It was Hisoka’s second year taking the Hunter Exam. During his first attempt, he had killed one of the examiners, leading to his immediate disqualification.

This year as he eyed the other contestants, he was mildly unimpressed. All the examinees were arrogant and weak, not fitting for his standards at all.

While eyeing down the area, Hisoka was bumped into. He scowled, turning around to slice the person’s head off to show them a lesson. Yet, Hisoka stopped when he looked down to see a child. A little boy.

“I’m sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to run into you.” The boy, who was labeled 026, apologized so softly, his words genuine.

Hisoka’s pants grew tight; the little boy was mouthwatering, so innocent and sweet. He hand his tongue over his bottom lip, letting out a low grunt from deep in his throat.

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As the first phase ran it’s course, Hisoka never kept his eyes off of 026. That good, little boy was full of determination and passion; just the sight of his innocent eyes made Hisoka hard in his pants.

During the second half of the first phase in the Milsy Wetlands, more than sixty percent of the remaining applicants getting lost or slaughtered by Hisoka.

Hisoka was enjoying himself, picking off groups of pathetic, wannabe hunters.

He cracked his knuckles, gently stretching after taking out so many people. His ears went off as soon as he heard light footsteps in the wet grass.

“Sir? You dropped one of your cards.” A familiar, soft voice rang in Hisoka’s ears, making his eyes flutter shut as a shudder went up his spine. Oh, the boy was so mouthwatering.

026 held out his little hand to Hisoka, one of the older male’s cards in his possession. The little boy was the only one who wasn’t quaking in their boots whenever he spoke to Hisoka.

Hisoka grunted and gently accepted his lost card that had been found by the boy.

“Thank you. You’re such a good boy.” Hisoka murmured, his voice low and deep in his throat.

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After the seconds phase, the Chairman of the Hunter Association led everyone on his airship, flying them to their next phase. It would be a long 12 hours, and Hisoka would be spending it in his own room. He’d rather die than sleep with the rest of the pathetic examinees.

Late in the night, a knock was heard on Hisoka’s door. Hisoka had already been in bed, hair down and only wearing sweatpants. He was not in the mood for visitors.

Hisoka scowled, watching as the door to his room slowly opened.