Snatching the Villain’s Precious Princess - Chapter 1

Chapter 1. Prologue

Life sometimes takes unexpected turns.

Like when your aging father turns into a tiny, snow-white hamster. Or when you effortlessly recruit a promising hunter candidate as your comrade. Or when people with zero romantic experience end up in bed together, insisting they’ll never be able to leave once they start.  

Right now, Eun Morae and Yoo Pado were in exactly that kind of situation.  

“Ugh…”  

Morae stared blankly as Pado’s member pushed into her. Though only the base was visible, she could clearly see the thick, menacing shaft disappearing bit by bit.  

There shouldn’t have been any more room, yet it somehow forced its way deeper. The pressure reached deep inside her, making her toes tremble involuntarily.  

“…Hah, …Hng.”  

Trying to suppress her voice made it hard to breathe. Morae stifled her gasps, writhing uncomfortably.  

She didn’t want to moan. With Pado’s face so close, she had already lowered her head in embarrassment—letting pleasure overwhelm her to the point of crying out was absurd.  

She should’ve laughed at his mediocre technique…  

Tears welled in her eyes from holding back. A small droplet pooled in the hollow of her cheek.  

“…Ngh, …Hah.”  

“Don’t hold back. I like hearing from you.”  

Pado’s fingers pried her lips apart. His tender words made her mouth part slightly, accepting his rough fingers.  

Her plump lips wrapped around his thick digits, mimicking the way her lower half clenched around him.  

“Haah, hah, ngh.”  

“Sounds like the cries of defeat. I love it.”  

When a loud moan escaped, Pado grinned in delight.  

So that’s what he wanted. Morae’s defiance flared at his childish taunt.  

She clenched her lips shut again, swallowing her sounds. With Pado pinning her down and rocking relentlessly, this was her best resistance.  

Unaware of her thoughts, Pado took a greedy mouthful of her chest. His wet tongue licked over her plump breasts and stiff nipples before trailing up to her collarbone.  

His nose brushed against hers. Just as she thought he might kiss her, he pulled back slightly and laughed.  

“You’re not bad, huh? Thought you were all talking, but you back it up. Since you’re this tasty… I’ll have more.”  

He licked his lips provocatively, savoring the flavor.  

The urge to tell him to stop surged to her throat. Just as a sharp retort was about to escape, her rationality barely held it back.  

“See…? I told you you’d beg. A kid like you… ngh, once you taste a woman… ah! A-ah! No, ah!”  

If she admitted enjoying their sex, it’d be his victory. Morae’s once-arrogant voice now crawled into her throat, drowned by overwhelming pleasure.  

Pado gave her no room to boast, slamming into her relentlessly. As Morae neared climax, her walls clenched around him, squeezing and releasing in a rhythm that drove him wild.  

The onslaught of pleasure stole her breath and head falling back. By the time her hips and ass stopped twitching, a milky fluid had pooled between her thighs.  

As Pado finished, Morae, freed from the ecstasy, gasped for air. Morae lowered her heavy-lidded eyes to glare at him.  

“Isn’t it funny how you say I’m begging when you’re the one squeezing me nonstop?”  

Pado smirked and stuck out his tongue. Though his words were cocky, his cheeks and ears were flushed. Whether from exertion or excitement, he looked thoroughly satisfied.  

Even after finishing, he was still full of energy, his body steaming like something freshly pulled from warmth.  

His face, still tinged with arousal, drew close again. Pado pressed against her, hands settling on her waist and thighs.  

“Anyway… let’s do it again.”  

“It’s over…”  

Morae twisted away, lightly batting his hands off.  

If they hadn’t finished, maybe, she could still feel his slick release inside her and between her legs.  

She glared at Pado, who had come inside her without permission—twice already.  

“So, satisfied?”  

“……”  

But when Pado snorted and asked like that, she couldn’t bring herself to admit it.  

Pado pressed her knees apart, her weakened legs falling open helplessly, exposing her fully.  

His gaze swept over her glistening folds, fingers spreading her open. Amid the milky fluid, patches of apricot-colored flesh peeked through.  

It was obscene, yet it made his mouth water. His half-hard length twitched back to life.  

“I told you— isn’t over until you’re satisfied. So it’s not done yet.”  

“……”  

Morae flinched as his tip brushed against her entrance.  

He paused, considerate for once. His slick shaft, coated in her arousal, rested heavily against her.  

“Should I stop? You gonna collapse before me? If you cry and say you can’t take it, I’ll have to give up.”  

But his teasing grin made her blood boil.  

In this situation, Morae had only one response.  

“…Do it! Who said I was satisfied?!”  

How had things ended up like this?  

[Will You Fix It for Me?]

“Are you in heat?”  

The rudest words Pado had ever heard struck him like a meteor.  

Never in his life had he imagined being asked such a thing. Stunned, he couldn’t even muster a simple “What?” He just stared down at Morae, dumbfounded.  

Morae glared at him with a twisted expression, her long, Morae-colored hair cascading down.  

She had thrown the insult without hesitation, chin lifted arrogantly.  

“If you’re not in heat, why else would you chase after women’s asses and march into a dumpster of your own free will?”  

Her fluent, scathing words shredded Pado’s patience. His brow furrowed in disbelief.  

“What?”  

“Answer me. Are you in heat?”  

It was beyond ridiculous.  

No matter how much he racked his brain, there was no reason for a woman his age to ask him that. By any standard, it was an outrageous insult.  

Pado’s veins bulged at his temples, cheeks, and neck as he glared down at her.  

He wanted to toss this bratty princess aside right then. He’d rushed back from a trip because of her orders, only to be asked if he was in heat?  

With a scoff, Pado swatted at the air like shooting a fly.  

“What nonsense is this? I came because you ordered me to. If you’re just going to hurl baseless insults, go wash your feet and sleep.”  

“Baseless insults?”  

“Is asking if I’m in heat not baseless? Did you see it yourself? You call me back just to spout this crap?”  

Even if he’d returned at her command, he had no patience for this nonsense. Grumbling, Pado brushed past her into the central hall.  

Morae chased after him, stomping loudly.  

“I heard the women from the Downtown Workshop came to seduce you. It’s already spreading like wildfire.”  

“What’s that… Oh, right.”  

Pado’s scowl loosened as realization dawned.  

The Downtown Workshop was a new group that had recently scouted him. He remembered three young women giggling as they scrutinized him head to toe. That was three days ago.  

Since he’d been approached while with others, rumors must’ve spread.  

As the only daughter of their current organization—treated like a princess—Morae had every right to be upset. Especially since she’d personally recruited Pado. 

“I heard about it.”  

“And you didn’t refuse immediately? How could you even compare them to us? A place where stripping men is their top priority. Unless you want to be squeezed dry, you shouldn’t set foot there.”  

“They’ve got pretty girls, though. What’s wrong with that? You’re pretty too, but you don’t know others’ feelings.”  

“Are you stupid? That’s what the Downtown Workshop is. You didn’t even know and still wanted to go?”  

It wasn’t malicious slander—Morae grimaced as if pained.  

“It’s a group for young women obsessed with romance. More like a club than an organization since they let members join others.”  

“I’m a man.”  

“Exactly! It’s mostly a women’s group, but they scout men over twenty that their members want to sleep with. You’d be nothing more than a dressed-up gigolo, drained of every last drop.”  

As a new underground hunter, Pado might not have known, but most people here knew. The proof? A crowd was already forming, curiosity pulling them in.

“Pado, you’re joining the Downtown Workshop? Seriously? Wow, kinda jealous.”  

“Jealous my ass! Don’t say creepy stuff. We’re better than them. They’re just a small clique of like-minded girls.”  

“Hey, don’t decide rashly. I get it, but joining recklessly is trouble. Though I do get the appeal!”  

Acquaintances chimed in, all backing Morae’s claims.  

Emboldened, Morae tossed her hair over her shoulder with a smug smirk.  

“Making life decisions with your dick is idiotic. Pathetic. How can you not understand—?”  

“Why not?”  

Pado cut her off coldly. His eyes burned beneath his black hair.  

From the humiliating “in heat” remark to this public insult, his patience had run out. He might’ve let it slide in private, but this was different.  

“Eating, sleeping, fucking—those are the most important things in life.”  

“F-Fucking?! Love, fine, but lust? You can’t even control that?” 

Morae’s cheeks flushed as she crossed her arms. Pado mirrored her, rocking on his heels cockily.  

Once started, his tongue wouldn’t stop provoking her.  

“Yep. No control. My body craves sex more than money or power. Lately, it’s been lonely here.”  

“Are you insane? You’d really join the Downtown Workshop for that?” 

Morae paled when Pado gestured suggestively at his crotch. Though still pink with anger, she looked genuinely startled.  

Pado circled the table, stopping inches from her face, lips quivering.  

“A solitary soul, starving for a woman to soothe its loneliness.”  

Leaning down, he poked her collarbone with his finger.  

“Or…”  

As Morae stumbled back, his smug voice tickled her ear. His finger still hovered near her collarbone.  

“Will you fix it for me?”  

Cheers and shrieks erupted around them. Morae stood frozen at the center, her once-confident hand halted midair.