Chapter 1274

<Episode 1274> 1274. Pheromone Monster

World Hunter Association HQ. On the 11th floor, a man and woman sat facing each other.

Selina, the long platinum-haired lady from the Intelligence Division, handed over some documents to Volta, the Hispanic leader of Special Ops Team 3.

“Here’s information about Chief Booshi and his affiliates.”

“Chief Booshi… I still don’t get it. Sure, he’s kinda wacky, but I don’t see him as world-threatening.”

“Didn’t you watch his press conference earlier?”

“Yeah, it was hilarious! Better than most comedy shows!”

“Chief Booshi is not fit for politics.”

Selina absentmindedly flicked her hair behind her shoulder. Her face was as stiff as her wrinkle-free suit.

“To be honest, I still don’t understand why Chief Booshi would threaten the world. Sure, he’s reckless, but at the end of the day, he’s just an ordinary guy. Even if he goes berserk, others aren’t stupid enough to sit idly by.”

“I don’t know all the details either. As you know, my ability only vaguely predicts future incidents and accidents.”

“That’s the problem. The idea of future-Booshi starting a World War is so absurd it makes me laugh.”

“Not just any World War. A war where all Hunters worldwide join the battlefield. The world will be in chaos.”

Volta leaned back on his chair and skimmed through the papers.

“To impeach this guy, we’ll need to use Bluecad.”

“Just subtly support Bluecad.”

“What a hassle.”

“We must impeach Chief Booshi before it’s too late.”

“How about assassination?”

“You’re suggesting assassinating the U.S. President? Bold move.”

“Joking. Doing that would probably cost more than just quitting my job. But do we really have to act now?”

“Have you forgotten the China incident?”

“There was nothing we could do. The Chinese government refused to cooperate.”

“And the Chinese economy collapsed.”

“China is recovering quickly. And last time with that cult… wasn’t it called Guangyuan Sect? Things resolved themselves without our intervention. Honestly, your prediction was completely off then. End-of-world evil spirits? Looking back, it’s ridiculous.”

“It’s not ridiculous. That incident may have been resolved easily, but evil spirits do exist. Didn’t you witness them using strange powers?”

“Who said I don’t believe in evil spirits? What I find ridiculous is the idea that they can destroy our world. Our world isn’t weak enough to fall to them.”

“…”

Selina fell silent.

She had felt the impending doom during that time, but she couldn’t share Volta’s optimism.

“Anyway, I’ll carry out the mission.”

Volta picked up the documents and stood up. Before leaving the room, he turned back to Selina.

“By the way, during the cult incident, there were signs of external interference. Do you know who it was?”

“No idea. My ability only sees the future…”


“All I can vaguely sense are dangerous incidents and accidents about to happen.”

“…Don’t be too hard on yourself. Your abilities are more than enough to save the world. And who knows, one day they might evolve even further.”

“I’m not blaming myself. I’m simply doing what needs to be done.”

Creeeak.

The car stopped in a densely built-up area. It was rather dim compared to the number of buildings, and the sight of old structures suggested this wasn’t a great neighborhood.

“Get out! We need to lose the trackers here!”

Sophia quickly exited and sprinted between buildings. I followed her. After running for quite some time, she entered the basement of one building.

“Huff… Huff…”

She panted heavily, sweat dripping down her face. Meanwhile, perfectly fine me pulled out a handkerchief from my pocket and handed it to her.

“Here, use this.”

“…Thank you.”

She wiped her sweat with the handkerchief as I pretended to look around but sneakily glanced at her.

“…So, where exactly are we? Is this Sophia’s place?”

“There’s no way I could go home in this situation. This is a workshop provided by BlueCad. A safe spot from trackers.”

On the table sat a computer, alongside an old wooden chair, a single-person bed, and a small kitchen with a tiny fridge. The place felt less like a studio apartment and more like a high-end dormitory.

Sophia immediately sat in front of the computer and started typing away. I took a seat on the bed, which, despite its less-than-appealing appearance, was satisfyingly new.

“…I’ve contacted BlueCad. They’re also investigating… It’ll take some time for them to send over information. So…”

Sophia turned her chair around and looked at me. A bead of sweat trickled down her neck.

Her eyes revealed a mix of caution, fear, and excitement.

“You said your name was Kyle, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“And your family name?”

“Male… Haha, just kidding. Don’t glare at me like that. I don’t have a last name. Kyle is just a pseudonym.”

She stared at me, clearly unimpressed. She then shrugged off her coat, tossing it aside. Her wet blouse clung to her body, revealing her figure.

Was it because she’d already had a child? Upon closer inspection, there were traces of extra fat, though not unattractive. In fact, her curvy figure stirred something within me. Especially her ample E-cup breasts—slightly sagging, they looked incredibly soft.

“Are you planning to tell me your real name?”

“Nope. Besides, it doesn’t matter.”

“…Are you a Hunter?”

“Maybe not.”

“Why did you help me?”

I killed the bartender in a fit of rage. Anyway, it was Kyle’s face, and we weren’t even in Korea, so I impulsively killed him. But I didn’t admit the truth.

“Because I wanted to help Sophia.”

Sophia’s lips opened and closed repeatedly, as if trying to say something but ultimately deciding against it.

“…Do you know who that bartender was?”

“Who was he?”

“He belonged to a mafia organization often frequented by Judge Boshi. He was an awakened criminal. The mafia will probably be looking for us.”

“I see. So killing the bartender isn’t really a big issue?”

“Yes. There’s too much dirt involved, so Judge Boshi won’t dare publicize this. But why are you so calm? Aren’t you scared?”

“Not particularly.”

“…Why did you help me?”

“Same question as before. Same answer: I helped because I wanted to help Sophia.”

Sophia exhaled—not from breathlessness, but a deep, warm sigh rising from somewhere lower. I could sense her arousal.

The pheromone-infused perfume was working its magic.

“If I ask for your help again, would you continue to assist me?”

“Hmm… Maybe for a week?”

A brief silence fell as she pondered deeply.

“…You’ve been staring at my chest ever since we got here. Your intentions are pretty obvious.”

“I’ve been looking at your face and butt too, Sophia.”

“…”

“Sophia, while we’re here like this…”


It’s not boring, is it?”

“My head is all over the place because I have so much to do.”

“You don’t have to do it right now. You need a change of pace. How about a game with me?”

“What kind of game?”

“Rock-paper-scissors. The loser takes off one piece of clothing.”

Sophia replied after a long silence.

“…That’s unfair. You’re A Rank awakened, right? I’ve heard that excellent awakened ones can predict rock-paper-scissors with their dynamic vision.”

“That’s true. So how about this? Do you have paper and a pen? We write down our choice and reveal them at the same time.”

“That’s fine. Shall we start?”

Sophia took two pens and paper from her desk drawer and handed it to me after tearing it.

I lost the first game. I wrote down rock on my paper, and she wrote scissors.

“I, I won.”

“Ah, who would’ve thought I’d lose from the start. My luck is terrible today.”

“You haven’t forgotten the punishment, right?”

“Of course not.”

Sophia looked at me with anticipation. It was certain. She was intoxicated by the pheromone perfume. She wouldn’t resist if I made my move right now.

But I wanted to enjoy this situation.

I slowly took off one of my socks.

“Starting with socks, huh?”

“Socks are clothes too. It’s not against the rules.”

“I know that. Just didn’t expect it. I thought you’d take off your shirt first.”

I won the second game with scissors.

“…Can’t we count taking off the coat earlier as punishment?”

“It’s usually not allowed… but if you do 10 squats, I’ll let it slide.”

“10 squats… not bad.”

She stood up and did squats.

The room was so small I could feel her breath.

After finishing her squats, she sat back down in her chair.

The game continued, and finally, it was time to take off our clothes while barefoot.

“…I lost.”

Sophia boldly took off her top. A beige bra supported her ample chest.

“…Hmph. Looks like I’ll be naked first.”

I took off my underwear and sat on the bed. I didn’t try to hide my fully erect member. Sophia, still in her bra and underwear, stared at it intently.

“…Is the game over here?”

“Let’s continue.”

“You don’t have anything left to take off.”

“I’ll do whatever Sophia tells me if I lose.”

“…Not bad.”

I activated my divine eye. I changed the perspective and confirmed what Sophia was writing on the paper.

She wrote scissors, and I wrote rock.

“I won.”

“That pressure isn’t necessary for me to take off my clothes.”

Sophia took off her bra. Her large breasts swayed. There were slightly sagging nipples that were pink and hard. If I looked down a little, I could see a bit of belly fat above her underwear.

“Let’s continue.”

She said.

I won this game too. The excited Sophia blushed. Bending over slowly, she took off her panties. Her pussy was hairless. Between her pussy and panties, a liquid glistened under the lighting.

We sat there, her on the chair and me on the bed, staring at each other’s nudity.

“We both don’t have anything left to take off… are we continuing the game?”

“We’re continuing. We can just change the punishment. The loser does what the winner says.”

I won again this time.

She looked at me with anticipation in her eyes.

“Spread your legs and show me your pussy closely.”

Sophia spread her legs and leaned her waist toward me. Her pussy was pink. The color was pretty, but the shape was lewd. Her thick labia were stretched out. I could see the vaginal fluid flowing between her labia.

“…Is that good?”

“Yes. Let’s continue the game.”

I intentionally lost this time.

The victorious Sophia jumped up from her chair.

“Stay still.”

She knelt on the floor and took my erect member into her mouth.