"I think we're getting farther from the others," one woman murmured, eyes darting nervously through the swirling fog.
"This place is so eerie… Are you sure this is the right way, my love?" asked a blonde woman, her worried gaze fixed on the golden-haired young man leading their group.
Five women surrounded Nolan, each pressing themselves against him as if terrified they'd drift away into the mist.
Nolan sighed, golden eyes glinting as he looked over his harem. Their soft bodies pressed against him, their ample chests threatening to swallow him whole. He forced himself to suppress the heat rising inside.
"Everyone," he said, halting as the fog shifted around them. His voice was low but firm, drawing the women's anxious eyes. "I know it's unsettling, but I'm certain we're heading in the right direction."
"But why would he come all the way out here?" one of the women asked, frustration and fear mixing in her voice. Sparse rocks and dying trees were all that remained in the area—an empty, desolate stretch.
"A good question," Nolan replied, sliding an arm around the woman's waist and pulling her close. "It's fine to doubt. But my instincts have never led us astray, and they're telling me he's this way."
"The way you say that… you're so cool, Babe," one of them cooed, cheeks flushed.
Nolan let out a chuckle, hands drifting lower to grope the women on either side of him.
They gasped and moaned softly, breath coming fast and ragged.
"Nolan… there's no one else around…" the blonde woman whispered, her face so red it looked like it might burst. "Why don't we…?"
He smirked. He knew exactly what they wanted—after all, they'd already gone at it an hour ago, and now they were desperate for more.
"You've leveled up again, haven't you?" he asked, golden eyes glinting.
"Yes," one of them answered breathlessly, "most of us are Level 6 now."
Earlier, they'd watched from hiding as two large groups of Hunters tried to herd the Smokey Wolves to farm easy kills. It was an effective strategy, but with so many people sharing the kills, their leveling had slowed to a crawl. Meanwhile, the wolves, realizing the hunters' strength, had begun fleeing instead of fighting—stalling any further progress.
Nolan seized that chance to slip away with his women, hunting the scattered Smokey Wolves at their own pace. It was the perfect plan: level up his harem while searching for the man who'd dared slip through his fingers.
The leveling was just a bonus. Nolan's real goal was finding that slippery bastard and teaching him a painful lesson.
"Then you're ready to handle more of my sword," Nolan purred, eyes dark with lust as he swept his gaze across his adoring companions.
They giggled, delighted by the promise in his tone.
"But what about that guy?" a woman asked, worry flickering across her features. "What if he escapes again?"
"Don't worry," Nolan assured them, voice calm but eyes burning. He could see they were just as eager to punish the man who'd embarrassed him. His pride couldn't stand someone running from him. It was an insult that demanded satisfaction.
"I'm jealous…" a blue-haired woman pouted, voice sultry. "I wish you'd hunt me down before you f*ck my brains out."
"Yeah, me too!" another chimed in.
"That actually sounds… amazing," said a third, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"Ladies, ladies," Nolan chuckled, eyes cutting toward the direction his instincts insisted upon. He paused, then gave a confident nod. "I'll make your fantasies come true another time. But for now… why don't we finish what we started earlier?"
Hearing his words, the women's eyes sparkled with excitement. Without wasting another moment, they began undressing, revealing their flawless, model-like bodies to the future Sun God Mage.
"I'll never get tired of this," Nolan murmured, licking his lips as he admired the five women encircling him.
Aside from tracking down the man who escaped him, Nolan was eager to indulge himself—and to fulfill the unspoken agreement he had with these women who paid handsomely for his company as a Hunter. Their arrangement included… very personal services.
As the blonde woman knelt before him, her eyes rose to meet his, glinting with curiosity.
"I'm curious…" she whispered, her hand reaching out before leaning forward to take him in her mouth.
"Tell… me…" Nolan's voice strained as he stifled a groan.
An obscene sound echoed briefly before a faint pop. The blonde pulled her head back, eyes never leaving his. Her breath came ragged, cheeks flushed.
"Why are you so eager to hunt him down?" she asked huskily.
The other women, who had been kissing and caressing Nolan's body, paused as well—turning their attention to his face, their curiosity matching the blonde's.
After slaughtering the Smokey Wolves, they'd learned plenty about their newfound Skills. While they still burned with the desire to test those abilities on a human target, their immediate bloodlust had waned. Yet the question lingered in their minds.
Nolan stopped his own ministrations, eyes shifting back to the blonde who was still panting before him. He smirked.
"There's something about him," he admitted. "I can't put my finger on it, but my gut tells me messing with him will give me something in return—something exciting. Something entertaining."
Ever since he'd first laid eyes on the man speeding across the bridge, Nolan had felt an inexplicable urge to make him suffer. Maybe it was the man's face, the way he carried himself, or just a spark of annoyance. Or maybe something deeper. Nolan didn't know—and he didn't care. He always trusted his gut.
Nolan did what he wanted, when he wanted. He didn't give a damn about anyone else's opinion. If he desired something, he'd take it—no matter the method. And now, every instinct screamed at him to find that biker boy and discover the secret lurking beneath the surface.
As pleasure overwhelmed him, Nolan's body tensed, a low growl escaping his throat. The blonde pulled back, swallowing hard before licking her lips with a flushed smile.
"It tastes… incredible," she breathed, staring up at him with fevered eyes. "So it's your gut, huh? Is that why you agreed to our offer?"
"No," Nolan answered bluntly, shaking his head as another woman stepped forward, turning around and bending over before him. "I accepted because you're all unbelievably beautiful. Once we're done here, we'll head back to my hotel—and we'll keep this going all night."
"Perfect!"
"I can't wait!"
Their delighted giggles filled the eerie, fog-covered landscape, mixing with the rhythmic sounds of bodies moving together and moans of pleasure.
As Nolan lost himself in the moment, his smile widened. And all the while, his thoughts kept drifting back to the mysterious man who had dared to escape him. The more he imagined catching him, the more his gut insisted there was something extraordinary about the biker boy—something waiting to be unveiled.