In 2018, strange earthquakes occurred in several parts of the world. Initially, scientists believed that they were just natural features, but they soon noticed something much more unusual: gravitational anomalies and distortions in space-time began to manifest themselves without explanation.
Three years later, these events culminated in the emergence of the first Portals... Ruptures in reality that led to unknown realms, inhabited by terrifying creatures that tried to invade Earth.
The origin of these portals is still a mystery.
Some scientists theorize that it is a parallel universe trying to merge with ours. Others believe that something very ancient and dangerous is trying to cross the barrier between worlds.
Meanwhile, certain religious groups began to venerate the portals, believing that they are passages to a new stage of existence.
But a big change came soon after the intimacy of the portals: a small portion of the population awakened superhuman abilities.
These people were called Hunters, because they absorb the dimensional energy of the portals. This energy granted them powers that defied the laws of physics and magic, making them capable of doing things impossible for ordinary humans.
Over time, a Hierarchy System based on strength was established to classify Hunters according to their talent and power, measured by their amount of mana.
They were divided into levels, from the weakest, Rank F, to the most powerful, Rank SSS.
This new reality transformed the world. Governments, corporations, and even the social structure began to revolve around Hunters, who became both humanity's protectors against the creatures of the portals and its greatest celebrities.
And, as in any society, not all Hunters are true heroes.
Twenty years after the portals appeared, Seth, an ordinary man, is just trying to survive.
His current job? Private driver for an A-rank Hunter called Esthair Garadium, an arrogant playboy who believes that everything in life is easy, as long as you have power.
Why did Seth work as a chauffeur? Simple: there weren't many options for someone like him.
In the world after the first awakening, most people without powers went on living their lives normally, but for the Rank-Es, reality was cruel. They were technical hunters, but so weak that they couldn't even match ordinary civilians in terms of respect and opportunities.
The higher-level Hunters themselves despised them, considering them too useless to face the threats of the portals, but they were still part of the system. For most, an E-Rank is nothing more than dead weight.
But the worst thing was the contempt coming from ordinary humans. If the high-level Hunters hated the Rank-Es for their weakness, the civilians despised them even more. After all, while millions of people never had the chance to awaken, the E-Ranks had that opportunity... and failed miserably.
In the end, they were neither strong enough to become real hunters, nor weak enough to be treated like normal humans. They were stuck in limbo, rejected by both sides.
And that's how Seth lived: relegated to menial jobs, like driving for arrogant Hunters who would never miss a chance to step on someone weaker.
BONK!!!
Esthair hit the back seat with another punch, impatient."You're so useless. How long until we get to the hotel?" His boss was confused, frustrated.
Meanwhile, a beautiful girl continued to expertly suck his hard cock. Yes, they were on their way to the "hotel," but first, he wanted to have some fun with his… What was she again? Oh, right—his secretary.
He stroked the young woman's head, forcing her to suck even harder."You're an excellent secretary," he said with a mischievous smile. "And the best secretaries know how to please their bosses."
Seth, the driver, kept his eyes firmly on the road, carefully ignoring what was going on in the back seat. He was only paid to drive, not to witness his boss's depraved acts. Still, it was hard not to notice the peculiar situation: the man was married—especially to a feared S-Ranked Slayer. And yet, there he was, enjoying the favors of another woman.
"We've got a few minutes yet," Seth said dryly, just loud enough for him to hear. "Traffic's a bit backed up today."
The woman in the back seat ignored the warning, continuing her oral work with almost choking vigor.
Esthair rolled his eyes, staring out the window with a mixture of anger and disinterest. How had his life come to this? He was one of the best Rank-A Hunters in the world, but it was humiliating to have a Rank-E Hunter as his driver. It seemed to demean him.
"I told you, you're a shit driver," Esthair finally said, breaking the tense silence. "If it were up to you, we'd never get anywhere."
Esthair acted like the boss, but… he wasn't even the one who hired Seth. Who had hired him? A Rank-S Hunter had decided she wanted a Rank-E as her private chauffeur. And what did Esthair feel? That she was humiliating him—which is why he treated Seth with such disrespect. It wasn't even because he was a Rank-E, although that certainly made it worse.
Seth didn't deign to reply, keeping his expression neutral. There was no point in arguing with him. It had only been a month, but he had already learned that Esthair was always ready for a fight, regardless of the situation.
All that remained was for him to keep driving in silence, while the man behind him enjoyed his illicit pleasures.
"Ah… that fucking—" Esthair purred, filling his secretary's mouth with cum. "Drink it all, bitch." He tried.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, they arrived at the hotel.
The man finished his business with the secretary and got out of the car, straightening his clothes with a satisfied smile."Your blowjob has improved. I hope your princess down there has too," he said sarcastically, before entering the hotel without waiting for a reply.
I wish that disgusting bastard would die soon... Busted. Seth sighed, completely ignoring Esthair and going to retrieve his bags.
Once he had picked them up, without saying a word, he walked down the corridors to the floor where Esthair was staying.
On the way, he saw the secretary walking around in high heels, clearly excited.You sucked the asshole's cock and now you feel like a celebrity… Another disgusting one.
He forced himself to keep a neutral expression as he approached.
"Ah, nice room," Esthair commented, taking a quick glance around before turning to his secretary. "But fuck it—we're going straight to the yacht. Hurry up and put your bikini on, princess."
He slapped her ass, and she let out a low moan, her eyes shining with excitement."Yes, darling~" she replied, hurrying away.
Seth sighed. And there she goes again… He let out another sigh and turned to the Chief.
"Sir?" He caught Esthair's eye, who turned to face him, visibly impatient. Seth felt a slight nervousness, but dug deep.
"Miss Connie is on her way… She'll be here any minute," he said, choosing his words carefully. "I think it'd be better to leave the leisure until tomorrow. It would be more appropriate."
Esthair laughed—a dry, debauched sound."Leisure my ass. Didn't you hear? I'm going to my fucking yacht." He moved away, his eyes full of contempt.
"Work properly, you worm. Your job is to follow the road—don't give me orders."The punch came fast and sure, hitting Seth in the face. Pain exploded the instant he hit the ground.
"Ah!!!" He groaned, tasting metal in his mouth.
"Fuck that annoying woman. Fuck what she wants. I'll do as I please," Esthair spat the words, glaring down at Seth."I don't have time to deal with a cold, disgusting woman like her."
Seth took a deep breath, controlling his anger."Ugh… I'm sorry about that…"
Esthair let out a short, dry laugh."Lame apology—and rude as fuck on top of that. Too bad I can't fire you because of that bitch."He picked up his suitcase and walked into the bedroom, slamming the door in Seth's face.
For a few seconds, Seth just stood there, leaning against the wall next to the door, pressing his shirt against his nose to stop the bleeding.
Then he felt his cell phone vibrate in his pocket.
"Hey," he answered, his voice heavy with fatigue.
"You sound exhausted."The voice on the other end was familiar—Jaya, the head of security. The man who was his "supervisor."
Seth snorted."Just give me the job, Jaya."
"Hey, hey, calm down... I suggest you go to the airport now. You just got off the boat, that's all! Twenty o'clock sharp. Come on, it's not far."
And before Seth could reply, Jaya hung up on him.
Seth let out a long sigh before pushing his body away from the wall. He didn't want to stay there another second.
The airport was relatively quiet for the hour, with a steady flow of passengers, but nothing chaotic. Seth pulled the car over at the indicated spot, got out, and leaned against the bodywork, letting out a heavy sigh. His nose was still throbbing from the blow he had taken from Esthair, but that was just as well.
He looked at the display on his cell phone: 20:10.
She'll be here soon... she'll have picked up her bags... she shouldn't be long.
He got out of the car and stood in front of it, waiting for the woman to come.
Then he saw her.
Even in the middle of a group of disembarking passengers, Connie Parker was impossible to ignore. Although she was trying to look natural, she seemed like a goddess among mortals.
The first thing that caught his attention were her eyes — a mesmerizing shade of orange, half-closed, carrying a mixture of lazy seduction and latent danger. She walked with a natural sway of her hips, without haste, without hesitation, as if the entire airport was just a passing backdrop for her imposing presence.
The black fishnet bodice shaped every curve of her slender, voluptuous body, revealing enough skin to make anyone hold their breath. Over it, a minidress with thin straps barely disguised her boldness, ending at the top of her shapely thighs. The transparent black stockings elongated her long legs even more, and the impeccable heels made a distinct echo against the airport floor.
Her black hair fell in soft waves, framing her porcelain face and highlighting her plump lips, painted a deep crimson. Her well-cut bangs only reinforced the feline aura she exuded.
She was the most beautiful and dangerous woman Seth had ever seen.
But he wasn't dazzled.
While the other passengers looked at her with admiration — and a little fear — Seth just opened the car door and waited.
"Welcome to England, Madame. I hope you had a great trip," Seth said with a small smile, just to show his presence and make sure everything was calm.
Connie noticed, even with his eyes lowered, that a slow, refined smile curved his lips. Not a sympathetic smile — something more amused, appraising, perhaps even predatory.
She stopped in front of him, crossing her arms under her full breasts — a move that further enhanced her already provocative figure.
"Seth, right? It's good to see you again." Her voice was velvety, slurred, like a lazy purr.
He tilted his head slightly. "Yes."
She watched him for a second, as if expecting something more. But Seth said nothing. He just opened the car door for her and picked up her suitcase.
Connie let out a low laugh. "Ah... I like you already," she muttered before getting into the car.
Seth closed the door behind her without reacting, turned around, and took the wheel. He could feel her gaze burning into his back as he started the engine. She looks... serious...
The car's engine purred like a satisfied predator as Seth left the airport behind. The city lights flashed through the glass, reflecting dancing shadows inside the vehicle. Inside, silence reigned — thick as a storm about to break.
In the back seat, Connie Parker settled into a lazy position, crossing her long legs and letting the tiny dress slide up a little further. The rustle of fabric and her soft breathing were the only sounds apart from the engine.
Then her cell phone rang.
Seth kept his eyes on the road, showing no interest. But as she answered, something in her intonation captured his attention.
"Yes, I'm on my way to the hotel now." Her voice was low, drawn out, carrying a dangerous calm.
A pause.
"No, you don't have to tell anyone. Tonight's going to be... an unforgettable evening for some people." The tone held. Cold.
Seth kept his expression neutral, but felt the air inside the car grow heavier.
"This should have been resolved years ago. Thanks for your cooperation. The papers are already in my room? Great."
There was something lethal in that statement. It wasn't frustration. It wasn't anger.
It was a promise.
The dry click of the phone echoed through the car like a final verdict.
For a few moments, silence returned. But it wasn't a quiet silence. It was a silence that breathed — that whispered secrets between the distant noises of the city.
Then Connie spoke. "Did Esthair hurt you?"
Seth didn't answer. He didn't need to.
Her gaze pierced his back like invisible blades, analyzing every micro-expression, every contraction of his muscles. She was a predator deciphering her prey with a single glance.
"Hmm." The sound escaped her red lips like a satisfied sigh. But she wasn't finished. "Was he with a woman?"
Seth hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering, a short, restrained movement. "The secretary who accompanies him. A few moments ago, she was clutching his cock." After that...
The car continued to glide along the road, but time seemed to have slowed down inside it.
Then a sound filled the space between them. Low. Almost imperceptible. A laugh. But no ordinary laugh.
"Fufufu~" It was something cruel, perverse, demonic — the kind of sound that sent shivers down the back of your neck and made your stomach churn, even for no apparent reason.
Seth felt a shiver run up his spine. And then inspiration struck.
"I'm glad he enjoyed himself." She murmured. It was almost a purr of pleasure.
Seth didn't know what exactly it meant. But at that moment, a certainty crept up on him: if there was anyone Esthair should be afraid of... it was sitting right there in the back seat.
The car glided smoothly up to the entrance of the hotel — a particular skyscraper that glittered against the night sky. Seth got out first, turning around to open the door for Connie.
She stepped out of the car with an almost feline fluidity, her high heels clicking lightly against the marble of the sidewalk. Self-possessed. Untouchable. Her short dress caught prying eyes, but no one dared stare at her for long.
Seth picked up her suitcases. They were smaller and lighter than the ones he had carried for Esthair, but even more imposing. He didn't know if it was because of the actual weight or simply because of what Connie Parker represented.
She entered the lobby without haste, and he followed a few steps behind. The elevator doors opened to welcome her, revealing an elegant interior of gilded mirrors and velvet carpeting.
Seth made a point of walking on. He was used to taking the stairs.
That was how Esthair liked to remind him of his place — at the lowest possible level.
But then her voice called out to him.
"Seth." He stopped. He turned slowly and found mesmerizing orange eyes fixed on him. A slow gaze, but charged with something refined behind it — power, perhaps? Or just whimsy?
She tilted her head slightly, a pale smile playing on her red lips."You're coming with me." There was a silence, an order... absolute."We're going to the penthouse." That last word carried venom. Disdain.
Not for Seth."Not to the dump where Esthair is staying." Her smile gradually widened as she said this, as if she savored the irony.
Seth held his breath for a moment, then let it out.
Without saying anything, he stepped forward, entering the elevator next to her.
As the doors closed, leaving the rest of the world behind, he realized one thing: he was exactly where he wasn't supposed to be.
But somehow... he couldn't bring himself to regret it.
The penthouse door opened with a soft click, revealing a luxurious and modern space. The marble floor reflected the soft lights that illuminated the room, and the panoramic windows revealed the city shimmering below like a carpet of distorted stars.
Seth entered behind Connie, still holding their luggage. He didn't have time to admire the place — because, without any hesitation, she began to undress.
"Wait a minute—" he tried to say, but stopped himself as he felt her aura move toward him.
First, the dress slid down her shoulders, falling silently to the floor. Then she untied the delicate threads from her body, revealing more pale skin, more dangerous curves. Each movement was intentional. Calculated.
Now all that was left were her lacy black panties and matching bra.
She didn't turn to him. There was no shame. No modesty. Just absolute confidence that Seth wouldn't dare do anything but look.
So he looked, with desire, because it was impossible to look away from a hurricane — that woman was simply perfect.
"That's funny." Connie walked slowly over to the plate glass wall, resting one hand against it as she gazed at the view. On the horizon, the ocean reflected the moon like a silver blade.
"You must be wondering..." Her voice broke the silence like a sweet poison."...why I married someone like him, right?" She was gentle, a smile that didn't reach her eyes. A smile full of bitter stories.
"A promise." She continued, without waiting for an answer."My parents promised me his hand when I was still a little girl... Long before I ever thought of dreaming of becoming a Slayer." She explained,"Unfortunately, promises from wealthy families sound like orders that dictate your future."
Seth didn't say anything. He just listened.
"And even after I grew up... after I became who I am... fortunately, he can never lay a finger on me. After all, he dies if he does." Her laugh was cold. Without humor.
"But he's always embarrassed me. After all, the worst feeling is frustration. So because he couldn't touch me, he just did what he wanted."Seth watched as her countenance changed. Something dark took over those glowing orange eyes. The air around them crackled.
The smell of ozone began to fill the room.
Connie swiped one of her hands, and slowly, blue sparks danced between her fingers. The energy grew, fueled by her years of pent-up rage.
"He's in that moment now, right?" It was the only question she asked before holding out her hand. And then—
The sky opened up.
Thunder roared above the city, and a colossal bolt of electricity began to form in her hand. The air vibrated with absurd intensity, making the hairs on Seth's arms stand on end.
The celestial weapon shimmered in shades of blue and white, crackling like a living entity — like an angry god shooting down to Earth.
Then, without hesitation — she threw.
The spear broke through the sky like an inverted shooting star, tearing through the air and descending like divine wrath itself. For a brief moment, there was silence.
Then—
An explosion lit up the night. Esthair's yacht became a glowing pyre in the middle of the ocean.
And as the flames consumed the horizon, Connie transmitted.
Seth watched it all without saying a word. Because, at that moment, he was absolutely certain...
Esthair had made a fatal mistake by underestimating this woman.
"Finally," Seth said suddenly. "That worm is dead." He spoke, cold as ice.
"So it wasn't just me who wanted him dead. Fate is beautiful," she said as she walked toward Seth, her hips swaying sensuously."Really... I was right when I chose you," she added, moving even closer and placing her hand on his stomach, trailing it up to his chest.
Seth wasn't particularly fierce, but he worked out at the gym to at least stay in shape. He wasn't a high-ranking hunter, so he needed some strength in case of a portal break...Although he had never even entered a portal, he was cautious about his safety.
He looked at his boss, clad only in her panties and bra... His gaze wandered over her body—the curve of her breasts, her toned belly, her soft, silky skin. It was almost like an invitation. A provocation."What?" she asked with a devilish smile, the corner of her mouth curving up seductively.
An S-rank hunter was standing half-naked in front of a lowly E-rank hunter.The sexual tension wasn't just palpable — it was nearly solid. The attraction between them was undeniable.Seth could feel his heart racing in his chest, his breath growing shallow.This woman was a goddess — dangerous and seductive — and he was just a mortal, entirely at her mercy.
Seth swallowed as his eyes roamed her almost-naked body.The dark bra stood out perfectly against her pale skin and firm breasts. The matching panties left little to the imagination, hugging the tempting curves of the woman who stared at him with a mischievous smile.
"What?" he repeated, his voice coming out hoarse.His body reacted instantly to the seductive sight, blood rushing hot through his veins."You're not going to tell me this is just professionalism, are you?"
Connie giggled provocatively, stepping even closer. Her fingers traced the lines of his abdomen through his shirt, then moved up to his chest."What if I'm ready to put work aside for the day?" she whispered, her lips brushing his ear.
Seth couldn't hold back a moan when he felt her warm breath on his skin. His hands instinctively found her slim waist, pulling her against him."I thought you were a cold woman..." he murmured, though the playful tone made it clear he didn't mind one bit.
"Cold at work. Not in... other areas."She answered with a wicked smile, before pressing her mouth to his in a hungry kiss. Seth responded with equal intensity, their tongues intertwining as their hands explored every inch of exposed skin.
They stumbled toward the table, knocking over papers and objects as they made their way to the bed. Seth took command at the edge, pulling his boss into his lap.She straddled him, rubbing herself shamelessly against the bulge in his pants.
"You want to play with your boss, huh?" she teased, biting his lower lip."Well then... let's play."
With deft hands, she unzipped his pants and freed his hardened length. A moan escaped his lips as her fingers wrapped around him, stroking him in a torturous rhythm.
"Tell me you want to fuck me," she purred, her voice hoarse with desire."Tell me you want to possess me — here and now."
"I do," Seth admitted without hesitation, staring into her glowing orange eyes."I want you. All of you. Now."
Satisfied, the huntress stood up just enough to slide off her panties. Then she lowered herself back onto his lap, positioning the tip of his member at her soaked entrance. Slowly, she descended, taking him in fully, her tight warmth enveloping him.
"Ahh...~" They moaned in unison as their bodies connected. Their mouths met again in a fiery kiss.
Seth gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm as he began to thrust upward. Each motion sent waves of pleasure through him, her soft inner walls massaging his length.
"That's it... just like that..." she gasped, throwing her head back in ecstasy. Her full breasts bounced with every movement, pink nipples begging for attention. Seth didn't hesitate — he leaned forward, taking one into his mouth, sucking and licking with passion.
The intensity built quickly.Pleasure surged inside them, unstoppable, as they gave in to the carnal moment.With one final, deep thrust, they climaxed together, moaning each other's names — a mix of ecstasy and satisfaction.
[You have been given a mission: Survive the Rank-S Slayer][Reward: ???]
He heard a female voice echo inside his mind.The message floated just behind the woman, but he could barely focus on it — not while his member was painting her insides white.
"Mmm..." she murmured, savoring the sensation of his hot release filling her womb."More... I want more..." Her orange eyes glowed. And then... she became even more brutal.
"Ughh!!" Seth gasped as he felt her forcefully ride down on him. Her strength was overwhelming. It was as if she wanted to crush his length inside her with the sheer pressure of her walls.
His testicles ached from the pressure, but somehow, it only added to the pleasure — a delicious pain, a feeling of being completely dominated, of being used solely for her pleasure.He was just a toy now. A plaything for a Slayer.
"You're mine now... my darling," she whispered into his ear, nibbling gently."I'm going to use you whenever I want... and you're going to love it."
All he could do was moan in response, his entire body trembling with a mix of pleasure and fear.