Heroine Hunts Heroines-Chapter 104

"Oh, right."

Who did I inherit such sharp, sarcastic humor from?

Before I could react, Rachel had already taken the dildo made from my own scales and thrust it into me.

Squish!

"H-Hnnngh!?"

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I may have made it myself, but this thing is massive—absurdly so. It’s practically the size of my tail in its full, imposing state, like a giant black beast.

The moment it was thrust in, my lower half trembled uncontrollably.

Already heated from the thought of what Rachel and I were about to do, I was instantly pushed to my peak. Having grown used to hitting climax from my own self-pleasure, my body reflexively twisted in response to the overwhelming sensation.

"Fufufu. Look at my darling husband crying so cutely."

Squish, squish, squish, squish.

"Wait, hold on! Just give me a second. W-Wait. No, this is too much—ahhn!♥"

No, no, this is bad. Something is coming.

Rachel peeled back the paper surrounding my clit, exposing it fully, then gripped it tightly and began to stimulate it directly.

"Fufu, what do you think will happen if I add some vibrations to this cute little bean? I bet you’ll start squirming all over."

That wicked smile—she looked ready to devour me whole at any moment.

"Wife, I think it’d be a good idea to stop here for today. At this rate, I might literally die in bed."

"Don’t worry, my dear. Just relax. I’m about to gift you the pleasure of a trembling womb."

"No, that’s a gift I’d rather—"

Squish!

I couldn’t even finish my sentence.

The dildo plunged in all at once, reaching the entrance of my womb.

It was pressing against my cervix, almost as if the dildo itself was kissing it. And every time the paper rubbed against my clit, an overwhelming wave of pleasure crashed through me, threatening to drive me insane.

"W-Wait! Wait! My clit is so sensitive right now—ahhh! It’s not like it’s a circumcised head or anything—Hnnngh!♥"

"Come on, come on. You’re about to cum, aren’t you? Hm?"

"W-Wait, wait, wait—just hold on!"

I was seriously about to lose it. Oh my God, who would’ve thought Rachel had this level of technique?!

It didn’t take much longer before I couldn’t hold back anymore and finally exploded.

Fwooooosh!

Suddenly, my mind went completely blank, and before I knew it, the tension in my lower body gave way as a torrent burst forth.

Caught off guard, Rachel couldn’t react in time and ended up taking it straight to the face.

"Kyaaaah!"

I realized just how much I had released—it was almost shocking to discover how much fluid I could produce.

Caught in waves of overwhelming climax, I was once again reminded of my femininity. This kind of prolonged, consuming pleasure was something I had never experienced in my previous life as a man.

My mind went completely blank, and the surging pleasure radiating from my lower abdomen was beyond words. The intense trembling of my womb and the uncontrollable reactions of my body had already reshaped me into someone incapable of rejecting a male.

Come to think of it, had I ever been with a man before? I couldn’t recall, but that hardly seemed important right now.

Rachel, now soaked in my fluids, looked surprisingly adorable. And it wasn’t just once—I had enthusiastically drenched her face several times over. By now, she was the only elf in existence to have experienced the “blessings of a dragon” so thoroughly.

Now, this was my chance.

"Since you’ve had your fun, it’s my turn now, isn’t it?"

Regaining my composure, I took advantage of Rachel’s momentary confusion, unraveling the paper restraints and pinning her down.

Before she could gather herself, I grabbed her and pushed her back onto the bed.

Fufu, this naughty girl. She probably never imagined she’d end up taking a bath in my fluids.

The scent of this perfect female—her intoxicating aroma—only drove me further into a frenzy.

"W-Wait, what are you—"

"I don’t usually do this, but for my dear Rachel, I’ll make an exception and give your clit some extra special attention."

Title: Clit Bibimbap.

A clit with its hood peeled back becomes exquisitely sensitive. If a man could feel something similar, it might be akin to the sensation of an exposed glans freshly emerged from its sheath.

"W-Wait! H-Hold on!"

Look at her saying that now, when she didn’t give me any reprieve earlier.

The infamous Clit Bibimbap—a dish she’s tasted countless times over the past hundred years.

Yet, even after all that, Rachel still isn’t used to it. She shudders every time, unable to handle the intensity.

And yet, she admits it doesn’t feel bad. Quite the opposite. She says the mix of slight pain and overwhelming pleasure rushing through her is utterly addicting.

"Rachel, I had a dream."

"Huh?"

"A dream where I was rubbing a small, pink slime until it melted away. I really want to try it for real."

Of course, when I say “slime,” I’m really just talking about Rachel’s clit.

"That sounds like torture! You’ve done it to me so many times already!"

"And yet you peeled my hood back without hesitation? Look at me—I’m still climaxing while stuffed with a dildo made from my own scales."

As much as I hate to admit it, the feeling of the dildo deeply lodged inside me is oddly satisfying. It’s like it’s filling a hollow, empty space perfectly, leaving me feeling complete. The way it stimulates all the right spots makes my walls keep contracting around it, making it nearly impossible to pull out.

So naturally, I deserve some repayment, don’t I?

”Sluuurp.”

With a reverent heart, I approached Rachel’s pussy.

It might seem absurd, doing this while still stuffed with a dildo myself, but I’m no fool—I wouldn’t let the prize right in front of me slip away.

I reached out toward the delicate, pink little bean in front of me.

Rub, rub, rub, rub—

"Kyaaaaah!"

With my palm, I relentlessly rubbed back and forth, delivering an act of sexual torment that should never be done.

Rachel had tormented me earlier, so it was only fair that she took her punishment.

Surely, she wouldn’t find this satisfying in the slightest—or perhaps she would? Each time I rubbed her clit, a mix of pained wails and ecstatic moans, like those of a bitch in heat, spilled uncontrollably from her lips.

"Hnnngh… H-Hnggh… P-Please forgive me. Wait, I think I’ve lost my mind. H-Huh? Aahhh!♥"

"Fufufu. Forgiveness isn’t an option."

After a while of relentless rubbing, white fluids began dripping from Rachel’s pussy.

As I kept squeezing and rubbing her clit, it was as though her body couldn’t handle the intensity—her hips twitched reflexively, mimicking the movements of a freshly caught fish.

"Hah… Haaaah… Y-You… It’s too sensitive. S-Stop it already."

"Alright, alright. If I give you the poison, I should offer the cure too, shouldn’t I? Let’s finish this, then."

"F-Finish it? Wait, is your tongue splitting? No, you can’t—don’t do that!"

Ignoring her protests, I coiled my snake-like tongue around her clit, teasing it with the forked ends as I mercilessly played with her sensitive spot.

Slurp, slurp, slurp.

Rachel clung tightly to the bed sheets, her hips trembling uncontrollably.

Her clitoris had swollen even more than before, making it the perfect target for my teasing tongue.

The lewd pheromones wafting from her pussy completely shattered what little was left of my self-control.

In the end, I became nothing more than a beast, consumed by desire. After mercilessly licking her clit, I pulled the dildo from my own slick, soaked depths and thrust it straight into Rachel’s waiting hole.

Squish, squelch, squish!

"Oohhh… Hnnngghhhh!♥"

With the dildo buried deep inside her, I used my tongue to squeeze and tease her swollen clit.

The relentless combination of the dildo pounding her all the way to her cervix and my tongue mercilessly stimulating her clit drove Rachel over the edge.

Her hips arched sharply one final time, and she gripped the sheets tightly as a torrent burst forth from her trembling body.

Fwooooosh!

As Rachel, half-lost in ecstasy, lay panting and dazed, I leaned in close to her ear and whispered seductively:

"The night is still young. I’ll make sure you feel as much as Reyna did.♥"

***

Seoul

In a quiet alleyway, a man with a shiny bald head entered a bar, folding his large umbrella as he stepped inside. Despite the rainy and overcast day, he appeared as sharp and composed as ever.

This bar had been a regular hangout spot for him and his childhood friends since they were young. As he walked through the dimly lit room, he approached another man drinking alone.

"It’s been a long time. Meeting face to face like this feels like ages," he said.

"Choi Chul-shik. What brings you here?"

Choi Chul-shik, once known as the Warrior of the Sun, narrowed his eyes at his old comrade and now President, Ha Jung-seok.

"You probably already know what I’m about to say, don’t you? We still don’t fully understand Baekhwa’s capabilities or her forces. And yet, here you are, rushing in blindly without assessing the situation."

Ha Jung-seok, who had been feeling pleasantly buzzed from the alcohol, frowned at Choi’s words.

When did this guy become such a coward? Sure, Choi had always been cautious, but he had never been this timid. Now, here he was, gulping down his drink while flaring up like an old man on the verge of a tantrum.

"Why are you so scared? If Baekhwa and those freaks from Songdo were really that big of a deal, they would’ve caused far more problems by now. Even Yoo Jin-seok admitted he was just going easy on her."

Ha Jung-seok shook his head, irritated. How did he grow so weak with age?

"You idiot," Choi snapped, his frustration evident. "Why would you poke a hornet’s nest when we don’t even know the full extent of their power? You’re not some street thug; you’re the head of state! Do you have any idea how reckless this decision is?"

Choi ran a hand over his smooth scalp, as though the stress was threatening to make the nonexistent hair fall out all over again.

"Have you ever considered me as a proper president? Look at the Korean Guild Alliance—it’s the strongest in the world. Even Shinohara wouldn’t dare touch it. And you think some inexperienced upstart like Baekhwa stands a chance? Listen, Choi Chul-shik, I was a Hunter before I was president. Baekhwa is just a media-hyped brat."

No matter how strong she was, her abilities boiled down to basic mental manipulation and physical enhancements. Her companions were somewhat of a concern, but Korea’s guilds were powerful enough to hold their own, even if they didn’t act entirely in Ha Jung-seok’s favor.

Would some girl who had been playing warlord in an outlawed city really stand a chance against Korea’s guilds? Not a chance.

Sure, Songdo’s situation was regrettable, but even pretending to fight back would be enough to sway public opinion. That alone would count as half the battle won.

"And what if Baekhwa retaliates?" Choi pressed.

"You’ve grown more cowardly with age. With that shiny head of yours, shouldn’t the answer be obvious? Baekhwa only resorted to threats because she lacks the power to back them up."

Baekhwa might have abilities worth noting, but invading Seoul was a different story altogether.

How much power could she consolidate in Songdo, really? Even the villains across the country wouldn’t align with her once they caught wind of the Guild Alliance’s movements. At best, she could rally a few thousand, while Seoul had a population of over ten million.

Among her forces, maybe a few hundred were actual threats—mutants, villains—but even then, Seoul was fortified, with its Hunters and the military still fully operational.

"What could they possibly do against thousands of Hunters and tens of thousands of soldiers? Not to mention the countless unregistered Hunters who would resist her forces?"

"You should still tread carefully," Choi muttered.

"Leave that for when we’ve caught Baekhwa. Honestly, do you really think some backwater bumpkin gathering a small force in Songdo stands a chance of conquering Seoul? It’s like a rural villager dreaming of hitting it big in the city."

It sounded convincing, but it wasn’t entirely true. After all, they knew as little about Baekhwa’s capabilities as she likely knew about theirs. Attacking recklessly wasn’t without risk.

"You’re impossible to reason with," Choi said with a sigh.

This man was utterly infuriating. Choi found himself reminiscing about their days at the Hunter Academy. Perhaps he should’ve recognized Ha Jung-seok’s dangerous ambition back then.

No, wait, he thought.

He’s always been like this.

Looking back, Ha Jung-seok had always been insufferable—arrogant, petty, and conniving. This wasn’t new; it was simply who he was. Expecting anything better had been Choi’s own mistake.

With a resigned sigh, Choi placed money for the drinks on the table and stood up.

"You’ve never changed—not from the beginning, and not now."

"A man should stay true to himself," Ha Jung-seok replied with a smirk.

What a thing to be proud of.

No, some people should never stay true to themselves. Ha Jung-seok was one of them.

Choi held his tongue and left the bar. Watching him go, Ha Jung-seok muttered bitterly to himself:

"You haven’t changed either, drinking up someone else’s booze. That rainbow snake wine wasn’t easy to get, you know."