Dungeon and Desires, Ch 5

I **** myself to take a deep, calming breath, my voice barely above a whisper as I tried to reason with myself. 'Calm down, Han Grayson! I still can't believe this is reality!' The words tumbled out of my mouth in a frantic attempt to grasp the situation unfolding before me. My heart was racing like a runaway train, threatening to burst free from my chest at any moment.

As I struggled to compose myself, the front door of the house swung open, and a woman emerged, her slender fingers wrapped around the tie of a garbage bag. The sight of her was like a punch to the gut, leaving me breathless and stunned.

'Gasp!' The sound escaped my lips before I could stifle it, a mixture of shock and awe.

The woman standing before me was a vision of loveliness, her curves accentuated by the tight jeans and shirt she wore, an apron draped over her clothes like a badge of domesticity.

Her pert nose and full, red lips seemed to pout at me, while her snow-white skin glowed with an ethereal light. Her dark brown hair was tied back in a neat, elegant style, revealing the contours of her heart-shaped face. But it was her voluptuous hips and breasts that really caught my attention, sending a jolt of electricity through my entire being.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

The AV actress I had only ever seen on a monitor was standing right in front of me, her presence both captivating and unnerving.

'Sh-she's really Mizuno Asahi...!' I stuttered, my mind reeling with the implications of this unexpected encounter.

As I frantically scanned the surroundings, a thought crossed my mind - could this be an AV filming location? The possibility sent my imagination into overdrive, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios.

But then, my gaze landed on a man, and my heated head cooled down instantly, as if doused with a bucket of ice water.

As I stood there, my gaze drifted towards a peculiar sight - an older man, partially concealed behind a wall, his eyes fixed intently on a married woman. A spark of recognition ignited within me, and I felt a surge of indignation.

'That's the same uncle who frequently appears in those adult videos!' I thought to myself, my mind racing with the implications.

My jaw clenched in disgust as I pieced together the unfolding scene. It was a development that seemed all too familiar, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I knew exactly where this was headed.

The memories of that adult video flooded my mind - the same man, breaking into a house, and the married woman... My thoughts trailed off, consumed by a mix of anger and frustration.

The married woman, who had been tidying up the front yard, began to make her way inside, oblivious to the danger lurking nearby. I could sense the predictability of the plot unfolding before me - she wouldn't lock the door, and the man would seize the opportunity to break in.

As I stood there, weighing my options, a sense of resolve washed over me. I took a deep breath, and after a moment of contemplation, I made a decision.

"...I've made up my mind," I thought to myself, a sense of determination etched on my face.

The course of action was clear, and I was ready to take a stand.

As the man began to stir, a sudden surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, propelling me into action. I sprinted towards him, my feet pounding the ground with a sense of urgency.

"Sir, thank you for everything until now!" I exclaimed, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a frantic bid to express my gratitude, even as my body seemed to move of its own accord.

In a flash, I launched myself into the air, unleashing a dropkick that connected with the man's chest with a sickening thud.

The impact sent shockwaves through my own body, but I barely registered the sensation as I watched the man's form crumple beneath the **** of my attack.

The man's body flew backward, slamming into the wall with a brutal intensity that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. His head lolled to one side, his scalp partially exposed, as a trickle of blood began to seep from the wound.

I approached him cautiously, my heart still racing with the aftershocks of my adrenaline-fueled ****. I reached out a trembling hand to check his pulse, my fingers closing around his wrist in a **** bid to detect even the faintest flicker of life.

But there was nothing.

The man was dead.

A cold, creeping sense of dread began to seep into my bones as I gazed upon the lifeless form before me. I had seen human corpses before, but this was different. This was the first time I had actually taken a life, and the weight of that realization threatened to crush me beneath its oppressive yoke.

As I gazed down at my hands, I couldn't help but notice the tremors that racked my body. The shaking was almost imperceptible, but it was there, a subtle betrayal of the turmoil brewing within me.

'...This can't be reality,' I muttered to myself, the words barely above a whisper. 'It's just not possible.'

I had spent years mentally preparing myself for the harsh realities of being a Hunter.

Our department didn't just deal with monstrous creatures; we also faced off against individuals who used their abilities for nefarious purposes. I had steeled myself for the possibility of taking a life, of facing the darkness that lurked within the shadows.

And yet, here I was, reeling from the aftermath of a kill. Not a hardened criminal, but a civilian. No, that wasn't entirely accurate. I had taken the life of a would-be ****, someone who had forfeited their right to live by virtue of their heinous actions.

As I stood there, grappling with the weight of my actions, a strange thought occurred to me. 'This world,' I thought, 'is nothing more than a construct, a fictional realm created for the purposes of entertainment.'

It wasn't the real world, with all its attendant complexities and cruelties. Or perhaps it was just a dream, a fleeting fantasy born of my own fevered imagination.

My ability, the very thing that defined me as a Hunter, was designed for leisure activities. Its purpose was to bring me joy, to allow me to indulge in the simple pleasures of life. It was a cruel irony, one that I couldn't shake from my mind.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I contemplated the nature of reality. Was this world truly real, or was it just a pale imitation of the real thing? And what did that mean for me, for my actions, and for the consequences that would surely follow?

I averted my gaze from the lifeless body, a sense of detachment washing over me.

The truth was, I couldn't afford to let the man's demise weigh on my conscience, not now, when the path ahead demanded my undivided attention.

With a resolute determination, I whispered a silent vow to myself, 'I'll take over your role, mister.' The words echoed in my mind, fueling my resolve as I pushed open the front door and stepped into the house.

The interior was immaculate, a testament to the occupant's fastidious nature. My senses picked up on the presence of someone in the living room, and I instinctively suppressed my breathing, minimizing my presence as I crept towards the door.

Through the glass window, I caught sight of Mizuno Asahi, her slender form bent over the coffee table as she wiped it down with a rag. My throat constricted, and I swallowed hard, my gaze drawn inexorably to her voluptuous buttocks. Even encased in jeans, they seemed to radiate an aura of sensuality, the crease visible when she bent over a masterful work of art that left me breathless. A tantalizing glimpse of black T-back panties peeked out from beneath her jeans, sending a shiver down my spine.

A low, husky exhalation escaped my lips as I slowly turned the handle and pushed open the living room door. It swung open silently, and Asahi, absorbed in her task, remained oblivious to my presence.

I closed in behind her, my movements fluid and deliberate. In one swift motion, I wrapped my arms around her, one hand closing around her slender waist, the other covering her mouth.

The sudden contact elicited a muffled cry of surprise, her voice rising in a crescendo of alarm. "Mmm?! Mmm mmm mmm?!!!"

As our gazes locked, I found myself staring into the depths of Asahi's wide, terror-stricken eyes. The air was heavy with tension, and my voice dropped to a menacing whisper, laced with a deadly intent that sent a shiver down my own spine. "Be quiet. I might kill you," I hissed, the words spilling out in flawless Japanese, a language I had never studied, yet somehow spoke with the fluency of a native.

The silence that followed was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of Asahi's ragged breathing. Her face contorted in fear, her body trembling like a leaf, her eyebrows twitching with every heartbeat. This was no act; I could sense the genuine terror emanating from her. As a fan of Mizuno Asahi, I was well aware of her limited acting abilities, which were woefully out of sync with her stunning beauty. There was no way she could fake this level of fear.

"Answer?" I pressed, my voice still low and menacing.

Asahi's response was barely audible, a faint "Uh-huh" that was more a whimper than a word. She nodded, her eyes still fixed on mine, her face a mask of terror.

A smirk twisted my lips, and I felt a surge of satisfaction at the fear I had instilled in her. But then, something unexpected caught my attention - the sweet, alluring scent that wafted from her direction. Whether it was the fragrance of her shampoo or soap, I couldn't tell, but it was a heady aroma that stirred my heart and filled my chest with a strange, tingling sensation.

I was teetering on the edge of sanity, my mind consumed by an all-encompassing frenzy. The words echoed in my mind, a **** attempt to grasp the reality of the situation: 'I'm going crazy. Really.'

As I stood there, my rigid erection pressed against the lush, rounded curves of her buttocks, the urge to thrust my hips forward was almost overwhelming.

Yet, I summoned every last shred of self-control, holding back with a patience that bordered on the superhuman.