"Haaah, haah."
"Haaahng... Hngh, haahng, aaah-aaahng...!"
The panting of a beast.
Slap, slap, slap, slap!
Squish, squelch, sploosh, squelch...♥
A space filled only with the sounds of bodies, drenched in each other's fluids, colliding fiercely.
"Oppa, Oppaa...!"
Kim Dojin and Han Juyeon were utterly consumed by their desire for each other.
Even the Saintess, listening to these sounds from outside, had long been forgotten from their minds.
Only instinct stood sharp and keen.
To desire the woman, the man, before them, without restraint.
"I love you, I love you, I love youuu...♥"
Endless declarations of love followed.
A love exceptionally heavy, even compared to other women, overwhelmed his entire body.
It was regrettable.
How painful must have been the time she spent living with this feeling.
At the same time, he resolved.
He would surely repay the time she had lived, embracing only one man—himself.
He whispered into her ear, as she howled like a beast.
"I love you too."
He had been utterly rejected by the woman he believed to be his first and last love.
No matter his feelings, that fact remained unchanged.
How could he possibly understand the path she had taken solely for her ideals, without a single word to him?
Those long years had been agonizing to the bone, and now, he even felt a sense of betrayal.
That was why the word "love" terrified him.
But because staying stuck, unable to move forward, blocked by the remnants of the past, was even more terrifying.
"I love you, Han Juyeon."
He whispered, pressing his true feelings into words he had only been able to express falsely until now.
"I love you."
"Hngh...!"
"I said I love you."
"Hwooh...♥"
Every time he uttered the words "I love you," her pussy rapidly tightened.
As if the words "I love you" themselves were her erogenous zone.
He revealed his desire for the utterly lovely woman before him.
"Now you're mine."
"Yes, yes-heh... My body, my heart, everything is Oppa's...♥"
He extended the hand that had been gripping her slender waist and moved it beneath her breasts.
"From now on, I'm going to engrave a mark that proves you're mine."
"A, a mark...?"
"Yes, a mark."
Her bewildered face was then dyed with ecstasy.
"Y-yes, I like it. I like it so much...!"
It was what she had wished for.
She wanted to become his unchanging person, marked by an indelible brand.
Because it was a dream she had cherished for a long time.
However, Kim Dojin didn't act immediately.
As she accepted so readily, a playful mood struck him.
"Are you sure you really want it?"
"Yes, yes...!"
"For someone who wants it so much, your pussy's grip is pretty weak..."
"Ah, ahh..."
Pale with shock, she hurriedly tightened her pussy.
The inside of her vagina rapidly constricted.
The already incredibly tight interior constricted even further, making it difficult to even move.
Kim Dojin, overcoming the resistance with force, continued to thrust and withdraw.
Squelch, squelch!
"Kuh... Yes, that's it."
The ultimate tightness, a sensation only an S-rank Hunter with infinitely superior physical abilities could experience.
Savoring it, he thrust his glans against her cervix, her weak point, like a battering ram pounding on fortress gates.
Thwack!
Push!
Push!
"Uwooh-ooh-ooh...♥"
A fierce reaction came instantly.
Her eyes, as she threw her head back, rolled back slightly before returning to their original position.
"Haaah, haah... O-Oppa, that's too dangerous..."
Push!
"Ugoohk♥"
Her mind was turning pure white.
Her last remaining reason warned her of danger.
'D-dangerous...'
That the current pleasure was dangerous.
That if she continued like this, she might truly become a fool.
'I, I have to stop.'
She couldn't easily speak.
No, she couldn't.
"O-Oppa... Hngh-guh-ooh-ooh-oohk...♥"
Because every time she tried to speak, he deliberately poked her weak point, cutting off her words.
Even though he clearly knew this, Kim Dojin asked mischievously.
"Don't just howl like a bitch, Juyeon, you have to speak, don't you?"
"Haaah, haah... P-please, just a moment's re... Hwoohk...!"
Thwack!
Push!
Squelch, squelch.
Knowing what she was trying to say, Kim Dojin persistently blocked her words.
Things like becoming a fool, or dying.
She was probably trying to say the things women sometimes utter during sex.
But that was wrong.
Kim Dojin knew better than anyone.
That the human body, the human mind, didn't collapse so easily.
The danger signaled in her mind was simply because what came after was 'unknown.'
She was only afraid because it was a completely unknown territory.
So.
"You can let go without worry. Even if you really become a fool, it's fine."
"Uwoohk, oohk, ugooh-ooh-oohk...!"
He whispered to her, who could now only howl like a beast.
"Because then, I'll just use you as my personal onahole."
"Hngh-ek♥"
Her moan, no, her very breath, stopped for a moment.
Into her mind, which had turned pure white, his words struck like lightning.
'Ah, it's okay.'
She was relieved.
That even if she became a fool, being by his side wouldn't change.
It blurred.
The boundary between dream and reality.
She felt that this moment of mingling bodies with him was gradually returning from the realm of dreams to reality.
So, she pleaded.
"M-my pussy, Juyeon's pussy, which I've kept for over ten years, only for Oppa... Please employ me as Oppa's personal onahole...♥"
"Kuh...!"
The urge to ejaculate surged.
He never imagined she would counterattack in such a way.
His hand gripping her slender waist naturally tightened.
After securing a stable grip, he began thrusting like crazy.
Thwack, thwack, thwack, thwack!
"Ugh, hek, hngh-ek, hngh-guh-eung...!"
Squelch, squelch, squish, squelch...!
"Kya-heung, hik, uh-hngh, hwooh-ohng...♥"
Semen began to gush out.
Realizing ejaculation was not far off, he gave one last powerful thrust, pushing his dick in to open the gates of her cervix.
"Kuh...! I'm cumming, Juyeon!"
"Yes, yes-heh... Please cum refreshingly into Oppa's personal onahole pussy...♥"
From his glans, pressing down as if crushing her cervix, semen that had been held back until the very last moment gushed out.
Splurt-!
"Oh-gohk♥"
The semen, gushing out with powerful momentum, added another stimulation to her crushed cervix.
Splurt!
Splurt!
"Ugh, hngh, heh-eh-eh..."
As ejaculation was nearing its end.
Pop...!
"Ungh-kut... Hweh-eh-eh-eh♥"
As he forcibly pulled out his dick, which she was still tightly gripping and wouldn't let go, her upper body, which had been supported by her arms and legs on the bed, collapsed as the strength left them.
Thud!
Every time her body trembled, semen gushed out from her highly swollen pussy.
That intense visual stimulation made Kim Dojin's dick, which had momentarily gone soft, hard again.
Slide.
"Uwoohk...♥"
Han Juyeon, with her head buried in the bed, howled like a sow.
And so, for a second, third, fourth, and fifth time.
After ejaculating, pressing down on her cervix without fail, Kim Dojin laid the half-unconscious woman flat and placed his hand beneath her breast.
"You did well, Juyeon."
And let's continue to do well together.
He then engraved the mark he had promised her just moments ago.
`[Brand of Avaritia.]`
A portion of Avaritia, flowing from his palm, seeped into her skin where it made contact.
A mark engraved not with ink or magic power, but with the very source of his own strength.
Thus, it would naturally remain while she lived, and would not vanish even after death.
In a way, a mark more terrible than the brands etched onto slaves was clearly engraved.
Shin Yujeong, Seo Jeong-hee, Im Na-eun, Yoon Ji-an, and finally, Han Juyeon.
"This makes five..."
As he gazed at the brand etched onto her skin, writhing with a dizzying sensation as if he had become a fiend,
A message appeared before his eyes.
`[The amount of Avaritia absorbed from those branded with the Brand of Avaritia has reached a certain threshold.]`
`[One of your locked abilities has been unlocked.]`
`[The unlocked ability 'Desire for Advancement (ä¸ææ ¾)' is applied to those who received the brand.]`
"Oh."
An unexpected jackpot had just hit.
The next day's breakfast was shared by the party members who had participated in the Dragon Raid, along with the Saintess.
The reason was that Irina had expressed her intention to return home on a morning flight.
We felt a sense of regret.
After all, they were comrades who had crossed the line of death together, no matter what.
Even though the Saintess suggested she stay a little longer to catch up, she declined.
"I appreciate the offer, but I can't be away any longer."
She added a remark.
"My adoptive father is probably making endless protest calls to the Vatican, isn't he?"
"Huhu... So you knew."
The Saintess admitted it readily.
I hadn't known.
I never imagined they would be making protest calls from Russia.
At the same time, I was puzzled.
"...They make protest calls just because she was away for a short while?"
Even if she was a hero who saved the nation, wasn't that a bit excessive?
Just as I thought that.
"There's someone who doesn't like me wandering around outside, you see. I didn't even get permission to come out this time."
"...You mean?"
"Unbefitting my age... you could say I ran away from home."
"Oh, um."
It seemed plausible that calls would come.
But the relationship between Russia and her seemed worse than expected.
For a nation's guardian to dislike her wandering outside meant they didn't trust her that much.
To put it bluntly, they were anxious that she might accept an offer from another country and defect.
And I suspected the cause of that distrust lay with Russia.
The Irina I knew wasn't someone to be distrusted like that.
Of course, I hadn't seen everything, so I couldn't be certain.
She said.
"Let's catch up on what we couldn't do later. I'll invite you to Russia soon, so don't refuse."
"Well, alright."
"Heh heh... They say whiskey in a cold country is especially good, don't they?"
"Just call, and I'll be there."
His comrades readily accepted.
I did too.
"This feeling is new."
As if moved by this, a warm smile formed on her cold face.
"Being with people I get along with... it was this enjoyable."
I'll correct myself.
The smile on her lips looked somehow bitter and lonely.
To say it was her first time being with people she got along with.
What kind of life was she living in Russia, exactly?
"Alright, let's eat before it gets cold."
Pleasant times always end in an instant.
After finishing what was a rather grand meal for breakfast, she immediately set off on her way home.
"Since we've promised to meet again, let's part with happy hearts for now."
Even her farewell was truly like her.
Refreshing and clean.
After she departed in the car provided by the Orthodox Church.
"Hey."
Angela, with a grinning face, poked my arm and asked.
"Got some time now?"
"I do have time, but..."
What's up?
"It's about time we started, isn't it?"
"...Started what?"
"The Black Stone, I mean. Aren't you going to make it?"
"Ah."
I'd completely forgotten for a moment.