While Samuel was busy banging those 14 women. Something else was taking place as well.
The rain was deafening.
It crashed against the ruined school courtyard like an endless flood, sweeping away the blood, the rubble, and the faint outlines of bodies she once knew.
The smell of ash and wet concrete filled the air. Sung Jinah stumbled forward, breath shallow, her uniform drenched and heavy on her skin.
Everywhere she looked, she saw shadows of her classmates—faces distorted by fear, movements frozen mid-scream. Through the downpour, their voices echoed like the storm's dirge.
"Run, Jinah!"
"Please—help us!"
Her lungs burned. She turned, searching, her footsteps splashing through puddles stained by memories she had tried to bury. Her hands were trembling again. She looked down at them—wet, cold, streaked with mud and crimson. She had seen this before. She had lived this before.
Then the walls cracked. A deep rumble vibrated through the air. The ground split open in front of her, and from the collapsing gate emerged a monstrous silhouette—taller than the classrooms, its shape morphing and pulsing like liquid shadow. Claws scraped across concrete as glowing eyes snapped open.
She took a step back, choking on fear. The creature's voice cut through the storm, a twisted echo of guilt that somehow sounded like her own.
"You couldn't save them, Jinah."
The words pierced deeper than claws ever could. Her legs buckled. Around her, the shadows of her lost friends rose from the water, their faces pale and lifeless. They extended their arms, fingers blackened, reaching out to her with pleading eyes.
"Stay with us."
"It hurts… Why did you live?"
"You ran away."
"You could've protected us!"
Jinah screamed, clutching her head. The world tilted. She could feel the same crushing weight pressing on her chest—the helplessness she'd lived with for years.
Tears blurred her vision, merging with the rain until she couldn't tell them apart. Her voice broke as she whispered, "I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…"
The shadow advanced, each step shaking the earth. When it lunged, she didn't run. She couldn't. Something inside her refused to surrender. Her sorrow burned, then twisted into fury. The storm darkened, thunder splitting the sky.
"No more," she whispered, the words trembling and sharp as lightning.
A blinding flash erupted. The rain slowed, droplets hanging midair. A faint shimmer appeared before her—a sleek, silver-blue umbrella buried in the ground like a spear. Its fabric fluttered even without wind, humming with barely contained energy.
Drawn by instinct, Jinah reached for it. The instant her hand closed around its handle, light surged through her body, burning away her fear. The warmth spread from her chest to her fingertips, and when she exhaled, her breath glowed faintly blue.
The monster roared and charged. She swung the umbrella instinctively.
A wave of azure light exploded outward, splitting the downpour. The raindrops froze in place, forming a silent halo around her. Every ripple of water reflected her face—calm, determined, unbroken. The shadow dissolved, its scream fading into the wind.
The world fell silent.
Jinah looked around. The school courtyard was empty—no friends, no monsters, just endless rain. A soft, distant voice reached her through the mist, warm and familiar.
"Jinah… wake up, sweetheart."
The voice, soft and familiar, pulled her from the depths of the dream. Jinah's eyes snapped open. She was in her bed, the sheets tangled around her legs, her body drenched in a cold sweat. Her heart hammered against her ribs. The phantom scent of rain and ozone still clung to the air.
Esther, sat on the edge of the bed, her face etched with concern in the dim light. She placed a cool, steadying hand on Jinah's damp forehead.
"You were crying out in your sleep," Esther murmured, her voice a soothing balm. "Another nightmare?"
Before Jinah could answer, the city sirens began to wail, a rising and falling cry that confirmed her worst fear. A dungeon break.
She sat up abruptly, clutching her head as a sharp pain lanced through her temples. Her heartbeat stuttered, syncing with a strange, growing hum in the distance. Then, as if answering a call, a soft blue aura flickered around her trembling hands—the same ethereal light she'd seen in her dream.
She stared, wide-eyed, at the impossible energy. "It felt so real," Jinah whispered, her voice shaking as she turned to Esther. "The dream… I was in my school, a monster entered and killed all of my friends, and then he was going to kill me as well. This is the third time this week I had the same dream."
Esther's gaze didn't waver. She didn't flinch from the blue glow. Instead, she gently took Jinah's hands, her own touch firm and calming. "Shhh, it's alright. You're safe here with me. It was just a dream."
Outside the window, lightning arced across the skyline, bathing the room in a ghostly blue flash that made Jinah's faint aura gleam brighter in the rain-streaked glass.
"But it wasn't, was it?" Jinah breathed, the truth settling deep within her. "It wasn't just a dream."
Esther didn't answer with words. She simply pulled back the covers and slid in beside Jinah, drawing the trembling girl into a secure embrace. "Whatever it is, you don't have to worry about it, Samuel will be back tomorrow morning, and he'll deal with whatever it was okay!" she said softly, stroking Jinah's hair. "For now, just sleep. I'm right here."
And as Jinah slowly relaxed against her, the hunter within her finally awakened, cradled and safe for one last, quiet moment.
Jinah's breathing eventually evened out, the tension in her small frame slowly melting away under Esther's steadfast presence. The blue aura around her hands had faded, but the memory of its light was seared into Esther's mind.
She had seen a similar kind of light when Samuel had first awakened as a hunter. So she knew what was happening to Jin ah.
Long after Jinah had drifted into a genuine, peaceful sleep, Esther carefully untangled herself from the girl's embrace, pulling the covers up to her chin.
She watched her for another moment, the howling sirens outside a grim counterpoint to the sudden quiet in the room.
Stepping out into the hallway, Esther closed the door softly behind her. The hum in the distance was still there, a persistent thrum that seemed to resonate with the strange energy she had just witnessed.
She pulled out her phone, her thumb hovering over Samuel's contact. He would be in the middle of his… banging session. A text would be ignored. But this couldn't wait.
She opened the voice messaging app, pressed record, and brought the phone to her lips, her voice a low, urgent whisper.
"Samuel, Listen, something's happening with Jinah. She had another nightmare this week, worse than the others. But this time… this time there was a blue light. An aura around her hands, and it seemed to sync with the dungeon break sirens. She said it was the same light from her dream."
She paused, gathering her thoughts, her gaze fixed on Jinah's door.
"I think she's awakening. As soon as you are done there, you need to come home. Don't delay. Whatever business you have with those women, finish it and get back here. Jin woo isn't here either, she needs you."
She ended the recording and sent it, a silent prayer on her lips as she leaned against the wall, listening to the sounds of the city in chaos and the quiet breathing of the girl she was determined to protect.
The first light of dawn filtered through the penthouse's floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the scene of tangled limbs and silken sheets in soft, hazy gold. Samuel stirred, the deep, satisfied exhaustion of the night clinging to him.
He reached for his phone on the nightstand, the movement fluid and silent. The screen glowed with a single notification: a voice message from his mother, sent hours ago.
He played it, his expression shifting from languid satisfaction to sharp focus as Esther's urgent whisper filled the silence. The words "awakening," "blue light," and "Jinah" cut through the residual haze of pleasure like a shard of ice.
Without a moment's hesitation, he swung his legs out of bed. His eyes scanned the room, landing on Susan, who slept deeply a few feet away. He didn't call her name gently. Instead, he placed a firm, unyielding hand on her shoulder and shook her violently.
"Wake up, bitch" he commanded, his voice low but stripped of all tenderness.
Susan's eyes fluttered open, blurry with sleep. "M-Master Samuel?" she mumbled, confusion etching her features. "Do you want your morning wood sucked off? I'll do it for you master."
"I don't have time for your antics now, I have urgent business to handle. I'm returning home," he stated, already pulling on his clothes with efficient, rapid movements. "Manage the others. Ensure they know what they are when they wake."
Before she could form a full question, he was straightening his jacket and heading for the door, not looking back at the sea of sleeping women. The door clicked shut behind him, his departure as sudden and absolute as a thunderclap.
Hours later, as the sun climbed higher, the rest of the women began to stir. They stretched, yawned, and looked around the lavish room, their expressions a mix of sated bliss and curiosity.
"Where's Samuel?" Mrs. Kim asked, her voice still husky with sleep.
All eyes turned to Susan, who had already composed herself. She stood with a practiced, calm demeanor.
"Master Samuel was called away on urgent matters early this morning," she explained, her tone polite but firm, leaving no room for debate. "He asked me to relay his message that you guys are now Samuel's property and not allowed to let your husbands touch you. If you do then you won't be allowed to touch the master at all."
A ripple of disappointment and murmured questions went through the group, but Susan's placid, authoritative presence held them at bay.
The pleasure of the night remained, but it was now underscored by the clear, unmistakable understanding that for Samuel, some things—and some people—would always take precedence.
The room, once buzzing with the afterglow of passion, now simmered with a new, restless energy. Mrs. Kim's question hung in the air, but it was Ms. Choi who gave voice to the hunger they all felt.
"But… he left so early," she pouted, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "I was dreaming of tasting him again, of taking his morning wood into my mouth."
A chorus of eager agreement rose from the tangled sheets. "Yes!" Mrs. Lee added, her eyes dark with longing. "I wanted to feel his hands in my hair again. I need more of him."
Mrs. Min bit her lip, a shiver of pure want running through her. "Just the thought of him… I'm already aching for him. How can we wait?"
Susan watched them, her expression unchanging, a statue of calm amidst their storm of desire. When she spoke, her voice was cool, cutting through their fantasies like a knife.
"Do you truly believe you are that important to him? Yet?" she asked, her tone laced with a chilling reality. "He was called away to women more important than you. More important than us."
The statement landed like a physical blow. The room fell silent, the eager lust on their faces shifting to confusion and a flicker of insecurity.
"What… what do you mean?" Mrs. Suh asked, her voice small.
"You heard me," Susan continued, her gaze sweeping over each of them. "Master Samuel does not lack for women. If he snapped his fingers, any supermodel in Korea would be willing to spread her legs and become his newest slut without a moment's hesitation. You are not special because he fucked you. You are disposable."
She let the harsh truth sink in, watching the hurt and dawning understanding in their eyes.
"If you want him to see you as more than just convenient holes," she said, the crude words making several of them flinch, "If you want a fraction of the importance he gives to others, the importance he gives to Esther, then you must work for it. You must prove your devotion is absolute. You must earn his gaze."
The women looked at one another, the scale of their ambition suddenly clear. They weren't just lovers; they were applicants for a position of extreme privilege.
"But… how?" Mrs. Kim finally asked, speaking for all of them. "What can we do?"
A slow, sinister smile spread across Susan's lips, a glint of dark purpose in her eyes. It was the look of a high priestess preparing to initiate her acolytes into a sacred, demanding cult.
"I'm glad you asked," she purred, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I know exactly what to do. The first test of your devotion begins now. It's time you learned what it truly means to belong to Samuel."
She rose from the bed, her nakedness suddenly seeming less vulnerable and more authoritative. The other women leaned in, their expressions a mixture of fear, excitement, and desperate determination. The game had changed, and they were all eager—or compelled—to learn the new rules.
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