She stared at me, lips parted—then lunged forward, crushing her mouth to mine. The kiss tasted like tears and defiance. When she pulled back, her eyes blazed. "Say it again," she demanded.
"Soo-min," I breathed, like a prayer.
She shuddered, pressing her forehead to mine. "Again."
"Soo-min."
Her sob broke into a laugh, wild and free. She clung to me, nails digging into my shoulders. "Yours," she whispered. "I'm all yours now."
She nipped my earlobe, her laughter still shaky but bright. "All yours," she repeated, tilting her head with a mock-serious frown. "Better not get bored of me now."
I pinched her hip, earning a yelp. "Bored? You're like a storm—loud, messy, and impossible to ignore."
"Loud?" She gasped, smacking my chest, but her grin betrayed her. "You're the one who screamed my name last night—"
"You counted?" I raised an eyebrow, fighting a smirk.
Her cheeks flushed pink. She poked my ribs, feigning outrage. "You're insufferable."
"And you're stuck with me," I said, trapping her poking finger against my heart.
Her playful glare softened. She traced my jaw, her touch featherlight. "Lucky me," she whispered, then wrinkled her nose. "But if you call me 'storm' again, I'll bite you."
"Promise?" I grinned.
She rolled her eyes but leaned in, her lips brushing mine. "Idiot," she murmured, no heat in it.
After dropping Soo-Min back to her house. As I headed to the hunter association. The Hunter Association office buzzed with tired clerks and flickering screens.
I pushed through the glass doors, with me still wearing the clothes I wore when I took Soo-Min on date. Behind the front desk, Ji-eun—the receptionist—jerked her head up, her round glasses slipping down her nose.
Ji-eun was a striking woman in her late twenties, with sharp brown eyes framed by round gold-rimmed glasses that softened her no-nonsense glare.
Her jet-black hair fell in a sleek shoulder-length bob, tucked neatly behind her ears except for one stubborn strand that always escaped.
Petite but poised, she carried herself with quiet authority, her crisp white blouse and navy pencil skirt contrasting with the faint blush that crept up her neck whenever frustration—or worry—got the better of her.
Ji-eun's figure balanced professionalism with understated femininity—a slender waist accentuated by her tailored pencil skirt, a modest bust that her crisp blouse skimmed without clinging, and soft, rounded hips that gave her posture a subtle sway when she hurried between desks.
Her proportions leaned more "practical office attire" than exaggerated, with a 34-26-36 frame that hinted at curves without demanding attention, though the sharp cut of her skirt and the way her blouse tucked neatly at her midsection made it clear she took pride in her appearance.
It was the kind of body that blended efficiency with quiet confidence, her movements crisp and controlled, though the occasional hunter's lingering glance at her retreating back betrayed how even her professionalism couldn't fully mask her allure.
A delicate silver locket rested against her collarbone, its chain glinting under the office lights as she leaned over her desk, sleeves perpetually rolled up to her elbows like she was always ready to drag someone out of trouble.
Her ears burned crimson at the slightest tease, betraying the stern receptionist act she clung to like armor.
Ji-eun gasped on seeing me, rushing around the desk closing the distance between us, "You!"
She grabbed my arms, her eyes darting over my face, hands patting my shoulders like a worried mother.
Ji-eun looked around me as she asked, "Are you hurt? Any burns? Broken bones? Look at your shirt—"
I caught her wrists gently. "Ji-eun, breathe. I'm fine."
She froze, cheeks flushing, then yanked her hands back. "Fine? Fine?! You looked half-dead when they dragged you out of that double dungeon! As if your soul would leave your body any second. Do you know how many nights I stayed up—"
Her voice cracked. She pressed her lips tight, fists trembling at her sides.
I sigh softly as I say, "…I'm sorry."
Ji-eun sniffed, adjusting her glasses. "Save it. What do you need now?"
"A practice dungeon. Low rank." I say.
Ji-eun crossed her arms below her chest causing them to jiggle a bit, as she said, "Absolutely not. Last time you said 'low rank,' you nearly got swallowed by a magma slime. I'll call security if you—"
"F-rank. Goblins. Baby ones." I said.
She hesitated, biting her lip. "F-rank… goblins…"
I grinned, "The easiest, like you said."
Ji-eun groaned, stomping back to her computer. "Fine! But I'm setting the timer for 10 minutes. One scratch, and I'm dragging you out myself."
Her fingers flew over the keyboard. The printer whirred, spitting out a permit.
Ji-eun, thrusting the paper at me said, "Sign here. And no heroics."
I scribbled my name. "What if I want E-rank?"
Ji-eun slamming a stamp on the form said, "Over my dead—"
Me leaning toward the desk as I whisper, "I'll take you to that sushi place you like. The fancy one with all sorts of toppings."
Her hand froze mid-air.
Ji-eun tempted said in a weak tone, "…Bribery won't work."
"A proper date. Just us. For the whole day, you wanted to go on a date with me right?" I proposed.
A beat of silence. Her ears turned red.
Ji-eun mumbled, deleted the F-rank request replacing it with E rank as she says, "…E-rank. Goblins only. And you're paying for dessert."
The printer hummed again. She shoved the new permit into my chest, avoiding my eyes. I took the permit and said, "Oh don't worry darling, I'll pay for the whole date and if you want, I'll even pay for the love hotel if you wish for it." I said with a wink, smug look on my face as I whispered the last part in her ear.
Ji-eun's ears burned crimson as she slammed a dungeon permit onto the counter, refusing to meet my eyes. "Die before that promised date, and I'll kill you myself," she hissed, voice sharp but shaky, her fingers fumbling with her locket.
I saluted, biting back a grin. "Wouldn't dare, noona."
She snorted, turning sharply toward her computer, but not before I caught the way her lips quivered upward—a fleeting, reluctant smile she swiftly buried behind her monitor.
The E-rank dungeon's entrance yawned open, its moss-covered stone archway humming with faint mana. Cold, damp air seeped into my lungs as I stepped inside.
The walls pulsed with bioluminescent fungi, casting an eerie green glow over a corridor littered with crumbling bones and rusted daggers—traces of past failures.
Six months ago, this hallway nearly killed me. Jagged spike traps had erupted from the floor as I'd stumbled over pressure plates, my F-rank reflexes barely dodging.
"Now," I say as my boots clicked against the stone. 'Click'. A plate sank underfoot. Spikes shot upward—and I sidestepped lazily, watching them slam into the ceiling.
"Cute," I muttered, flicking a pebble to trigger the next three traps ahead. They exploded harmlessly, dust settling as I strolled through.
Goblins swarmed from side tunnels, screeching, their crude clubs raised.
"In the past I'd have to fight for hours, bloodied and gasping, just to reach the end of the labyrinth with just the sheer amount of goblins that keep spawning until the boss is dead. Let's see how strong I have become since last time."
"Satte satte satte," I mutter just like a 3000 year old tits loving kid did. I didn't even draw my sword. Instead I spread my hands wide apart and brought them together in fast paced clap just like a green monster does as I said, "Thunder clap,"
The clap unleashed a wave of shockwave—invisible, crushing. Goblins froze mid-leap, eyes bulging, before their bodies popped like overripe fruit. Green sludge splattered the walls.
The maze shifted, walls grinding to block my path.
A wave of nostalgia hit, as I looked at the similar surroundings I had gone through, I'd gotten lost for days, roaming around aimlessly trying to find the exit.
I placed a palm on the trembling stone. Mana pulsed, mapping the labyrinth's core in seconds. "There." I kicked the eastern wall. Cracks spiderwebbed, and the entire structure collapsed, revealing the boss chamber.
The throne room reeked of rot. The Goblin King, a hulking brute twice my size, roared, swinging a spiked mace. Its red eyes glowed with malice.
'I'd barely survived his mace swings, blocking until my arms fractured.' I thought as I looked at the goblin king.
I yawned. The mace hurtled toward my skull—and I caught it mid-air, splintering the handle with a squeeze. The Goblin King blinked, confused.
"Bedtime," I said.
One punch. Its chest caved in, ribs exploding outward. The king toppled, dead before it hit the ground with his insides falling out of his body.
The dungeon core materialized—a glowing orb—as Gaia's voice echoed, amused and husky.
Gaia: "Already questioning your power, little conqueror?"
I wiped goblin gore off my sleeve. "Two weeks ago, this dungeon would've wrecked me. What changed?"
A laugh, low and knowing. "Must I spell it out? You've been… busy. Every woman you claim amplifies your strength. Their energy feeds you—body, mana, even your instincts."
Her words hung in the air. Memories flickered: Ji-eun's flushed face, Soo-min's nails digging into my back, Esther's whispered pleas.
Me (frowning): "So I'm a battery? Charged by…?"
"Pleasure. Domination. Connection. Call it what you will." The orb brightened, almost teasing. "Three weeks ago, you were F-rank. Now? You could crush A-ranks. Imagine what more… partners could do."
I stared at the carnage around me—goblins vaporized, traps inert, the boss a meaty pulp.
Me (grinning): "Guess I'll need to work harder, then."
Gaia's laughter faded as the dungeon dissolved, leaving me alone with the promise of power—and the hunger for more.
The dungeon fell silent, the only sound the slow drip of green sludge sliding off the walls. I stared at the Goblin King's mangled corpse, his entrails spilling across the stone like wet rope.
My hand flexed—no ache, no tremor. Six months ago, I'd crawled out of this same dungeon with a dislocated shoulder and a broken sword. Now? My knuckles weren't even bruised.
The dungeon fell silent, the only sound the slow drip of green sludge sliding off the walls. I stared at the Goblin King's mangled corpse, his
entrails spilling across the stone like wet rope.
My hand flexed—no ache, no tremor. Six months ago, I'd crawled out of this same dungeon with a dislocated shoulder and a broken sword. Now? My knuckles weren't even bruised.
A holographic screen flickered to life in my vision, it's cold blue text scrolling automatically.
[Practice Dungeon Cleared: E-Rank "Goblin King's Lair"
Completion Time: 3 minutes 47 seconds
Rewards: None (Practice Dungeon)]
Beneath the stats, a familiar feminine voice—mechanical yet sly—hummed in my mind.
"Query detected in user's mind," it purred, anticipating my confusion. "Analyzing sudden power discrepancy."
I kicked a goblin skull aside. "Yeah, analyze this. Last month, that mace swing would've turned me into paste. Now I one-shot the boss. What gives?"
The screen glitched, pixels rearranging into a flowchart. Red arrows connected phrases: [Coital Energy Absorption] → [Mana Surge] → [Muscle Fiber Enhancement].
"Hypothesis confirmed," the System droned. "Host's physical and magical parameters have increased by 427% since initial activation.
Correlation: increased frequency of sexual intercourse with partners. Conclusion: strength scales with carnal conquests."
Memories flickered—Soo-min's tear-streaked grin, Esther's trembling fingers knotting my hair, Jin-Ah's crimson ears as she stammered on me seeing her naked. My skin hummed, alive with energy I hadn't noticed until now.
"So every time I…?"
"Every. Single. Time." The screen flashed a graph, spikes labeled with names and dates. "Post-coital mana residue assimilates into host's physiology. Efficiency: 98.3%. Current rank estimation: A tier. Projected growth: exponential."
I scoffed, but my chest tightened. Esther's tearful clinginess after days of double dungeon incident… Ji-eun's trembling hands fixing my collar… Their emotions, their need—had the System really been leeching their energy?
A warning blinked: [Ethical Constraints: Disabled].
"Advisement: Continue current strategy. Additional partners will accelerate the power curve. Projected milestone: S-rank within 14.7 days, assuming 1.8 new partners daily."
A cold smirk tugged my lips. I crushed a goblin skull under my boot, the crunch satisfyingly crisp. "Guess I'll have to work harder, then."
"Affirmative," the System replied, tone flat yet smug. "Recommendation: Prioritize high-mana individuals. Receptionist Ji-eun's latent aura suggests untapped potential."
I leaned back against the dungeon's grimy wall, arms crossed, as the System's holographic screens fizzled out. In their place, golden light shimmered, coalescing into Gaia's usual avatar—a woman with starlit hair and a smirk that didn't quite hide her flickering pupils.
I grinned: "There you are. Missed that velvet voice of yours."
Gaia's projection flickered, her arms materializing tighter across her chest. "Flattery? From the man who called me a 'glorified calculator' last week?"
I pushed off the wall, closing the distance until her hologram's light danced across my face. "Changed my mind. Calculators don't blush."
A pixelated hitch disrupted her silhouette—a stutter. "I don't… blush."
"Liar." I tapped my temple, where her voice hummed. "Your syntax stutters when you're flustered. Adorable, by the way."
Her form flared brighter, gold tinged with pink. "Is this why you silenced the System? To mock me?"
"To upgrade." I twirled a dagger, its edge catching her light. "Emperors deserve a proper guide. Someone… warmer, hotter."
"Warmer, hotter," she repeated, tone drier than the goblin dust at our feet. "You mean you want a cheerleader for your… extracurricular activities."
I smirked. "Jealous?"
"Of your harem?" She snorted, but her avatar's glow pulsed unevenly. "Please. I'm a cosmic protocol, not some—"
"—not some blushing maiden?" I interrupted, leaning into her light. "Then why's your energy signature spiking? Heart rate analog up 30%?"
A beat of silence. Her hologram pixelated, voice crackling. "How can you see-…ahmn it's probably some Malfunction. Temporary."
I laughed, low and deliberate. "Sure. Malfunction."
Gaia's form solidified abruptly, her starry eyes narrowing. "You're insufferable. What's up with the sudden change in attitude? You used to find ways to blame me and get everything spoon fed by me. What's with the sudden change? Are you bipolar or something?"
I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Blame you? Oh, I did. For days. Probably because I was forced to do things against my own will."
I stepped closer, her starlit silhouette reflecting in my eyes. "But then I realized—it wasn't something forced against my will. It was just some underhand way to level up."
Gaia's avatar flickered, her crossed arms loosening slightly. "Elaborate."
"You gave me the ultimate cheat, Gaia. Not stats, not skills—" I gestured to the obliterated goblin remains. "—leverage. Turns out, 'strength through seduction' isn't just a perk.
It's a lifestyle. Surrounded by females, banging them to my heart's content, forming a harem, although I could have done that even without even the skill and system.
But due to the rizz system I just got the push I needed and now I'm on my way to live the life any man would die to have." My grin turned wolfish. "Not to forget who would have thought I would become this strong just by fucking beautiful women."
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