First Field Training Ends
"Good work, everyone."
"You too!"
With the arrival of Group 1, including Namgung Seojun, at the training camp, the three-day first field exercise came to an end. They exchanged goodbyes with their temporary party members they'd lived and fought alongside for those three days, and finally chatted with the instructor who'd overseen the exercise.
"Wow! I'd heard you were a genius, but this is insane. You're going to be a record-breaking rookie."
"Thanks, even if it's just empty words."
"No, I'm serious. A guy who stole my dagger techniques in just three days... what else could you call that but genius?"
The instructor's praise wasn't lip service. The Seojun he'd observed during the exercise issued intuitive orders that defied rational explanation—a perfect guide and leader. And in a mere three days, he'd nearly perfectly absorbed the instructor's dagger handling and throwing techniques.
After parting with the others, Namgung Seojun returned to his room. Having made it back to the training camp the fastest, he enjoyed the empty space, washing up leisurely before lying on his bed for a short rest.
Whish. Whoosh...
Lying there, he tossed a dagger up and played around with it. Alternating hands with impressive skill.
"This exercise... wasn't bad."
For someone who'd already experienced so much in the group tutorial, fighting goblins and kobolds held little meaning. But by sheer luck, he'd been assigned an instructor whose job was thief, letting him learn dagger techniques. His god-tier Super Sense trait had perfectly extracted three years' worth of the instructor's dagger handling and throwing know-how.
"Bows for long range, throwing weapons for short, daggers viable from short to mid-range depending on proficiency, right?"
Dagger throwing required proficiency that extended range and improved accuracy.
"Throwing daggers are pricey consumables, so it'll cost a bit, but perfect as a hidden card."
For Namgung Seojun, dagger throws were an ideal emergency trump card. And coating the sheaths with poison or drugs would amplify their power even more, he figured.
As he toyed with the dagger for a good while, the door opened.
"Seojun!"
Gisohee timed her entrance perfectly. She approached and started whining.
"Seojun, fighting without you was hell. Our group was a total mess..."
She vented at length about her grueling experiences. At first, Gisohee had seemed lucky—grouped with fellow party member Jo Jaehun, and the rest of the team had good balance. But roaming the first floor with mismatched temps proved brutal.
"We got ambushed by goblins so many times! That idiot thief had presence detection but couldn't spot a damn thing. I noticed first half the time."
"And once combat started, everyone froze up and did nothing. If not for Jaehun, I'd have been a wreck too."
"The instructor saved a few from dying. The stress was unreal."
As Gisohee kept grumbling, Seojun pulled her into a hug.
"Ha... nice."
Like she'd been waiting for it, she melted into his arms.
"Mmm, you smell like soap."
At Namgung Seojun's words, Gisohee instinctively slid her hand down a bit and felt it.
"It's gotten bigger."
She gripped his cock with her hand.
"Please... do it."
At her plea, Seojun locked the door.
"What if someone comes?"
Ignoring her worried protest, Namgung Seojun stripped.
"That's why we're not doing it."
Gisohee couldn't refuse.
"We... have to."
Seojun sat on the bed's edge. Gisohee pulled down his pants and underwear, then lavished his cock with her mouth.
Lick, lick... slurp... slurp...
Her oral skills were still clumsy, but she sucked with devoted affection.
"You're doing great."
His praise lit her up; she redoubled her efforts happily. Once the feeling built, he lay back on the bed.
"Try riding me today."
Cowgirl—still unfamiliar to Gisohee. Still paranoid about someone entering, she glanced around, hiked her skirt, and slipped off only her panties before mounting him.
"Ah... ngh..."
Even after several times, his size was hard to adjust to. Biting back moans, she started rocking her hips slowly.
Squelch... squelch...
Her shy expression as she moved was plenty to satisfy Namgung Seojun.
"Faster."
"Hah... ha... but."
In the end, Seojun grabbed her waist and took over.
Squelch... smack! smack!
"Ahng! Hng! Mmph!"
She tried stifling her moans, but they leaked out. Seojun stuffed her discarded panties in her mouth; she accepted obediently.
Smack. Smack! Smack! Smack!!
"Mmph! Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!"
The pair fucked in cowgirl for a good long while.
The next day, at breakfast. All exercise groups had returned the night before, so the party gathered for a meal and discussed the second exercise.
"Second exercise—we form our own groups, right?"
At Jo Jaehun's question, Gisohee replied.
"Yeah, you make a party and go out. You can skip if you don't want."
Lee Guho eyed Namgung Seojun.
"Does our party even need the second one?"
Honestly, the first floor was easier than the group tutorial. For a party that cleared that, the exercise was pointless. But Seojun had other ideas.
"Shouldn't we recruit someone?"
His unexpected words widened eyes. Since recruiting Jo Jaehun, Namgung Seojun had never mentioned adding members. No one else had either. Typical parties ran 6-10; theirs was just 4—small—but no one worried. They had near-absolute trust in leader Seojun and were sure they could climb high as-is.
"Parties change as we climb, but for a foundation up to the 20th floor, adding one now makes sense."
Namgung Seojun had pondered this long while, planning a 20th-floor party. Combat power was fine, but sustainability needed more hands.
Questions flew.
"Seojun, who're we recruiting?"
"Need a guard?"
"Party comp-wise, scout or thief... but you're better than most thieves at pathfinding anyway."
Even Jo Jaehun chimed in at length, but Namgung Seojun was prepared.
"I already picked a candidate."
"Really?"
Lee Guho was curious; Gisohee and Jo Jaehun nodded knowingly.
"Come see tomorrow morning."
He resumed eating; the party waited curiously.
The next day, meeting room. Namgung Seojun's party sat first, ready for an interview-style chat with the new candidate.
A knock—Instructor Sharon entered, with petite, fair-skinned, cute-faced Yuki beside her. Her huge breasts mismatched her delicate vibe. Japanese woman Yuki.
Name: Yuki Noa
Level: 5 (EXP: 140/500)
Fame: 0 | Merit Points: 0
Race: Human | Status: Summoned
Job: None | Achievements: 0
Religion: Goddess Faith | Rank: Apprentice Priest
Affiliation: None
Mid-grade Traits: Stamina
Low-grade Traits: Divine Power, Charm
Basic Traits: Eternal Youth
Skills:
Normal: Blessing of Intelligence (A), Shield Bash (A), Calmness (P), Health (P)
Basic: Mana Recovery (P)
HP: 2800/2800 | MP: 450/450 | Health: 100/100
Total Stats: 35(+40) | Remaining: 4
Strength: 8(+20) | Agility: 8 | Intelligence: 9 | Charm: 10(+20)
Current Thoughts:Why? Me?
Yuki was a lucky summoned. Starting with only low-grade traits, she'd gained mid-grade Stamina in training camp. But her extreme timidity kept her at level 5. Classified as production, her Divine Power trait got her priest training—reaching level 5, becoming an apprentice priestess with buff skills.
With Divine Power and apprentice status, she could get level 10 priest skills or healing/buffs at 20. Yet parties shunned her. No combat spirit; her only immediate contribution was Intelligence buff—useless pre-job, pre-magic era.
Pondering production work again, she'd gotten an invite from the training camp's top party: Namgung Seojun's.
"I'm Yuki Noa."
Her tense greeting prompted Lee Guho to leap up clapping.
"You're hired!! Welcome to the party!"
Her looks matched his type perfectly; he blurted without thinking. Gisohee kicked his knee.
Thud.
"Ow!"
"Shut up, you idiot."
As Lee Guho clutched his knee, Namgung Seojun seized control.
"Thanks for accepting our meeting request."
Seojun bowed politely; Yuki thanked them for the invite.
They sipped prepared tea and talked.
"Yuki, no party yet, right?"
"Y-yeah."
No offers so far, but she couldn't say it outright.
"Join us then?"
Yuki blinked in shock.
"Me?"
Top graduate hopeful Namgung Seojun, inviter Lee Guho with magic sans job—in a tight elite party that hadn't recruited. And Seojun personally offering.
Thrilled but worried, she hesitated. Jo Jaehun encouraged her.
"Speak freely. You might regret not."
"Yeah! Say what you want, Yuki!"
Warmed by kindly Jo Jaehun and upbeat Lee Guho, she mustered courage.
"Wh-why... me? My skills suck..."
Timidly, she asked. Lee Guho answered.
"'Cause you're cute! It's fi—ow!!"
Gisohee twisted his ear silent. Namgung Seojun replied.
"Your traits are solid. It's fine. Join us."
To Seojun, she was prime talent. Low Divine Power was nice, but mid Stamina made her viable as holy warrior potential—high marks.
"Thanks so much. Can I think it over?"
"Sure, take your time."
She pondered. No reason to refuse. Higher floors meant better treatment; top party invite was a golden ticket.
Still, she wanted to think, experience, judge.
"Can I join the second exercise? Decide after?"
Namgung Seojun nodded.
"Perfect. We can evaluate you too."
Thus, Yuki's temporary join was set.
Second exercise started post-lunch.
"Check rations, water. Jaehun, camping gear?"
Namgung Seojun's prompt got nods from party and Yuki. Instructor Sharon added.
"Instructor ready."
Sharon was their guide this time.
"Let's head out."
The party left the training camp, passed Starting Village, and entered the first floor field.